The first cause of all realms

Chapter 433 Ghost Gate Pass and the Ceremony of the Suppressing Evil Seal! (Second more)
Boom!
This is the first real collision between the two for a long time.

Zhang Lingfeng's crimson eyes hadn't yet reflected the picture, and the power that was beyond description had exploded completely after breaking through the Golden Light Curse.

Like a water bag that was poked and burst by a heavy hammer, the viscous plasma exploded into a blood mist.

Body protection Golden Light Curse, True Aura, Blood Qi, True Qi...

The force of the fist is more than just crushing, the huge roar can't spread, almost all the blood and flesh are squeezed out, and the skeleton-like figure has been ruthlessly smashed to the ground.

There are mud and sand, cracks and cracks.

"puff!"

It wasn't until this moment that the sound of the blood mist exploding reached everyone's ears.

dead, dead? !
Looking at the bursting blood mist, there was a dead silence inside and outside the plain.

The collision between the two was so fast that most of the people except the few grand masters present did not react.

It was only when the blood mist exploded and the figure fell to the ground that the sound waves roared like thunder.

Only then did I realize that the outcome was already decided?

"Won!"

Sensing the weak breath that fell to the bottom of the valley, like a candle in the wind, Lin Qitian finally let go of the bowstring.

He was seriously injured twice, and even he couldn't hold it anymore.

"Yang Prison..."

Yu Jing let go of his ten fingers, and the lightning disappeared. Looking at the young swordsman standing in the wind, he was shocked for a moment.

For many years, he has been in charge of the Wanxiang Mountain School, and he has seen a lot of information about this "little uncle".

However, even if the expectations for him were once raised in the heart, at this moment, it seems that they are still lowered.

He has not figured out exactly how Zhang Lingfeng refined Longyuan City into a dojo without telling everyone, but his tyranny is self-evident.

In other places, with the means of Wei Zhengxian and Lin Qitian, one person alone could suppress and kill him, but here, one person can completely suppress two great masters.

Even, if Yang prison hadn't come suddenly, there was even a possibility of winning the battle and reaching the top in full bloom.

"Win!"

"This lunatic is dead!"

"This lunatic is dead!"

After a brief silence, bursts of uncontrollable exclamations came from the crowd in the distance, and some even clapped their hands.

Under the shadows of ghosts and gods before, they almost thought they were dead, but now they saw the perpetrator's defeat, and they were naturally very happy.

Only in the direction of King Longyuan's chariot, there was no sound.

Looking at the lifeless, bloody figure in the mud, the old woman felt sour and couldn't help but her eyes turned red:
"Second child..."

Yu Fengxian had no feelings for this second uncle, but seeing the old woman's voice was trembling, she had no choice but to comfort her.

On the contrary, it was the dying old prince, with a trace of relief on his face, he summoned up all his strength and grabbed the old woman's arm.

Stern and stern:

"Let him die!"

Seeing the old woman nodding silently, she felt relieved and passed out.

Whoosh!

The air wave evacuated by the huge force filled the gap, and the strong wind blew away the sweat that was steaming like a cloud after Yang prison relaxed.

The power of the explosion has doubled, and under the full force, the pressure on him is also enormous.

This exhalation is like exhaling a cloud of mist.

crackling~
Putting the saber back into its sheath, and lightly twisting the muscles and bones, there were bursts of sounds of bow strings flicking, tigers roaring and dragons moaning, and the sound gradually died down after a while.

Like continuous pearls falling on a jade plate, it is crisp and sweet.

The physical torment is long and there is no shortcut, but after bearing the heavy pressure, Yang Jue can feel that his flesh is more firm.

There is a feeling that after the heavy hammer is struck, the impurities are removed, and it is more powerful.

"call!"

Exhaling a foul breath, Yang Jufang looked at Zhang Lingfeng who was roaring and laughing miserably in the ruins.

To be precise, it was the destiny that was not clearly seen until now.

【Zhang Lingfeng】

【Fate: Hanging Horn White Wolf】

[Number of fate: one purple, four gold, two red and two green]

【Judge Dreaming (Light Purple), Noble Born (Light Gold), Daoist Talent (Light Gold), Qi Opens the Profound Gate (Light Gold), Princely Life (Light Gold), High Spirit (Light Red), Fortune Plus Body (pale red), paranoid madness (dark blue), revenge for every grievance (light blue)]

'A white wolf with hanging horns?It really is the judge...'

Yang Jue's eyes froze, and he fell to the end.

That is,

【The judge ceremony is in progress】

The vitality of the Grand Master is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

At this moment, Zhang Lingfeng was like a skeleton whose flesh and blood had been removed, only the skin was attached to it, but he still couldn't let go of his breath.

Even, be able to make a sound:

"I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled..."

His voice was hoarse and distorted, but Yang Jue didn't have the heart to listen to what he was talking about, and was about to flick it out with his last breath.

He didn't know what the judge's ceremony was, but there was no doubt that the ceremony had not been interrupted, which meant that the person in front of him had not given up struggling.

"Hero Yang."

At this time, a voice from a distance called Yang Qiu, it was the old woman who had been freed from the shackles of Qi, blood and inner breath.

Nearly ninety years old, the weather-stained old woman bowed to Warden Yang.

