The first cause of all realms

Chapter 463 Facing mirrors in pairs, fuck the ghost baby!
what? !

The filthy baby, which was less than one foot long, screamed and rushed out. The sound of the scream was like a devil's voice filling the ears, and everyone who heard it felt pain in their eardrums.

Don't talk about the disciples watching outside, even Lu Qingting who drew his sword and stabbed him suddenly felt his eyes darkened and almost fell to the ground.

"Not like good people!"

After a little astonishment, Yang Jue's face darkened, and he exerted his strength to smash through the raging wind and dust, and chased him straight away.

【ulterior motive】

【Fate: Broken Pages of the Book of the Underworld】

【Number of Fate: Three Purples, Three Golds, Three Reds, Two Greens】

[Remnant pages of the book of the underworld (pure purple), paired with mirrors (deep purple), born with spiritual wisdom (light purple), possessed with ghost fetuses (deep gold), born with demonic nature (light gold), do not enter strangers (light gold),

Yazi must be repaid (dark red), Yazi is a little angry (dark red), hides when angry (dark red), well-informed (light blue), neither dead nor alive (light blue)]

The remaining pages of the book of the underworld?

Possessed with a ghost?

Dual powers?
[Mirror to form a pair: Anyone who has a broken page in the book of the underworld can turn into a pair by facing the mirror, and the transformed shadow can rival the body in the time of a cup of tea]

"Mingshuhuaren?!"

Sweeping at his various fates at a glance, Yang Jue's heart was shocked, and he was a little stunned.

No wonder this monster came to the door majestically, but it seemed so vulnerable, but it turned out that its supernatural powers were based on the broken pages of the book of the underworld, reflecting the sloppy Taoist!
And he is not a sloppy Taoist!

Therefore, his supernatural powers had failed, and he had no martial arts, so he was defeated by his blow just now.

boom!
In the flash of his mind, Yang Ju heard a thunder, no, the sound of the sword!

"evil creature!"

Mr. Lin Er stepped forward and reprimanded lightly.But stronger than thunder.

In an instant, his aura changed dramatically. In the induction of everyone, it seemed that he had turned into a sword from a human being!

The sharpest sword!
Dang!

Like pearls falling on a jade plate, gold and jade strike each other, this is the sound of drawing a sword.

The sound of the sword rose sharply, and it was a sword light that was so hot that it was beyond anyone's imagination!

The sword light surged like a waterfall like a tide, hurting everyone who watched, Lu Qingting's heart skipped a beat:
"Seven Tribulations Sword Art!"

Zheng!
When the sound of the sword sounded, the void of hundreds of feet was like a river and lake, and the sword light passed by, seemed to gather all the air and wind in a radius of hundreds of feet.

Turn into a cold light, like a meteor, like a rainbow, like a thunder...

In less than a moment, he has already crossed the entire square, the small half-hill road, and rushed towards the ghost who was trying to escape and seemed to be extremely frightened.

Seven Tribulations Sword Art!

Mr. Lin Er fired his sword in anger, the brilliance of the moment made Yang Jue look sideways, and Long Yuan, who had been silent for half a year in the cauldron of gluttony, suddenly jumped up with his sword two feet out.

"ah!"

Faced with such a sword, the ghost baby seemed to have also been greatly frightened. It was about to be hit by the cold light, and a crane cry suddenly flashed in the sky.

Along with the hurricane came a cold snort:
"Don't scream, your mother has been eaten! With your little brains, you also want to drag this girl into the water? Hehe..."

The white crane soared across the sky and rose to a very high place.

"Another one..."

Lin Er frowned slightly, but he had no regrets when he drew his sword, even if the visitor was fighting Buddha Yinyue, he would never want him to withdraw his sword.

"Mom, you are so cruel!"

The wailing sound like weeping and complaining rang up and down the Hanging Mountain, smelling the sadness, the listener shed tears, but in an instant, the magic sound exploded.

A bronze mirror suddenly rises, and a cold light also glows in it:
"Lin Er, born in..."

laugh!
Mr. Lin Er's eyelids trembled slightly, his sword moved like a dragon and a snake, and he avoided the sudden appearance of the mirror by a tiny bit, and stabbed somewhere in the void.

"Replay the old trick? Who are you when you are a poor man?!"

"what!"

The bright mirror shattered and turned into a stream of light, black blood dripped in the void, and the ghost roared angrily and once again displayed its supernatural powers:
"Yang prison, born in..."

Before he could utter the words, he suddenly felt his eyes go dark.

A big hand that could cover his whole body suddenly appeared, smashing the air current and gale, and inserted it straight into the void, stretching and pinching the glistening fingers.

Amidst the sharp screams, he held it fiercely in his palm!

Snapped!
This palm is so powerful, the ghost baby's eyes are protruding, and the blood and eyeballs of the whole body are almost squeezed out!

I couldn't help screaming, but it was only a cry, and even the whimpering was almost extinguished.

"what?"

Yang Jue flicked his sleeves to suppress the surrounding air waves, and looked at the ghost baby in his hand in amazement.

How strong is he now?
Although I didn't use all my strength to pinch it, I thought that even ten forged black iron could be squeezed into mud, but this ghost, although it looked like it was going to die, it endured for life.

The monster's mechanism is astonishing, even Lin Er's stab of the Seven Tribulations Sword didn't hurt his root, and even the wound no longer bleeds.

"call!"

Seeing this scene, Lu Qingting breathed a sigh of relief, but he couldn't help but look up at the sky, where there were white cranes soaring high.

But he could faintly see a purple dress flying.

"Such a fierce boxing method seems to be Baquan? Who are you? Little Bazun 'Qi Daoguang'? Or Little Bawang 'Youlong'?"

