The first cause of all realms

Chapter 638 Dapeng spreads his wings, the new Martial Saint!
In the purple gold gourd, all kinds of colors are mixed, both gold and black, and Yang Jue's mind lies in the faint sliver of purple in it.

The fate of birth and the combination of the day after tomorrow seem to be the same color, but in fact they are not, and there is a huge gap inside.

This is not the first time that Yang Jue has combined purple life, it is as precious as "natural martial arts", and the materials needed are only three golden lives.

But he needed as many as 32 acquired golden lives combined from white lives to form a single purple life!

Moreover, between deep and shallow, it is also necessary to progress step by step, not just "light gold" like when he first combined the three innate golden lives.

It was as if, somewhere in the dark, there was an invisible force preventing him from fulfilling his fate and changing his fate...

"Fate?"

Faintly, Yang Qiu seemed to have touched something.

'He, does not allow...'

The moment he thought about it, Yang Jue pressed this thought deeply into his heart, forced himself to divert his attention, and looked at his newly acquired Purple Life.

【Heavenly Wizards (Lavish Purple)】

[Born in response to the Universiade, one of the tide-players, born with the combination of luck, terrestrial veins, and human power, is a genius who comes out once in a century. 】

It couldn't be compared with the congenital golden destiny, this purple destiny that came from gray and white seemed quite satisfactory.

It was as if someone was telling him that even if you use all means, what you get after the day after tomorrow is not as good as what you get from the day after tomorrow...

With his chest heaving for a moment, Yang Chang changed his fate and removed the 'extreme minister' that he had changed for himself.

At this moment, he no longer needs to be a minister...

【Yang Prison】

[Fate: Kuixing kicks and fights, dominates (stepping on the seven stars, you can see your fate)]

【Number of Fate: Six Purples, One Gold, Two Reds】

[Extreme Kui Ruo Ming (Lavish Purple), Nine Bulls and Two Tigers (Lavish Purple), Financial Finance (Lavish Purple), Visitors from Extraterrestrial Space (Lavish Purple), Natural Martial Arts (Lavish Purple), Heavenly Wizards (Lavish Purple) .

[Status: Minor injury]

[Supernatural powers: [-]nd level of Tongyou, [-]nd level of Earth Shaking, [-]st level of Body Alchemy]

"Liu Zi's life!"

God's will favors, humanity is precious!
In feng shui phrenology and qi surgery, purple is also known as the color of the emperor, and a wisp of purple added to the body must be a very respectable and noble person.

Whether you practice martial arts or literature, or become an official or a businessman, you will surely stand out from the crowd and be a hit.

If you have great luck, you may not be able to overturn the clouds and rain, and be in charge of yin and yang.

In these years of penetrating into the soul, all the people with background, talent, martial arts, and high status that I have seen are Zi Ming.

But there are no more than one or two, better than a man of truth, and with the respect of a martial sage, he can also combine the three purple lives.

But at this moment, with the addition of the 'Heavenly Wizard', Yang Jue already has six purple lives!

Call ~
The huge movement when he was born with martial arts, maybe it was the restriction of the acquired Ziming, or at this moment, his aptitude is no less than any genius in the sky.

With the addition of this purple life, he just felt a little clearer in his heart, and there was no immediate change.

However, his combination of fate was not for the fate itself, but for the fateful Kuixing fight that may start after seven fates.

"There is only one short of seven purple lives..."

Yang prison said to himself.

At this moment, he still doesn't know what fate means, but vaguely, he feels that fate is of great importance, but it seems to be accompanied by great danger...

And the latter was the reason why he was not too eager to collect all seven purple lives.

In fact, with the book of life and death in hand, only he is willing to investigate one by one, and even catch all the "nobles" who are golden and purple among the millions of people in the Northwest Road.

Burn thousands of people as firewood to change your fate against the sky.

but……

"When the entrance is not opened, the feeling is extremely dangerous, but now that the entrance is open, it is still unabated..."

Thinking in his heart, Yang Ju was still walking on the street, following his gaze, the shriveled Zijin Treasure Gourd seemed to swell when it was inflated.

