The first cause of all realms

Chapter 1156
Huhu~
The golden light sprinkled the vast ocean, and there was only one isolated island hanging between the waves.

The journey of urging the gods straddles the void and the reality, and Yang Ju, in the intertwined light and shadow, stepped into the island of Sanxian, which only appears for a moment when the morning light first appears every day.

hum~
Between the virtual and the real, the aura of calamity pervades.

Calamity is not a miasma, it will not directly hurt people, but in the midst of it, Yang Qiu can't help but feel a little uncomfortable, he just feels that danger will come at any time.

"This island is contaminated with a very deep calamity..."

Yang Ju frowned slightly.

With his current practice, even if his mind would be shaken by the calamity, as an ordinary person, he would be terrified to the point of shattering the moment he stepped into this island.

On Sanxian Island, shrouded in auspicious clouds, overgrown with bushes and forested peaks, the scenery is beautiful and somewhat fairy-like, almost the same as what he had seen in refining the recipes.

However, there is no life among the islands, as far as the eye can see, there is actually a dead silence under the peace.

Under the strong catastrophe, ordinary creatures could not survive at all, and even the rank masters could not bear the influence of the catastrophe that lingered around them all the time.

"Dao is divided into yin and yang, one body has two sides, one is luck, which derives five types of Dao and fruit, various ranks, and practice, and the other is kalpa, which gives rise to the demon of extinction, also known as the demon of robbery..."

Amidst the aura of calamity, Yang Jian was walking on Sanxian Island. His perception was so keen that he could faintly see that there were many bones among the vegetation.

Jiemo is not a demon in the ordinary sense. It has no entity, no spiritual wisdom, exists in nothingness, and only has the instinct to destroy everything.

At the end of the Nine Tribulations, the Jie Demon was born from the Calamity Qi, swept across the heavens and the universe, devoured all kinds of inspirations, and consumed all dharmas and Taos, and finally buried the Nine Tribulations, just like the past.

Sanxian Island is a product of the old catastrophe. Although it has not been wiped out by the waves of catastrophe, it is also contaminated with a very deep catastrophe.

Because of this, it will absorb the inspiration of the world, and will kill all the creatures that come to it.

At the same time, with the devouring of spirit energy and vitality, there may even be a demon-like existence born on this island.

Therefore, the calamity, the island is broken but not destroyed, and it is almost indestructible.

As strong as the Great Zhou Taizu, Emperor Tianyu can only cut his Qi and quell his calamity, but cannot completely end it.

"In the past, the Taizu of the Great Zhou used his supreme supernatural powers to capture all kinds of fairy mountains and blessed lands. With the Chixin Shenzhou and Xuantian Dazhou as the core, he suppressed the fairy mountains, and wanted to completely bury these fairy mountains..."

Walking in the deadly island, Yang Yu was also thinking about the deeds of the Great Zhou Taizu Ping Qianshan in his heart.

In the Da Nei Library, such records are the most detailed, down to when each fairy mountain appeared, how to enter, and even how to restrain it.

Of course, he didn't need to be so troublesome.

With his state means at this time, it is naturally impossible to completely end the disaster of Xianshan, but if it is just to calm the calamity surging on it, it is naturally not a problem.

hum!
Walking to the middle of the island, in front of the pavilion that has been quite incomplete after a long time, Yang Jue slowly raised his hand, the light and shadow of the Ten Thousand Immortals Record flickered in his palm, turning into an invisible mouth, swallowing the calamity that permeated the surrounding area. gas.

The Ten Thousand Immortals Illustrated Record is the supreme treasure refined by Emperor Yinggan of Longquan in order to restrain the realm of the world's profound arts, and it is almost the number one spiritual treasure of Longquan.

Although it does not have the ability to attack and protect the body, it has the power to restrain the profound art and all kinds of strange energy.

At this moment, Yang Jue opened his five fingers to absorb the deep calamity in the island. At the same time, many of the incarnations he scattered around Chixin Shenzhou to search for the fairy mountain also opened their palms simultaneously.

buzz~
Yang Ju slightly closed his eyes, in the sea of ​​his mind, the Illustrated Book of Ten Thousand Immortals shone brightly, and he could faintly see the throbbing and humming of various mysterious realms in it.

As early as many years ago, he had refined the Ten Thousand Immortals Illustrated Record, and wanted to refine it into the third incarnation with the ability of melting soldiers and refining the body, but until now, he still failed to complete it completely.

The reason is that this Fang Xuantian Spirit Treasure contains too much energy and profound skills.

But he knew the reason, but he didn't abandon all the mystic realms in it, because the power of this catalog lies in the mystical realms that cover all realms.

hum!
At this moment, there seems to be a catastrophe surging in the sea of ​​hearts, and streams of substantial black mist come from nothingness,

It seems that countless black dragons have submerged into the catalog of ten thousand immortals.

"This calamity..."

Yang Yu's eyelids twitched slightly.

Those who practice eighty-nine profound arts are all walking in the midst of catastrophe, and he himself has encountered situations entangled in catastrophe many times.

