The first cause of all realms

Chapter 210 Stepping through the iron shoes, there is nowhere to be found!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
In the black mist, there was a dull sound.

It was as if someone was kowtowing heavily, and it was as if someone was close to the chest and heard the beating sound of the heart.

"These people..."

Yang Yu was in doubt.

This group of people must have a deep understanding of what this ghost villa is. If not, facing such a strange place, normal people should wait and see like him.

Thinking in his heart, he gripped the bow and knife tightly, staring intently, his inner breath wandering through the seven orifices of the Niwan, pulling up the perception of the five senses, not letting go of the slightest clue.

Looking at it this way, I really found something different.

There were as many as a hundred people sitting on the ground around the wooden platform built by the shade tree, but except for the dozen or so people who entered after the door opened.

The rest of them were cold and lifeless. At first glance, they looked like living people, but upon closer inspection, they found that their aura and color were quite different from others.

"Fang Qidao, just died like this?"

Yang Ju murmured in his heart, but he didn't believe it.

Judging from Fang Qidao's strong desire to survive along the way, he shouldn't be a person who seeks his own death.

can~
woohoo hoo...

At this time, a cool wind blew from nowhere.

The ribs and tendons are completed, and the blood is changed one after another. Although Yang Jue is not immune to cold and heat, even if he walks in the heavy snow in the middle of winter, it is only a little cool.

But at this time, in the deep valley where Xia Qiu was handing over, he actually felt a chill rushing from the tailbone to the Tianling Gai, and goose bumps all over his body!
Subconsciously, I want to stay away from here.

However, with such a slight backward leaning, Yang Yu's expression changed again. This leaning, he actually leaned on the real body!

"what?!"

Yang Qiu turned his head, his pupils shrank involuntarily.

Behind him was the closed wooden door, and he unexpectedly followed this door without knowing it.

That gust of cool wind, which was a surging black mist, almost covered the door, and even spread towards him.

"I never entered the door!"

"My five senses have been blinded by others. The door I see is not the real door...is it the gust of wind?"

"This ghostly place, evil door!"

He looked towards the courtyard, but at this moment, the black fog was much thicker, and with his eyesight, he couldn't see anything.

Although he can still review the distribution that appeared in the yard with the previous glimpse, but with the previous lessons, he can't judge whether what he sees is true or not.

Can't even tell where I am.

Assuming that the wooden door seen before is fake, who knows that this house is not fake?
Under the surrounding black mist, is it the bluestone courtyard, or the abyss?

"Ghost hitting the wall? Or..."

Yang Qiu didn't dare to act rashly, he glanced at the deep black from the corner of his eye, suppressed the throbbing in his heart forcibly, pressed the knife and held the bow, and sat down cross-legged.

Maintaining the status quo.

However, when he sat down, he felt startled again.

Those people in the courtyard were sitting cross-legged, did they all have the same experience as him?

Are you in front of the door?

Or are they all sitting under the high platform like those before?

Surprised, but not confused.

Yang prison's heart is clear.

Whether it is Su Jing, Wang Fu, or the old monk Hui'an, it is obvious that they all know this place very well.

They waited for a year for the door to open, so it means that there must be no such huge danger to enter through the door, otherwise, what treasure can compare with their own life?

call!
Suck!
With his thoughts turning, Yang Ju calmed down, but his spirit was highly tense, he was always sensing his surroundings, waiting for changes.

This wait is a long time.

In the deep darkness, the silence was eerily terrifying. Even Yang Ju, with his superhuman five senses, didn't hear any noise until...

"Yang, benefactor Yang?"

An erratic voice came from the side.

Yang Jue's eyes narrowed, and he saw a subtle light, not a torch, not an oil lamp, but an unknown Buddha statue about the size of a human head mixed with gold and red.

Buddha statues are glowing.

Under the dim light, there was Su Ming's slightly complicated face: "Why are you still in?"

"Su Ming?"

Yang Jue frowned, following the dim light, he looked to the left and right, it was still pitch black, and he didn't know if anyone was there.

"What is suppressed in this house is an old locust tree in the mountains. According to Buddhist scriptures, this kind of spirit is the hardest to kill, and it is extremely terrifying in the mountains..."

Su Ming carefully looked around and said worriedly:

"You don't have Buddha Dharma by your side. I'm afraid it may be dangerous to come in. You'd better take this Buddha statue and go out first."

"Old Huai? A ghost?"

Yang Ju still sat quietly and did not pick up the Buddha statue, but instead asked:
"Is your father okay?"

