The first cause of all realms

Chapter 462 The one who was born under the fist of Yang Yu...

Huhu~
The gloomy and dark picture was reflected in Yang Yu's heart.

Because of the miracle of "Lao Mu Xianger Convincing Record", he had already mastered the ability to look inside himself many years ago.

With the improvement of his martial arts and the improvement of his spirit, the internal inspection is no longer just to see the meridians and viscera, it can already go deep into the viscera and see the subtle flow of blood.

Even, you can count the fibers of your muscles.

call!
Suck!
Amidst the long breathing, Yang Ju's mind sank to his dantian.

"The Great Yin-Yang Grinding Disc..."

Yang prison whispered in his heart.

The traces of inner breath and blood energy are absorbed by the slowly turning red and gold two-color millstone in the dantian as if inspired.

After half a year of polishing, he finally condensed this yin and yang grinding disc today.

I have thoroughly practiced this 'Yin Yang Promise Kung Fu'.

"call!"

Yang Ju concentrated his mind, turned his mind into the palm of his hand and slowly pushed the millstone, smashing the erratic inner breath and blood energy.

After a long time, the red-gold mill trembled slightly.

Then, in Yang Ju's mind perception, a drop of red golden liquid fell into the dantian.

tick~
It seems that the melting ice water on the eaves drips into the tank, and the starting point of the splash ripples.

Yang Ju's body trembled, and all of a sudden, he felt that everything in his mind's perception seemed to become alive, and even the inner vision of his own body seemed to have taken off the tulle and became clearer.

Really angry!

The fusion of qi and blood does not mean that it becomes a real liquid, but that compared with the inner breath and blood qi, the true qi is so much condensed that there will be an illusion of condensing into a liquid.

One drop, two drops...

until it is in line.

"It's done!"

Breathing out a breath of turbid air, Yang Jue slowly opened his eyes, his eyes widened, illuminating the dark room.

Qi and blood are blended, and hundreds of classics have been cast.

Generating true qi means that half of this level has been crossed, and the rest is just a matter of time.

As long as the breath, qi and blood in the whole body are turned into true qi, the furnace can be lit, and the most violent flames will burn all traces of martial arts practice in the body.

Then you can be promoted to a master, and start to impact the 360 ​​acupuncture points in the whole body, as well as the "Xianguan Yiqiao" that varies from person to person.

For this step, he resisted the urge to take the 'Renyuan Great Pill' for half a month.

"Hundreds of classics are cast, but it is not enough..."

Yang Yu sighed.

In the meeting with the sloppy Taoist half a year ago, until the end, he didn't ask the old Taoist where he was. It wasn't that he forgot or it was too late, but he forced himself to suppress it.

With his current martial arts, it is almost impossible for him to fight against the sloppy Taoist without supernatural powers.

The sloppy Taoist said that his talent was extremely poor, but he really didn't have any mentors, and he had created many unique skills and superior martial arts through his own perception of the world!

Looking at the past 3000 years, his talent is also the best of the best!
No matter how conceited Yang Qiu is, he will not think that his seven years of practice can surpass the 400 years of accumulation of this great master...

"It's a long life!"

Yang Jue hadn't finished breathing out his turbid breath when he heard exclamations outside the courtyard, which seemed to come from far away.

"Um?!"

Yang Jue frowned slightly, the door opened between his sleeves, and the person had already appeared outside the courtyard, when he saw a young boy running in panic, three steps at a time:
"Patriarch, Patriarch! An old woman with a big belly is coming to see you!"

"???"

Rao Yang Qiu asked himself that his mind was still calm, but he almost staggered when he said this sentence.

"Who?!"

"I'm looking for you!" Xiao Daotong answered from a distance, panting.

'Does Zhang Zhenren still have such romantic debts? ! '

After being stunned, Yang Jue came back to his senses, he stepped down a little, his body was like a bird, swaying with the wind, and after a few ups and downs, he already noticed something strange.

With a glance from the corner of the eye, a group of Taoist priests were forced to retreat on the unpaved square outside.

A whitish white woman with a ferocious appearance, even ugly, came to the temple with a big belly.

her breath...

"This this……"

A group of Taoist priests from Hanging Mountain have swords in their hands, but how dare they draw them out?
Not only them, but even Lu Qingting felt a little nervous. Could it be that the patriarch really had some romantic debts that have not been handed down?
It's just that this old woman looks a bit scary...

"Wow!"

Just when Lu Qingting and other Taoists were still wondering whether their patriarch's taste was too strong, they seemed to have sensed something, and the old woman suddenly let out an extremely sharp neigh.

boom!
This hissing came suddenly, and it was even sharper, and it didn't seem like a sound that a human could make.

"what!"

"Enemy attack!"

"what!"

Rao, all the Taoist monks in Xuankong Mountain were on guard. They were caught off guard and suffered a big loss. The eardrums of the closest ones were directly punctured.

But those who can enter the Hanging Mountain are few ordinary people, panic is only for a moment, and in an instant, there is the sound of a sharp sword being unsheathed.

Boom!

But before they could cull them, it was as if a thunderbolt exploded in front of them, the void was like a tide, the wind was like water, and with one slap, all the Taoists who were culled from all directions were sent flying away.

Only Lu Qingting dodged properly, shattering the wind with his sword, his body turned around, and the sword light was like a forest, directly pressing on the old woman.

