The first cause of all realms

Chapter 424 Three Years of Martial Luck Henry Zhang
Whoosh!

On the top of the mountains, Zhang Xuanba stands by the wind, and the people, the mountains, the wind, the clouds, and even the world are naturally integrated into one.

"Heaven and man are sympathetic, standing upright without a shadow..."

In the small courtyard, the eyes of the old woman glowed, and she couldn't help applauding:
"It's really impressive to be able to comprehend qualities that are close to supernatural powers from the smallest martial arts."

"This is what you call the way of 'immortal'? I am very curious, how do you do it?"

Her voice is neither high nor low, but it is enough for people to hear, the wind will not disperse, and the distance is not a problem.

"As the ancestors said, Dao fruit comes from heaven and earth, and supernatural powers are the manifestation of Dao. Then, warriors of our generation follow the example of heaven and earth, and we can also realize supernatural powers."

Henry Zhang responded lightly:

"I will name it as a god."

"Shenzang? Unexpectedly, at the end of the last calamity when the immortals and demons withered, such a remarkable junior as you could really be born."

The surprise in the eyes of the old woman became more intense:
"Perhaps, you can really break through the barriers of Martial Saints. Create an era that belongs to you Henry Zhang..."

In her eyes, the mountains seemed to have no secrets, even if they were tens of miles away, and there were even mountains and forests in front of them, she could still see them clearly.

Under the scorching sun, Henry Zhang stood holding a phoenix wing gilded with gold. Under the scorching sun, there was only a gloomy shadow.

Just one line away...

"You shouldn't have come here without success. If you die, I'm afraid this road will be broken..."

"you are wrong."

Henry Zhang shook his head.

"Where is it wrong?" the old woman was curious.

"Wu Dao has today, it is the result of countless warriors in the past and present, it is the conclusion of Lu Chen's martial arts, Bodhidharma's combing, and sloppy Taoists!

It is developed by generations of masters, great masters, and martial saints. "

Henry Zhang said lightly:

"There has never been an era of Henry Zhang, only Henry Zhang in the era. Martial arts has come to this point, after all, someone will take that step.

Without me, there are others.

This road cannot be broken! "

His voice was calm, but the old woman smelled the terrifyingly strong martial arts will.

The unremarkable old man in front of her seemed to have inherited martial arts for thousands of years, and his power was so strong that she couldn't help but turn her eyes.

"Excellent will, unfortunately, you have gone the wrong way. Martial arts are tasteless after all, how about great success, and how about clearing the way?"

The old woman shook her head regretfully:

"A road destined to be cut off is meaningless at all."

She had to admit that when she saw it today, something about Henry Zhang made her look sideways, but that was all.

So what about martial arts mastery?

Shoulder to shoulder supernatural powers?
But supernatural powers are only the beginning of the road to immortality and Buddha, the road to eternal life...

If you want to eat steamed stuffed buns, just buy one, why bother to open up wasteland, weed, plant, fertilize, water, harvest...

With Zhang Xuanba's mind and comprehension, if he doesn't take martial arts, he may be able to catch up with himself if he has achieved so much.

pity……

"You do not understand."

Henry Zhang sneered.

"don't know?"

The old woman sneered, with subtlety in her words:

"Your two god-seeds, one is in Linlong Dao, Dingzhou, and the other is in Longyuan Dao, Qingzhou. Is that right?"

call!
Silently, a violent wind blew out from Zhang Xuanba's body, turning the clouds and mist, shaking the mountains and forests, and shaking his clothes.

Boom!

There seemed to be thunder resounding through the mountains.

Henry Zhang didn't make any movements, but his body seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes.

In less than a moment, his body surface was covered by golden armor, which was the tenth-level Invincible Tiangang, the real magic weapon transformed.

It is like the great roc flying with wings in mythology, like the peacock that swallows Buddha when time comes.

"Henry Zhang..."

In the small courtyard, the clouds were surging, and the old woman murmured.

In a daze for a moment, she seemed to see in him thousands of years of geniuses who had overcome obstacles in martial arts.

It is as dense as a forest and as deep as an ocean.

Lu Chen, Ba Zun, Bodhidharma, Sloppy Taoist...

Familiar ones, unfamiliar ones, all kinds of things, just like those outstanding talents who have left their own rich and colorful strokes in the years.

They are all resurrected in the body of the person in front of them.

boom!
An indescribably strong will soared into the sky.

People are like the rising sun, blooming a dazzling golden glow that can be seen from ten miles or a hundred miles away.

In an instant, he no longer had any old age, his white hair turned black, the wind and frost disappeared, and the old age was no longer there. What replaced him was his unrivaled will to push the world across the world and cross Jiazi.

Domineering and fierce, contemptuous and arrogant.

"Old witch!"

In the scorching golden light, Zhang Xuanba's clothes were fluttering, his breath was like a god, and he stretched his five fingers, as if he wanted to hold the mountains, rivers, mountains, sky and earth in his palms.

"Give me the man!!!"

……

……

uh~
Eagles cry in the sky.

The nature of the eagle is free, and the goshawk, which has been trapped in one place for a long time, once flies into the sky, it is like a wild horse that has run wild, racing wildly in the sea of ​​clouds.

Yang Qiu sat quietly on the eagle's back, sensing the changes in himself.

The supernatural power enters the soul and manifests in the body. Once it is broken through, it can be used freely without the possibility of losing control.

It's just that the sudden increase in strength inevitably oppresses the slowest progressing horizontal physique.

