The first cause of all realms

Chapter 450 The master of all kinds of supernatural powers... (first update)
The night fell suddenly, covering the sky, covering the mountains, rivers and the earth. In the mountains, there was a moment of silence, only a little bit of insects chirping.

"I'm dead again?!"

At the foot of Jianfeng, Chu Tianyi was a little dazed.

'Death', he is no stranger.

When I first got the supernatural power of "knowing the future", I often used this supernatural power before taking risks, and I didn't know how many times I was seriously injured or died.

Relying on this supernatural power, in these years, from Qingzhou to Longyuan, and then to Dongyue Road, he has made all kinds of achievements that ordinary people can't imagine.

Others only know that he acts resolutely, bravely and diligently, but they don't know that he has always been "persevering as if walking on thin ice, and doing brave and diligent things".

However, ever since he entered the Sword Casting Villa and successively practiced the two magical skills of the Seven Kills and Seven Seize Demon Sword and the Innate Invisible Breaking the Sky Sword, similar words have never appeared again.

just now……

"This fairyland is dangerous..."

Chu Tianyi frowned, surprised but not flustered, took out the ancient scroll Long Yi gave him, and read it carefully.

The first half of the ancient scroll records sporadic records in the illusion of Liuji Mountain, while the second half looks more like a travelogue.

Thousands of words are eloquent, and what is recorded is the 72 famous mountains that the sloppy Taoist faked his death and traveled around the world under the Hanging Mountains, leaving traces.

and many more……

"The 72nd peak is hanging in the air?"

Chu Tianyi's eyes flickered, and he caught the main point:

"Could it be that there is more than one entry point for the 'Illusion of Immortals and Demons' left by the sloppy Taoist? Perhaps the crisis foreseen by the supernatural powers is not the illusion itself, but an outsider like me?!"

hum~
With a thought, Chu Tianyi activated his supernatural power again, although it would be a heavy burden for him to continuously activate his supernatural power in a short period of time.

【...You cautiously entered the fantasy world of immortals and demons... You were very shocked and excited, and you pulled out the unnamed Thousand Refining Divine Blade...】

【you are dead! 】

"???"

And, died again? !

Now, Chu Tianyi was really moved.

After nine years of honing in Zangfeng Valley, he not only forged his own troops, but also ignited the furnace, recast the hundred scriptures, and stepped into the realm of a master.

Relying on two unrivaled magical skills, he asked himself that the world is so big that he can go to everything.

how come……

Come again!

Chu Tianyi gritted his teeth.

【...You pulled out the Thousand Refining Sword...you died...】

【You pull out...】

【you are dead……】

……

After many attempts, Chu Tianyi had to stop, his face turned pale.

At this moment, a thought lingered in his mind:

"Why do I have to draw my sword?"

This time, the interval was very long, and it was not until the sky was bright that Chu Tianyi regained some composure and urged the 'Inverse Knowing the Future'.

【You make up your mind that you will never draw your sword unless you have to...】

【You have entered the fairyland, you are very shocked and excited...】

【you are dead! 】

"..."

Chu Tian's clothes were in a mess.

For a moment, he almost wanted to give up on entering this fairyland, but in just a moment, he snuffed out the idea.

Chu Tianyi sat quietly with his eyes closed, urging his magical powers once in a while, repeating the cycle, and when he opened his eyes again, it was already two days and one night later.

As far as the eye can see, the sky darkened again, and the bottom of Jianfeng in front of him, a faint white light appeared, as soft as a cloud, slowly spreading.

"call!"

He let out a long breath, calming down the throbbing in his heart.

Looking back at the distant mountains, he knew that, far away, his master was also paying attention to this place.

He understands that this trip to the fairyland is both a chance and a test.

In the final analysis, the "seeds" cultivated by the sect are not limited to himself, and the existence of those few cannot be hidden from him.

If he doesn't have the power to overwhelm his peers, he will be replaced sooner or later. Da Zongmen never bets on only one person.

"A test..."

Chu Tianyi's heart skipped a beat, and he stepped into the mountain.

I want to see who you are! !
……

……

when!
when!
when!
The crisp and long jade bell echoed in the clouds and mist.