But the calamity of this contact surprised him.

When he was outside, he didn't notice it, but once he entered the Ten Thousand Immortals Catalog, he noticed something strange.

This wisp of calamity is extremely violent and ruthless, like countless beasts wanting to choose people and devour them.

In just a few moments, the bright yellow light that bloomed in the Ten Thousand Immortals Catalog has been stained with a layer of gray and black.

And inside, violent riots broke out in all kinds of profound arts realms, as if they were about to be infected by calamity.

But the horror of calamity is far more than that, far away in Longquan Realm, in the territory of various profound arts that Yang Prison has not recovered, there are many people who look horrified.

"This is robbery?!"

In the territory of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Xuan Gong, Shen Tu turned pale with shock, and could hardly believe his eyes:
"The ten calamities have just started, and the way of heaven has not been reshaped, so why is there the reappearance of the aura of calamity?

Could it be that there is a robbery demon who is about to come into the world? ! "

All the phantoms with their own spiritual wisdom in the territory of various profound arts all paled in shock.

They are different from reincarnation, there is no phantom of spiritual wisdom, and they still have fresh memories of the Nine Tribulations, the catastrophe that destroyed all worlds.

At this moment, smelling this familiar qi mechanism, it is simply frustrating.

This is the supreme disaster that destroyed nine kalpas, and even all kalpas, endless horror!
"Something's wrong..."

In the blink of an eye, Yang Jue keenly sensed something was wrong.

In half a year, the Ten Thousand Immortals Illustrated Book did not absorb calamity once or twice, and such a change had never occurred before.

This change comes from...

"Three Immortals Island?!"

Yang Jue thought for a while, not only did not stop, but temporarily closed the connection between the Ten Thousand Immortals Catalogue, other incarnations, and the Xuangong Realm,

Swallow the catastrophe from Sanxian Island with all your strength!

"Roar!"

For a moment, and what seemed like a long while, Yang Jue finally heard an indescribable and terrifying roar amidst the strong aura of catastrophe.

This is a roar he has never heard before. It is different from any beast, and it makes people feel chills, cold, and even distracting thoughts.

"A little catastrophe, you also want to contaminate my heart?"

In the heart sea, the eighty-nine Xuangong mirror bloomed with divine light, a big sun was hung on its head, the body was surrounded by Xuan Lei, and the existence of riding a god elephant rushed into the heart sea, suppressing the calamity.

however……

"The catastrophe is what attracts and seduces, and it is my own distracting thoughts..."

Yang Jue's heart was shocked, he felt all kinds of desires surging in his heart, and even heard the sound of chains being shaken violently.

That was a sign that his precepts had been shaken.

At this moment, Yang Jue clearly sensed the shake in his own way of keeping precepts, and countless distracting thoughts surged together, causing endless violence in his heart.

"What law do you hold?! What precepts do you hold?!"

"Lawless, lawless! Lawless, lawless!"

"Kill, kill Tianhai, kill all gods and Buddhas, kill all those things that are inferior to pigs and dogs!"

"Ants, crush those pathetic ants to death! The Cauldron of Gluttony can refine all things, as long as all these ants are refined and killed, the Xuanhuang World Tree will be mine!"

……

The endless distracting thoughts erupted instantly, and it seemed that it would not take long to break the chain of precepts, and fell into the calamity of losing oneself, and became an immortal demon like calamity.

But Yang Jue was still shocked but not confused, and while his thoughts were turning, he had already read a word:
"one!"

Mantra one!

hum!
The turbulent calamity seemed to be silent for a moment, and in an instant, half of it had been diverted out.

"I rescued you from trouble, at this time, it's up to you to help me!"

More than half of the remaining calamity was instantly suppressed by Yang Jue into the catalog of ten thousand immortals, and his mind and thoughts then looked towards the distant place communicated by the mantra.

At this moment, through the traction of the dark, the calamity disappeared into nothingness, and at this moment, Yang Jue once again glimpsed where Yang Nizhi was.

It was a sea of ​​blood full of evil and hatred, in which countless monsters were fighting fiercely.

"Yang prison? You were able to find me? Hmph..."

In the sea of ​​blood, a blood-colored lotus could be seen looming. On it, Yang Ni, who was dressed in a blood robe, sat cross-legged, as if communicating with the looming divine front in the endless darkness, and raised his head suddenly.

"What evil thoughts have you come up with again? You shouldn't keep the precepts, what a ghost..."

Yang Ni frowned, and let the invisible energy enter his body. Similar things have happened countless times in the past.

Although he didn't like it, he didn't reject it either.

For the way he is doing, the resentment and ferocity that comes from himself are far more useful than any natural treasures.

"Wait, what is this..."

But not long after, a roar followed, and exploded in Yang Yu's heart:
"I &...*&%!!"

"..."

The distance in time and space is too far away, and Yang Jue didn't hear what Yang Ni was saying, but he didn't care too much.

The mind turned slightly, and it fell on the word of the mantra.

