The first cause of all realms

Chapter 1074 Unborn, Immortal, Spirit of the Six Paths ([-] words)
woohoo~
Behind the city of death in vain, there is a completely barren and scorched earth, as far as the eye can see, it is all dark, and there are not even a few kinds of weeds that are unique to the netherworld.

A huge shadow hangs down, and even ghosts and even ghosts and gods are unwilling to take a step closer.

Standing here, Yang Jue felt his mind trembling, as if his soul would be taken away in the next moment.

This seems to be a dead place, any living beings who come here will have their souls taken away.

"Six Paths of Reincarnation is the rebirth of the soul, a forbidden place for living beings. With the book of life and death, even the soul of the unrivaled demon king can be forcibly lured to the underworld..."

Not far away, Niutou Apang was trembling, he was a ecstasy and ghost, and he didn't dare to approach this dark place at all.

"Using the book of life and death to cooperate with the six reincarnations to seduce the soul?"

Yang Yu's heart moved slightly.

"If you're not a person with great supernatural powers, you can seduce the soul with a single swipe on the book of the underworld. But the soul of a person with great supernatural powers cannot be seduced by us, even if civil and military judges work together..."

Niutou Pang approached cautiously a few steps:
"However, generally speaking, most of the people with great supernatural powers come to Nether voluntarily or they violated the rules of heaven and were escorted by the gods. In most cases, Youming will not easily hook the souls of people with great supernatural powers..."

"I'm afraid it may not be..."

Looking into the distance with the eyes of the sky, Yang Ju can faintly see the deep and bottomless abyss in the six directions:
"What about after the book of the underworld is shattered? If someone with great supernatural powers violates the rules of heaven, how can he seduce his soul?"

"After the collapse of the Heavenly Court, the book of the underworld was shattered along with the book of the sky. There are already many souls who cannot be hooked to the nether world. The ghosts of the world are walking every day, which is also related to this...

As for the great supernatural powers... how can there be great supernatural powers? "

Niutou Apang smiled wryly:
"I heard that when the Emperor of Heaven was enthroned, many people with great supernatural powers were watching and spying in the dark, and there were many people who wanted to gain benefits.

But I don't want the moment when the Emperor of Heaven sits down, three disasters, nine disasters and five declines come one after another, almost taking away all the remaining great supernatural beings in the world..."

While speaking, Abang couldn't help shivering. He saw that scene with his own eyes, and he couldn't forget it for thousands of years. So it was more than a tragic word?
"I heard that on that day, the world was completely red, the heavens wept blood, and the six paths of reincarnation were completely shrouded in shadow after that day, so that even ghosts and gods could not enter or exit?"

There was a ripple in Yang Yu's heart, but fortunately he still remembered that he had to keep his identity, so this question was directly transmitted into the secret.

In fact, in these years, relying on the mouths of all the ghosts and gods in the dead city, he is quite clear about what happened back then.

Compared with the secrets he knows, he can faintly guess some deeper things.

The sitting of the legendary 'Emperor Yin' who guards the heavens, respects the universe, and overwhelms all saints is probably related to the endless emergence of Taoist ghosts in later generations...

"Ah? Um..."

Ah Bang was stunned for a moment, feeling a little puzzled in his heart, but he didn't think too much, just nodded, with a sad face, and said sadly:
"Mr. Kui, I know you look down on me, but our old man is really a hard-working person. We have become ten capitals in a daze because of our mother-in-law stealing talents. I really can't bear this oppression..."

"King Biancheng is easy to talk to. As long as you follow me through this journey, you can go wherever you want."

Yang Qiu naturally knew what the bull was asking for, but in fact, if he hadn't asked for it on his own head, he might have been in the dark a few years ago.

After all, he is very likely to be the last ghost and bull head to die.

"It doesn't matter whether you are looked up to by others, as long as you have a clear heart and look up to yourself, that's enough."

This sentence, Yang Jue meant something, he seemed to be saying it to Niutou, or maybe he was saying it to himself.

"I, I..."

Ah Bang was slightly taken aback, gritted his teeth, with a mournful face:
"Master Kui, you must protect me, there is still an old woman waiting for me at my Yangjian's house..."

