Zhao Yun swung his sword and killed the old man in black robe.
He already knew that Wang Yang was still alive, but the only drawback was that he could not see Wang Yang's specific secrets in his memory, such as where the devil's lair was, or where Wang Yang's true body was.
If so, you have to find it as soon as possible.
He knew Wang Yang's nature very well, and his self-cultivation of the Indestructible Demonic Body Technique only worsened. He was also a participant in this cause and effect, and he could not absolve himself of the blame for every bloody disaster caused by Wang Yang.
Thinking like this, he quickened his pace.
Before leaving, he entered the Fallen Immortal Cloud Sea again and took away the Heavenly Warrior Corpse Puppet of the black-robed old man and brought it back to Cangqiong. Maybe there would be a surprise.
Gua!
Soon, the roc spread its wings and flew high.
Due to Zhao Yun's Nirvana, the Dapeng has also undergone transformation. The messy feathers have completely faded away. Now every feather is golden, reflecting the moonlight, like a golden cloud, as fast as a startling light.
"Hungry."
The master of Rashomon patted his belly and made a milky sound.
Zhao Yun smiled and took the spirit fruit casually. Even though she was not big, she could be eaten by thieves. As he had seen before, even after leaving the Sea of Fallen Immortal Clouds, she still failed to recover to the Tianwu Realm.
The blood transformation needs to be successful to return to normal.
As for whether he can return to the Tianwu realm, it depends on fate.
Nine days later, he returned to Qianqiu City.
Just like in the past, every time he came back, there were a lot of people at the city gate.
In order to match someone's strong personality, a banner was erected at the gate of the city. Looking at it from a distance, I don't know, which leader I thought I was welcoming?
"Well, I brought back another one."
The third elder of the Demon family stroked his beard when he saw it.
Everyone also saw it, and because they saw it, their eyes looked strange.
What a little girl.
As a result, everyone's imagination was opened.
Could it be someone’s illegitimate daughter?
While talking, Zhao Yun has arrived.
This guy is not bad, but he is the master of the Rashomon sect. I am afraid it is the first time to see so many people. Some
Timid, he held Zhao Yun tightly with his little hands.
"Who is this!"
Many old guys gathered around and looked up and down.
Those with advanced vision narrowed their eyes slightly. This little girl seemed to be of a special bloodline.
"Master of the Luosheng Sect." Zhao Yun said casually.
His casualness made his strong character perfect instantly.
But the eyebrows of all the old guys were raised high, and their eyes when looking at Zhao Yun were all slanted. How could someone learn to brag after going out for a while? If this is the master of the Rashomon Sect, I will live broadcast and eat shit.
"Tianwu realm?"
Cang Qiong, who arrived later, was stunned when he saw it.
It doesn't matter what he said. The whole audience was shocked. Tianwu realm?
"You can see this?" Zhao Yun was also surprised.
"You underestimate me too much." Cangqiong put his hands in his hands and looked at the master of the Rashomon Sect as if he were a monkey. After looking at him for a long time, he added with certainty, "He is undoubtedly at the Tianwu realm."
"Real or false." Everyone looked in disbelief.
"She must have had a problem with her bloodline transformation, and even reverted back to youth." Cang Qiong said leisurely, "The form can be changed, but the hidden Tianwu Qi cannot be changed. I have also been a Tianwu, so I can't be wrong."
After saying that, he looked at Zhao Yun and said, "What I said is right."
Zhao Yun took a deep breath and nodded slightly.
"this.."
All the elders looked sideways, and their eyes changed when they looked at the Master of the Rashomon Sect.
It's unbelievable that such a little girl is actually at the Tianwu realm.
"Are you sure it's the master of the Rashomon sect?" Cang Qiong looked at Zhao Yun with a smile.
Everyone also looked at him collectively, "Are you sure it's the master of the Rashomon sect?"
"It's really her."
"We don't believe it."
"Someone should recognize this sword.
