The first cause of all realms

Chapter 50 Rapid Progress

Blood and snow splash!
Looking at the headless body that fell heavily, everyone present was stunned.

No one expected that at the last moment, someone would come out and kill Shi Kai with just one blow.

Tan Hong, who was killed and bruised all over his body, was overjoyed, but the followers of the Liansheng Sect were shocked and couldn't believe it.

"It's dangerous, it's dangerous..."

Yang Jue leaned on the knife and knelt down, his chest heaving.

This knife, whether it's timing, angle, or strength, he almost reached his limit at this time.

However, if Wang Wu hadn't held back Shi Kai's fist, this punch would have pierced his chest, and even killed him!
With his strength at this time, it is still too reluctant to face the bloody warriors, even if it is a sneak attack, there is a huge danger.

"Second helmsman!"

"He, they killed the co-helmsman!"

"Kill! Kill them and avenge the deputy helmsman!"

After a brief silence, the disciples of the Liansheng Sect were boiling, and accompanied by the sound of shouting and killing, they rushed towards the two Yang prisons.

Unlike bandits who would collapse if their leader was killed, the followers of the Liansheng Sect were even more crazy, even at this time, they still wanted to fight.

Yang Jue was startled, grabbed the knife in his hand, and rushed forward regardless of the bleeding wound on his back.

"Whoo~"

Amid the long inhalation sound, Wang Wu stood up again, and with the sound of his muscles and bones exploding like a cannonball, he rushed forward with a grinning grin:

"If you don't go, then don't go!"

"kill!"

Tan Hong was originally killed with bruises all over his body. Seeing that everyone rushed to kill him, he fought hard and killed him from behind.

"what!"

Are these believers of the Liansheng Sect really brave and fearless? After being randomly killed by Wang Wuyitong, who forced his internal energy, they still collapsed and fled.

"Stop chasing!"

Yang Qiu subconsciously wanted to chase, but was stopped by Wang Wu.

It was only then that he realized that the face of this strong man, who was as bloody as an ox, was already pale, and he could hardly stand upright.

"My internal organs are injured..."

After only half a sentence, Wang Wu fell to the ground, took out several bottles and cans, swallowed them all without looking at them, and began to heal his wounds cross-legged.

"Lian Sheng teaches..."

Looking at the corpses all over the place, Yang Jue's expression was not good.

This group of congregation seems to be weaker than normal fighters, but they are not afraid of death when they fight.

After the death of the leader, he died seventy to eighty percent before he began to collapse. This kind of will made his scalp tingle involuntarily.

"grown ups…"

Limping, Tan Hong staggered and thought about coming over. This expert in the second exchange of blood is really embarrassed at this time.

I don't know how many knives were in his body. At first glance, it looks like it was fished out of blood.

After walking a few steps, he still fell and could only sit down cross-legged, gritted his teeth.

And the rest of the Xiangyongs were already completely dead. At a glance, the corpses all over the ground did not know which ones were them.

On the contrary, Yan Shoutian, who wanted to die, was seriously injured and fainted, leaving his life instead.

Seeing Tan Hong who was covered with scars, a burning pain suddenly rushed from his whole body.

After the blood energy subsided, Yang Jue realized that the knife he was hit was not much less than Tan Hong's, but it didn't hurt the vitals.

His iron crotch kungfu is close to the third level, from the hips to the back of the shoulders. Without this hard kung fu, he might not be able to move.

"call!"

The corner of Yang Jue's mouth twitched, and he took out the iron ball from his pocket, without looking at it, he swallowed it wholeheartedly.

Waves of heat surged up, and the bottomed out physical strength slowly recovered, and the injury seemed to have eased a lot.

"Is there any use for healing?"

Yang Ju's spirit trembled slightly.

When he took out again, he found nothing. This time when he went out of the city, he brought seven or eight catties of iron beads, but at this time, he had already eaten them all.

If you want to eat again, you have to eat soil...

There was nothing to say all night, until the sky was dark and the cold was at its worst, Tan Hong and Wang Wuer woke up one after another.

I was seeing Yang Qiu and the pale Yan Shoutian directing the old and weak women and children in the cottage to pack up the corpses and sundries.

"He wasn't hurt?"

Tan Hong beat his stiff hands and feet, feeling a little dazed.

He clearly remembered that Yang prison had no fewer knives than himself, so why did he seem to be fine?
"Could this kid also be gifted?"

Wang Wu also had a shock in his heart, but his vision was higher than Tan Hong's, and what he thought of was his physique.

The same rice feeds hundreds of kinds of people, and people are not the same.

