Eternal Gate

"Ji Hen, bring money to the Ascetic Mountain... to redeem Ling Fei."

This word, with its own sound wave secret technique, came from afar, and resounded infinitely outside the imperial capital city.

Anyone who heard it collectively looked back.

Listen to the source of the sound, it should be from the south.

As for who the other party is, it is unknown.

All I know is that this is a typical stage where the kidnapping requires a ransom, and it is still Ling Fei of Qingyu Peak, um...that is, Ji Hen’s good brother, because of the technique and blood, it doesn’t grow any longer. The tall one.

Such a blatant demand for a ransom was obviously aimed at the Son of Heavenly Sect.

boom!

Amidst the noise, Zhao Yun stepped out of the city wall and trembled as he stepped on the void.

When the world saw him, he was like a golden light penetrating the night and heading straight to the south.

In the same way, there is Daxia Longfei.

Yang Xuanzong, who was the head teacher of Tianzong, and many elders also followed.

"Go and see."

There are people who like to join in the fun, and all of them followed.

The army assembled outside the city was a bit embarrassed. The commander-in-chief is gone. Should this go or not?

"Stand by."

The quasi-tian level elder left a word and followed.

Mainly want to see, who is so bold, dare to tie the disciple of Tianzong in the territory of Daxia.

Don't you know that Ji Hen just assembled a strong army?

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun was so fast that he thrust into the sky.

His face was also extremely ugly, and his ominous premonition was finally fulfilled.

Last night they sealed Mu Qinghan and they did not see Ling Fei, Ziyan and Yang Feng.

At this time, something went wrong.

He didn't know who the other party was, but he was definitely an enemy, and kidnapping Ling Fei for a ransom was nothing but revenge on him.

I often walk by the river, so how can I not wet my shoes?

He has always tied others up, and never thought that his family members were also tied up.

Since the matter has happened, it is useless to say too much. Since the other party wants money, he will give him money. As long as Ling Fei is safe, even if he wants all his wealth, he will also give it. His good brother is not measurable by money.

Ascetic Mountain is indeed poor enough.

It was a huge mountain that couldn't escape from the sky, overlooking from the sky, there was no grass, not to mention that it was inhabited, and even a bird would not come.

But such a mountain where birds don't **** is on fire today.

Some people here do not talk about martial ethics, they know that kidnapping will come quickly, and they will be **** when they say they are tied up.

Fuck...!

Those who are closer arrive first.

Seeing the scene on the mountain of asceticism, the collective swearing exploded.

They are not to blame, just because the pictures on it are bloody.

Tianzong’s Ling Fei was not tied to it, but nailed to it by a war spear, with a disheveled head, covered in blood, his hands and feet were weakly slumped, and there were brutal wounds. Obviously, dead. The hamstrings and hamstrings were broken before.

He seemed to be breathless, and the flowing blood stained the rock wall red.

"This... is very unprofessional."

The people at the foot of the mountain grinned and gasped.

They strongly suspect that it is the first time that the other party has done the kidnapping, and it is not even very professional.

Kidnapping! Nothing but money.

Ji Hen is still in the future, and the money has not yet been received, so the ticket is torn, and it is so cruel to others.

"I'm afraid it was intentional."

A person with a high vision and a good-headed messenger can understand the clues at a glance.

Whether the other party did it for the first time, they don't know, but this kidnapping is definitely a naked revenge.

Who will retaliate? ...Get revenge on Ji Hen.

No way, the Heavenly Sect's Son has provoked too many enemies, such as the major dynasties, the super clans of the Southern Territory, the great powers of the East China Sea, the Rashomon, the blood-clothed gate, the corpse... may.

If he couldn't do Ji Hen, he took his good brother to operate the knife.

I have to say that this cut was indeed bloody.

"coming."

In the crowd, somebody screamed.

Upon hearing this, the spectators all looked to one side.

It was the Son of Heaven who came, and before anyone arrived, he heard the icy wind howling, and everyone shuddered.

That is killing intent, cold to the bone.

Before everyone thought about it, they hurried to the side in a hurry, and tacitly gave way to Ji Hen. The good brother was killed. The Heavenly Sect Saint was afraid that he would be angry, so he couldn't move forward to avoid the panic.

boom!

Zhao Yun descended from the sky, and there was another bang when he landed, shaking the whole Ascetic Mountain for a while.

Seeing Ling Fei who was nailed to the rock wall, his body trembled, his face was pale and bloodless, and his eyes filled with rolling tears. He hadn't seen Ling Fei for many days and never wanted to see him again. The cold body.

Oh oh oh...!

Between heaven and earth, the cold wind raged in this instant.

It was still a terrible killing intent, making the world and the earth freeze every inch.

boom!

With a roar, the whole mountain of asceticism collapsed.

As the rubble collapsed, Zhao Yun took Ling Fei and drew his spear.

"You, fucking, don't stay in Tianzong honestly, run out and do something."

Zhao Yun hugged Ling Fei tightly, and a low growl was a verbal roar, but also a roar from the soul. Tears dripped over his face, and he couldn't cry. Perhaps he was too emotional and the corners of his mouth were bleeding constantly.

But everyone knows that the harder he scolds, the more painful his heart hurts.

That's not only his fellow, but his good brother!

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Concubine Long, Xuanzong Yang and others also arrived, and their faces were pale when they saw this scene.

