The first cause of all realms

Chapter 591 The Wrath of Yang Prison!
boom!
Like a thunderbolt blasting in the air, the goshawk, which had never stopped for seven consecutive days and nights, finally wailed and fell to the sky under this huge fluctuation.

"Um?!"

Lin Daoren's reaction was extremely fast, he pressed his palm suddenly, and the surging true energy flowed in, and with strong control, he stabilized the unbalanced goshawk.

Looking up again, the pupils couldn't help shrinking.

I saw Yang's prison clothes and hair all stretched out, his face was red, his hot and surging blood was surging, he suddenly opened his mouth and coughed up a mouthful of dirty blood.

"Desperate?!"

Lin Daoren was terrified, he didn't dare to be negligent, deep in his hands, one in front and one in back, he tapped on the big acupuncture points all over Yang Yu's body, trying to calm his Qi and blood.

He was stopped by raising his hand.

Exhausting his whole life's strength, Yang Jusheng suppressed the roar that almost burst through his chest, the red in his eyes almost covered his pupils...

"you?!"

Lin Daoren was startled.

Fighting side by side for seven days and nights, he had never seen such huge ups and downs in Yang Ju's mood, even when he was surrounded by the Flying Eagles and Arrows, he never lost his composure.

This is……

"nothing……"

Confiding in a hoarse voice, Yang Jue took a deep breath and closed his eyes:

"Fall down."

This sentence is for Goshawk.

uh~
The latter's long cry was filled with relief, without any hesitation, he swooped down into the distant sky, and fell into the boundless mountains under the cover of the wind and snow.

"In the end what happened?"

Before landing, Lin Daoren couldn't bear it anymore, and his intuition told him that something big must have happened.

"Nie Longtian's target is me, but you can't be careless..."

Yang Qiu didn't answer, but stretched out his hand, and pushed Lin Daoren and the healing pill in his hand down into the air.

The latter was seriously injured and defenseless, so he was caught off guard and pushed into the forest.

"you?!"

Lin Daoren staggered to the ground and stared angrily. No matter how slow he was, he also realized the problem:
"Yes, something happened to the teacher?!"

There was no answer, and with Yang Jue's palm pressing, the goshawk, which was already extremely exhausted, could only whine and soar into the sky again.

"Yang Prison!"

Lin Daoren was terrified and furious, and chased across the wind and snow. However, not to mention his seriously injured body, even though he was intact, how could he catch up to the goshawk that was hundreds of feet above the sky.

With a low growl, he ran into the wind and snow.

"Montenegro old demon!"

The strong wind couldn't blow away the four characters that popped out from between Yang Ju's teeth. In the fierce wind and snow, he pressed his hands on his chest, tightly suppressing the grief and fury in his heart.

However, the scenes he saw through Mingshu seemed to be frozen in his mind, and the killing intent surging in his heart almost broke through the top of the head!

It was the same severe blizzard. On the wasteland, the huge city was like a giant beast lying between the sky and the earth, with its tongue tightly shut.

And in front of the high city gate, the old Taoist with white beard and hair was crucified on the city wall, and the sticky and hot blood dyed the wind and snow red...

"Real..."

Drops of blood squeezed out from between his tightly clenched fingers, Yang Jue felt his body tremble a little, and great sorrow welled up in his heart.

Alone in a foreign land, he was always filled with anxiety and apprehension that ordinary people could not understand.

In the more than ten years of martial arts, he was on the road of fighting except fighting with others. The past year or so was the most peaceful time he came to this world.

That's what the old man got by threatening his life...

And at this moment...

In the undulating chest, a fierce flame was burning, Yang Ju closed his eyes tightly, breathing more and more heavily, and his voice was extremely hoarse:
"Little devil."

"Master Kuixing..." In the remaining pages of the book of the underworld, Guiying responded anxiously, feeling great terror.

"Fate can't be judged by oneself. I promise you to read the book of the underworld and have a look. How long will my lifespan be?"

"what?!"

The ghost baby paled in horror, panic in his voice:

"Kui, Master Kuixing, you, you want to..."

"I want to kill!"

……

……

Huhu~
The wind and snow mixed with gunpowder smoke slowly spread, and inside and outside the northwest city, it was dead silent.

Not to mention Wu Changbai and others, even the big boss and Zhao Xuanyi also turned pale, and everyone's gazes were directed towards the front of the city gate.

In the transparent blood hole in the front and back, it seems that the internal organs and spine can be seen. The man of truth staggered to the ground, covering his face with messy hair.

There was a momentary burning fire of fate, which gradually dissipated.

In front of him, Taoist Yunni's sleeves were rolled up, and the talisman lights all over his body kept collapsing and scattered, turning into stars and scattered, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

His control of the timing is naturally exquisite. However, this old demon's methods are too tyrannical, and at such a critical moment, he can strike back...

"What a 'If you win my life, you will have me', this style of rebellious Sanshou is really not inferior to Baquan. If you don't hurt the source, it is really possible to exchange one of my lives..."

Amidst the drifting gunpowder smoke and dust, amidst the voice that was so calm that everyone felt hopeless, two arms stretched out.

No, not right.

