The first cause of all realms

Chapter 467: Gods and Buddhas Are Not Enough to Worship! (first update)
Who lives and who dies? !
Hearing these words, the man in the mirror and the ghost baby looked at each other, they were both silent, and then sneered:
"A mere mortal dares to judge the life and death of a god..."

The voice stopped abruptly!

In the room, there were only lights like beans, but at this moment, the ghost baby and the city god in the mirror felt a vast expanse of whiteness in front of them, and even felt a sore and painful feeling of looking directly at the scorching sun.

"Eye of the sky?!"

The City God's face in the mirror trembled wildly, and he was extremely shocked.

It wasn't that the whole room suddenly lit up, but that the human being holding their lifeline in front of him had a dragon-like vertical eye flashing between his brows, and he opened it slightly, locking them in!
At this moment, the two of them had a feeling that they were overlooked by the high god, and their whole body was cold for a while, and there was a feeling that there was nothing to hide from under the eyes of the magic eye.

"Heaven's Eye!"

The bronze mirror trembled violently.

Ordinary people only know that the "divine eye and the third eye" is the ability of the gods, but they don't know that even the ancient gods, not everyone has the third eye.

As the name suggests, the Eye of Heaven is the eye bestowed by God!

According to legend, this kind of divine eyes and heavenly eyes can only be born by those gods who have both the strengths of immortals and Buddhas and straddle the two realms.

It's like the bone bodhisattva in the legend. As the Buddha's great bodhisattva, he overwhelms the netherworld. He is both a god and a Buddha, so he can open his eyes.

How could he have heavenly eyes? !

The city god in the bronze mirror was shocked, but the ghost baby in the other hand was even more unbearable than him, because under the eyes of his mind, Tong You urged him to lock the fate of this little ghost!
"you you……"

The little ghost screamed, the lanugo all over his body exploded, trembling all over, terrified.

What he felt was more than ten times stronger than the City God hiding in the bronze mirror!

At this moment, he even felt that he had been pierced. This gaze directly penetrated his fleshy shell, burning his soul.

And the remaining pages of the book of the underworld that coexisted with me, buzzing and trembling, didn't even protect him!

What this meant, he knew all too well.

"Are you a high-ranking ghost?!"

The book of the underworld is the most precious treasure of the underworld. Even if it is just a fragment of the book of the underworld, it is enough to make many ghosts and gods bow their heads and tremble.

Only those high-ranking ghosts and gods can face the Mingshu directly!
Did you see a ghost? ! !

"The eyes of the sky seem to be rare..."

With the reaction of a mirror and a ghost, Yang Judong looked at the fire as if he was watching the fire. Thoughts came to his mind, but he didn't hesitate any longer.

"what!"

Amidst the screams that were so shrill that they almost pierced through the real body, the bronze mirror trembled wildly, the ghost baby struggled crazily, and the ferocious nature was overwhelmed by fear:

"God forgive me, forgive me..."

Click!

The screams and begging for mercy stopped abruptly, and the extreme pain made the ghost baby faint.

In the Cauldron of Gluttony, the Zijin Evil Swallowing Treasure Gourd wobbled to the ground, and there was a golden light shining inside it, astonishingly, it had already swallowed two lives of this ghost baby.

But what followed was the Suppressing Evil Seal!
As among the three dao fruits, he was most afraid of this evil seal, which he was always cautious about.

"Is this going?"

Yang Yu's heart moved, and he interrupted the movement of the Zijin Tunsha Treasure Gourd to absorb life, flicked his fingers, and a faint ripple swayed from his fingertips.

In the blink of an eye, it had already submerged in the unconscious baby ghost.

In the next moment, in Yang Ju's perception, a third 'soul line' appeared on the Zhenxie seal, which meant that the ghost baby in front of him was also a 'living dead' that could be controlled!
"Perhaps, the real purpose of the Suppressing Evil Seal lies in the Nether Yin Division, not the living dead..."

Seeing this scene, enlightenment arose in Yang Jue's heart.

"you you……"

Seeing that the little ghost was tortured and fainted, the face of the person in the mirror was a little pale, feeling his eyes falling on his body, and there was finally fear in his eyes.

This was beyond his expectation.

"Your rank..."

The voice of the man in the mirror was a little hoarse. He wanted to ask, but he sighed dejectedly and closed his eyes when he was halfway through speaking:

"I fell..."

This city god is more knowledgeable about current affairs than Yang Jue expected. The reason why he chose to do something to the ghost baby is because this bronze mirror can cut off prying eyes.

But the remaining pages of the ghost book did not block his sight.

However, now that he has admitted his failure, the next thing will be easy to handle. Yang Yu asked questions, and the god in the mirror who had clearly recognized the status quo answered every question he had.

What the ghost baby said was right, the person in the mirror was indeed Longyuan City God, but, it was not the City God from the prehistoric times that Yang Jue guessed.

On the contrary, he is also a modern person, and, before the founding of the Ming Dynasty, he was a very famous figure.

"You said you were Chen Xuanying?!"

Yang Yu was a little surprised.

Who is Chen Xuanying?
This person is a heroic figure who originated in Jiangnan Road in the last years of the previous dynasty. He was born in a poor family and was only a salt dealer, but his luck was really astonishing.

The self-created Dragon Slaying Three Swords even once competed with Zhang Yuanzhu, but unfortunately, just like the evaluation of Sanxiao Sanren, he has great ambitions but little wisdom, and he has no plans and no decisions.

In the end, he became the pioneer of the king and his foundation was wiped out.

His tomb is located in Longyuan and Qingzhou, and Yang Yu once obtained a 'Xuan Yingzhu' from it, and Sanxiao Sanren used his luck to suppress Qingnv Daoguo.