The morning glow breaks, the red sun rises in the east, and the scorching golden light passes through the clouds and becomes scattered, reflecting the Taoist temple located on the top of the mountain, shining brightly.

The towering peaks and cliffs are like swords. At first glance, this Taoist temple seems to be hanging in the air, so the mountain is named "Hanging Mountain".

Located on the top of the peak, the Taoist temple is naturally not big, it can even be said to be small, with seven front and back entrances and hundreds of wing rooms.

Compared with other great sects in the world, this Taoist temple is almost shabby.

when~
Three bells fell, and the morning class ended.

Looking outside from the sky, on the high platform like white jade, dozens of Taoists opened their mouths in unison, and amidst the howling wind, it seemed that there was a cloud of purple air rolling in.

Unlike Lanke Temple and Zhujian Villa, Hanging Mountain does not accept anyone as a teacher, but the teacher seeks an apprentice.

In each generation, Qimai Combined Strike accepts 49 disciples, and in the end, only seven true disciples will be left behind.

It is also known as the 'Seven Sons in the Sky'.

The losers of the competition will go down the mountain to find another way out. Among them, there are many founders who have established sects for thousands of years.

There is a faint momentum to replace the 'Xuanyimen' as the ancestral family of Taoism.

In Xuankong Temple, the master and apprentice get along harmoniously. Every day before and after the morning bell, they will gather in front of the white jade platform to breathe out the purple energy of the rising sun and refine their own "pure yang energy".

The purple energy dissipated, and all the Taoists dispersed.

Sitting on the high platform, the unremarkable old Taoist suddenly spoke and called one of them:
"Qingting."

At the end of the seat, a young Taoist dressed in a blue Taoist robe, with handsome features and deep eyes stopped, turned around and bowed:
"Headmaster."

"Qing Ting, you don't need to participate in the compilation of the 'Splendid Mountains and Rivers List' from now on. Your senior brother 'Qing Du' will be in charge of contacting Jin Yiwei."

The old man spoke.

"Yes……"

Lu Qingting nodded in response, and said again: "This, is it something that the disciple did not do well?"

"No, you've done a good job. It's just that there are more important things for you to do than the 'Splendid Mountains and Rivers List'."

The old Taoist Xuanwei shook his head slightly.

"More important things?"

Lu Qingting was slightly taken aback:
"Is there anything more important than the 'Splendid Mountains and Rivers List'? This list is related to the 'Book from the Ground'..."

It is no secret that Xuankongshan and the court jointly compiled the Splendid Mountains and Rivers List, and he has been in charge of this matter all these years.

It is the most important thing in the view.

"Whether the 'Book from the Ground' is ethereal, or not, no one knows. We agreed to the emperor only because we didn't want to offend the imperial court."

The old Taoist Xuanwei shook his head slightly, and then said seriously:

"Everyone in the world is chasing books from the ground. My Hanging Mountain is no longer as grand as it used to be. It's better not to join in the fun. What Pindao wants you to do is related to my future."

"Um?!"

Lu Qingting's heart skipped a beat.

About the future of Hanging Mountain?

It was the first time for him to see the teacher with such an attitude, dignified, and even apprehensive.

Who is Taoist Xuanwei?

Xuankong Mountain is the head teacher, the leader of the world's Taoist sects, and the world recognizes the most holy grand master, Taoism and martial arts are the best in the world.

He is only one Dao fruit short of being a martial saint. When it comes to martial arts background, he is probably not inferior to many martial saints in the world.

Today's Xuankong Mountain is one of the three major sects in the world, with all the masters and uncles of the sect on the top, and all the branches scattered all over the world below.

Who can shake the future of Hanging Mountain?
"1000 Two hundred years ago, the reason why the Patriarch faked his death at Jinding was to cut off the entanglement with the Hanging Mountain's luck..."

The old Taoist Xuanwei could clearly see Lu Qingting's doubts, but he didn't solve the doubts, but told an old story on his own.

"Is it related to the ancestor?"

Lu Qingting calmed down.

"...The Patriarch found 72 divine peaks in the world, and using his own aura as a guide, he took advantage of the power of the mountains, rivers and lands in the world to suppress the 'one page of the book' somewhere in the world..."

"The patriarch suppressed a page of the dark book? The reason why he suspended his death is to not implicate the sect?"