"Ok?"

'Su Ming' was startled, and then sighed complicatedly: "If you become a monk, you will have no home. I..."

"roll!"

Before he could finish his words, Yang Jue's body turned red, and a glimmer of white sword light lifted, like a dragon opening its mouth and swallowing that 'Su Ming' into it.

call!
However, this slash didn't take any force, it didn't seem like a slash to a human body, it was more like a slash in the air.

"Is it you who is pretending to be a ghost?"

A single blow was useless, and Yang Jue didn't pursue him, but just looked away coldly.

The Buddha statue has turned into a lantern, and the one holding the lantern is not Su Ming, but a middle-aged 'man' with a face like a ghost.

"Roar!"

Shaped like a ghost, he roared in a low voice, and his fierce breath rolled like a tide.

"Um?!"

Clothes and hair were thrown back, but Yang Jue's eyes lit up, feeling the familiar restlessness of the Gluttony Dingding.

I don't know if it's a human or a ghost, and it has the aura of 'Dao Fruit'.

It's just that the black mist covers it so well that he wouldn't even be able to perceive it unless it actively released its breath.

He couldn't perceive it, and the cauldron of gluttony, which relied on his five senses to capture the external breath, couldn't detect it either.

"Go away, or die!"

As if he had noticed something, the man who looked three parts human and seven parts ghost let out another low growl, and the fierce aura surged even more intensely.

"roll?"

Hearing this, Yang Jue didn't get angry. Instead, after sensing the subtle changes in the cauldron of gluttony, his eyes became brighter:
"It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it!"

According to Xu Wenji's Dao and Fruit Miscellaneous Talk, different Dao fruits belonging to the same level will have an indescribable attraction to each other.

Yang Yu once thought that it was the cauldron of gluttony that cut off this attraction.

Now it seems that it is not.

At least, not quite.

boom!
Yang Jue stepped down a little, and his vigorous energy and blood erupted, and the person emitted intense light and heat like an oven, and he pulled out his knife brazenly, and killed the ferocious ghost.

laugh!
Slashing down with a knife, he missed again, but the ghost let out a scream.

"Roar!"

Burning, black smoke rising, pain screaming endlessly.

"Is it really a ghost?"

In a single slash, Yang Jue raised his brows, his blood was surging, and he was merciless under the knife, waving the light of the knife all over the sky, and chased after him.

It was still pitch black all around.

But with the lantern's peripheral light, Yang Qian could barely see the road clearly, while chasing him, he was also cautious.

Soon, the surrounding black mist seemed to be much thinner.

call!
Yang Jue stopped in his tracks, and could vaguely see his surroundings.

courtyard.

It was still the same courtyard, the high platform built of black wood was faintly visible, but there were no people sitting on the ground around.

Instead, there are a large group of ferocious ghosts that don't look like humans.

Following his arrival, all the ghosts roared, as if they were threatening or fearful.

"call!"

Holding the knife in one hand, Yang Jue glanced across the crowd of ghosts, paused on Fang Qidao, who looked like a ghost, and looked towards the black wooden high platform.

Looking here, it is much clearer than before.

On the wooden platform that was built, there was not nothing. Under the black mist that overflowed like water, a child who was one or three feet high and whose skin was as black as ink could be faintly seen.

"Hee hee hee~"

As if feeling Yang Ju's gaze, the Heiwa stared at Yang Ju with the only red eyes different from her complexion, grinning, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

And on his wrist, there was clearly tied a seal with a faint light and an unknown pattern on it.

That is……

Gently pressing his chest, without sensing, Yang Jue could guess what was stirring in the cauldron of gluttony.

"Suppressing Evil Seal!"

……

……

Bean big lights are flickering.

Daoist Beifeng and others sat on the ground, their faces darkened under the shadow.

"According to the information in the sect, this Nether Villa first appeared 90 years ago, and it will appear for three years every 30 years..."

With a serious expression, Xu Silong talked about the origin of Nether Villa:
"According to the discovery in the last two teachings, everyone who died in this villa will exist in a state of immortality, as if controlled by something behind..."

"Either dead or alive?"

Taoist Beifeng frowned: "Death is death, and life is life. What do you mean neither dead nor alive?"

"Literally. The information in the church says so, let's just listen to it."

Xu Silong's face was cold, and he said lightly:
"According to the religion, there are no demons and jalan in this ghost villa, even if there were a long time ago, they would have died long ago.

It should be a Dao fruit that secretly manipulates all of this..."

"Could it be that the Dao Fruit is alive?"

