The first cause of all realms

Three-pointed two-edged knife...

Yang Jue stopped and looked, his eyes narrowed slightly.

However, he saw that his appearance was handsome, majestic, slender and powerful, and his eyes were spiritual and gloomy.

The men and women he has seen in his life, only in terms of body and appearance, perhaps only his younger brother can compare.

But compared to his younger brother's immaturity, this one is still superior, like a sharp edge that has been tempered and put back into its sheath.

Shashasha~
Inside the temple gate, the white-robed young man poured himself into sharpening the knife without the slightest breath leaking out, as if he didn't know who was coming from outside.

'Before the Judicial God became enlightened...'

Yang Jue's eyes were dim.

Just looking at it from a distance, he felt a slight chill all over his body, as if there was an invisible sharp energy reaching his soul.

The white-robed young man in front of him was Shang Jiuyao, but he brought him a terrifying oppression no less than that of the Lion God King!
Huhu~
Inside the temple gate, a young man in white is sharpening his knife quietly, completely forgetting himself. Outside the temple gate, Yang Jue stands with a knife, concentrating on watching.

At first, he only saw this man sharpening the knife quietly, but as time passed and his spirit gathered, he gradually saw something unusual.

This is by no means sharpening a knife in the ordinary sense, but an extremely clever way of raising and refining a knife.

Every time the young man wiped the blade, the three-pointed two-edged knife made a slight and pleasant trembling sound.

Under the mirror-like blade, extremely complicated divine patterns intertwined and circulated, constantly deriving new patterns to replace the old ones.

"Zheng!"

At a certain moment, there seemed to be a slight tremor of a knife, and Yang Jue instantly withdrew from the mysterious state. Inside the temple gate, the white-robed youth raised his eyebrows:
"After seventeen days, what did you see?"

"Metamorphosis."

Yang Jue restrained his mind and was quite amazed:

"Sharpening, cultivating, and refining the knife, if things go on like this, the knife can transform, and even become psychic."

The magic weapon is not enough to be refined, it needs a very long time of nurturing and sacrificial training, so that it can exert its due power and grow.

But the knife-sharpening technique of this white-robed boy is clearly not trivial.

"Day by day, month by month. Today is better than yesterday, tomorrow is better than today, a knife is like a man, if you don't advance, you will retreat."

The young man in white robe sat cross-legged, with a knife across his knees:
"In the past 60 years, you have entered and exited 670 three times, each time is different, each time you enter,
Although you are not good at following, you are qualified to pass on my sword..."

Zheng~!

While the white-robed boy was speaking, he pointed at the knife, and immediately the sound of the knife shot up into the sky, filling the void and occupying everything:
"I have ten knives here, take as much as you can..."

boom!
The moment he glimpsed the shadow of the sword, within Yang Ju's perception, there was no longer anything other than the light of the sword.

This knife seemed to come from the end of the cold and lonely world, rumbling like thunder, piercing through the lonely darkness and exploding the haze of chaos.

This is……

"Dao One, Nine Thunders Absolute Sword!"

In a daze, Yang Jue felt that the light of the saber was like thunder, as if the Nine Heavens God of Thunder blasted down the thunder of the God of Creation long ago.

But even within a ten-thousandth of a second, Yang Jue had come to his senses, but he did not advance or retreat, and even held down the violently turbulent double-edged knife.

What he did here was to inherit the three-pointed double-edged sword, not to challenge anyone.

More importantly, there is no killing intent in the light of this knife, it is just a taught knife...

Therefore, even though the light of the knife fell like thunder, he still stood still, allowing the light of the knife to come with severe pain.

puff!
The next moment, the knife light disappeared.

"What a mouthful of Nine Thunders Absolute Sword!"

Yang Jue lightly pressed the center of his eyebrows and gave a sigh of admiration. Then his body and clothes were completely destroyed, and he was blown away like ashes by the wind.

"So magical!"

The Taoist in white also praised it, and pointed at the blade again, and the bloody light billowed up, cutting straight into the void somewhere:

"Knife [-], blood-melting sword!"

……

boom!
The roar shook the sky, and the extremely dazzling knife light even passed from outside the temple to the entire illusion.

The old ape in the deep valley of Peach Mountain scratched the corner of his eyes, Yang Daoren in the small town looked up, and saw the hob shining like a waterfall, splitting the illusion.

A white-tusked giant elephant shrouded in lightning stomped its feet and hissed long, but it was still sliced ​​open with a single blow and turned into powder.

"puff!"

The void was shaking, and Yang Jue staggered out, intense pain filled his mind, but his eyes were still brighter and brighter:
"The eighth cut!"

With a stagger, Yang Ju fell down and sat down, suppressing his desire to fight back with his sword and avoid with his strong will.

"You have obtained eight or nine profound arts, good, good, good!"

Inside the temple gate, the white-robed boy finally stood up. This time, he didn't flick the knife again,

Instead, he mentioned the three-pointed two-edged knife:

"Knife Nine, three-pointed and two-edged knife!"

hum!
Without thinking about it, Yang Ju has already triggered all kinds of changes in the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kung Fu with his ever-changing body.

hold head high!
In an instant, Buddha's light rose into the sky like a tide.

Surrounded by brilliant thunder, a giant elephant gallops from nothingness, and a very sacred and majestic Buddha sits on the back of the giant elephant, holding his seal.

At this moment, Yang Qiu has no reservations.

The killing method of this young man in front of him is so outrageous, so far, the only person he has seen is comparable to that devil boy.

