Eternal gate

When Zhao Yun entered the world of mortals, he saw another scene.

It looks like a starry sky from the outside, but when you come in, you see a desert with no end in sight and no direction.

"Is this the road of mortals?"

Zhao Yun murmured and took steps forward.

He wanted to walk through the air, but a mysterious force blocked him.

"There is someone."

He kept calling all the way, and the power of his soul spread out.

However, there was no response from all directions.

There is no life here, no spiritual power, just yellow sand flying around.

There is no trace left here. Looking back, there is not even a single footprint.

Still lonely all the way.

He was the only one walking alone.

"You little brat."

No one could hear this curse.

He is the punisher. He stays up most of the night, sits on a stone with his legs crossed and smokes. He looks at the road of mortals with a very dark face. He is a god. He can see the scene inside and see Zhao Yun. I don’t know why. He really wanted to take that guy back to the mortal world and kick him to death seriously for ten minutes.

After a long time, he couldn't see it either.

It is the limitation of the universe that limits the sight of the gods.

At the end of the sky, there were crowds of people, all of whom were relatives and friends of Zhao Yun. There were men, women, old and young. It took a long time to stand there. Not everyone could enter the world of mortals. They had to be at the immortal level.

Speaking of the quasi-immortal level, how could we not forget the Demon Lord and the Demon Queen and Hong Yuan.

Every night in the dead of night, you can always see their figures, looking at the vast starry sky, lost in thought. Indeed, they have not seen through the world of mortals, and have never dared to set foot on this road from beginning to end.

The Demon King and the Demon Queen have left and are going to play in the human world.

Hong Yuan also left, going on a long trip to see the outside world.

"Zhao Yun."

I don't know which day, a hysterical call resounded to the end of the world.

It was Liu Ruxin who was awake, crying with tears in her eyes, but couldn't get a response.

She left, followed by a little unicorn, its head buried in a listless look.

On this day, she moved out of Qianqiu City and returned to Zhao Yun's hometown with Furong and the sealed Luoxia.

It was also on this day that too many people moved their families.

The Bai family and the Yan family returned to the Southern Territory, the Qin family returned to the East China Sea, Tianyin Pavilion went to Huashan, and the Sikong family went to the Northern Territory...

From where to go.

The huge Qianqiu City seemed to be deserted at the end of the song, and it was quite empty.

"Aren't you leaving?" Feng Wu whispered at the gate of the city.

"I'm tired, let's rest here." Mako took a sip of wine.

Feng Wu smiled and walked away, heading to Canglang City, the place where she first met Zhao Yun.

"The world is a big place, let's go take a look around."

Wang Zha and Mustachio patted Mozi and went on the road together.

Mako never stops, people leave every day, and he has sent them away one after another.

But, they will all come back.

If one day Qianqiu City is in trouble, help will come from all directions.

Red dust road.

Zhao Yun settled down for the first time and looked not far away.

There was a tree there, to be precise, it was a dry branch with not even a single leaf in sight.

Looking with all his eyes, there seemed to be a person lying under the tree, leaning against the trunk and falling asleep.

When I got closer, I saw that it was Old Man Fushou, a native of the Western Wilderness. He had seen him at the end of the East China Sea, and asked him for a pot of wine. At the end of his life, he dragged his old body into the world of mortals. .

Unexpected.

He still didn't reach the fairyland and fell down halfway.

Zhao Yun said nothing and put Old Man Fushou into the magic ring.

If he could reach the end, he would bury him in the fairy world, thus fulfilling the old man's long-cherished wish.

Three days later.

He stopped again.

Looking at the feet, half of the skeleton is exposed in the flowing yellow sand. He must be a person who has gone through the world of mortals. He has exhausted his life, been eroded by the yellow sand, and has been eroded by the glory of the years, leaving behind regrets for the rest of his life.

Zhao Yun bowed his hands and continued to move forward.

Over the next few days, more and more withered bones were seen.

In the endless desert, I don’t know how many people were buried.

Zhao Yun did not stop any longer, leaving only a silhouette of his back to the forerunners.

Perhaps, he will become one of them in another year and be buried in this desert.

"Calculating the time, there should be blood."

He is still a sanctioner in the mortal world, and he speaks with sincerity and sincerity.

I don’t know whether he saw blood or not, but Zhao Yun saw an oasis.

Since entering the world of mortals, it was the first time he saw something different in color from the yellow sand.

It was indeed an oasis, with lush vegetation and gurgling rivers, so full of life.

"Illusion."

Zhao Yun murmured, and his soul trembled.

The so-called desert oasis suddenly disappeared, and the yellow sand was still flying, but deep in the yellow sand, there was an evil spirit lurking. If you listen carefully, you can still hear wailing and low roaring.

soon.

The wind was blowing hard.

There was a bloody figure crawling out of the desert. It looked like an evil spirit or a resentful spirit. Its eyes were glowing and bloody saliva was dripping from its mouth. It was more sinister than the ghosts in hell.

"Evil spirit."

Zhao Yun murmured, knowing what it was.

The Xuanmen Heavenly Book says that evil thoughts arise from the spirit, and evil thoughts stained with blood become evil spirits. It is an evil thing with spirit but no mind.

Roar!

When he looked, the monster pounced on him with a ferocious expression.

It is not an ordinary evil spirit. It has Yin evil sweeping through it and blood evil surging. In terms of aura and momentum, it is no weaker than a quasi-immortal in the mortal world. Before anyone can kill him, he can see blood vomiting from his mouth and lightning shooting from his eyes.

