The first cause of all realms

Chapter 1206 Killed all calamities!

Wow~!

The breeze is gentle, and the sea waves are surging.

Stepping out of time and space is already a change, Yang Jue pinched his fingers and squeezed a ray of energy, and he already knew where he had come.

"At the end of the Taiyuan Era, when the Heavenly Court is about to be established... Sanxian Island? Or..."

Let go of the five fingers, and let the wisp of Qi drift away, Yang Jue's eyes light up slightly:

"Candle Dragon Island!"

Sanxian Island is one of the 72 blessed lands of the Nine Tribulations, and the owner of Sanxian Island is also an enlightened person, so he has a great reputation.

But compared to its predecessor, it is much worse.

At the beginning of the Nine Tribulations, there were fierce battles, monsters contending for supremacy, gods and Buddhas clashing, and in the endless ocean, there were also countless dragon heads fighting.

Sanxian Island, known as Candle Dragon Island in ancient times, is the oldest dragon in the Nine Tribulations, the place where Candle Dragon became enlightened, and the holy land that hundreds of millions of aquatic people yearn for.

"It is said that on the eve of the demon court's destruction, the candle dragon suddenly disappeared, suspected to be in hiding, but now it seems that it is also dead..."

The Guzhulong Island has a unique cave. It looks like a small island on the outside, but it looks like a huge world on the inside.

At a glance, the mountains are like forests, and there seems to be no end.

But now, this sacred land of the dragon clan is dead silent, and under the strong resentment, there are many dragon remains.

woo~
Yang Jue made a quick move, and a huge pitch-black scale like a mountain was called to his eyes.

It's as black as ink, brilliant as a mirror, and it seems to have natural textures all over the inside.

"Candle Dragon Scales..."

Yang Jue tapped lightly, and ripples visible to the naked eye appeared on the scales, but they were not pierced by his fingers:
"The reverse scales are all broken up..."

Slight ripples spread out, and Yang Ju's spirit had merged with the seemingly absent breath, and he felt some remaining traces.

That was the ruined corner of the island of ten thousand dragons. In it, Yang Jian saw thousands of angry dragon corpses lying in the sky, bursting into pieces like rain.

I saw that majestic and terrifying divine dragon pierced by a pair of invisible palms...

That is……

Yang Ju lowered his eyes, and there was a doubtful light in his eyes:

"It's Him again..."

The person who destroyed Long Island with one hand and killed Candle Dragon was that young Emperor Yin...

"What does He want?"

Putting Candle Dragon Nilin away, Yang Jue frowned slightly.

With his current eyesight, he can naturally tell that the emperor who is illuminated by this piece of scales is the same person who shocked and killed Taoist Wanshou.

It was the young Emperor Yin who came from the territory of Xuangong in Jilei Mountain...

"Walking among the calamities, just to slaughter the strong who have already died?"

Yang Ju frowned.

Because of the collision and competition between the emperor and the five supreme beings, the emperor existed in the upside-down years.

But from the moment he stepped into the long river of time and space, the shocking collision dissipated suddenly, and even he couldn't perceive its real location at all for a moment.

Because the aura of the six supreme powerhouses penetrated any time, space and time that he could perceive...

"Is that young man formed by his obsession? Or by a spiritual treasure? He wandered through the ages, slaughtering the strong, and seemed a little deliberate..."

Yang prison said to himself.

He thought about it, but because there was too little information, he couldn't tell the difference, but vaguely, he guessed that it might have something to do with the 'ritual'.

Because it was really hard for him to believe that a giant like Di Yin would leave behind a ray of obsession for no reason...

"What kind of ceremony will involve the Nine Tribulations, or even before the Eighth Tribulations?"

Feeling the resentment and coldness of this dragon island, Yang Jue's mind turned, and after a long time, he began to restrain the energy here.

Although Zhulong is dead, his way has not yet dispersed.

Through this dark air mechanism, he can still touch the way he left behind, which is the good fortune he got in exchange for offering the Tao with the Chaos Bell.

In addition to the Dao, there is nothing in the world, the heavens, the world of Hengsha, and the endless years to reflect the Dao.

hum!
Sitting cross-legged in a corner of Long Island, Yang Jue was distracted, watching the ancestor of all dragons before and after his enlightenment.

Candle Dragon, born at the end of the Eight Tribulations, is not a creature of flesh and blood, but a nine-hole holy spirit born from a stone.

Because of the opportunity of being infected with two kalpas, he was born with a physique close to that of a master of great supernatural powers, which attracted all kinds of Dao fruits to take the initiative to recognize the master.

At the beginning of the Nine Tribulations, it was divided into six divisions, which were responsible for the change of time, closing eyes for night and opening eyes for day.

"Time changes..."

Yang Ju murmured, his mind immersed in the years of Zhulong's enlightenment.

