The first cause of all realms

Chapter 329 My World!

What is the principle of fairyland?
remains?

Cave Small World?
In the carriage, Yang Jue sat quietly, looking at the cornbread placed in front of him, with thoughts flying in his heart.

It's been half a year since he came to the illusion, but he still didn't notice anything unusual. It's really unbelievable that he eats, drinks, breathes and exercises every day just like the outside world.

Or, just like "Watching Chess and Lanke", "One day in the world, a hundred years in the cave"?
"Um?!"

While thinking about it in his heart, Yang Ju suddenly felt something, and the curtain of the car was blown away by the wind.

soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
The two steeds pulling the cart neighed loudly, their legs went limp, and they almost knelt in front of the city gate, the faces of Master Yun and his disciples who were driving the horse turned pale in shock.

Just at the right time, the sound of the dragon chant sounded.

Yang Jue stepped out of the chariot, only to hear the sound of dragons roaring, the waves of the blocked river in the far distance were rolling, the waves were surging, and a fierce and powerful aura was rising.

In a trance, I only felt that there was a blue dragon going out to sea, leading the torrential river to connect with the sky, and the power displayed in an instant was enough to shake the whole city.

"Master Huiding is here, the old dragon is very honored!"

The dragon chant was so loud that the whole city was silent.

Devoted men and women wept with joy, and ordinary people fled in horror. For a while, the people on the street turned their backs, and more people followed the prestige to look at the city gate.

Someone saw an old monk in a gray robe walking down slowly, his beard and eyebrows were all white, and his face was full of frost.

In the eyes of a few people, the person who came was wearing a red flying fish suit, with a long straight-bladed knife on his waist, and his breath was flamboyant, like a sharp blade out of its sheath, sharply cutting through the air waves.

"It's him?!"

On the third floor of the Linjiang Building, the big boss suddenly got up and brought down the tables and chairs, his face was full of astonishment, almost thinking that he was delusional.

Xie Qi, who hadn't retired yet, and the group of people who were hiding in the dark were also terrified.

How could he be personally welcomed by the Dragon King? !
'This old dragon...'

Sniffing the thick water vapor in the air, Yang Jue raised his eyelids lightly.

There are still more than ten miles to block the river. With such a long distance, the old dragon can sense his arrival, and its strength is probably unfathomable.

At the end of the long street, eight burly and tall men came striding forward with a huge chariot on their shoulders.

Not long after, they had arrived in front of the city gate, bowed together and said:
"Invited by the Dragon King, master sit down!"

"That's fine too..."

After being surprised, the big boss clenched his palms, still feeling a little unbelievable.

Not only him, but all the people in the dark, whether it was the Jin Yiwei or the masters of the Liansheng Sect, were also shocked beyond words.

Some of them have been here for more than a year, tried all kinds of methods, but still failed to get an invitation card, and when he came, the Dragon King actually made a voice and greeted him in person?
"Master, please sit down!"

The eight big men all bowed, their voices were sonorous, and their words were respectful, but their tone was undisguised indifference and contempt.

"it is good!"

Yang Yu's face was as heavy as water, but he was not afraid. Before the words of the few people fell, they had already stepped onto the chariot.

Click!

The moment they were seated, the bodies of the eight people were all shaken, and they felt that a mountain was pressing down horizontally, and the stone slab in front of the city gate was cracked by stepping on it.

"Um?!"

The eight people breathed heavily, their breath was like sulfur, and they exerted force with their feet, trying to lift the chariot.

Hey!
Yang Jue lightly buckled the chariot, and an invisible force pushed down from the cover.

Half a year is actually a long time for Yang Ju, even if he has doubts about this fairyland, he has not relaxed in the past six months.

Both Vajra Immortal Body and Buddha's Elephant-Throwing Secret Art have reached a certain level, which is naturally not as good as the original master's wisdom, but they have the foundation of nine bulls and two tigers, and they are not too inferior when they ask themselves.

With this push, even eight elephants can be crushed to the ground.

boom!
Sixteen beeps.

The moment Yang Jue lightly buckled the chariot, the eight of them felt their muscles and bones colliding and fighting. Without making a sound, they all knelt down on the ground, kicking up a large cloud of smoke and dust.

"what!"

The eight people were furious, the veins on their foreheads were furious, and their faces were flushed to the limit, but if they were allowed to growl and struggle, they were all like earthworms being crushed by the mountains, and it was useless.

Until, a breeze with water vapor blew.

wow~
There seemed to be the sound of the sea tide in the air, Yang Jue's eyes narrowed, and he heard the dragon chant again, with a cold reprimand:
"Hurry up and welcome Master into the city!"

With a dragon's chant, the eight people in Yang Ju's eyes were like eight flaming fireballs, burning their inner breath and blood energy, and lifted the chariot with great force.

"Divine Ability..."

Yang Jue murmured to himself, but he didn't make another move. He let the eight people carry him into the city wall under the eyes of awed and envious crowd.

Daoist Yun, who was one step behind, was so red-eyed that he pulled his apprentice and followed behind.

Everywhere in the city walls, there were people looking at the long street, either in surprise, indifferent, or out of breath.

"Why?"

The big boss felt tight in his chest, and his thighs slapped. Thinking of what he said when we met last time, he felt his face was swollen.

Why is this? !

