The first cause of all realms

Chapter 468 Immortal of the Ten Capitals, Mr. An, the Blood Demon!

The blood-clothed youth stood in the wind, and the wind seemed to be no longer so fierce, and the only thing that was silent on the edge of the cliff was the voices of two people talking.

Wang Muzhi glanced at him lightly:
"if not?"

"Ok?"

The blood-clothed youth narrowed his eyes.

"Mr. An compares himself to a fairy, but the few words about you in later generations will also denigrate you as a blood demon. Daoist Zhang is sloppy and unkempt, but even after a thousand years, he is still a 'land fairy' that people talk about..."

Wang Muzhi played with the flute, neither salty nor salty:
"If you don't admire him, is it possible that you are admired?"

"Hahaha! Mr. Wang is worthy of being the great master of later generations. Compared with those around me who only know how to flatter and flatter, he has too much backbone."

The blood-clothed youth clapped his hands and laughed, but in an instant, it turned into an indifference that seemed to freeze the air:

"But you're not afraid of An, take out your bones and make soup?"

Wang Muzhi looked calm:
"Speaking of which, Wang ignited the life map for a long time, but he was unable to step through the fourth step, so he really wanted to see it.

After Mr. An has stepped through the "Four Steps to Immortal", after being promoted to the "Blood Spirit", what incredible power does he have. "

call!
It seems that there is a cold current that freezes everything, and the air of murder pervades the surroundings, and the chirping of mosquitoes among the mud, sand, grass and trees has disappeared.

"It seems that Mr. Wang is really not afraid of death..."

The blood-clothed youth shook his head slightly, restrained his sharpness, and sat down on the ground:

"Actually, An Mou has admiration for that slovenly piece, and it's not true, it's Lu Chen, Bodhidharma, and Zhang sloppy who have some admiration..."

Wang Muzhi remained silent.

His luck was extremely bad. When he first entered the illusion, he landed on the top of Tianbigao Mountain. First, he fought fiercely with the four great monsters of wind, thunder, rain and electricity all day and night.

Afterwards, he met this Shidu Immortal who had crossed four steps to becoming an Immortal and became a Martial Saint.

"Four steps to becoming a martial sage, four steps to becoming an immortal. After Zhang Sloppy became a 'martial saint', it is indeed no less than the four steps to becoming an immortal. I have been promoted to the 'blood spirit' of the ten capitals..."

The blood-clothed youth flicked his fingers and sighed slightly:
"With such a character, why hasn't An thought of being a friend with him, instead of sitting and talking, drinking and having fun? But he insists on my death, what can I do..."

Wang Muzhi looked at the sea of ​​clouds, his mind was concentrated, without any distracting thoughts:
"Do you believe Mr. An himself?"

"Do not believe."

The blood-clothed youth shook his head helplessly, changed the subject, and took out a piece of crystal jade:
"Mr. Wang can recognize this thing?"

"Resin drips from the 'Amber' that has been buried underground for many years."

Wang Muzhi glanced at the piece of jade.

Among the light yellow jade, there is a mosquito struggling hard, but it freezes before death, lifelike and extremely painful.

"At this moment, I am like that mosquito, struggling desperately, but I just want to break free...

1000 Two hundred years, the illusion arises and dies six times, and the pain in it is really inhumane. "

The blood-clothed youth sighed:
"An Mou doesn't want much, as long as Mr. Wang helps me get rid of the barrier. It doesn't matter whether it's the Sword of the Seven Tribulations or the leftover pages of the Ming Book, you can take it."

His voice was gentle, no longer aggressive, but Wang Muzhi didn't lift his eyelids, and it was still the same sentence:

"Do you believe Mr. An himself?"

"letter."

The blood-clothed youth nodded seriously.

"Illusionary land of immortals and demons is miraculous to say the least, but in fact, it is just a 'fantasy' imprinted by heaven and earth when a certain person's spirit merged with heaven and earth at a certain moment.

Whether it is you or Daoist Zhang, you have already perished in the past after all, if you want to come out of this illusion, it is almost equivalent to changing your fate against the sky..."

Wang Muzhi also sighed:
"Therefore, you will definitely not be able to do it by yourself. Even if you are fully prepared, you still need the help of me and other outsiders..."