"Don't worry."

Yang Ju's expression turned slightly positive, and he complied.

Only then was Ah Bang relieved, gritted his teeth and stepped into the shadows, at the same time he said in a low voice:

"There used to be countless ghost roads in this shadow, connecting with all kinds of nether worlds, and it was the only way for my ghost messenger to escort the soul to the six realms. But now, all the roads have been broken, so I can only go based on my past feelings. ..."

Niutou was very nervous, telling him over and over again:

"Master Kui, you must not wander around, and you must not stretch out your hands when you see anything, otherwise you will touch the six realms of reincarnation, and even a person with great supernatural powers will be wiped out..."

woohoo~
The moment he stepped into the shadow, Yang Jue felt that his sky eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, and he couldn't see too far through it.

One arm away, you can't even see it when you stretch out your five fingers. This is true, darkness and no light.

The bull's head's voice became very subtle and intermittent.

In the darkness, one person and one cow walked silently, and the huge silence and coldness rolled in like a tide. Every time they walked for a while, the bull's head would stop to pant, panicked and restless.

"laugh!"

At a certain moment, Yang Jue suddenly reached out, grabbed the bull's head and took a step back. The latter raised his head in astonishment, but saw a flash of sword light passing across, like the light of dawn, cutting through the darkness of a hundred thousand miles of nothingness for a moment.

"God, this, this is like the ultimate immortal sword..."

Niu Tau was sweating profusely, if it wasn't for being carried by Yang Jue, he would almost fall to his knees:

"Saint disciple, saint disciple..."

The flash of light went from near to far, and at this moment, Yang Qiu saw the horror in this piece of darkness.

An ancient and dilapidated city was soaked in black blood. Inside and outside the city were countless limbs and arms and unknown corpses.

A dragon claw as huge as a mountain was cut off, and a giant ape screamed up to the sky, but was split in half...

There are even more gods in divine armor, as well as the remains of many immortals who are unwilling to be hideous...

That ray of light from the Ultimate Immortal Sword came from one of the immortal corpses.

"Three holy disciples?"

Yang Yu's eyelids couldn't help twitching:
"so much?"

Nine kalpas and hundreds of millions of years, there are countless immortals and Buddhas, and no one knows how many generations of masters are known.

Including the Judicial God of War he knew, the Leisheng Puhua Tianzun, the Patriarch of the Nine Heavens Conquering Demons, and even the position of the Emperor of Heaven, there have been changes.

The only thing that has remained unchanged for hundreds of millions of years is the one called the ancestor of Taoism by countless practitioners, the Three Saints!

In the realm of Jiujiu Xuangong who was born in Yang Jian's arms, the unfathomable "Yuyu Zhenren" who once passed on the judicial war god "Zhan Xianjian" and "Bajiu Xuangong" is the disciple of the saint!

"wrong!"

After being startled, Yang Jue saw something strange. Although the wrecked bodies were lifelike, there was no palpitating aura.

More like, a phantom projected from nowhere?
"Master Kui, come back, come back..."

Niutou was completely paralyzed, and he also saw the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood after the flash of light, and his voice trembled with tears:

"I can't remember, I can't remember the way back..."

"Then do you remember the way back?"

Yang Yue let go of his hand.

"what?"

Niutou looked back with difficulty, but there was no light at all. The darkness swallowed everything, as if the abyss was behind him.

"Quiet, you, you said you wanted to protect me!"

"Once you enter the city of vain death, there is no turning back. Thanks to you, you are still a ghost messenger, why don't you know this truth?"

Yang Jue patted his shoulder:
"A certain family keeps its word. You lead the way, and I will take you out safely and send you back to the world."

There is a specialization in the art industry, and Kuixing's rank is naturally higher than that of Niutou, but he is still more skilled in seducing souls and escorting.

Of course, if there is a horse face here, you can find the way with your eyes closed, but the horse face is already dead...

"Emperor Fengdu bless, God bless, Buddha bless, demon saint bless..."

Ah Bang regretted and wanted to curse, but after the words swirled in his mouth, they became prayers.

He was really afraid, afraid of the six paths of reincarnation that he had walked through countless times, and also afraid of the Kuixing behind him...