Physical suffering is the kind of kung fu that has no shortcuts. Even if Yang Jue puts a lot of effort into it, he still can't catch up with other martial arts advances.

After all, the time for practicing martial arts is still too short.

It can't compare to those masters of horizontal training who have been famous for decades.

However, the true soul greatly made up for this shortcoming. His true soul has the strengths of the three supernatural powers, and the essence of the indestructible body of the vajra has been completely inherited.

Although the grade is not too high, it can barely support it.

"The ritual of suppressing evil seal..."

Yang prison said to himself.

For the ceremony that started so suddenly, he was still a little elusive.

Even if Zhang Lingfeng was stimulated by himself to launch a rebellion in advance, it has nothing to do with him at all.

Because he will always rebel after all.

Could it be that without his own existence, he would keep his own place?
"The specific reason may only be answered by seeing Zhang Lingfeng."

Yang prison pressed his thoughts.

At this moment, the goshawk honked again.

The stamina of birds is not as good as that of dragons and horses. They need to rest for at least half a day if they fly across in a day, otherwise they may lose their strength and fall to the sky.

Although Yang Ju was impatient, he couldn't change it, so he had to let the goshawk fall into the clouds.

Boo!
The goshawk descended to the sky like a sigh of relief, gliding and flying for more than ten miles, and landed towards a mountain forest.

"Um?!"

At this time, Yang Ju seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly stopped the goshawk. Amid the latter's aggrieved cry, it turned around and flew more than ten miles away.

It just fell into the sky.

In the evening, the clouds in the sky are like fire, and the autumn wind is blowing on the earth, and there are endless wheat waves. Between Baizhou and Daocheng, there is the largest plain in Longyuan Road.

The Longyuan River passes through here, nourishing the fertile fields on both banks.

Looking down from the sea of ​​clouds, passing through the endless waves of wheat and the busy farmers in autumn, Yang Ju's eyes narrowed slightly, and landed on a temple.

call!
As the air whizzed, Yang Ju fell from the sky and landed in front of the temple. The terrified young monks screamed and ran back to the temple.

Through the unclosed gate, Yang Qiu saw the familiar martial arts arena.

The yellow mud was pressed and the repairs were smooth, just like the martial arts field he saw when he refined the Qinglong Yanyue Knife.

The difference is that here, there is no old prince who is lying on the rocking chair dying, and the little girl who is practicing boxing.

Instead, a group of frightened young monks ran around.

"Jingxin Temple."

Yang Jue took a look: "Hanging up a plaque, can the heart be at peace?"

"Amitabha."

Amidst the peaceful sound of the Buddha's horn, a middle-aged monk with a jade-like face came out slowly: "As you said, you can't be quiet."

"Zhang Lingying?"

"it's me."

The middle-aged monk nodded and admitted: "Grandmaster Yang can also call me 'Yuan Ying', this is the name after becoming a monk."

"You sent someone to say you want to see me?"

Yang Ju looked at the monk.

King Longyuan had only one wife and three sons in his life. The eldest died in the battle of horses and rivers and lakes more than 20 years ago, and the second was imprisoned for many years.

But compared to these two, the third child has the lowest sense of existence.

It is said that he became a monk when he was young, and he was completely cut off from his family. Few people knew about him.

"Actually, it's not just you."

Monk Yuanying clasped his hands together and sighed softly:

"Yu Fangzhou, Nanshan Ba, Lin Qitian, Wei Zhengxian... I sent someone to invite them all."

"How is the result?"

Yang prison asked.

The aura of this monk is not far from that of the old monk Yuanjue he had killed, and the body of the King Kong is not bad.

Looking at his aura, it seems that he has only changed his blood nine times, which is a long way from the real one.

However, it seems that there is also a Dao fruit?

Buddha-like Dao Fruit?

"Unsatisfactory."

Yuan Ying said silently:

"You were the first to choose to see me, and none of the others..."

"Actually, it's on the way."

Yang Yu was outspoken.

If Goshawk hadn't been exhausted and needed to rest, and he saw this familiar martial arts arena again, he probably wouldn't have come to see this monk.

A monk who has been expelled from his family tree, even if he wants to do something, there is actually nothing he can do.

To become a monk is to truly become a monk.

It's not just about shaving your head...

"...It's also good to drop by."

Yuan Yingyu paused slightly, and offered an invitation: "It's getting late, how about Grandmaster Yang going inside to rest?"

"No need."

Yang prison refused: "If you have something to talk about, let's forget about eating. Yang has no meat and no joy."

"Amitabha."

Yuan Ying sighed, but did not invite again, glanced around from the corner of the eye, and said:

"The poor monk's invitation this time is to persuade you not to go to Longyuan City."

"Oh?"

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows.

"According to what the poor monk knows, the master has Dao fruit, and there is a high probability that he is a ghost..."

Yuan Ying got straight to the point, very straightforward:
"According to the Buddhist scriptures, in ancient times, my Longyuan Dao was a ranch of the underworld. Throughout the ages, all the Dao fruits that come from Longyuan are related to ghosts and gods."

He didn't hide anything, and told what he knew.

"Yin Division Ranch..."

"The 'judge' dao fruit owned by the second brother can almost be regarded as the master of the underworld, but all ghosts and gods are restrained by it..."

At the end, Yuan Ying's expression became serious:
"Judges eat ghosts and gods..."

　Kawenka's life is going to die, continue to code words... keep [-] words.

　
(End of this chapter)