Monk Fuyun was a little surprised.

"Which one is right about the things that were created by the nature of the world?"

Xu Silong shook his head.

"okay!"

Daoist Xiong was full of irritability, and the darkness around him made him very unhappy: "Stop talking so much nonsense, just say it, how can you get that Dao fruit!"

The others also nodded.

This ghost villa is very strange, their torches are completely useless, if it weren't for the lantern, they could hardly even see their own hands.

This kind of place is too depressing.

"Can't get it."

Xu Silong was very calm.

"what?"

"Can't get it? If you can't get it, why did you ask us to come?"

"Are you kidding us?!"

Hearing these words, the faces of all the people changed, they were as manic as a male Taoist, and they almost couldn't help showing a fierce look.

"What is your Dao Fruit? Back then, the Qin Emperor could not get it with all the power in the world. Do you think it is easy to get it now?"

Xu Silong also felt irritable in his heart, and his voice was cold:

"It's up to you and me, what can we get?"

"you!"

Seeing that the atmosphere in the crowd was not right, Wang Fu, who had been fiddling with things with his head down, raised his head and spoke:

"Everyone, please calm down, otherwise, in a short time, we will kill each other..."

His voice was low, yet full of vigor.

When everyone heard this, their hearts were shocked, and only then did they realize that the emotions of themselves and others had been affected.

"The path of Daoguo's recognition of the Lord will not work."

Wang Fu sighed.

Dao fruit is definitely not easy to get.

In fact, after entering this villa for so long, nothing strange happened, and he knew that it was impossible for them to obtain Dao fruit by themselves.

"But there are many ways to get Dao fruit, not the only way to recognize the Lord."

Xu Silong also calmed down.

"It's a pity that the road of blood sacrifice can't go through. 30 years ago, the sect had done nine blood sacrifices in this deep valley with 'children', 'girls', 'youths' and 'old women', but they didn't get the fruit. come out……"

Wang Fu fiddled with his own bottles and cans, and said casually:

"However, the old bald donkey from Lanke Temple did not come here empty-handed. With the method of Lanke Temple, he dared to come all the way, and he must be sure..."

"what do you mean?"

The rest of the people were all moved, and they had already guessed what Wang Fu was thinking.

It was clear that he wanted to wait for the old monk to do something to win the Dao Fruit, and then plot against him.

"However, although the old monk seems to be very old, but he dared to come thousands of miles, I'm afraid he is not just waiting for someone, just relying on us..."

Monk Fuyun frowned.

Others don't know, but he himself knows exactly where Lanke Temple is.

The monks there are not fuel-efficient lamps.

The old monk looked unattractive, but he was not surprised at all when he really exploded with thunderous tricks. The monks of Lanke Temple are absolutely underestimated.

"The old man is naturally not without means."

Wang Fu carefully closed the bottles and cans in front of him, and said a little complacently:
"This old man's 'Hundred Essence Qi' is extracted and mixed from hundreds of insects, herbs, and various kinds of earth and rocks. It is the most poisonous, but just one drop can easily poison thousands of people to death!

As long as the old monk is not a martial sage, if he is poisoned by this poison, he will never escape! "

"So poisonous?!"

Hearing this, Monk Fuyun and the others were startled, subconsciously wanting to stay away.

"You guys, don't be afraid. Although you have been poisoned by this poison, as long as I don't release another 'Bailing Powder', there will be no hindrance."

Wang Fu smiled warmly.

"you!"

The crowd were both shocked and angry, this fat man poisoned them quietly!
"Brother Wang is really a good method."

Xu Silong's face was a bit ugly.

He was careful when he asked himself, but he didn't think that he would be right.

"If that's not the case, how can I hide it from everyone? Let alone Su Jing, the old monk and the later lackeys of the court are not simple roles."

As Wang Fu spoke, his expression suddenly changed.

The rest of the people were also startled, and they heard extremely shrill howls coming from all directions.

"careful!"

All of them drew their weapons, turned their backs to each other, and faced the darkness, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Is it Lianshengjiao again?"

In the darkness, someone spoke coldly.

"Who?!"

Only then did a few people realize that the surrounding black mist was also slowly dissipating, and the faint moonlight fell, illuminating the surroundings.

The crowd looked.

Only then did I see the outline of the courtyard here, and the high platform built of black wood.

"The rat in the gutter..."

Several people jumped in their hearts. On the high platform, the young man with a tired but disgusted expression indifferently let go of the longbow that was fully drawn in his hand.

"Why can't it be killed?!"

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(End of this chapter)