"This is you?"

Yang Jue reached out to support him, but frowned.

He originally thought that the old lady wanted to intercede, but he didn't want her to bow and said:
"I gave birth to this evil son, let me settle his sins..."

"Ok?"

"grandmother."

Yang Jue raised his eyebrows, but Yu Fengxian was full of worry, and grabbed her sleeve:
"I'll come!"

She couldn't bear it.

The old lady only had three sons in her life. Her father died young and her third uncle became a monk. To some extent, Zhang Lingfeng was the only child.

Letting her kill her parents and children is really too cruel.

"Hahaha!"

Amid the intermittent laughter, Zhang Lingfeng forced himself to turn over. He stared at the old woman, half crying and half laughing:

"Mom, you are still going to kill me..."

The old woman trembled:
"This may be your life..."

"Life!"

Almost coughing out his throat, Zhang Lingfeng's bloody face was full of ferocity:

"That Dao fruit, didn't you give it to me?!"

"I……"

The old woman's expression darkened, and Yang Jue made a sudden move, one step ahead of her, and smashed his head with a heavy hand.

boom!
Plasma and blood flow.

"you?"

The old woman froze, then sighed:

"Thank you..."

"He's stalling for time."

Looking at the completely dimmed night, Yang Jue's expression was serious:
"Today is Ghost Festival!"

"Um?!"

Yu Fengxian was stunned, but Lin Qitian's expression changed drastically when he came forward.

A group of people followed Yang Jue's eyes and looked at the sky, and they could see a thick fog emerging from the deep night.

This mist did not come from Longyuan City, but was created out of thin air. As soon as it appeared, the mist covering the plain was attracted to it.

Rolling and converging in the deep night, there seems to be an indescribable door floating in the mist.

Rumble!
There was thunder in the cloudless night.

"That is……"

Feeling the moment when the looming gate appeared, the ancient desolate atmosphere flowing down, the complexions of Lin Qitian, Yu Jing and others all changed.

"According to ancient legends, the fourteenth day of July is the festival of ghosts. After night falls, the gates of ghosts will be closed. At the right time, a group of demons will come out of the cage, and a hundred ghosts will walk in the night..."

Lin Qitian muttered to himself.

He is not the only one who has heard of the legend of the ghost gate. Most of the people present have heard similar legends.

But throughout the ages, how can there be any ghosts recorded in the book?

As a result, if Yang Jue hadn't mentioned the 'ghost festival', and this strange door appeared in the night, the crowd would not have even thought of it.

"This, maybe it's his ceremony?"

Yu Jing spoke, and he looked at Yang Yu, Lin Qitian, and Wei Zhengxian with a surprised expression:
"It's just, in this world, is there really a ghost gate?"

Is there a ghost gate in this world?
Yang Yu didn't know, and the others were also silent, just looking at the night, as Zhang Lingfeng's aura ceased, the fog in the air also dissipated.

Naturally, the strange and ancient gate also disappeared.

"My son, you really have a vicious heart, if there is a ghost gate..."

After speaking, Lin Qitian was a little bit speechless.

He didn't know if there were any ghosts walking in the night after the gate of hell was closed, but in the dark, he sensed the danger, if the gate was really opened.

I'm afraid...

"This, this scoundrel, is actually going to open the gate of hell?!"

The old woman was cold all over, with sweat on her forehead, and suddenly slapped herself hard.

"grandmother!"

Yu Fengxian hastily pulled her back.

"The old man softened his heart for a moment, and it almost caused a catastrophe..."

With a pale face, she bowed to Yang Qiu again, and before he could reply, the old woman had already covered her face and left.

Yu Fengxian originally wanted to say something, but now she had no choice but to follow and leave.

"Ugh……"

Seeing this scene, Lin Qitian couldn't help sighing:

"It's no wonder the old concubine, really, how many people in this world can deal with their own children?"

Yang Yu nodded.

Being selfless is easy to say, but easier said than done?
Don't talk about the old lady, look at the audience, including Wei Zhengxian, Lin Qitian, Yu Jing, Ren Xiaoxiao and other great masters, including himself.

Who can be really clean and decisive?
call!
He stopped for a long time until he absorbed Zhang Lingfeng's scattered fate one by one.

After the life count was burned out last time, he now has very few lives, and the little gourd in the cauldron does not want to let go of the high-level fate again.

At this time, it was dark.

There were not many people on the plain, most of the people had escaped before, and the rest also dispersed after Zhang Lingfeng died.

Of course, there were still people watching from afar, whether it was Jianghu warriors or spies from various families.

Lin Qitian and Wei Zhengxian also left one after another to recover from their injuries.

The sensible people from the East Factory did not approach, only Yu Jing, after waiting for a while, remembered something, and left.

"The ritual of suppressing evil spirits has not been completed yet. Is it to clear up all the turmoil?"

Glancing at the buzzing suppressing evil seal in the cauldron, Yang Ju pressed his thoughts and walked towards Longyuan City.

At this time, the wind was high and the night was dark, but there was a person waiting quietly in front of the tower with his hands behind his back.

"Wang Muzhi!"

　In the second update, take a short break, write another chapter, and strive to publish Chapter 3 before two o'clock.

　
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