He jumped angrily, and Xie Qi was also speechless for a long time.

"That old dragon..."

After a long while, the big boss finally calmed down and gave him a good word for himself.

"...Don't forget to do the divination at this time..."

Xie Qi was completely speechless.

"This hexagram is not bad!"

Looking at the hexagram, the big boss's eyes lit up, and he suddenly felt that the depression in his heart had dissipated a lot.

Xie Qi listened, but her heart trembled:
"Really, is it really good?"

"What did you say!"

The big boss heard his doubts and was immediately displeased, but before he could reprimand him, he heard footsteps, and a strange man hurried upstairs, without saying much, he put down the invitation directly.

"Ha ha!"

The big boss clapped his hands and smiled, his gloom was swept away, he put away the copper plate, picked up the invitation card and swept it lightly: "Isn't this fulfilled?"

……

"It seems that there are quite a few people who have entered this fairyland..."

On the chariot, Yang Ju closed his eyes and sat quietly. With his powerful perception, he could naturally notice the unusual gaze.

but……

The eight people traveled extremely fast, and they passed through the city wall in a short time, and jumped into the choppy river under the watchful eyes of everyone.

"Wait for me!"

Taoist Yun jumped in with an exclamation. However, the divine chariot that was in front of him a moment ago disappeared the moment it fell into the river.

puff!
Standing up from the water, looking at the wet disciple, Taoist Yun was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood. Was he just left behind on the saddle along the way?
call!
The moment he fell into the water, Yang Jue had switched to internal breathing, but it didn't seem necessary.

Above the chariot, a thin layer of water separated the river water, like the legendary water droplet, allowing people to breathe underwater.

"interesting……"

Yang Jue was amazed, but he didn't make a fuss. Instead, he looked into the distance, and the bottom of the river, which was undercurrent and turbulent, was not dark.

A gleam of blue light illuminated the river, and with his eyesight, he could even see the countless fish fry drifting with the current, and farther away, surrounded by the blue light, it was like a fairyland of the Crystal Palace.

A palace at the bottom of the river.

call!
As Yang Jue got off the chariot, the eight people who carried him all staggered, as if they had lost all their strength, and fell to the ground.

All are chest heaving, exhausted to the extreme.

Sensing Yang Jue's gaze, the eight lost their arrogance and hurried forward to lead the way.

This palace, just looking at the decoration, seems to be no different from a mortal's manor. There are many rockeries, blue bricks paved throughout, water plants and corals, and it has a special taste.

It's a pity that I didn't see the legendary shrimp soldiers and crab generals, and some of them were servants and maids like the eight big men carrying the sedan chairs.

Not long after, the main hall was already in sight.

The eight people stopped, and retreated respectfully to both sides, and Yang Qian also stopped. This hall was much taller than any house he had ever seen.

A gate, several times taller than the gate of Qingzhou.

"Master please."

In the main hall, there was a voice, and as the light came on, a tall middle-aged figure in a yellow robe appeared. He stood in front of the main hall and greeted him with a smile.

Yang Qiu stopped and looked at it for a while, and then he stepped down and walked into it.

The main hall here looks very large from the outside, but it is even bigger inside, with pearls and precious stones all over the dome, which is more than ten feet high, shining brightly.

The interior decoration is even more magnificent, with all kinds of treasures, even the neatly placed tables and cases are all jade and silver wares.

"It is a great honor for Master to come to my birthday banquet."

The tall middle-aged man in yellow robe smiled and invited Yang Qian to take a seat.

On the huge dining table that can seat dozens of people, there are all kinds of delicacies and fine wines, even if Yang Qiu looks at it, he feels extraordinary.

Guessing the mind and purpose of the old dragon in his heart, Yang Jue was not afraid, and sat down straight away, let alone pouring a glass of wine for himself.

Fangcai said: "Dragon King's birthday banquet, why is it just me?"

"How come there is only one person?"

The old dragon blocking the river smiled and said meaningfully: "The others will arrive later."

Not long after the voice fell, footsteps came from outside.

Yang Qian looked over and saw Taoist Yun's master and apprentice walking over tremblingly. Behind the two of them, there were actually acquaintances, but it was Xie Qi and the big boss.

Behind the few people, there are still people coming one after another, Jin Yiwei with flying fish robes, and martial arts masters with cold and suspicious faces.

'Is this inviting all outsiders? '

Yang Jue's heart skipped a beat, and the rest of the people also clearly sensed that something was wrong. Looking at each other, they all saw each other's fear and doubt.

"Everyone, take your seats."

Seeing that all the people had arrived, Old Dragon Banjiang opened his voice to let everyone sit down. At the same time, he clapped his hands lightly, and two more women walked out of the back hall.

One is dressed in white, with a face as cold as ice, holding two swords, and the other is covered in red, with a long knife drawn behind. The only thing in common is that both of them have white faces.

It seems that the wound has not healed.

"Commander!"

"Saint!"

Seeing these two people, all the people present changed their expressions. If they didn't know that the place was wrong, they would have screamed out!

"This old loach..."

Yang Ju's heart sank, and he looked at the big boss, the latter's expression also changed, it seemed that what happened in front of him also exceeded his expectations.

"Welcome everyone..."

The old dragon blocking the river stood tall, with his arms wide open, his beard and hair stretched out, and the dragon chant loudly:
"Come, my world!"

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