Zheng!

Zhao Yun's pace did not slow down, and the black and yellow sword energy left his body.

The demon had just reached a certain distance when it was struck by sword energy.

Its screams were extremely shrill.

And his wailing seemed to contain a kind of magic power, summoning more evil things.

The desert became unquiet, with rolling yellow sand raging across the sky. Bloody human figures crawled out of the desert. They were humanoids and beasts, with different shapes, but the same ferocious expressions.

Zhao Yun frowned slightly.

He is not afraid of three or two evil things at all, but the demons in the world are all in one piece, like a sea tide. According to the cultivation base of the mortal world, those with the weakest cultivation base are at the peak of Xuanyang.

How come there are so many evil spirits on the road of mortals?

Is it a checkpoint set up by the upper realm to test the mortals in the lower realm?

Buzz!

Zhao Yun picked up Long Yuan and killed him like a startling light.

Waves of monsters came one after another without any fear. One by one they fell down, and then one by one they pounced on him. They looked like they wouldn't be finished until they tore Zhao Yun into pieces.

As Zhukong expected, Zhao Yun was stained with blood.

It is true that he is invincible in the world, but he cannot stand up to a group fight.

"That's enough."

Zhukong said deeply, not optimistic about Zhao Yun.

He is the sanctioner. He has been watching the world for endless years and has met generations of outstanding people. There are many people who can rival or even surpass Zhao Yun. Unfortunately, from ancient times to the present, no one can break through the world of mortals. , that is a dead end, hope is infinitely close to despair.

After half a bottle of wine, he once again used his magical power.

He is the leader of the mortal world! But you can't just sit around and not do anything serious.

It is his mission to sit in the mortal world.

And repairing the world is his mission.

This trip took a long time, and my old bones were very tired.

The day he sat down again, he saw the crowds of people at the end of the East China Sea again. Most of them were Zhao Yun's relatives and friends. They were all beautiful figures. They could see faces like jade and daydreams. They would come every once in a while.

Three years.

That man has been gone for three years.

No one knows whether Zhao Yun has made it through the world of mortals.

Even the sanctioner is not sure because he cannot see it.

Red dust road.

Yellow sand flies.

Zhao Yun was in ragged clothes, carrying the bleeding Long Yuan, stumbling step by step, staggering along the way.

Three years.

He has been fighting on the road of mortals for three years.

However, there is still no end in sight, and he is fighting day and night. His energy and blood have been defeated. This is an extraordinary road. There is no life, no spiritual power, only yellow sand and evil spirits.

Roar!

In the darkness, there was another violent howl.

The demons are here again, and every time they appear, there are more than three or two. They are black and overwhelming, like a sea tide, sweeping across the heaven and earth in an endless stream. They will not dissipate until they kill all the creatures on the road.

war!

Zhao Yun held Long Yuan tightly and rushed out again.

Looking down from the sky, he was like a drop in Taicang, trudging forward in the vast ocean. Every step he took would pay a bloody price. There were too many evil spirits, filling the dim desert.

He was determined enough to fall down time and time again, but also got up to charge again and again.

No one knows how long he has been killing. All they know is that in the mortal world, it will be another ten years before flowers fade and bloom.

It's still the end of the world.

His relatives and friends came one after another.

"Big brother."

If the water stands in the starry sky, it has been calling for a long time.

However, he didn't get any response from the man.

Eleventh year.

A thunder disaster occurred in Qianqiu City.

It's a catastrophe.

It was Mozi who broke through and finally advanced to the Tianwu realm.

In the same year, there was also a catastrophe in the Southern Region, which was Yan Ruyu's Tianwu catastrophe.

Thirteenth year.

Forget about the ancient city and the sky is full of visions.

It is the body of the immortal spirit that came from behind and powerfully aspired to the Tianwu throne.

After the disaster.

She took Furong with her and came to the end of the world.

A wife and a mother were both in tears.

Fifteenth year.

Another thunder and lightning was seen in the vast southern region.

The little money fan retreated from the lead and entered the Tianwu realm.

On the same night, there was a ray of light in Qingfeng City, and Qingyao also advanced against the sky. Maybe there was something wrong with her bloodline, and she even suffered a backlash. The disaster was extremely dangerous, and she almost died in it.

Year twenty-one.

Su Yu and Lin Xie ascended to Tianxiao together, advancing to Tianwu in no particular order.

After that, there was Jiannan, a handsome guy who had not been seen in a century, who was almost chopped into ashes by the catastrophe. That night, there were countless beautiful women who came to Sikong's house, and every one of them had an ex-girlfriend.

Year twenty-eight.

Mu Qinghan advanced while traveling, but something unexpected happened at a time of crisis.

In other words, there was a sneak attack by an unscrupulous person and he almost died.

The new generation has truly risen.

The glory of the mortal world burns even brighter.

"I'm going to be relieved in advance!"

Zhukong sat cross-legged on the stone, closing his eyes and counting with his fingers.

The world in the mortal world is changing again, and the suppression is getting weaker year by year. Although he has contributed a lot, the real credit comes from the big bosses in the divine world. They should reach a tacit understanding and jointly repair the world.

In other words, the road to immortality may be reshaped in advance.

This is great news for the mortal world.

But for Zhao Yun, this is a nonsense operation. If this situation had already happened, it would not be a bad idea to wait for him for hundreds of years. It would be better than suffering all the hardships on the road of mortals.