The first cause of all realms

Chapter 581 Want to become the master of a hundred lives!
"Yang Prison!!!"

Behind him, there was a roar, and Li Dao was furious.

On the long street, Yang Ju shook his head slightly, but he didn't care too much, he just glanced at the white light in the purple gold gourd,
With a clear heart:

"Sure enough, there is a difference in the number of people's fate. The closer it is to the fate, the harder it is to shake it. On the contrary, it is much easier..."

Unlike martial arts, which have the guidance of predecessors and the practice of supernatural powers, Yang Jue couldn't find any classics, because the practice of any kind of supernatural powers is not the same.

Therefore, Yang Qiu has been groping alone all these years.

Forging the body requires cultivating a kind of earth and stone power that has been absorbed to a very high level, and for the supernatural power of shaking the earth, it is necessary to constantly fight fiercely with people.

Tongyou requires constant contact, changes, and control of more fates.

"I don't know if it will be successful..."

Thoughts moved in his heart, Yang Qiu was looking forward to it.

As the tide rises and the sky is about to change, more and more Dao fruits have been born, so the supernatural masters are still rare.

It's just because it's extremely difficult to meet the pre-threshold for the Taoist sect to recognize the master...

If the fate is changed this time, the big black dog can really recognize the master of the "white-haired god dog" Dao fruit, it is not just as simple as he has an extra "demon dog".

It also means that he can create masters of supernatural powers in batches in the future!
Call ~
A little air flow dissipated, and the rest of the scene followed, looking towards Liuhe Building, with a dignified expression:
"This breath..."

"This person is Daoist Li of the Seven Killing Shrine. He is near the end of his life, and he has a request for me. I don't need to pay attention to it for the time being."

Yang Ju restrained his thoughts.

Li Daoren's martial arts are not inferior to Li Baihu's, but he has no supernatural powers, and secondly, he seldom fights with others, so if he really fights, he won't be a big threat to him.

"Li Taoist..."

Yu Jing frowned slightly, thought for a while, and then remembered that there seemed to be such a number one person in the world, but it was more than 120 years ago that this old guy became famous.

Still alive? !
"This person is proficient in Buddhism and Taoism, and has an unimaginable lightness kung fu. He has almost never fought against anyone, so he has a long life..."

Yang Yu explained.

The lifespan of a blood-changing warrior is not necessarily longer than that of ordinary people, and in a sense, it is even shorter than that of ordinary people.

The human body is originally a consumable, as long as it is alive, it will be worn out all the time, let alone decades of intense martial arts practice.

Even if there are all kinds of pills tonic, in the past and present, there are only a few people with a life span of more than two hundred.

And most of them are masters of Buddhism and Taoism.

These high-level Taoists and Buddhist great virtues lived in the deep mountains, practiced quietly, and rarely fought with others, so they lived a very long life.

As for ordinary people...

Even if you can survive natural disasters, man-made disasters, and all kinds of diseases, you will inevitably be entangled in the trivial matters of your parents, working hard, and seeming to have a short life.

"An old monster of three sixty years old..."

Yu Jing still felt a little apprehensive.

The melting pot of qi and blood is a major hurdle in martial arts. Before this hurdle, even if the talent is extraordinary, the qi and blood will decrease with age. If the melting furnace is [-]%, it can be stabilized.

Therefore, a grand master who has lived for three years, even if his talent is average, his long-term accumulation should not be underestimated.

Not to mention the great masters, how many mediocre ones are there?

"I've lived for a long time, so I can beat him before he sees it. If he makes trouble, I will deal with it myself. It just so happens that after a year of rest, my muscles and bones are itchy..."

Taking a glance at Liuhe Building from the corner of the eye, Yang Qian walked away from the long street slowly.

Yu Jing frowned slightly, but also stepped up to keep up, reporting for him the major events that happened on the Northwest Road these days.

In the past year, Northwest Road has been full of ups and downs.

Not only the local martial arts sects that closed the mountains to avoid the war, but also masters from nearby Daozhou flocked here, and even masters from Sirius and Dali Dynasty appeared.

The gathering of so many masters, even if there is no reason, conflicts are very likely to break out, let alone with Tai Sui in front?

As a result, in the past year, many more masters died in the Northwest Road than in the wars in the past ten years.

There is even a great master who died on a barren mountain.

"The old demon is probably harboring evil intentions. If it is as rumored that a piece of Tai Sui's minced meat is comparable to a high-quality panacea, it is impossible for this news to spread."

Yu Jing's expression is serious:
"The day before yesterday, the Great Elder of the Diancang Sword Sect died in the wilderness of Lizhou. He was the second Great Grand Master to die since last year..."

Speaking of this, his expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help but glanced at Yang Yu:
"There are rumors in the world that he died under the 'ba fist'..."

"Die from bullying punches?"

Yang Ju was taken aback for a moment, noticing that his eyes were wrong:
"What else?"

"He was beaten to death with a heavy hand, and his head was pressed into the chest cavity..."

Yu Jing looked strange.

If he hadn't known that Yang Yu hadn't left within a hundred miles of the Northwest Dao City for a year, he would have almost thought that the one in front of him was the one who did it.

There are very few great masters in this world who are proficient in Baquan.

Moreover, the person in front of him has used similar methods before...

Yang Jue recalled, a little dumbfounded:
"You don't suspect that I did it, do you?"

