The first cause of all realms

Chapter 472 How lucky? !
Qianlong opened his bow, with only one arrow, Yang Jue almost collapsed, which was too rare for him.

After the Earth-Shaking God Seed entered his soul, his energy was almost limitless, and it was the first time he felt tired. This feeling moved him a little.

However, this did not delay him from holding Feng Hao's 'soul' in his hands.

"you!"

Between the pinching of five fingers, Feng Hao was extremely frightened.

He is naturally not a person who is not afraid of death, otherwise, he would not be able to survive the pursuit of the sloppy Taoist and take refuge in the blood demon.

But before the ghost baby appeared and was caught by this hand, he was really fearless.

He who is listed in the book of the dead, his obsession is immortal, except for the blood demon, he is not afraid of anyone at all, what is a life and death?
As long as the illusion is reopened, he can still regain his physical body.

However, at this moment, the moment those five fingers grabbed him, he finally felt the fear. This palm was like a black hole, trying to devour his soul.

"ghost!"

Looking at this seemingly illusory soul body, Yang Yu was also very cautious.

He is not a bloodthirsty person, but in these years, the number of people who died by his hands is actually more than most ordinary people have ever seen.

From bandits to grandmasters, everyone has died, and I have never seen this kind of 'soul body'.

In fact, the person in front of him was special, he already knew it when he saw the person's fate for the first time.

After all, the fantasy land of immortals and demons is the past of the rubbings of heaven and earth, and all the living beings in it have perished, and those who perish have no fate...

What this means, he knows very well...

'Another sign of change?It is mentioned in the tide theory that after the sky changes, the soil where ghosts exist will reappear...'

With a thought in Yang Ju's mind, the long-awaited Zijin Gourd trembled, passed his palm impatiently, and opened its mouth wide.

"An, Brother An, save me!"

The shrill screams stopped abruptly.

In the eyes of everyone, the fog of his soul was snuffed out at once, but only Yang Jue could see clearly that this ghost was swallowed whole by the Zijin Swallowing Evil Gourd!
'Finally, I swallowed a ghost! '

Yang Jue even felt the groaning sound of Zijin Tunsha Treasure Gourd, and the little thing sat down in a corner contentedly, rolling back and forth...

"This……"

Looking at the mist that dissipated after being snuffed out by Yang Jue, Guiying's face turned pale.

Ate, ate, he really ate...

"died……"

Lu Qingting heaved a sigh of relief. Although he was a Taoist priest, he had never dealt with such things.

"Probably dead."

Yang Ju stretched out his fingers.

With his current physique, even when pulling this bow, his fingers can't bear it, which shows how powerful this bow is.

"Is this dead?"

Gu Qingyi was a little surprised, she looked at Lu Qingting, a little suspicious:
"This evil way is indeed tyrannical, but I'm afraid it won't be able to intervene in the confrontation between the patriarch and that blood demon..."

The rest of the people also looked at him.

It is true that after this battle, everyone has to admit that Fenghao is extremely powerful, and everyone is no match if they join forces. If it wasn't for Yang Qian's intrusion, they might not be able to escape.

But if it is said that this person can intervene in the battle between Wusheng and Shiduxian, everyone will never believe it.

"This matter..."

Lu Qingting hesitated to speak, but Yang Jue's heart skipped a beat, and the rest of them realized it later, but they all looked at the city gate.

At some point, a thick mist had already engulfed the city gate. On the tall gate tower, a young man dressed in blood stood with his hands behind his back.

"Hitting swallows all day long, unfortunately today I was pecked by a swallow..."

The calm voice seemed to be swept by a cold current, and everyone who heard it felt chills in their hearts, and the ghost baby had already shrunk into a ball.

"Fenghao's martial arts are indeed not enough to control my confrontation with that sloppy Zhang, but he is the ghost that I have spent many years awakening..."

The blood-clothed youth stood upright against the wind, his substantial eyes swept over everyone one by one, and finally landed on Yang Ju, deep and cold:
"Are you the judge?"

Judge?

Gu Qingyi's heart was shocked, and the rest of them approached Lu Qingting one after another as if they were facing an enemy. The latter shook his head and smiled wryly:
"The fog covered the whole city, and I couldn't escape..."

Can't escape...

Hearing this, everyone's expressions changed.

As the real species of each faction, the few people present naturally have their own arrogance, especially since they lived a thousand years ago, they have a faint sense of detachment.

But after this battle, I no longer have the slightest contempt in my heart, and I feel the pressure doubled when I face the blood demon again...

"Ten Capital Immortals."

Feng Wushuang's heart sank slightly.

"Yes or no, what difference does it make?"

Yang Yu remained calm and turned to look at Lu Qingting:

"Master Zhang, don't you always show up?"

"Um?!"

"Zhang Zhenren?"

"Grandfather?!"

Before the words were finished, everyone looked at Lu Qingting one after another. The latter gave a wry smile, straightened his back immediately, and his voice became old:
"How did Xiaoyou Yang see that the old man is here?"

The old voice echoed in the city.

At this moment, 'Lu Qingting''s appearance and posture did not change a bit, but the breath of the whole person had undergone earth-shaking changes.

It's just that the spine is stagnant, and an irresistible spirit is flooding everyone's heart.

Then, including Feng Wushuang, everyone felt certain in their hearts, and a sense of relief rushed to their hearts.

There is a kind, the sky collapses overnight, and there are human beings who can maintain the great stability of the sky.