Kuixing eats ghosts, but he is not relentless...

"They are all dead, how can they shelter you?"

Yang Ju shook his head heartily.

If he didn't really have enough time to explore the way, he wouldn't have led the cow to walk the six paths of reincarnation together.

"..."

Ah Bang was speechless, and could only walk slowly according to the induction, sweating and trembling every time he took a step, as if he was going to collapse.

Along the way, sometimes the aftermath of supernatural powers ravages, sometimes sword qi soars into the sky, and broken spirit treasures kill and attack...

wow~
I don't know how long he walked, Niutou walked more and more slowly, and seemed to be lost, Yang Qian listened attentively, as if he heard the sound of running water.

"The legendary Wangchuan River?"

He patted the bull's head lightly on the shoulder, and channeled a burst of mana to cheer him up. Yang Jue finally saw a color different from the darkness under his gaze.

Dots of red light swayed in the dark wind. Upon closer inspection, it was a series of evil and coquettish flowers, growing on the bank of a raging river that was darker than the darkness.

"Manzhushahua? This, this is the Wangchuan River!"

As if he saw something familiar, Ah Bang couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, but immediately the cow's face turned pale:
"No, Lord Kui! Wang Chuan River, Wang Chuan River does not lead to the six reincarnations, we, we are afraid, we are going the wrong way!"

Trembling all over, this time the bull's head was really limp on the ground:
"Hell, this is the road to the eighteenth floor of hell..."

"You are a bull head, what kind of eighteen hells are you afraid of?"

Yang Yu was a little speechless.

What kind of prison is the jailer afraid of?
But he didn't force it either, he let Niutou pant heavily, and he said after he calmed down:
"If this leads to the eighteenth floor of hell, then you don't have to go back and take the six paths of reincarnation."

"This, this is actually..."

As soon as Ah Bang thought about it, his fear suddenly faded, and he boldly approached the Wangchuan River.

The banks of the Wangchuan River are full of manjusawa, which are as red as blood, and in this twilight, the eyes of the sky can finally see something.

In the rushing Wangchuan River, corpses and remnants of souls can be seen from time to time, and farther away, a wooden bridge leading to the darkness on the other side can be faintly seen.

"Is that the Naihe Bridge?"

Yang prison described it.

"No, it's not..."

Ah Pang didn't see the bridge, but he shook his head when he heard the description:

"On the Wangchuan River, it is difficult for immortals and gods to cross, so there are many wooden bridges. The real Naihe Bridge is a stone bridge..."

"So, behind that bridge, are the eighteen floors of hell?"

Yang Jue narrowed his eyes slightly.

Faintly, he could feel something strange, as if something was deliberately distorting the darkness around him.

'Is someone leading me here? '

Walking on the decayed and crumbling wooden bridge, Yang Jue thought to himself, he didn't think Niutou led the way the wrong way.

In fact, he can still feel the oppression of the six realms of reincarnation as deep as an abyss.

Without any danger or danger, one person and one ox walked across the wooden bridge to the other side of the Wangchuan River. In the distance, Yang Ju saw the decayed and dilapidated ancient city again.

"Really, it's really prison city... I, did I really go the wrong way?"

Ah Pong muttered to himself, a little dumbfounded:
"It's messed up, it's messed up...it's all messed up, it's all messed up..."

At this moment, even if he is so dull, he also sensed that something was wrong, no matter how Yang Qiu tried to persuade him, he was unwilling to approach that city.

"Master Kui, go back, something is wrong here, very wrong!"

"It's not right, but..."

Yang Jue pressed his heart lightly.

His mind gathered in the cauldron of gluttony, and he heard the voice of 'Yi' again in the flames of burning ingredients.

"Going to the six realms of reincarnation does not mean that you must go to the six realms of reincarnation..."

The moment he got out of the cauldron of gluttony, Yang Jue forgot the memory about Yi again, but he was certain in his heart:
"Perhaps, I don't know if I came to the right place."

"what?"

Without forcing Niutou, Yang Jue left a mana to protect him, while he walked alone in the dark and walked outside the ancient city.

During this time, most of the oppression of the six realms of reincarnation disappeared, not only the eyes of the sky, but also the perception recovered a lot.

