Eternal Gate

boom! boom!

The Kunlun Holy Land, where thunder and lightning are twilight, is chaotic.

From a distance, it is a sea of ​​thunder, submerging the world, and there are many blurred figures, surrounded by thunder, and the battle is full of heat, roaring and roaring...

"do not care,

I don't care,

Let the old man out. "

Too many **** figures, wailing up to the sky.

Those are all talents who have shown loyalty before. I thought that the Qinghe Saint Ancestor would be in charge, and his disciples would help him in the battle, and he would have the upper hand. Respect the gods, and they are all fierce, especially the one in costumes, few of them can withstand the thunder caused by them.

don't go?

Don't go and wait to be destroyed?

boom!

What responded to them was thunder and lightning in the sky.

Too many people howled and howled, and they were split into blood mist.

Young Master Zhao has no mercy, and neither does the Moon God. It’s not that they didn’t give him a chance, it’s that they don’t cherish it, and they have to go into such muddy waters.

what...!

The shrill screams filled Kunlun.

Those who show loyalty will be swallowed up in pieces.

They didn't go alone, but they died with great remorse, regretting whether they should have participated in this war, and they didn't say anything.

"This... is too cruel."

The people outside the mountain were startled and trembling, and they couldn't help but feel a little bit of fear.

Fortunately, he came out earlier, otherwise, he would be buried in the sea of ​​thunder.

Facts have proved that if you have a long eye, some people can be provoked, and some people can't be provoked, just like Zhao Yun, he is a peerless ruthless man. Hundreds of gods were besieged without killing that guy. If you touch his bad head, you will end up! Don't be too brutal.

puff!

The blood of the gods suddenly appeared, and the ancestors of Qinghe shed blood again.

When the world looked at him, they saw him fall from the void, his skull was shattered, his back was also shattered, his blood-stained spine was exposed, and there was no trace of a human figure, just like a **** ghost. , this time, just crawled out of hell.

hum!

Zhao Yun descended from the sky, smashing his head with a spear that pierced through the nine heavens.

The Emperor's Divine Soldier was incomparably powerful, and it was smashed to pieces together with its wreckage.

"Save me."

The Qinghe Saint Ancestor, who lost his body and flesh, finally let out a wailing roar.

The world can hear it, but no one dares to step forward. It seems that it is the safest to be a spectator.

"ended."

Zhao Yun's words were cold and dry, and the Hongmeng Xianhai rolled down from the sky.

When the world sees it, their eyes light up, the air of Hongmeng! It's not that they haven't seen it before, but the Xianhai gathered by Hongmeng is still the first time to see it. In the past three years, where has Zhao Yun gone, and he has obtained such a great fortune.

Well!

The Holy Ancestor of Qinghe did not stand firm, and was submerged by Hongmeng on the spot.

What surprised Zhao Yun was that this **** was forcibly killed.

"Where to run?" Zhao Yun snorted coldly, Ling Tian pierced through the universe with a spear.

"Kill." Qinghe Saint Ancestor howled, frantically sacrificing his natal weapon.

Due to the obstruction of the natal weapon, he had a chance to breathe and escaped into nothingness in one step.

If the gods play with their lives and escape, it is difficult to stop them.

This fellow was not running as fast as usual, and it was gone in the blink of an eye.

It doesn't matter if it's gone, where is the Moon God? A sword qi slashed back at him again.

This sword smashed half of the primordial spirit of Qinghe Sage Ancestor, and also smashed his Dao Heart.

"You... how is that possible?"

The moment he fell into nothingness, he looked at Luna's eyes, which were extremely prominent.

After taking a sword from Samsara, he knew who that person was. It was the myth of the Ninth Generation.

But he was puzzled, why the Moon God was resurrected, what was the death knell of that year?

With such doubts, he fell into the sea of ​​Hongmeng again and was suppressed by Zhao Yun.

"Master." Seeing this, the eldest disciple of Qinghe raised his sword and killed him.

"When this **** is a decoration?" Ape God snorted coldly, blocking his way.

That's it, this guy is still rampant, and he is a loyal and good disciple.

Of course, when Young Master Zhao arrived, he didn't even think about it, he turned his head and escaped.

Like him, the other disciples of the Qinghe Saint Patriarch are also running faster than each other.

The master has been suppressed, and this is still a woolen thread. If you don't want to die, you can run as fast as you can.

"Stop."

The water **** let out a snort and laid out the method of confinement.

No need for him to say, Zhao Yun and others are also chasing after them.

It's all in this situation, and it's a clean kill to kill him.

"Quick fight and quick decision." Zhao Yun held his spear and stared at Qinghe's second disciple.

"Escape." Don't look at the second child, but his legs and feet are numb, and there is no trace in the blink of an eye.

Zheng!

A sword light appeared in nothingness, and the void space was shattered.

The second disciple of Qinghe, who had just escaped, was forced back on the spot.

The one who sees the hand is a beautiful shadow, and it is actually not reading the sky.

Seeing her, Zhao Yun was so excited that Bu Niantian was still alive.

The same excitement, Bu Niantian also has that tearful eyes.

now,

It was not a time to reminisce, the two had a tacit understanding and easily won the second disciple of Qinghe.

After that, it was the eldest disciple of Qinghe, who was blocked in the sky by the ape **** and smashed his body with a stick.

puff!

Click!

Gorgeous blood flowers are blooming one after another.

The Holy Ancestor of Qinghe knelt down, and his disciples could not escape the disaster.

The world sees it most clearly, it is a war, it is clearly an autumn wind sweeping the leaves, no matter whether you are a demigod or a god, one who escapes is counted as one, and all are suppressed.

At this point, the thunder and electricity that caged the universe slowly dissipated.

Heaven and earth finally return to clarity, but what is revealed is a ruin.

Why!

Kunlun Immortal Monarch sighed, this is Kunlun Immortal Land, and it was destroyed in one fell swoop.

He can see it openly. Kunlun will rise one day.

Although the sound of thunder dissipated, the minds of the world were still full of rumblings.

Today, it's really not for nothing. Although I haven't heard the sermon, I have seen a great drama.

Walk!

Zhao Yun and the others did not stay for a long time, and left the venue immediately.

Before leaving, everyone did not forget to sweep.

It is nothing more than a treasure, and all cultivation resources are taken away.

It's over.

After a long time after they left, the world carefully set foot on the ruins.

God's legacy! The Master of Shangdao went down to the disciple, and was taken by a pot.

"Immortal world... is about to change."

The words of the elders are sincere.

No one in the **** field refuted this.

Thinking back to the past, how tragic the Battle of the Immortal World was, especially Zhao Yun's relatives and friends, who were killed and wounded, those who were chased and killed were chased and killed. Now that he has come back strong, how can he be good? Today's Qinghe lineage is bloody. For example, he came for revenge.

"go home."

The elders with profound knowledge took the lead in stepping forward.

The world did not stay, and the domain gates opened one by one.

You have to go back quickly, and you have to warn the clansmen to keep a low profile.

The Son of Daluo has been killed, but he can't stand in line. If one goes wrong, he will be concerned about it. It is best to remain neutral, because none of them are fuel-efficient lamps. There was a war, and then there was the aftermath.

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