This is certainly because of the indescribable stability and peace contained in this voice, and it is also because of the owner of this voice.

The life of that old Taoist is the backbone of Xuankong Mountain, the backbone of Taoism, and the backbone of martial arts.

"Ancestor!"

Gu Qingyi couldn't help bowing down.

"Master Zhang's deeds are beyond anyone's expectation. It's just that, according to legend, you will die when you die in old age. There is absolutely no reason why you let the younger generation charge forward and sit firmly on the Diaoyutai..."

Hearing the voice, Yang Jue was sure in his heart, and said with a smile:
"So, take a guess."

As said, Zhang Sloppy's whereabouts are really something that no human can spy on, even if he perceives the tyrannical and inhuman, he can't perceive his whereabouts.

However, upon seeing Xuankong Mountain, Long Yuanjian had already remembered this aura.

Before he entered the city, the Longyuan sword had been fully unsheathed, and it kept buzzing for a long time without falling off, constantly urging him to give up his supernatural powers to confront it...

but……

"Good boy, you know me well!"

Amid hearty laughter, Zhang Sloppy stroked his beard subconsciously, but found nothing. Where did Lu Qingting have a beard?
He was a little embarrassed, looking towards the top of the city:
"An Taoist, long time no see. How do you feel when you see the old Taoist?"

"Zhang sloppy!"

The blood-clothed youth's complexion sank, and he sneered again and again:

"People in the world say that you are sloppy and noble, but you still occupy the flesh shell of your disciples and grandchildren? Why, after a thousand years of hard work, you finally can't bear it, and you want to learn from me and resurrect your soul?"

"Thousands of years of loneliness, to you, it is suffering, pain, and deep despair, but to the old Taoist..."

Zhang Sloppy flicked his sleeve robe lightly, picked up the overjoyed descendants and grandchildren, he looked around, looked at the plants, trees, bricks and stones:
"This is the era of the old way..."

There was no trace of indignation in the old voice, but only a touch of nostalgia and peace from the heart.

"Here, there are the disciples of the old way, the old friends of the old way, the way and inheritance of the old way, and there are traces and sustenance of my life..."

The old man smiled:

"Compared with the sages who died in the years, how lucky is the old Taoist?"

"Lucky?!"

The blood-clothed Taoist's voice became extremely cold and stern, and the whole person's aura underwent a shocking change. The calmness in an instant turned into a turbulent wave that almost destroyed the world.

"You don't care if you don't live or die, and you feel so much pain that you don't want to live. How can you call it a ghost place in the endless purgatory? It's called luck?!"

intolerable!
The calmness of the old man deeply hurt An Taoist, his eyes seemed to be burning with blood flames, and the murderous intent pouring out almost froze the long street.

"An Taoist, you call yourself an immortal, but in fact, do you know what an immortal is?"

The old man shook his head slightly:
"For thousands of years, the old Taoist tried several times to pull you out of the 'lost me disaster', but unfortunately, your obsession is too deep..."

"Obsession?!"

Andoren interrupted the old Taoist's voice roughly, with a low voice:

"In 1000 years, how many people will become immortals? Maybe just one or two! I have this opportunity to be lucky, and I should have become immortals and become ancestors in the upcoming 'Tenth Tribulation of Yuan Shi'!"

"It's you! You interrupted my Immortal Ascension Banquet, ruined my flesh shell, and cut off half a page of my ghost book! It was you who forced me to 'go off fire' and 'lose me'. Now, what kind of good man are you here for? !"

"Ugh."

Faced with Andoren's fury, Zhang Sloppy sighed in a rare way:

"Good man, it's hard to do..."

"Old bastard! You are extremely shameless!"

Like a volcanic eruption that has accumulated for thousands of years, the blood that rose suddenly almost dyed the sky red, and the evil spirit that was so strong that it was almost overflowing was so real in front of everyone.

"So powerful?"

The sky was all red, and the chill was condensed, and the eyelids of several people in the city jumped wildly.

If it is said that a great master can form an army on one horse and rule the world, then a martial sage is to some extent a person who is the enemy of the country!

In the dozens of dynasties in the past 600 years, apart from the current world, the Martial Saint is an existence known as the land god!
In one life, there may not be one person!
"Ten Capital Immortals..."

With such power, even Yang Yu couldn't calm down in his heart, the aura of the blood Taoist in front of him was almost no more overwhelming than Zhang Xuanba in Liuji Mountain.

That is, Henry Zhang among the ten thousand armies!

Zhang Xuanba, who has achieved great success in the army, is an unrivaled warrior who can lead an army to fight against two martial sages and win them all as a young martial sage!
"Your supernatural power is to live for death. You can seize the person who killed you when you must die. This time, you can achieve sick longevity.

Holding the book of the underworld in your hand allows you to use this supernatural power to the extreme.Unfortunately, there is no unbreakable supernatural power in this world..."

Facing the shocking roar of his old opponent, Zhang Sloppy looked calm and calm.

He took a nostalgic glance at the world he had lived in for hundreds of years, the illusion he had held on to for thousands of years, patted his chest lightly, and sighed softly:
"Xiao Lu, the Patriarch is sorry for you..."

In the chest, Lu Qingting's voice came out:
"How lucky is the disciple to be able to fight side by side with the Patriarch?!"

　Good night everyone, go to bed early.Good brother's new book "Taihao Gold Medal", a half-step to kill the scriptures, ten years of sharpening a sword, a good book for immortals.

　
(End of this chapter)