The mottled blood on this ancient city can be seen with the naked eye.

"There are tens of thousands of different bloodstains, and there are many people with great supernatural powers..."

After stopping for a while, Yang Jue seemed to feel something, instead of entering the city gate, he stepped lightly on his feet and climbed to the top of the city against invisible and terrifying oppression.

Rumble!
At this moment, Niutou Apang heard a deafening roar on the bank of the Wangchuan River that was not far away.

He looked in horror, but saw a dazzling divine light suddenly appearing in that ancient city. The divine light rose up into the sky like thousands of waterfalls, swaying away heavy mist. Its power and majesty seemed to be able to shake the heavy darkness between nothingness. boundary.

But in just an instant, the sky-like divine light had dimmed, and was filled with a layer of blackness.

"That is?"

Niutou Apang's eyelids twitched wildly.

There is no mottled ancient city in the darkness, but a giant beast crawling in the wilderness.

It is as big as a mountain like a star, blocking the darkness horizontally, like a dam holding back the Wangchuan River.

Dragon body, unicorn, dog ears, dragon body, lion tail, tiger head...

This beast seems to gather the images of all beasts into one body, and at a glance, it seems that all the shapes of beasts that exist in the world can be found.

Majestic and sacred.

"Listen?!"

The rushing divine light shook Yang Ju thousands of miles away, and amidst the billowing mist, he also recognized the gigantic beast crawling in the wild.

But unlike Niutou, under his heavenly eyes, Di Ting, the head of the top ten Nether spirit beasts according to legend, is now a skeleton without any flesh and blood left.

Terrible scars spread all over his body, and many places had already cracked. When he moved, a large piece of skeleton collapsed like a mountain collapsed, making a loud 'rumbling' sound.

"Listen, my lord..."

Ah Bang was full of joy and surprise, and he kowtowed and said 'my lord' repeatedly.

If it weren't for the overwhelming air waves to stop him, he would even have wanted to rush forward.

"woooo~"

In the dark wind, there seemed to be the sound of beasts echoing, like dragons and tigers, like unicorns, and the sacredness was full of evil spirits, stirring up this shadow-covered land.

Huhu~
In the dark wind, Yang Jue stared intently, information about this divine beast surged in his heart.

Di Ting, who has become a bone, still has the strengths of all kinds of beasts, and the images of dragons, unicorns, lions, tigers, etc. are faintly visible.

On its broken half skeleton, there are still all kinds of aura intertwined.

Di Ting is a ghost beast, which has the power to listen to all kinds of things, all kinds of time and space.

"Listen to all things? Yi asked me to come here to find this beast? Then, whoever brought me here..."

As soon as Yang Jue's heart moved, he saw nine auras intertwined and coming through the air like horseshoes, sweeping towards him.

hum~
Yang Yu did not refuse, and was swept by the divine light under Niutou's envious eyes, and came to a strange place.

……

And almost at the same time, the white elephant king suddenly raised his head in the ancient city under the battleship Ru Lin.

"This breath?!"

The breath of listening to the truth flashed by, even though the Taoists were so tyrannical as to be unaware of it, the expression of the White Elephant King changed abruptly.

He felt the tremor in his own blood.

A divine beast far purer than his own bloodline appeared in this Netherworld.

"In this netherworld, are there still such divine beasts alive?"

The shock of the White Elephant King instantly attracted the attention of the Baji Masters. The Taoist Tianli raised his brows, and the star-killing light behind him burned brightly.

"Ok?"

In the hall, Hanyue Sanren sitting in a corner pressed the magic whip in his cuff as if aware of it.

"Why is the White Elephant King like this?"

Qian Wangsun frowned slightly.

The White Elephant King didn't answer, but looked at the Yongding Dragon King who was also frowning not far away. The latter stood up with a solemn expression:
"In the nether world, there are divine beasts born!"

"The birth of a divine beast?"

"A divine beast in the nether world? Five-colored bull? Moving mountains and vermilion? Karma toad? Or..."

……

The expressions of all the eight extreme masters were different, and the kings of the monster clan were the most shocked.