It seems that they underestimated the other party, not for money, but from the beginning, they rushed to kill, and wanted to avenge Ji Hen with Ling Fei's life.

It turns out that they succeeded.

Seeing Ji Hen's sobbing sobbing unbearably, he knew how painful his heart was.

No one knows who did it, because the murderer left no clue, even a breath.

This is the most disgusting.

With so many forces in the world, Ji Hen so many enemies, the ghost knows which side it is, and even if he wants revenge, he can't find a target.

"Come on, I have one more."

When I was watching, there was another faint laugh, coming from afar.

These words fell in the ears of Yang Xuanzong and others, like a bolt from the blue.

There is another one, this has been planned for a long time!

If it is not bad, they are still from Qingyu Peak, or Ji Hen's good brother; if it is not bad, either Ziyan or Yang Feng, except for Ling Fei, they are not at Qingyu Peak.

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun took Ling Fei's body and flew into the sky again.

This time, he can determine the location without the other party giving a place name.

He was so fast that he left all the elders behind.

In his hand, he still held the war spear that nailed Ling Fei to death, with Ling Fei's blood still on it.

He was perceiving all the way, wanting to find the murderer's breath from this war spear.

However, he even used the origin, but he couldn't find a clue.

He holds the war spear in both hands, opens his mouth and bites. He wants to repeat his tricks, eat the war spear in his stomach, and forcibly refine it in his body. It doesn't need much, just a little breath.

Of course, before he could bite, a hand came out from the oblique side.

It's a ghost face Yama, so many people, only he can barely keep up with Zhao Yun's speed.

"Eat everything you see, are you so hungry?"

As the ghost face Yan Luo said, he placed the war spear in front of his nose and sniffed it from left to right.

No one knows that he has a unique talent, a natural sense of smell, more sensitive than a pug's nose, as long as it is something that a person has touched, he can smell a trace of breath.

"Internal Breath of Fire Dragon."

After a long time, I heard him murmur.

Zhao Yun's eyes were blood-red, and his words were sonorous, "Fire Dragon?"

The ghost face Yan Luo didn't reply, and he smashed the war spear into fly ash. His silence was acquiescence.

Click it! Click it!

Zhao Yun clenched his fist, clenched it straight, maybe it was too hard, his nails were pierced into the palm, wisps of blood flowed down the fingers, and it was the fire dragon clan, killing his good brother, endlessly dying .

"Is the old man committing evil?"

The ghost face Yan Luo muttered in his heart and helped Zhao Yun find the murderer. The fire dragon clan seemed to suffer. With this kind of nature, it would be blame for the fire dragon clan to fail.

Thinking about it, he was also relieved.

The sect master asked him to protect Zhao Yun, which was of great significance.

Maybe, Zhao Yun has formed an alliance with him Rashomon.

Even if it is an alliance, the gang still has to help.

Besides, the fire dragons are not a bunch of good birds, and they have a solid foundation, but they have an IQ! It’s not enough to count. I think it’s clean, but everyone knows that the world is so big and there are no wonders, and there are many capable people and strangers.

And he is one of them.

When Zhao Yun reappeared, he saw a tragic scene.

It’s Ziyan’s little fat dun, Dan Xuan’s apprentice, just like Ling Fei. He was nailed to a rock wall with a cold war spear, like a shabby hair, and the same was broken off his muscles and hamstrings, dripping blood. , Outlined several blood-colored lines on the rock wall.

The boom came again.

The mountain was quashed.

Zhao Yun took Ziyan and hugged him tightly, crying silently, an unprecedented guilt that instantly filled his state of mind. It was him who avenged him, but his brothers were robbed in blood.

The ghost face Yan Luo was quite conscious, and he held Ziyan's war spear in his hand, and he sniffed it up and down again, left and right.

Fortunately, there is no outsider here, otherwise, he would definitely think he is a pug.

"This kind of anger is undoubtedly the Southern Ge Family."

The ghost face Yan Luo said indifferently and gave a definite answer.

After all, he hid into the forest, because the powerhouse of Tianzong was coming soon.

"Ge Family."

Zhao Yun's tears criss-crossed, and his teeth shattered.

Xu Ye was too cruel and angry, and even exerted too much force, Ziyan's body was cracked and crackled.

"Apprentice."

The crying sound soon sounded, it was Dan Xuan who was crying.

Ziyan was his disciple, followed him after urinating, and died so tragically.

Yang Xuanzong and others trembled, and another disciple was buried in the hands of the enemy.

"Ji Hen, come, I have one more."

Jiejie's yin laughter always comes in time to set the scene.

Still the enemy, another word came, without the name of the place, knowing that Ji Hen can find it, it doesn't matter if you can't find it, look for it slowly! They are not in a hurry.

"You will not die in vain."

Zhao Yun got up again, burned out the tears in his eyes, and rushed to one side.

His speed is as fast as ever, and he throws a group of elders far away.

The one who can barely keep up with him is the ghost face Yan Luo.

And this time, it was Yang Feng.

Still a war spear nailed him to the rock wall.

Different from Ling Fei and Ziyan, Yang Feng still had a trace of energy and a trace of sober consciousness.

"Who is it." Zhao Yun hugged Yang Feng and instilled Xianli madly.

"Luo...Rashomon." Yang Feng said weakly, hoarsely, with a few words, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

When the words fell, his soul flew away.

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There are chapters to come later.