Having said that, he paused slightly, seeing that the blood-clothed youth's expression remained unchanged, he said just now:
"You want to use your body to bring back your soul, but you are unwilling to find someone casually, so you force me to stay in Tianbigao, but you still don't do it.

In addition, you probably still want to compete with Zhang Zhenren, this is your unwilling obsession..."

Even if you have obsessions, what if you wake up and know that you are in an illusion?

Illusion, after all, is an illusion.

Unless the world changes drastically, he will never believe that anyone can change their fate against the sky and live a new life, even if it is a martial sage, even if it is a ten capital immortal!
This has nothing to do with supernatural powers and cultivation, it is not allowed by heaven and earth!

clap clap~
The young man in blood clapped his hands and sighed:

"As expected of a great master of martial arts who is about to become a martial sage, Mr. Wang has a clear understanding of An Mou's thoughts, but you still said that you missed something."

"Oh?"

Wang Muzhi raised his eyebrows.

"Half of the remaining pages of the book of the underworld are in my hands. All the outsiders who come to the illusion, no matter how they hide, are nothing more than observing the patterns in the palm of my hand.

There is no choice..."

The blood-clothed youth smiled slightly, and said the names of outsiders one by one.

"Wang Muzhi, Yang Yu, Feng Wushuang, Chu Tianyi, Gu Qingyi, Lu Qingting, Tie Tafa... Excluding the few who died, there are a total of 23 people. Among them, eleven Dao fruits, no, eleven supernatural powers host……

Is it or is it not? "

'Is it really in his hands that the remaining pages of the book of the underworld are in his hands? '

Wang Muzhi's eyelids twitched, and his expression finally changed.

Until the person in front of him read the names of all the outsiders, he did not believe that the remaining pages of the book of the underworld were really in the hands of this person.

There is no other reason. The root of this fairyland is the talisman set up by the sloppy Taoist, and the talisman suppresses the broken pages of the book of the underworld, as well as the blood demon who claims to be an 'immortal' in front of him.

Even if it is suppression, how can it be possible to suppress the remaining pages of the book of the underworld and this blood demon together?
"Among these people, is there anyone Mr. Wang knows or cares about?"

Looking at Wang Muzhi, the blood-clothed youth smiled:
"It can't be a coincidence that so many masters of supernatural powers came here at once, perhaps, this is another plot left by that sloppy Taoist?

It's a pity that a chick is a chick, and even twenty Xu is not necessarily as good as Mr. Wang alone. However, they are all here. If you don't invite them for a light meal, others will say that An's hospitality is not good enough. "

Wang Muzhi frowned in thought and ignored him.

The blood-clothed youth didn't take it seriously, and continued to say to himself:

"Actually, even in ancient legends, the matter of reviving one's soul through body borrowing is rare. A certain real immortal at the top of the cave has also fallen into this level. Mr. Wang thinks highly of An..."

Wang Muzhi remained silent.

"Calculate the time, the person who should come should also come."

The blood-clothed youth stood up with a smile, swayed his sleeves lightly, and walked slowly towards the main hall at the top of Tianbi Peak:
"Before a big battle, you always have to have a full meal. Would you like to join me, Mr. Wang?"

"Mr. An, have you ever thought about..."

This is, a voice came from behind, and the blood-clothed youth stopped:
"what?"

Wang Muzhi smiled:
"You can't beat Daoist Zhang alive, but if you die, can you?"

Call ~
The blood-clothed youth turned around, with no smile on his face, only indifference, and a fierce and fierce look hidden in his eyes:

"Then, let's wait and see!"

　Really stuck autistic, didn't say anything, good night everyone, Gouzi faced the wall and thought about it. "The beginning was forced to join the King Kong Temple"

Ning Chuan passed through.

When he woke up, he found that he had been abducted and sold as a slave in a huge temple.

And this temple is also a bit fierce.

On the bright side, they are the leaders of the right way in Qingzhou County. In fact, each monk does not eat fast or recite the Buddha.

In this temple, Ning Chuan was very uneasy.

In order to save the dog's life, he could only temporarily compromise and join the Kongo Temple.

Fortunately, he suddenly awakened the system at this time. As long as he touches others, he can randomly paste part of the other party's power.

In the King Kong Temple, he has both sources, like a fish in water.

Until one day, Ning Chuan suddenly realized that he seemed...invincible?
　
(End of this chapter)