Eternal Gate

"Come again."

Zhao Yunyuan's divine fire was raging, and the laws of the sky gathered.

He reshaped the dragon's body again, and slammed into the sky again.

Just like the first time, the bell that shook the world was struck by him.

Afterwards, the dragon's body exploded, and all kinds of laws crossed the nine heavens.

"A heaven-defying evildoer, you really don't take the usual path."

But all the elders with some vision showed their tongues.

I often hear the old people say that they can't eat more than they can chew. They have been pursuing this purpose since the day they embarked on the road of Taoism. They can't do one kind of Taoism well, so there is no time to involve other fields.

Fortunately, Zhao Yun, Zhan Zhidao cultivated hundreds of scriptures, and the one he cultivated was flourishing.

In this way, it explained a truth for them very well: too many skills do not overwhelm you.

Roar!

Amid the thunder and lightning, Zhao Yun reshaped the dragon body for the third time.

Then, it was the third time, the fourth time, the fifth time....

Every time it is broken, it is reshaped.

Every time it is smashed, the bell will ring once.

It was as if he had become a bell ringer, knocking the mourning bell to ding dong.

"Strike the bell with Tao?" the water **** murmured.

Yes, it is to hit the bell with the Tao, what Zhao Yun crosses is the catastrophe, but what he wins is good fortune. To use this heavenly punishment, this death bell, Nirvana itself, the way of war, or the furnace to raise a hundred scriptures, all need to be tempered .

Boom! Boom!

The bells of the mourning gods became more rhythmic, resounding all over the world again and again.

There is rhythm, but it does not mean that there is no chaos.

Looking up to the sky, the raging sea of ​​thunder, pieces of lightning cracked, were shattered by the sound of the bell, and exploded into beams of destructive light, like knives and swords, cutting the sky and the earth, subverting to the extreme.

On the contrary, Zhao Yun was not a bell ringer, but he had the consciousness of a bell ringer, and he had the attitude of not giving up until he smashed the death bell.

"Such a catastrophe?"

The demeanor of the people outside the arena, already in awe, became extraordinarily strange. Others survived the catastrophe, which one did not resist the thunder under the punishment of the catastrophe, but this one is good, bathed in thunder and lightning, playing desperately against the death bell, what the hell, you still Can you smash it into pieces?

It's still the elders who have high vision and can see clearly.

Look at Zhao Yundao's dragon body, which is already being broken and reshaped, becoming bigger and brighter. There is such a color called "Tao", which is blooming in the midst of calamity, and the sound of the bell cannot cover his voice. Even Thunder couldn't hide his brilliance.

"Thousands of tempers."

"Jie, that's the way to go."

"Nirvana is life, and defeat is death."

The words of the elders are quite deep, I don't know whether they are talking to themselves or admonishing the younger generation.

"don't know."

The younger generations are also not motivated, and they are all ignored.

If you don't understand, you can talk about it. If you lie down there and sleep for a while, you will always understand.

In fact, they didn't want to sleep, but because of their low morals and weak background, they couldn't bear the sound of the mourning bell, and they were stunned piece by piece, and they were still awake, either pressing their chests and spitting blood, or covering their ears and growling, staggering There are also a lot of people.

Roar!

Zhao Yun was still bumping into each other, but the bumping was getting more and more vigorous, the sky was smashed and the earth was smashed, and the bell was also hit, shaking unbearably.

No one remembers how many times he bumped into it, but his dragon body became brighter and brighter the more he bumped into it.

His Taoist sound, intertwined with the sound of bells and thunder, gradually became more majestic, and even the loud dragon chant, to the ears of the world, was more frightening than the sound of the bell.

"He...must die."

In the ferocious eyes of the gods, there is more fear.

This is true even in the demigod realm. If you let him become a god, what's the deal?

boom!

The sky collapsed again, and a sea of ​​colorful light poured from the sky.

It was Zhao Yun striking the bell, and the vision that came out was overwhelming.

Can a vision be produced by striking the bell? ...able.

Zhao Yun, who was in the catastrophe, performed such a scene very well for the world.

Once hit, a vision emerges.

Once the vision is knocked open, it will be out of control.

After the sea of ​​colorful light, there is a vast starry sky, dotted with stars, hung with the sun and the moon, and a Milky Way, covered with vicissitudes, across the nine heavens.

"Interesting."

The three sanctioners all sighed, and it was the first time to see a scene of visions in the catastrophe.

Even the masters of the Three Realms are like this, let alone the world, one counts as one, and they all lose their eyes, striking the clock with Tao, is it so gimmicky?

Of course, bells and whistles also require capital.

For example, Zhao Yun has cultivated an immortal will on the road against the sky.

Hard-working the Heavenly Calamity, forcibly hitting the death bell, he has that background, if it were them, they would not be able to do it, not to mention ringing the bell, they may not even be able to withstand the Thunder Tribulation, they have to be the same material... just work.

"Your baby is really promising."

The partner **** put his hand away, and then glanced at the ancient **** Wangqing.

The ancient **** Wangqing was indifferent, but there was a hint of maternal tenderness in his eyes.

Fu Rong's emotions were disturbing her mind, and it was because of this **** that she came to defend Zhao Yun. The child she incarnated was destined to be the strongest and most stunning.

Click!

When she was in a trance, a cracking sound came from the sky.

It was the death bell, and after being hit again and again, a crack really exploded.

There is a first path, and there is a second path...it has become unstable, and it can't be stabilized if it shakes. There are also thunder and lightning all over the sky, and because of this, it has become chaotic.

The biggest movement is still the pieces of vision, most of which were shattered in the midst of calamity, and the gorgeous light, like a colorful fairy rain, sprinkled the sea of ​​thunder, adding a different color to the destructive punishment of heaven, Even the female monks were in a trance when they saw it, because today's catastrophe has become a bit dreamy. For a few moments, the beams of light that exploded, like fireworks, inadvertently obscured their state of mind.

"It was really smashed?"

The sound of horror resounded throughout the world.

Look at that big bell, it is not as dazzling as before, because of the cracks, it has become mottled, just like this, the cracks are still exploding one after another, destroying the **** pattern on it, and dimming the light of the catastrophe. It was Zhao Yun's voice, which overwhelmed the bell.

"Heaven's punishment is weak." The Immortal Divine Body looked at the sky.

No need for him to say, all the strong people also have perceptions, the death bell is cracked, indicating the catastrophe, and it is heading for decline. As long as Zhao Yun supports it, the catastrophe will not be far away.

Roar!

Zhao Yun was not only able to hold on, but also hit harder and harder.

Thunder and lightning couldn't do anything to him, and the huge death bell was nothing but a bluff. Although the sound of the bell was still domineering, its meaning of destruction became deeper and deeper.

"Give me...break."

Zhao Yun slammed it with a loud clang, and bumped headlong into it again.

This time, it was not a click, but a roar.

The death bell was destroyed, and it was shattered in the catastrophe, and the divine pattern imprinted on it, like Zhao Yun's previous law, collapsed all over the sky, turned into thunder, turned into lightning, until it disappeared.

There are also fragments of the death bell, like shooting stars one after another, flying down the sky, losing all their brilliance during the fall.

At this point, the thunder was annihilated, leaving only the echo of the bell.

In the dim sky, only the golden dragon remained, circling nine days.