"Similar rumors are rampant."

Yu Jing waved his hand, of course he would not doubt Yang Qiu, but:

"I suspect that the continuous fighting for more than a year has something to do with the old demon of Montenegro! In recent years, disasters outside the Great Wall have been severely affected. It is said that millions of people froze to death in last year's winter alone!"

"They are very likely to commit crimes!"

The battle between countries is far more than just on the battlefield. In fact, the killing of masters within their borders is also an important part of the previous wars between countries.

"That old demon must have another purpose..."

Yang Jue nodded, and was about to speak when his heart suddenly trembled, and the eyes of the sky urged him.

hum~
In an instant, Yang Jue's eyes pierced through the long street, the wind and snow, the city wall, the human body...

Under the eyes of the sky, everything is invisible and unstoppable.

Baizhang, ten miles, hundred miles...

In a blink of an eye, Yang Jue had already seen a hundred miles away.

I saw a man coming on a horse in the wind and snow all over the sky, his speed was extremely fast, and his expression was anxious.

And this person is actually,
"Zhao Kun?"

Yang Ju frowned slightly.

The day after he was sure that Taoist Mantra was fine, Lin Daoren took Zhao Kun away, and there was no news for more than a year...

This is?

……

……

escape!
escape!
escape!
The cold wind is blowing, the snow is flying, and the cruelty of the winter is vividly displayed when the horses are galloping.

Hou Yang's long hair was frozen by the cold, but Zhao Kun's forehead and back were sweating uncontrollably.

"Uncle Master..."

Zhao Kun gritted his teeth tightly, he rode the horse with one hand, and tightly covered his chest with the other hand, the black package was like a living thing.

boom!
The huge muffled sound echoed in the snow sky.

A few miles behind Zhao Kun, a group of people galloped wildly on horses. This group of people had swords in their hands, and they were all sitting on high-quality dragon horses, and their speed was extremely fast.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhao Kun's horse was carefully selected from the Northwest Road Ranch, it would have been overtaken by now.

However, running ahead of everyone and chasing the fiercest one is not Ryoma, but a person!

It was a bearded, tall and burly man, his whole body was covered with blood, and he was striding down the mountain like a tiger, extremely ferocious.

His speed far exceeds that of dragon horses, driven by energy and blood, every step he takes, there will be an explosion like a thunderbolt, and the snow and sand will explode under his feet.

The wilderness passed by his side at a high speed, and the dust and silt entangled behind him, like a dragon in the wind and snow, roaring and rushing to kill.

Li Xu Zhiyao away, Zhao Kun only felt like a glow on his back.

"Old miscellaneous hair, hand over your things, and leave your whole body!"

Roaring like thunder, resounding through the snow field.

Zhao Kun didn't say a word, and desperately urged the horsepower, the mouth of the fixed dragon horse was full of white foam.

"Leave Tai Sui, and spare you!"

"Stop quickly, or if we catch up with you, you will be torn to pieces!"

"stay!"

Seeing the looming city wall in the distance, the roar of horseshoes behind them was unstoppable.

boom!
Amidst the huge muffled sound, the burning blood boiled, and the already extremely fast speed of the big man suddenly soared.

The turbulent blood flowed out of his body, making the sound of water flowing. If someone got a little closer, he could even see the dense blood droplets overflowing from his body surface.

"court death!"

Amidst the loud shouts, the big man stretched out his hand suddenly, took the long spear thrown from a distance by the person behind him, and threw it with all his strength when his blood was soaring!

boom!
The sound of the explosion resounded through the wilderness and the snowy sky.

At this moment, [-]% of the man's majestic blood energy was gone, and the spear became hot as if it had been burned in red, piercing through the air wave in an instant.

"not good!"

Zhao Kun's heart was beating wildly, and he steered his horse to dodge without thinking, but he didn't think that the horse was already extremely tired after running all the way.

boom!
The dragon horse landed heavily, splashing a large amount of snow.

And the long spear just happened to pass by, and with a bang, it flew away far away.

"Hahaha!"

There was a grinning sound behind him.

Falling into the snow, Zhao Kun, whose heart was cold, suddenly stopped turning over to escape.

"Brothers, tear up this old bastard!"

After one throw, the big man was exhausted, many knights had surpassed him, and chased after Zhao Kun who had fallen from his horse.

"Sorry!"

The shrill horse hissed suddenly, and the group of people who were chasing at high speed froze in place like insects frozen by the wind and snow.

"Um?!"

The big man was startled for a moment, and then his pupils shrank violently.

Amidst the howls and falling to the ground, he felt his hair stand on end, as if his body was covered with dense iron broad beans.

His throat squirmed, and a chill ran down his spine.

On the wasteland, before everyone, there was a figure dressed in white at some point.

He is not tall, has no sword on his body, and just stands there with his hands empty, but in the eyes of him, others, and even many dragons and horses.

It's like a divine mountain towering above the sky, standing in front of it, blocking all directions and possibilities.

As a result, the dragon horse retreated and fell to the ground tragically.

"Is this Tai Sui?"

Lightly glanced at the trembling Jianghu warrior, Yang Jue opened the black package.

Under the snowy light, this large group of squirming flesh and blood emitted colorful and magnificent light.

However, at this moment, no one dared to take another look.

"It's disgusting..."

　I went out for a meal, it was a bit late, so I continued to type...

　
(End of this chapter)