"It is said that in the Netherworld, there is a king of beasts who gathers the strengths of all gods and beasts and combines all the beauties of the world..."

Sensing the gazes of the White Elephant King and Taoist Tianli, Hanyue Sanren's palms were sweating, but he had no choice but to speak:
"It should be the king of beasts that can attract such reactions from the White Elephant King and Yongding Dragon King. Listen carefully!"

"Listen carefully?! After the collapse of heaven, there will be no great supernatural beings in the world. Why is this king of beasts still alive?"

Moon Dragon King frowned.

He is far more aware of the origin and horror of listening to truth than anyone present.

Of all the gods and beasts of the Nine Tribulations, the prison-suppressing gods are the most important, and the second is listening, but the reputation of the king of the ghost beasts is the greatest!
According to legend, it has the ability to listen to the past and the future, and it is present at this time...

"It has never been recorded in the classics, nor has it been mentioned by Tianling!"

Many Baji masters looked at each other in blank dismay, all frowning.

"Isn't this a great thing? According to the legend, Di Ting is in the deepest part of the Netherworld..."

Tianli Taoist narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Since Di Ting is here, then the Six Paths of Reincarnation is very likely to be here!"

"So what if you really listen?"

At this time, Shi Zuntian suddenly spoke, which attracted the attention of many giants. He slowly got up and pointed to the top of his head:
"It's not like there are no masters in Fang Xuangong's territory..."

"Not bad!"

Moon Dragon King glanced at the old monk in surprise, and agreed:

"Then Wen Lingguan is no one to wait for nothing. He dared to come here, so how could he have no support?"

"in this way……"

Taoist Tianli glanced at the crowd, and his eyes fell on Hanyue Sanren, who sighed helplessly:
"Pindao will do his best..."

……

……

hum!
The streamer disperses, and all colors burn.

Yang Yu looked up.

At this moment, the Heavenly Eye, which seems to be shrouded in mist since entering the shadowy land, can finally open wide, and there is no hindrance to the seclusion.

He looked around, only to see that there are nine colors intertwined here, but there is nothing, and it seems that everything exists, connected with the nether world, but independent of the nether world.

"This is where my heart is!"

In the nine-color space, there came a voice like a dragon and a tiger:

"Big Dipper Lord from later generations, you guessed correctly, I was guiding you to come, but you, shouldn't come..."

hum~
Among the intertwined and surging of all colors, it seems that a platform has risen to lift Yang Yu to a high place.

Di Ting's words were astonishing, but Yang Jue didn't care much, he looked at this space intertwined with nine colors:
"Where the heart is, outsiders can't spy on it? If that's the case, why don't you show up and see it?"

"I don't have a body to show up, so I don't show up... As Xing Jun guessed, I have died in the catastrophe."

The voice of truth listening echoes:
"Xing Jun wants to say, I have the ability to listen to all kinds of things, and can distinguish good and bad, good and bad, why did I die?
It is precisely because I know that death is inevitable that I did not struggle, because struggling is useless..."

"Struggling is useless?"

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows.

However, before he could speak, Di Ting had already answered:

"Xingjun! I heard you coming, I heard your half-life struggle, I also heard your unbearable end, I heard that you were reduced to 'immortality', and 'Emperor Huaguang' faced each other for eternity. fate of..."

"Xingjun, give up, useless struggle..."

Between the intertwined nine-color divine light, Yang Ju seems to be able to see the divine beast that is as long as all the beasts:
"Since you can hear the first half of Yang's life, do you think I will give up struggling?"

Distinguishes all things and can listen to the past and future. The legendary king of ghost gods and beasts tells the news of his death and even asks him to give up struggling.

There are ripples in Yang Ju's heart, but his will can't be shaken by a single word, even if he listens carefully.

"The heart of Xingjun is indestructible, the soul of Xingjun is indomitable...I heard it."

Di Ting sighed:

"Mr. Xing felt pity in his heart when he saw me. He felt sorry for me. I couldn't bear to see Mr. Xing..."

Om~!

This strange place vibrated violently, and the nine colors intertwined under Yang Ju's gaze, turning into a blurry phantom, resembling humans and beasts, ghosts and not ghosts, life and death...