[Mantra: One (from Taiyi fundamental mantra, and Taihezhen, may have incredible power)]

[Demons in the heart: Yang Ni (Eight Lord of Demonic Pole Dao, A Bi Dao), Martial Arts Saint, Blood Sea Demon Spirit, Blood Prison and the Seven Great Hatreds...]

【Current Location: Disturbed time and space, an unknown place...】

[Communicate with Yuantu, want to advance to the Dao of Qiyuan's magic way 'Yuantu Abidao']

[Do you want to forcibly break up the body? 】

[Note: The inner demon is immortal, and if it is scattered, it will belong to itself. If you break it up, you will suffer backlash and the hatred of...]

"Yuantu Abidao... In the Yuantu Dao fruit, I am afraid that there is a complete map of the seven-yuan level, and even..."

Thinking of the Niranxin ape who had nowhere to go, Yang Ju shook his head in his heart, put aside his distracting thoughts, and looked at the catalog of Wanxian.

The Ten Thousand Immortals Catalog that was originally bright yellow has now turned gray and black, and the various catastrophic auras in it, after being violently intertwined and collided, swayed a strange aura that he had never sensed before...

"This is?"

Suppressing the Ten Thousand Immortals Illustrated Book with a strong mind, Yang Jue frowned inwardly. Under the 12th level of Tongyou, what he saw was distorted.

On the contrary, on the inner wall of the cauldron of gluttony, various words surged out according to his thoughts.

【Demon of Tribulation (Xiao)】

【...At the end of the Nine Tribulations, the stars fell, the gods and Buddhas fell... The Lord of Sanxian Island died in response to the calamity...】

[……his body died, his gods were destroyed, his spirit and wisdom were all gone, but his will was immortal, and he attached himself to the high-grade immortal treasure 'Hunyuan Jintai'...was invaded by the robbery demon, and turned into a catastrophe-like demon... 】

……

【Can be refined...】

The words on the cauldron wall are distorted and constantly changing, not only very incomplete, but also completely disappeared after a flash.

"The island master of Sanxian turned into a catastrophe-like demon?"

Yang Jue's heart trembled slightly.

Nine kalpas in ancient times, the strong are like clouds, and the most tyrannical one opened up 36 days, and there are 72 blessed lands under it.

Among the many blessed lands, Sanxian Island can also be ranked upstream, and it is a powerful force that can swim in the sea of ​​chaos and shuttle between worlds.

Among them, the three island masters are all supreme powerhouses, and it is said that they are all enlightened persons...

"The calamity-like demon is close to the Tao...the kind of calamity-like demon that exists..."

Yang Ju was a little startled, but also a little stunned.

Among the thousands of fairy mountains in Longquan, only Sanxian Island has never been suppressed on the land of the state, but it turned out to be because of this reason...

"call!"

On Sanxian Island, Yang Jue slowly opened his eyes. As far as he could see, most of the strong aura of disaster had dissipated, and the entire island seemed to have gone through countless years in an instant. The mountains and rivers and buildings on it were completely weathered.

Under his gaze, it turned into ashes and was scattered in the void by the wind.

However, even the Ten Thousand Immortals Catalog could not absorb all the calamity on this island.

This fairy island seems to have been imprinted in the void of heaven and earth, and the same is true for the calamity. It is almost impossible to completely eradicate it.

"The Robber..."

Watching this scene calmly, Yang Jue seemed to have waves in his heart, but also seemed very calm.

After a long time, he just opened the Ten Thousand Immortals Catalog again, allowing the incarnations to absorb the catastrophic energy from the mountains.

It wasn't until several months later that he turned around and left, returning to the capital of God without restraining his various incarnations.

The thousand mountains above Chixin Shenzhou have calmed down, now, it is time to go...

"It's time to worship the heavens!"

……

……

"Brother Gan and I have a deep friendship. I was supposed to help you, but the world is turbulent, the aura of calamity is deep, and it is not easy to cultivate in a poor way. It is really..."

"Master, Master said that the old man is not here, please go back, Grand Master!"

"Fellow Daoist, please walk slowly..."

"The Lord of Dafeng seems to have had contact with Qianfotian, Wanlong's Nest, and Wanfa Tower, and is currently calming down the various fairy mountains above Xuantian Dazhou. After that, I'm afraid it will be..."

"Brother, take care!"

……

Under the setting sun, Gan Cang walked slowly on the official road, there were a lot of businessmen and motorcades coming and going, but he felt an inexplicable bleakness.

For more than a year, he also invited many practitioners, but the few people he thought he had the deepest friendship with all of them declined politely, and even closed their doors.

"Big Zhou..."

Looking at the dragon of luck that seemed to be gradually dormant above the capital of gods, Gan Cang sighed in his heart, and when he was about to enter the city, he suddenly felt a heat in his heart.

"Um?!"

Qian Cang's heart moved, and he took out the painting scroll given by the Qingpingshan people, just after shaking it, all kinds of lights and shadows mixed with voices spewed out:

"Brother, save me..."

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(End of this chapter)