"The change of time is the way for Zhulong to become enlightened, and what he wants to imitate in breaking the six divisions is the way of the five elders, and the way he wants to maintain is the 'dragon'!"

"That's why the other side will spend all their efforts to transform into countless flesh and blood dragons, and then they will participate in the competition in Tianhai..."

"Occupy one and become the orthodox of heaven and earth, the way of the five elders seems to be much simpler than the four emperors and the three Qings?
But it seems to be more difficult..."

……

Silently watching Zhulong's diagram of becoming enlightened, Yang Jue sometimes frowned, sometimes puzzled, and sometimes suddenly understood.

This process is related to the recipe of refining ingredients, but it is even more mysterious.

Although he couldn't learn the magic channel technique from it, and he couldn't harvest spirit treasures and catalogs, but this was like the process of flipping through the Tao map itself, it was a great fortune.

With his current realm and vision, it is enough to deduce Zhulong's true enlightenment map!
This is the bottom line.

Woohoo!

The wind blows over Long Island, causing resentment to surge.

This sitting was much longer than that in the Longevity Mountain. After dozens or hundreds of years, Yang Jue's eyelids trembled just now.

And when he opened his eyes again, the dead Dragon Island had a new vitality, and the land watered by dragon blood was far more fertile than ordinary fairy mountains.

Call ~
The breeze blew through the bushes, under the distant mountains, on the banks of the vast ocean, and above the wreckage of Long Island, small and crude cities had already been erected.

In the near future, new practitioners will come here, and Sanxian Island will be established.

The sacred land of the dragon clan that once dominated the sea area for countless thousands of years and even dared to compete with the gods and Buddhas disappeared.

In later generations, only the ancient name of Sanxian Island 'Candle Dragon Island' is left.

"eternal……"

Standing on the reef, listening to the sound of turbulent waves crashing on the shore, Yang Ju seemed a little lost for a while.

After a long time, he heard an exclamation, and a lonely boat was overturned by Haitao.

"Ok?"

Yang Jue's eyes moved, and faint ripples appeared in his eyes.

With a random move, the capsized boat turned over, and on it were three girls who were still in shock.

The older one was about ten years old, and the younger one seemed to be only three or five years old. At this moment, their faces were pale and their bodies were wet.

"You, where are you from as a practitioner? Why haven't I seen you before?"

Hearing the voice from the boat, Yang Jue's expression changed a little, he seemed surprised, but also seemed suddenly:
"That's interesting..."

The specious scene caused a rippling in Yang Yu's heart. He who wanted to leave, stayed here for several years.

Several years later, he just drifted away and came to the next time and space.

"Lingtai, Fangcun Mountain..."

……

The harvest of offering sacrifices to Taoism is far more profound and inconceivable than what Yang Prison had imagined before.

Longevity Mountain, Sanxian Island, Fangcun Mountain, Pengmen Island, Yushan City, Daluo Mountain, Hanlong Valley...

The fairy mountains and blessed places that only exist in myths and legends, and the ancient histories that have long since disappeared in the long river of time, are all slowly opened in front of him, and he is allowed to leave traces.

The past cannot be changed. This iron law that cannot be shaken in the eyes of countless practitioners seems to be changeable under the Dao.

Those who hold onto one path are the masters of the path, but the gathering of the three thousand paths is only a corner of the path.

One year, ten years...

A hundred years, a thousand years...

Years seem to have lost their meaning, traveling and wandering through time and space, Yang Qiu even lost his perception of time outside.

Only in this rare good fortune, I will devote all my energy to rubbing the next map of enlightenment one after another,
To witness the rise and fall of one strong man after another.

Consolidate the foundation, accumulate knowledge, deduce the way forward, and practice your own way...

……

"Lord of Liangyi, Babu Heavenly Sovereign, God of Battle, Longevity Heavenly King, Lord of Death..."

Between the sea of ​​clouds, Yang Ju overlooks the strange time and space that he is about to leave.

He had never heard of any legends about this time and space, but there was a terrifying existence in it that was comparable to Taoist Longevity.

He is amazingly talented, and he has almost opened up a new path, and he is about to surpass the sixth division.

But just like the strong men seen in the ancient history of time and space, he fell at the hands of the young Di Yin...

"He killed all the strong men born during the Nine Tribulations!"

Yang Yu's heart was slightly cold.

During this long period of time, he traveled through hundreds of times and spaces, and witnessed the fall of hundreds of enlightened masters of different eras...

"What does He intend to do?"

This is not the first time Yang Qiu has this thought, but he still has no answer.

He guessed that this might be a ceremony, but he couldn't imagine what kind of ceremony needed to be carried out in such a terrifying way...

Because, this piece of time and space does not exist in the Nine Tribulations!

Here it is, Eight Tribulations!

"Is he going to kill through all the calamities?!"

Just when this thought came to mind, Yang Qiu couldn't help feeling dignified.