"It seems that Yang will end up in a very miserable future in the not-too-distant future..."

On the Taoist platform, Yang Ju raised a double-edged sword that was slowly transforming.

He suddenly thought of Lord Ma.

The mighty man with the ability to travel through time, before the final fight, traveled across a long period of time to unravel him, did he also see or hear something like a true listener?
At this moment, there was no unwillingness or fear in Yang Ju's heart, only strong curiosity.

"Extremely supernatural, traveling through time, chasing time... Prince Ma probably saw it."

Di Ting seemed to sense the curiosity and doubt in Yang Ju's heart, but he just shook his head:
"Xing Jun respects me, and he is called the king of beasts. But since the fall of the demon emperor Taiyuan, non-human spirits have been used as mounts, pets, or delicacies..."

"If I answer you, it will disappear completely just like the memory that you and I disappeared before..."

"Your memory?"

Yang Ju's eyes narrowed.

He could feel the fear of Truth Listening, and he could also feel that it was trying to say something to him.

"I just want Mr. Xing to let go, only if you let go, you won't suffer..."

Truth always answers just right:

"What is more terrifying than death is disappearance. I can hear all things, the past, and the future, but I cannot hear disappearance..."

Di Ting's depression was beyond Yang's expectation. He frowned and said after a long time:
"According to what you said, there is no difference between letting go and not letting go, since that is the case, why are you afraid of fighting?
If you don't fight, you won't win, but if you don't fight, there will be no hope! "

"hope?"

Di Ting was silent for a moment, and the phantoms gathered in all colors raised their heads:
"Mr. Xing, you were born at the crossroads of the two kalpas. From your point of view, the spiritual qi has not yet arisen, and the sky and the sea are not open. But in fact, people like you are already the envy of countless gods and Buddhas... ..."

The calm voice echoed, and there seemed to be various phantoms intertwined in the nine-color space, and gradually became clear.

Among them, Yang Yu saw a handsome young Taoist:

"Xu Shengyang?"

"Take Xu Shengyang, who Xingjun knows, as an example."

Listen to the words and follow the law, follow the narration, and the phantoms are intertwined, and Xu Shengyang's life emerges:
"Xu Shengyang, born in the world of heaven and sea, in the world of human beings, with his innate Taoist body, the follower of gods and demons in the three heavens, has unparalleled comprehension, and is actually a genius born once in 10 years..."

Yang Yu watched calmly.

Xu Shengyang's life can be described as magnificent. He was born in a barren land on the edge of the world. Because of his extreme talent, he was targeted by a hostile family shortly after his birth, and his parents' family was wiped out.

He has been in the world of mortals for many years before he entered the Tao, and when he achieved Jiuyao, the hostile family had already been wiped out by others.

"...Xu Shengyang, who is all alone, worshiped in the immortal sect to practice. His talent is extremely good, and he has reached the threshold of Baji within a few years..."

Di Ting paused for a while, and asked for the first time:

"Does Xingjun know, how many years will he be able to advance to the eight poles?"

Yang Jue frowned slightly:

"If the Taoist ghosts are complete, it will take at most 200 years. If there is good fortune, it may be completed in a hundred years."

In the phantom, Xu Shengyang's life is vivid. From Zhongyang prison, it can be seen that his talent is not inferior to his younger brother, and he has reached the threshold of Baji at the age of [-].

however……

"9000 years! To be precise, it took him 430 years to cross that threshold and be promoted to Baji."

Di Ting's voice is very calm:

"He was born extraordinary, and the heels of gods and demons are better than Xingjun, but after taking countless life-prolonging medicines, he can be promoted to seven yuan at the end of his life...

Why?The catastrophe has come, and many masters of great supernatural powers have fallen into the catastrophe. "

"Rank, limited."

Yang Qiu naturally understood why.

"Another example is Lu Sheng, who is not bad in talent and high in comprehension, and he can achieve 'going to the cave', and he also depends on the robbery..."

Di Ting sighed:

"Mr. Xing thinks that they are only inferior in rank? In fact, they are not! Their heels and understanding are still inferior to their superiors!"

"Ok?"

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows.

"The person who is above the upper cave is the Patriarch Lingying! Above the Lingying, Xuandu Fuyou Emperor is also!"