The clear voice fell with the wind, and it contained an extremely strong spirit. Yang Jue narrowed his eyes slightly, and seemed to be able to see a girl in purple flicking a folding fan with bright eyes and bright teeth.

"No, no. You look like a rising star in Longyuan Dao. What's your name? Yang beheaded?!"

"The Liansheng religion?"

Yang Jue spoke, his voice was not high, but it could be heard for several miles, even the cold wind lingered.

"Want to start?"

Laughter came from high in the sky, and the white crane fluttered away:

"Think about how to deal with the 'Seven Sons of the Hanging'! Where are the seven great masters..."

Huhu~
The white crane gradually drifted away, but Mr. Lin Er and the others approached slowly.

"Ancestor..."

Lu Qingting's face was slightly tense, and he looked at Yang Jian with worried eyes.

The fundamental reason why some people think that they have returned to the ancient times when they step into the fairyland is that everything in the fantasyland seems to be true.

After getting along for half a year, he didn't even find a single inaccuracy, all the patriarchs, as recorded in the daily notes.

This is also the reason why he thought many times that he traveled through the years and came to the past.

"Master, it's time for you to be locked up too?"

This well-groomed, unsmiling second-generation master of Xuankong Mountain walked straight past, talking to himself, with a neither high nor low voice:
"I don't know when he will leave the customs..."

"This……"

Lu Qingting was very close and could hear it clearly, but he couldn't help but get a little weird.

"Oops! Brother, help me, my arm was injured before..."

"Really? Let me help you see..."

"I'm hungry, get some vegetarian food to eat, is there anyone with me?"

"Go together, go together..."

Lin Er slowly walked into the Taoist temple, and the Taoist priests behind him also understood, supported each other, talked about him from left to right, and dispersed one after another.

Not long after, only Yang Ju and Lu Qingting were left in the huge square, as well as the ghost baby who was pinched and rolled his eyes.

"Lin Er..."

Looking at the backs of the group of Taoists going away, Yang Jue's expression was a little subtle.

The Lin Erdao in front of him does not have the memory and vision beyond the times, but he may have discovered the abnormality of his identity a long time ago...

"Ancestor Lin seems to be..."

Lu Qingting was thoughtful, and he got to know these patriarchs better after spending half a year together day and night.

According to common sense, if one finds out that the Patriarch has been replaced by someone else, this should never be the reaction, unless it is...

【The Sloppy Taoist Meets the Demon Record】

[Refining Node [-]: Rising Dragon (Completed)]

[Refining results: Yin Yang Promise Kung Fu, Tai Chi Pure Yang Kung Fu, Stepping on the Ladder]

As his mind swept across the cauldron of gluttony, Yang Jue became more and more subtle, but he didn't think about it, but looked at the dying ghost baby in his hand.

This ghost baby, which is less than a day old, is already quite cunning, and it seems that it will die at any time if its breath drops, but in fact, he didn't hurt the root at all.

If it were someone else, who didn't know its characteristics, if he was not careful, he would escape.

Yang Qiu hadn't forgotten that the ghost baby's fate included "hiding when he is angry". In fact, as long as he let go, the ghost baby would run away without a trace.

"Hero Yang..."

Lu Qingting hesitated to speak: "I don't know the Seven Tribulations Sword..."

"did not find."

Yang Ju restrained his thoughts.

"The patriarch's fairy trail is hard to find, the Seven Tribulations Sword..."

Lu Qingting had a headache.

After half a year passed, there was no news of what I was looking for, which was a bit troublesome.

However, his temper was calm, and after a while he packed up his mood and was about to leave, but Yang Jue called him:

"Director Lu, if you don't have a clue, you might as well stay in Hanging Mountain, maybe there will be a pleasant surprise..."

"Ok?"

Lu Qingting was slightly taken aback, puzzled.

Yang Yu smiled without saying a word, and before going down the mountain, he glanced back at the Xuankong temple with its closed gate:
"Really Zhang, he should still be in Hanging Mountain!"

……

……

Huhu~
The white crane flapped its wings, tore through the sea of ​​clouds, and landed among the mountains. Several masters of the Liansheng Sect had already been waiting here.

"Senior sister, didn't the old woman catch up?"

The girl in pink said, a little annoyed:
"I locked her limbs and spine with five chains, why, why did she still run away?"

"She's dead."

Feng Wushuang got off the white crane, beating the folding fan in his hand, not paying attention:
"She's been dead for a few months. I can't blame you for this matter. That ghost's ability is unpredictable. If it were me, I might not be able to stop him."

"How many months have you been dead?"

The girl in pink, Ying Li'er, was taken aback: "What, how could it be possible to be dead for a few months?! Obviously..."

"Senior sister, is that ghost fetus possessed by a book of the underworld? He escaped, why are you not in a hurry?"

The others couldn't bear it anymore.

The book of the underworld is the most precious treasure of the underworld, even if it is a fragment, its value is immeasurable, even people like my mother have coveted it for thousands of years.

"In a hurry? Why am I in a hurry? In a hurry to find treasure for that old hag?"

Feng Wushuang snorted softly.

She never thought of taking away the remaining pages of the book of the underworld. If this kind of treasure that controls people's life and death falls into the hands of that old witch, will she still have a way out?

"This……"

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, but they couldn't change their thinking for a while, and subconsciously wanted to carry out the task.

"Our goal has never been Mingshu. The treasure in this illusion is not just Mingshu."

Feng Wushuang smiled slightly:
"It wasn't just Ming Shu that Zhang Sloppy suppressed back then, but also a 'Blood Demon'!"

　The six thousand words are over, good night everyone.

　
(End of this chapter)