"...I lost to Zhang Yuanzhu's 'Tiangang Fist', so I had to feign death and escape to Longyuan, hoping to get the treasure in the underground palace to make a comeback.

It's a pity that I underestimated Zhang Yuanzhu's viciousness, that style of Tiangang Fist is too heavy, it's worthy of coming to the underground palace, and the injury is irresistible..."

The fog in the mirror dissipated, revealing his true face, his face was like a crown of jade, but his temperament was somewhat sinister.

"Then how did you become the City God?"

Yang prison is interested.

"The reason why my underground palace was built in such a remote and desolate place on Longyuan Road is because, long before that, I got this City God Tablet..."

"Zhang Yuanzhu killed me, but he also made me perfect. He completely refined the city god's tablet. Unexpectedly, just when I was done, a cow-nosed old man came to the mausoleum..."

Speaking of this, Chen Xuanying looked ugly:

"He broke through my Xingzang. He was surprised at first, then shook his head, saying that I have talent but no virtue, and I can't be called a city god. With this bronze mirror, I have been suppressed for hundreds, hundreds of years!"

"Hundreds of years!"

Glancing at the crazy-looking Chen Xuanying in the bronze mirror, Yang Jue's heart moved slightly, and he knew that the old way he was talking about should be Sanxiao Sanren.

only……

"Then what does the old Taoist have to say?"

In the bronze mirror, Chen Xuanying seemed to be insane, and there was no temperament to speak of. After venting, she just replied with a sneer:

"That sanctimonious old miscellaneous hair said that the sky is about to change, planning big things, and has no time to kill me.

But I don't know that the tablet of the City God is not a Dao fruit, but a name recorded in the "Book of Heaven", and the gods split out. No matter how high his martial arts are, he has no supernatural powers, how could he kill me..."

"Planning something big?"

Ignoring Chen Xuanying's roar like a bitter woman, Yang Qiu was thoughtful, at this moment, the fainted ghost baby just woke up.

"I, you, you..."

As if aware of the changes in his body, the ghost baby's eyes were red with horror, and he finally realized something.

The violent temper was no longer there, and he was trembling, with an ugly smile on his small face, currying favor with all the ghosts and terrifying nightmares in front of him.

According to the legend, the person in front of me lives by 'eating ghosts'...

If it wasn't for the fact that he was still strangled on the back of his neck, he would have knelt down:
"Grandpa Kuixing, what do you want to know, the little one knows everything and can talk endlessly..."

"Hehe~"

In the bronze mirror, Chen Xuanying sneered and closed her eyes, not bothering to look at this shameless brat.

god……

Completely overwhelmed by the two freaks in his hands, Yang Jue suddenly had a deeper understanding of the "immortals and gods are not enough to worship, but they are just powerful "human beings" mentioned in Sanxiao Sanren's Tidal Theory.

The transformation of power, and sometimes, has nothing to do with the heart and spirit.

There may be gods in this world who catch the stars and chasing the moon, but there are more, perhaps, those "Chen Xuanying" who are suppressed by the Sanxiao Sanren, and even Nie Wendong can't stand it.

Turning his mind, Yang Yu asked:
"Are you familiar with those four monsters above Qi Feng Tian Bi Gao?"

This baby ghost was born with a demonic nature, ferocious and cunning, after being captured, he was almost silent, and suddenly spoke, it was definitely not without reason.

"……Yes."

The ghost baby trembled a little, the severe pain of being torn off a piece of the soul completely frightened him, carefully observed Yang Jue's face, and replied tremblingly:
"The little one has eyes but no eyes. I don't know that Grandpa Kuixing was in front of him. Before, before, he wanted to trick Grandpa into going to 'Tianbigao'..."

He dared not say the word "send to death".

Yang Ju could hear it naturally, but he was just a little curious. This ghost baby is not afraid of even a sloppy Taoist, so it would be a little fearful to mention 'heaven is taller'.

Even though the four of Feng Lei Yu Dian possess supernatural powers, they are still too far behind that unborn grand master.

When in doubt, just ask casually.

The ghost baby hesitated, but answered:

"The blood demon, the blood demon is in Tianbigao, he is going to hold the 'Ascension Fair' there, and wants to descend to the outside world..."

"Bloodfiend?!"

……

……

On Anding Road, to the west of Dongzhou, there is a mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles, among which the peaks are like forests, and there are many strange peaks and rocks.

And among the mountains, there is a peak that protrudes out, its size is only medium among the mountains, but it is as straight as a sword, piercing straight into the sky.

Seen from a distance, it seems that the sea of ​​clouds is halfway up the mountain, hence the name 'Tianbigao'.

woohoo~
The melodious sound of the flute floats in the sea of ​​clouds, far away.

On the edge of the [-]-foot-high cliff, Wang Muzhi sat cross-legged, playing his flute lightly, while the cold wind blew up his green shirt.

"Zhang Zhenren is a man of heaven and gods, and he is indeed a genius born in the Taoist sect. Compared with him, his style is much worse.

That's why Zhang Zhenren didn't even know about the 'dragon-shaped grass' falling on his back clothes..."

At a certain moment, Wang Muzhi pressed down on the flute and spoke softly:
"But you are not Zhang Zhenren, and I am not Feng Hao!"

"Huh~"

As his voice drifted, in the wind that was nothing at all, a person emerged out of nothing.

It was an evil young man in a blood robe, with a long sword on his waist, a writing brush in his hand, and cinnabar spots between his eyebrows.

"Zhang sloppy, he is indeed very human."

The blood-clothed youth threw away his writing brush, his smile was cold and weird:

"You seem to have a lot of respect for him..."

　Continue to code words, this time I will fight for three.

　
(End of this chapter)