Lu Qingting was a little taken aback.

It was the first time he had heard these words, and there was no record of even a single word in the Zongmen classics.

"Patriarch, heaven and man too! However, the book of the underworld is the most legendary treasure of the underworld after all. It is late, but it will come eventually."

The old Taoist Xuanwei sighed lightly:
"The 'Illusion of Immortals and Demons' left by the patriarch is about to be born, and you have the world's fastest speed with the 'God's Walk', and you are just going to take the poor way.

Take back the master's saber 'Seven Tribulations Sword'. "

Lu Qingting digested it for a while, then nodded:

"Disciple understands."

"Don't be careless."

Seeing his response, Xuanwei old way warned:

"The Patriarch borrowed the 72 divine peaks and land lines to suppress them back then, and invisibly owed those famous mountains and great rivers. Therefore, the illusion of immortals and demons will appear on those 72 divine peaks at the same time..."

"You have to be careful."

"Teacher, don't worry."

Lu Qingting smiled slightly:
"My disciple is not good at fighting, but his ability to escape is the best in the world."

After all, he bowed and said goodbye.

Not seeing how he moved, his figure had already disappeared in place, and after a moment, he had already arrived at the mountain gate ten miles away.

The speed was so fast that even Taoist Xuanwei, who was only a line away from Wu Sheng, couldn't help but stare sideways.

"Supernatural powers..."

The old Taoist murmured and closed his eyes.

He studied Confucianism when he was young, was well-known among scholars, and became a monk in his middle age. He was hailed as a true Taoist cultivator. The martial arts that he had never practiced with all his heart had already reached the gate of Wu Sheng.

Even if it is to take charge of the Hanging Mountain, it seems to be a matter of course, without any hindrance.

However, he still has no Dao fruit...

call!
The void was dense, and Lu Qingting appeared in a flash, hanging in front of the view, on the only way down the mountain, someone blocked the way.

The autumn wind is blowing slowly, and the old trees with little branches and leaves sway with the wind.

Dressed in a snow-white Taoist robe, the delicate female crown with her hands behind her back, looked at the distant mountains under the tree, surrounded by the light mist blown by the wind.

It's like a banished immortal, a fairy in a painting.

"Master, sister?"

Lu Qingting's expression tightened slightly.

The one in front of him is his senior sister, and also the first and only identified 'Seven Sons of the Hanging' in their generation.

Gu Qingyi.

"Brother, where are you going?"

The female crown in white smiles:

"Bring me one?"

"No."

Lu Qingting took a step back, shook his head and refused.

The female crown was pacing, and Lu Qingting backed up again and again, and so repeatedly, one of them walked more than ten feet, and the other retreated more than ten feet.

And just when Lu Qingting was about to run away, the female crown spoke.

"No, that's fine."

Unexpectedly, the female crown didn't force her either, she just took out a glass of wine from somewhere and handed it to her junior to see him off.

Unexpectedly, seeing this glass of wine, Lu Qingting's body trembled suddenly, almost urging 'Shenxing' to run away.

There are seven "seeds" in Xuankong Mountain, some of them are stronger than himself, but he is self-confident in his "magic action" and never fears.

Only this one in front of him, he is really afraid to the bone.

"Is it Mengpo soup again?"

Lu Qingting's eyes were full of vigilance, God knows how long it took him to remember the three words 'Meng Po Tang':
"Senior Sister, don't even think about me drinking you another glass of wine..."

"is it?"

Gu Qingyi smiled slightly.

"you?!"

Lu Qingting didn't feel well in shock, but felt dizzy for a while, and was in a trance for a while.

"Senior brother?"

In a daze, he heard the senior sister's call, and opened his eyes:
"Senior Sister? You..."

"Is it too hard to practice? Why do you suddenly feel dazed while walking?"

Gu Qingyi was a little worried.

"Senior Sister Lao is worried, Junior Brother is fine."

Shaking his gray head, Lu Qingting forced a smile, thinking that he practiced too hard:
"Sister, where are we going?"

"You~"

Gu Qingyi sighed helplessly:

"You forgot, the head ordered me to go and retrieve the 'Seven Tribulations Sword', and asked you to drive and carry the sedan chair for me..."

　Take a break and continue coding.

　
(End of this chapter)