A left hand pinched the broken right arm and stretched out.

Both lose...

Seeing this scene, the inside and outside of the city became angry. If such an earth-shattering blow could not hurt him at all, it would be too terrifying.

However, before this thought even flashed by, everyone's eyes changed again.

pat~
In the dust, the old demon just casually held the severed arm towards the wound, and a horrifying scene happened.

It can be seen with the naked eye that there are dense granulation sprouts on the wound of his severed arm, which did not leave any blood, and it lasted for a few breaths.

The severed arm has been spliced, and its appearance is smooth, as if there is no injury at all!

crackling~
The old demon slowly twisted his arms, making a teeth-stinging sound of muscles and bones rubbing against each other. His eyes swept over, and the noise, which was not much at all, completely disappeared.

quiet!
In the dead silence, despair rose uncontrollably in someone's heart.

"This old demon..."

Seeing this scene, the big boss's forehead was covered with sweat, his heart was yellow, and he couldn't help fiddling with the copper plate in his palm.

With Xie Qihu in front of him, he was trembling all over, but he still devoted his attention to fiddling with the copper plate in the palm of his boss.

"It's such a small trick, why show it off? It's not just your arm that's broken..."

The old and weak voice came, it was the mantra.

His state was extremely bad, and the internal organs seemed to have stopped wriggling in the hollow space before and after the hole.

But on his pale face, there was a smile:

"You are not as good as Xuan Ba, there are too many!"

"is it?"

The old demon raised his eyelids slightly: "Although there are only three moves in the fight, you should also know that one thought of this seat is [-]% mysterious..."

"If you can't beat one, you can't beat seven..."

Rejecting Taoist Yunni's support, the old Taoist fell to the ground, showing no resignation or cowardice, but a faint smile:
"Your balance is broken, but do you still dare to stay in Guanzhong?"

As soon as the voice fell, the emotion on the face of the Montenegro old demon completely disappeared, replaced by an indifference that could make anyone feel chilled.

"The man of truth..."

He repeated it, taking the name to heart.

It's not so much the two of them fighting each other, it's better to say that they each changed their moves, and that style of Rebelling Fate Sanshou has the mystery of not inferior to Baquan.

It seemed that it was his own arm that was broken, but in fact, it broke the balance of his divided seven thoughts, and in this way, messed up his mind.

It's hard to say that both sides were injured, but he was indeed injured...

"The sky is about to change, and the time will not wait for me, nor for you. If you don't want to break the road, get out of the pass!"

Amidst the faint laughter, the old man only felt endless peace in his heart.

In a daze, he seems to have seen the past, the high-spirited youth, the unrestrained conceit and despair of youth, the calmness of middle age, and the ashes of old age...

The state of mind is bright, he can almost see everything, faintly, he seems to see something, inside his broken body...

That is……

"Xuanba once guessed, Shenzang? '

He was a little surprised, but he didn't care too much. Slowly closing his eyes, he seemed to see Lin Daoren and many of his deceased disciples.

I also seem to have seen the vigorous youth who looked like him back then...

"Ginseng fruit, what does it taste like?"

In the murmur, his breath gradually became weaker until it was completely cut off.

Wu Sheng, fall!
In any era in the past 3000 years, this is a major event that is enough to cause a sensation in the world.

However, seeing this scene with my own eyes, inside and outside the northwest city, regardless of martial arts level, regardless of enemy or friend.

At this moment, I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in my heart.

Another monument to martial arts has fallen...

"Brother Dao..."

Taoist Yunni sighed.

They belong to the same Taoist sect, even though they have different camps, they still have some kind of incense and passion. Seeing the death of his body and the disappearance of his way, he can't help but feel sad.

But in just a split second, his mind calmed down, and the scattered talisman light from his body gradually gathered again, ten, one hundred, one thousand, three thousand...

As he sighed, his body was lit up with ten thousand talisman lights, intertwined vertically and horizontally, turning into a huge talisman array.

Faintly, an ancient scroll as big as a house appeared behind him, and the dim light flickered, exuding an ancient and terrifying aura.

"The book of talismans... very interesting supernatural powers, if your talisman can keep stacking layers, it will be really amazing..."

Facing the Taoist Yunni who was ready to go, the old demon lost the solemnity of facing the Taoist of Zhenyan, and seemed a little careless:

"It's just, how long can your talisman array last?"

He didn't make a move, and he didn't even care about Zhao Kun who staggered and jumped down the city wall. His face was full of grief and curses, and he just looked at Taoist Yunni indifferently.

"How long will your injury last?"

Taoist Yunni has no expression on his face, but his back is a little wet. His talismans are not endless...

"Truth talkers have an empty shell and their lifespan is exhausted, so they want to die. What are you doing for it?"

In his state, the old demon of Montenegro could see the fire in his eyes.

"If you don't take advantage of your serious injury, why not wait for your injury to heal?"

Taoist Yunni gritted his teeth slightly.

"Then, if you have the guts, just make a move..."

The old demon smiled and turned around.

He didn't even care about letting his back go, and was about to leave, but at this moment, he suddenly felt something in his heart, and raised his brows:
"Huh~"

　Good night……

　
(End of this chapter)