Whoa!
As soon as the sound of the sword flashed, it made ripples on the face, like a star falling from the nine heavens, coming with extremely icy murderous intent.

The sword light is like starlight, once bursting out, it penetrates into every hole.

His movements could not be described as unpleasant, and his swordsmanship could not be described as sharp, but the moment the sword light burst out, Lu Qingting's brows could not help but frown.

In front of me, where is there any old woman?

As far as the eye can see, the void in front of him seems to have turned into a huge and transparent mirror, and another self is being reflected in the mirror.

Dang bang~
A thought flashed in Lu Qingting's mind, and the ear-piercing sound of metal and iron clanging echoed in his ears, and where the tip of his sword touched, a large burst of flame burst out impressively.

The 'self' in the mirror actually came out with a sword, tapped the sword with the sword, and killed himself with the same momentum and the same swordsmanship!

"what?"

Lu Qingting's expression was astonished, he held his sword to block, and retreated violently, while the "self" in front of him chased after him, and at the same time, a sharp voice like a night owl came out of his mouth:
"Lu Qingting, was born in the Great Realm of Heaven and Desolation, in the Nine Daoes of Ding'an in the Central Plains, with a poor family, intelligent people, extraordinary opportunities, obtained the recognition of the Taoist 'Tianma', and the supernatural power 'Shenxing'..."

Swish!
As the voice echoed, Lu Qingting's pupils shrank violently, and the monster that walked out of the mirror had an extremely familiar aura.

That is,

"My magic?!"

clang clang clang clang~~~
Huge sound waves echoed, and the Taoists who were shaken away heard the incomparably dense sound of gold and iron clanging before they landed.

On the huge square, two figures moved back and forth, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing, like ghosts and ghosts.

"Who is so bold?!"

In the Xuankong Temple, one after another figure came up and down, before the people arrived, the sword light exploded, Lin Er shook his clothes and moved with his sword.

The human and the sword merged into one, like a rainbow piercing the sun, in just a moment, it had been shot out of the Taoist temple, with a glance from the corner of the eye, two Lu Qingtings were fighting fiercely to the death.

"Um?!"

Lin Er frowned, and was about to ask, when he heard Lu Qingting's long cry from the field:
"That old woman has supernatural powers, don't get close to the 'mirror'..."

"Divine Ability..."

While the gang wind was whistling, Yang Jue walked on the leaves, his perception was so keen, in an instant, he had already caught the aura of magical powers that appeared almost indiscriminately from the outside.

And Lu Qingting's long roar.

That mirror is...

But before he took a closer look at the analysis, a hideous old face appeared in front of his eyes:

"Sloppy Zhang, do you still recognize me..."

boom!
Without hesitation, Yang Ju pinched his five fingers together and punched out, and Pei Mo Neng's powerful strength exploded in an instant.

"roll!"

Dang!

There seems to be a sound of metal and iron, rolling and moving, accompanied by a sharp and mournful cry:

"You are not Zhang..."

boom!
Fist rises and falls, and the air waves are like waves.

As soon as he made a move, Yang Jue would not have the slightest hesitation, the yin and yang millstone in his dantian shook violently, and surging true energy surged throughout his body.

Although Yang Ju restrained the sharpness of the Baquan in consideration of Xuankong Guan, this punch also contained the surging strength of ten dragons and ten elephants.

boom!
The fists fell like a mountain.

As if a bronze mirror was overturned with a fist, a large stream of light flew in all directions in front of the eyes, and a figure fell out of the shattered stream of light in the void where there was nothing else.

The white hair danced wildly, and the old woman's pale and blue face flashed a look of extreme shock and anger, but she didn't even have time to let out a roar.

The fist print has already fallen heavily again.

Nothing changed, just a flat punch, but in the eyes of the old woman in white and the Taoists inside and outside the Xuankong Temple, it was as heavy as the ground and as vast as the sky.

There is no change, but it seems to cover the changes in the sky, and it is flat and straight, but it blocks all the avoidable space in front of and behind the body.

No retreat, no flash!

"what!"

Finally, a scream sounded amidst the explosion of air.

While the turbulent air was blowing, the old woman's body was like a straw, and she fell heavily. With just one blow of huge force, she shattered the newly repaired square.

The sky was full of dust, and earth and rocks splashed.

"you are not……"

Before the frightened and stern screams could be heard, Yang Jue had already descended from heaven and earth, and with the mighty power of ten dragons and ten elephants, he stomped out her screams!
"Um?!"

As soon as this heavy step landed on the ground, Yang Jue's eyelids trembled suddenly, and amidst the thunderous roar, he heard a small cracking sound.

It was as if the bulging pig urine bubble was crushed by stepping on it, making a 'pop' sound.

what?
Yang Yu looked down.

Under the feet, the white-haired old woman was like a big cake spread out, firmly stuck to the ground, and there was only a piece of skin left!

And in her lower abdomen, from the gap broken by the giant hammer, a blood-stained baby who was less than one foot tall suddenly came out!

Holding his feet, desperately pulling on the umbilical cord, screaming anxiously.

"?!"

In this scene, Yang Qiu really didn't expect it, and raised his foot subconsciously.

The blood-stained baby jumped out screaming 'Wah-wah', and in a blink of an eye, it jumped a hundred feet away, screaming in panic:

"Mother, save me!"

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