Even if it is the body of Jiuyao, even if it is the knife of teaching, he has forced out all his means.

Including the Great Day Tathagata Transformation that he was a bit taboo after he performed it for the first time...

laugh!
The light of the knife cuts down, and the illusion is shattered.

In the misty light like smoke, the young man in white robe stood with his sword in his hand, and disappeared after a long, long time.

"puff!"

Inside the room, Yang Jue spat out a big mouthful of blood, and the blood fell to the ground and instantly turned into countless light spots and scattered in the void.

At this moment, he stopped his thoughts of splitting into separate parts, and ignored the pain of his soul being torn apart. He concentrated again and digested the nine knives he had suffered.

After a long, long time, I just let out a mouthful of turbid air, the ups and downs of my chest slowed down, and my mood calmed down.

"This knife..."

Yang Ju subconsciously pressed the center of his eyebrows, his expression was exhausted, and he couldn't hide his amazement.

Compared with the knife in Zhoujue Yintian Palace, this knife is very immature, and all the supernatural powers and true shapes in it have not yet been integrated into one.

But with a single slash, not to mention his eighty-nine profound skills, his ever-changing body was also shattered.

In other words, if he really bears this knife for life, even if he has a hundred thousand incarnations, he will probably be wiped out by a single knife!

"Worthy of being the No. 1 God of War in the ancient Heavenly Court, No. [-] in Nine Extremes..."

Yang Ju pressed the center of his brows, his eyes closed tightly, as if he opened them, and that terrifying knife light was about to descend again:
"He's too tyrannical..."

In addition to being amazed, Yang Yu couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.

The white-robed youth in the illusion hadn't even achieved Baji, and he was far from being the first Nine-Jiul God of War who later became famous all over the world.

But the mystery contained in the light of the knife has reached an unbelievable level...

At the last moment, he transformed himself into the Dharma image of the Great Sun Tathagata, and his thinking rose to a height far beyond his current state.

It was also because of this that I truly felt the horror of his sword skills.

His nine knives are extremely mysterious. In them, he feels birth and death, yin and yang, good fortune, light and darkness, calamity, karma, killing, order...

It seems to have surpassed the supernatural powers in his cognition, beyond the scope of great supernatural powers...

"Is this really the sword technique he developed when he was Jiuyao?!"

Taking a deep breath, Yang Jue forced himself not to think about the brilliant sword, and the slight anxiety in his heart seemed to be cut off at the same time.

In the dark room, Yang Qiu sat quietly for a long time before looking back at the sea of ​​mind.

The cauldron of gluttony was dark, and all the ingredients lost their light, and the three-pointed and double-edged knife ingredients were completely dimmed.

"Unfortunately, just a little bit, you can see the tenth knife..."

Yang Ju felt a little regretful, but it was only a little bit.

The strength of the nine knives almost took his mind away, for a moment, he even felt that he should not practice any other supernatural martial arts, as if he mastered the nine knives, he would be able to run amok in the heavens.

If you really see the tenth knife that is likely to integrate the essence of the nine swords into one, I'm afraid...

"After I digest the mystery of the nine knives, maybe there is still a chance to try the tenth knives..."

Although the ingredients of the three-pointed and two-edged knife disappeared, the recipes transformed by Zhou Jue Yintian Palace are still there.

"Sleep too, sleep too!"

Yang Jue was mentally and mentally exhausted. The seventeen days of refining were more tiring than his 30 years of retreat.

So much so that he didn't even bother to check the refining ingredients, and fell asleep.

woo~
Not long after he fell asleep, there seemed to be a faint sound of a knife, and the two-edged knife kept trembling and whistling softly.

It came out of the sheath quietly for half a foot, and after a while, there seemed to be a shallow breathing overlapping with Yang Ji's long breathing.

"call!"

"Suck!"

……

……

Whoosh!

The cold wind howled in the mountains, and it seemed that there were pieces of snow falling, and a layer of hoarfrost soon covered the mountain city.

In a small courtyard somewhere, Gu Shentong quietly appeared, with an ugly expression on his face.

He failed again to escape.

More than a year after the Lion King's attack, the Wanshi Mountains have almost become a forbidden area, and it is almost impossible to enter and exit.

"Troublesome..."

Gu Shentong's complexion was very bad.

Another year has passed, and the Juyun Golden Pagoda has not yet opened, but he can only wait, because at this moment, even if he wants to be promoted to Jiuyao, he will not succeed.

After that turmoil, almost all the masters of Wanshi Tianzong were haunted by evil spirits. If he breaks through here...

Just thinking about it, Gu Shentong couldn't help but shudder.

"Wait! Wait!"

Gu Shentong's face was dull, he found a safe place at random, and retreated again.

The moment his mind hooked the Ten Thousand Immortals Catalogue, he had already seen the Golden List of Gathering Fortune in the bright yellow light.

"He's still Shidu..."

Looking at the first place on the gold list, Gu Shentong really didn't know how to describe his mood.

He couldn't imagine how a master of ten capitals could be so tyrannical to such an unimaginable level!

And what is more terrifying than this is his progress!
A year ago, when he left the customs, he had already entered the nineteenth list of emperors, and now, one year later...

"The Seventeenth Emperor!"

A cold voice came from the void in the back mountain of the Great Sun Golden Palace.

Jiutian Shatong sat cross-legged in the Wanfa building, holding a book of martial arts cheats that he had acquired decades ago, his eyes shone with a terrifying light.

"Open the way before the catastrophe..."

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