Di Ting seemed to be shaking his head, and asked again:
"Mr. Xing! Do you think that a person's endowment, heel, good luck, and understanding are far inferior to yours, and you have been ahead for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years. How can the latecomers compete with you?"

"Can't fight!"

Listen to yourself and ask yourself and answer:
"You said that there is no hope if there is no struggle? In fact, there is no hope if there is no struggle!"

"The three-burial monk has four types, has great courage and great enlightenment, but he is still not allowed to enter, because his superior position is the Great Sun Zunwang Buddha!"

"White Bone Bodhisattva, supremely enlightened, turn a human into a demon, first become a Bodhisattva, and then enter the devil's way, so what? Above him is the Buddha of the Great Self-Contained World!"

"Heavenly Monk Yehuo, King Yin Corpse, Heavenly Thunder King, Red-eyed Ape King, Heavenly Lord Duer, Great Sage Pingtian..."

From the mouth of Di Ting, there are dozens of people who are famous in ancient times, but the top ones are all squatting.

Above the red-eyed ape king is Kongkong Daojun...

On top of the karmic fire monk is Nagarjuna King Buddha.

Above the Thunder King of Absolute Heaven, is the Nine Heavens Responding to the Universalization of Thunder...

Above the Evil Lord, is the Patriarch of the Nine Heavens Subduing Demons!

……

The calm voice is a chilling indifference.

"...The Patriarch of the Nine Heavens Subduing Demons has never been able to make half a step in his entire life, why? Above him is the Pan Emperor, the Great Heavenly Emperor, and the Empress Dowager Empress Dowager!

...Even these four..."

In the end, Listening Truth stopped Huatou, and its eyes fell on Yang Ju:

"Beyond humans, there are always people, and beyond the sky, there is the sky! Xingjun, you have only practiced for three hundred years, why are you arguing with him?"

"Why?"

There seemed to be a trace of pity in Di Ting's eyes, and more of an unspeakable sadness:

"Mr. Xing, there may be a glimmer of life if you don't fight, but if you fight, maybe you won't even have the chance to live and die..."

"Yang has benefited a lot from the words of the seniors."

Yang Jue sighed a little, he was worthy of being the king of the gods and beasts in the ancient nether world, and the information in just a few words was beyond ordinary people's comprehension.

Even if it was him, he couldn't help feeling a lot of depression in his heart at this moment, but...

"As you said, Yang has only practiced for three hundred years, and he is powerless to compete with a strongman who is superior to me in talent, understanding, good luck, and chance, and who has practiced for an unknown period of time..."

"Can……"

While the voice was echoing, Yang Jue had already stood up from the platform, his expression didn't change much, but his eyes seemed to be burning with fire:
"So what?"

boom!
The red-gold blood energy soared into the sky, stirring up the strange space formed by the interweaving of various colors.

There seemed to be a dark wind coming, and Yang Yu's breath was rising like fire in his clothes.

In his body, there seemed to be stars shining, one by one connecting into one piece, like a sea of ​​stars blooming with light.

At this moment, all his incarnations that were divided into various places stood up, either calmly, solemnly, or indifferently...

The gazes of countless incarnations meet in one place, like a sea of ​​stars gathering together, urging out an extremely dazzling light!

There are people beyond people, and there is heaven beyond the sky, this is the truth he knew in his previous life!

But so what?
Do not fight if you are defeated?
Wait to die if you have to die?
With him, there is no such reason!
"Predecessors probably not only have 'disappearance' that you can't hear, you can't hear, there are people's hearts..."

He listened calmly and watched, seemingly touched and surprised.

"If you can really hear it, you should understand what is..."

The color of red gold covered the body and burned, and Yang Jue walked with the knife, cutting off all hesitation and anxiety in his heart.

From the previous life to the present, from mountains and seas to Longquan, he has always been short of something, either lack of Taoism, or lack of time, and even lack of food and clothing and almost starve to death.

But he never lacks the courage to swing the knife upwards!
If you can't compete, so what?
Must die, so what?

But it is……

"Rather Stick to your guns!"

　Good night everyone...eight thousand words!

　
(End of this chapter)