This difference became more and more obvious after changing blood, but he knew that there were some physiques in this world that were different from ordinary people.

For example, the general 'Wei Zhengxian' in Qingzhou, it is said that he was born with supernatural power, and not long after he exchanged blood, his arms already have the strength of four elephants.

There are even legends that he has not practiced hard work, but his body is as strong as steel, he is not afraid of being cut by a sword, he is not afraid of cold and heat, and he will not be burned in a fire!
He suspects that Yang Jue probably has a similar physique.

Yang prison didn't sleep all night.

Not only for healing, but also to guard against these old and weak women and children in the cottage.

It is true that they came to suppress the bandits, but their arrival did not make their situation better, or even worse.

Usually not obvious, but they were seriously injured, but it was different.

In fact, he originally wanted to mobilize his inner energy to meditate and heal his wounds, but he saw those complicated and even hateful eyes inadvertently.

Just a sleepless night.

"How is your injury?"

Yang Ju walked over quickly.

"Shi Kai's 'Tiger Might Fist' has been practiced to the point of proficiency. I was punched when my energy and blood were declining, and my internal organs were damaged. I have to rest for at least half a year..."

Wang Wu's complexion was not very good, it was half injured, half sad.

Blood-changing warriors are naturally more difficult to be injured than ordinary people, but once injured, it takes a long time to recuperate.

Like Wang Fobao, he was injured by the 'melting blood finger', if there is no panacea, the recuperation time should be in years.

"Half a year, so long?"

Yang Jue frowned.

He didn't expect Wang Wu's injury to be so serious.

"That's too much to say."

Wang Wu stood up slowly, looking at the cottage where the smell of blood lingered for a long time, feeling a little sad:

"They're all dead..."

According to the information he collected, besides the principal, the second deputy and the three rudder masters, the Liansheng Sect had only twenty or so preachers, and half of them were in the outer city.

But who knows, in this battle alone, he killed more than [-] blood-changing believers.

That's the information he wanted from the six doors...

……

For the next ten days or so, no matter whether Wang Wu wanted to or not, they had to stay to heal their wounds.

Just because he was worried that the people of Liansheng Sect would come to retaliate, he didn't stay in the cottage, but went to the cave in the back mountain.

This cave was dug out by bandits in order to avoid the encirclement and suppression. It extends in all directions, and it is suitable for the three of them to hide temporarily.

Wang Wu and the other two men were recovering from their wounds, but they were not seen for many days.

Yang prison was not idle either, he searched all over the cottage, set up a cauldron in the cave, and brought in the medicinal materials that were supposed to be shared by more than a dozen people when they returned to the city.

The medicated bath began.

"The second blood change is not far from me, but the third blood change is the threshold, the blood is like a cow..."

In the scalding liquid medicine, Yang Jue soothed his spirit.

After a big battle, especially seeing the whole story of Wang Wu and Shi Kai's battle, his desire for power surged in his heart.

In the cave, an old man with a goatee carefully added firewood to fan the fire, while explaining the basics of 'Daowen' to Yang Yu.

This old man is actually a teacher who was robbed by those bandits. Last night when Yang Yu re-inspected, he inadvertently asked him, only then did he know that this old man actually knew some basics of Daoism.

"From Emperor Qin's unification of characters to our Ming Dynasty, in the 3000 years, a lot of characters have been added and deleted, but Daoist texts have not changed much. Therefore, as long as you learn the characters of the previous dynasty and the essence of Daoist texts, you can learn without a teacher."

The old man used simple and easy-to-understand vocabulary, for fear that the old man who murdered and beheaded across the street would not understand.

"Emperor Qin..."

Yang Ju thought thoughtfully, and said lightly:
"Just write down the Daowen you know one by one. My memory is very good. Don't try to fool me!"

There are many specious places between this world and his previous life, but they are only specious. This Emperor Qin is naturally not the Emperor Qin he thought.

But these are not important, he cares more about Daowen.

"Don't dare, don't dare!"

The old man didn't even dare to speak.

Use charcoal to write down the Taoist texts you know on the cave wall, explain them one by one, and compare them.

He had planned to take the trouble to explain over and over again.

But what shocked him was that this murderous person in his eyes had improved so fast that he was dumbfounded. In just half a day, he had already memorized all three thousand passages!

"Ghosts and gods... Kuixing rank map..."

Waving his hand to tell the old man to go back, Yang Jue's eyes flickered slightly, with a smile:
"It should be the 'Ghost Rank Map of the Ten Capitals'!"

(End of this chapter)