"
Zhao Yun didn't say much, but he took out the weapon of the master of the Rashomon Sect, which was a slender sword. The glow of the sun flashed, bringing with it a bone-chilling chill. In addition, it was a kind of evil spirit. Who knows what this sword is?
, how many people’s blood was stained.
"Sky Frost Sword?"
The knowledgeable ancestor of the Bai family was suddenly surprised.
He is not the only person with extensive experience.
Too many old guys have bright eyes. They have never met the master of the Rashomon clan, but they recognize the sword of the master of the Rashomon clan. To be precise, they recognize the material used to make this weapon. It is ice jade and iron from the sky. There is no other sword in the world.
The ancient secret patterns on it are the best proof.
In other words, this little girl is really the master of the Rashomon Sect.
No one doubted it anymore, so it seemed that Zhao Yun had no need to lie to them.
Gudong!
The noise disappeared, and people swallowed their saliva secretly. The look in Zhao Yun's eyes became like looking at a monster. This boy is such a god! Last time he brought the ghost-faced Yama, and this time he was even more awesome. He really did it.
The head of the Rashomon sect came back with him. Even the head of the Rashomon sect was taken down. Who else could he not settle? ??
Where was the one who wanted to eat shit just now?
Many old guys looked around, looking left and right.
No one talks to me, why eat shit? Doesn’t the food taste delicious?
"I still want to hug you."
The old guys rubbed their hands, but no one dared to step forward.
This is the head of the Rashomon Sect, so you can't hug her randomly. If she returns to normal one day, she will go crazy and be targeted by Tianwu-level assassins. She will never leave the Immortal Mountain in this life. If she goes out, she will die. I'm afraid she will only
Only a talent like Zhao Yun dares to wander around the world with the master of the Rashomon Sect in his arms.
"go home."
Zhao Yun smiled and was the first to take steps.
It just so happened that the several concealing talismans on his body reached the time limit, and the concealed aura suddenly appeared. The majestic energy and blood made many juniors take a step back, and the power of the domineering blood pressure even Feng Wu could not stand firm.
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"The peak of Ksitigarbha?"
"What a domineering bloodline."
Surprises arose again, and the crowd exploded.
How many days have passed and it has reached its peak?
Also, what is the situation of his bloodline, where did he get the origin of the bloodline, and he is so domineering, not to mention the elders, who have been in a state of shock for eight thousand years.
This was the first time he had seen such a terrifying bloodline, and it was stronger than the fairy body.
"Low-key."
Zhao Yun spoke in a deep voice, and his character became more and more dazzling.
He would like to keep a low profile, but conditions don't allow it!
"Where did you get the bloodline?"
"What have you experienced in the past two months?"
"Another collision with fate?"
Everyone stopped Zhao Yun and chattered for a while. It was strange. Every time this guy went out, he would bring them back a surprise. This time it was a big surprise.
"Tell me when I go home."
Zhao Yun smiled and entered the city in one step.
Everyone swarmed to follow, wanting to hear Mr. Zhao tell stories.
Mr. Zhao did indeed weave what he saw and heard into a story. He told it so vividly that he shocked all the friends. Their eyes were straightened. It was actually the sea of fallen immortal clouds, hiding the origin of blood. What a coincidence.
Unfortunately, someone got it.
In summary:
This product breaks another taboo.
As for the head of the Rashomon sect, it is really tragic that he ran into such a scammer, but if you think about it carefully, this is not Mr. Zhao's fault, it was the head of the Rashomon sect who rushed forward to get involved.
It doesn't matter. It's a big misfortune.
Compared with Zhao Yun's battle in Northern Xinjiang, this plot seems to be more interesting.
"What kind of bloodline is this?"
After telling the story, Zhao Yun looked at the sky.
Watching with him, there were also seniors who also wanted to know.
"I don't know."
The dry cough in the sky is unheard of.
It's okay if you don't know. You can't even see the Qilin Holy Beast, let alone him.