After practicing for so many years, he naturally has a deep understanding of rituals.

Promotion ceremonies are ever-changing, but one thing remains unchanged, that is, 'the more dangerous the ceremony, the more tyrannical and terrifying the promotion will be'.

And what he is going through at this moment is probably the most terrifying ceremony in history!

'Perhaps, the great feedback from Da Dao is also related to this point? '

Feeling the fluctuations in the dark, Yang Ju was thoughtful, but couldn't help thinking:

"Traveling through the calamities, witnessing the rise and fall of countless powerful people, and rubbing the enlightenment map of an enlightened master, if this is a ritual, it is extremely difficult and terrifying..."

With sighs in his heart, but no waves, Yang Qiu only took a deep look at this strange time and space, and stepped into another time and space.

The speed is neither slow nor slow, but it seems to be an understatement than at the beginning, leaving no trace.

woo~
If there are any ripples, they will disappear in a flash.

Yang Ju raised his eyes and looked around. This is a fairy mountain hanging high in the sea of ​​clouds, or in other words, it is a broken star.

"This is Yinghuoxing."

A voice that was neither high nor low followed, and under Yang Ju's gaze, a heavenly ladder made of intertwined starlight hung down in front of him:
"Fellow Daoists have worked so hard from afar, if you don't mind, why don't you come to the humble house for a drink or two to relieve your fatigue?"

"Fellow Daoist, please be polite."

Yang Yu was shocked but remained calm, although this was the first time his whereabouts had been discovered so far.

Walking up the sky steps to the mountain of remnant stars in the sea of ​​clouds, it is desolate and lonely, full of wasteland, desolate and dilapidated.

Only the place where a tall old man sits cross-legged has a little bit of greenery.

"Walking through the years, traveling beyond time and space, the supernatural powers of Taoist friends can be described as amazing, no wonder the rank is 'Tongtian'!"

Seeing Yang Yu's arrival, the old Taoist stood up, bowed and bowed, as if admiring and sighing:

"Fellow Daoist, please!"

This person……

Hearing this, Yang Jue's heart twitched slightly, and in less than a second, he had already detected the identity of the person in front of him from the dissipated energy:

"Master Chief!"

One life, two luck and three incense, the way of life is the noble way among all the ways.

The master of command is also the most daunting among all enlightened masters, and the master of command...

There are three thousand roads to enlightenment, but among the countless enlightenment levels since the kalpas, there are only six who are called extremes.

There is one and only one who dares to be called great, and that is, Da Si Ming!

But it is unimaginable how difficult it is to advance to this rank, and there has never been a single person in charge of the Dao in the 4000 million years of the Nine Tribulations.

Among the eight kalpas, there is only one!
"Friends, Daoist, know!"

The old Taoist smiled slightly, and poured tea and wine for Yang Yu, he was very kind, and there was no lack of praise in his words.

"Da Si Ming is in charge of the fate of a catastrophe, but I don't know if You know Yang's intentions?"

For this rare ancient and modern Grand Commander in front of him, Yang Yu was quite curious and thoughtful:

"Do you know your own fate?"

"Fate is like water, it moves according to the situation, it changes all the time, and there is no time, how can Si Ming see all the changes clearly?"

Holding the wine glass, the old Taoist replied with a smile, seeming to have deep meaning:

"For example, Fellow Daoist, your fate and luck have changed at least a thousand times, from being lost in the crowd to being as majestic as the sea, who would have guessed it?"

"At least, Da Si Ming saw it."

Yang Ju's expression remained unchanged, and after calmly responding, he asked again:

"Fellow Daoist, Yang is really surprised to see you are still alive..."

"Fellow Daoists don't have to be too surprised..."

The old man drank the wine in his glass, and licked the wine stains from the corner of his mouth:
"If Pindao's expectations are not bad, after half a cup of tea, it will be the time when Pindao dies..."

"Oh?"

Yang Ju raised his eyes slightly.

"But it can't be considered a bad thing at all, at least, Pindao thinks, it might be a good thing..."

That old man is quite addicted to alcohol, and he drank a glass of wine as soon as he said a word, and his tone was slow and leisurely:
"It should be noted that all things are like a cycle, life and death, little and labor, beginning and end..."

"If there is a cause, there will be an effect... hiccup!"

Under Yang Ju's watchful eyes, the old Taoist hiccupped for a long time, and a touch of wine red appeared on his deeply wrinkled old face:
"Speaking of which, to be able to participate in such a great event, what can I do if I lose the old Taoist body?!"

Its voice is not low, it seems to be throbbing.

But Yang Ju didn't seem to hear it, he slowly raised his eyes and looked somewhere in the sea of ​​clouds.

I saw faint ripples spreading there, the wind of years blowing slowly, and a familiar voice sounded:

"After a while, you already know, very good, very good!"

　Good night everyone!I did what I promised!

　
(End of this chapter)