Of course, what is absorbed is full of gray and white air.

Among them, there are naturally some negative luck numbers such as 'unexpected death', 'early death', 'unfavorable years', 'family ruin', 'wife's separation', 'bad luck' and so on.

In fact, even Qi Wensheng, who was in charge of the city affairs, didn't realize that since Yang prison began to absorb fate, the number of people who died due to accidents in the northwest road city had dropped by more than ten times.

And these negative fortunes finally gathered in the purple gold gourd, and after five turns, the fate was so dark that it was frightening:

[Disaster affects the Nine Races, and will leave a bad smell for thousands of years (ink black)]

"Master, are you going to refine 'Grass for Pill' again when you go outside the city?"

Suddenly, a muffled voice came from the sleeve robe, and the ghost baby stuck out half of its head, eyes full of hope and pleading:
"Yin Shou, give me Yin Shou..."

"Here you are."

Yang prison did not refuse.

It has been three days since Dui Ming Yunni, during these three days, he has not been idle, except for chores, he has entered the five internal organs recipe eight times.

However, the tomb guard never left. Even though he tried several times to enter as a ginseng fruit, he failed to pick the fruit and was thrown out of the illusion.

As a result, he only got two ginseng fruits in this refinement.

"Thank you sir, thank you sir!"

Guiying was overjoyed and wished he could immediately kowtow to thank him.

In terms of strength, he is only a kid, but in fact, he is already an old ghost. If he hadn't obtained a lot of Yinshou by chance, he would have died early.

Even so, he didn't have much life left, so he was naturally overjoyed to get the promise.

The winter is gone, and the distant mountains outside the city are already green, and in front of the solitary grave, there are lush vegetation and flowers blooming.

Lin Daoren sat cross-legged, facing the tombstone. He broke his precept and was drinking.

He heard Yang Qian's arrival, but he didn't want to pay attention to it. He just poured down his wine with a gloomy expression.

"If the real person is here, even if I want to come, I don't want to see you like this."

Yang Jue sighed slightly.

The last time he refined ginseng fruit in front of the grave, with the help of Yinshou, he had faintly noticed something, but he had no choice but to press it down for the time being.

Lin Daoren has adjusted his breath for many days, and the idea of ​​breaking through has become extremely strong. Tell him now, if he is disturbed, or even a bad one, he will go crazy.

"Why, you can teach me a lesson when your hair is gray?"

Lin Daoren's voice was cold, with self-mockery:

"That's right, the majestic uncrowned king of the Northwest Dao, it is more than enough to teach such a down and out Taoist priest a lesson..."

Facing Yang prison, his heart was actually very complicated.

At the beginning, he was very indifferent to Yang prison, and even thought of killing him, but he failed to do so.

And even though the relationship between the man of truth and Qin Si eased up between the two, in fact, they were still very cold.

The latter has advanced by leaps and bounds time and time again, from a junior who he can easily crush to death, to the uncrowned king who now dominates the Northwest Road, he is at a loss as to what to do.

"Your old wounds have not healed, and you have new wounds. In this state, not to mention burning your life to break through, even if you fight with all your strength, you will destroy yourself and die."

Yang Jue may or may not understand Lin Daoren's thoughts, but he doesn't want to think about it, so he flipped through it casually and took out a ginseng fruit:
"This fruit can increase people's lifespan and expel hundreds of injuries. If you take it, all serious illnesses will go away, and it may increase the chance of breakthrough by three points."

Call ~
The moment the ginseng fruit was taken out, there was another wind blowing around, and the vitality of the surrounding world gathered, causing all kinds of grass to sway and flowers to bloom.

The breeze blows, where the tomb is, almost becomes a sea of ​​green.

Lin Daoren raised his brows, his eyes were full of surprise and understanding: "You made up for the shortfall of the original source with this fruit, right?"

"Take this fruit, and you will get sick."

Yang prison didn't explain that much:
"You don't have to feel ashamed of receiving it. This fruit is not given to you in vain. To accept this fruit, you need to do three things to me."

Lin Daoren is arrogant and self-confident, and never wants to be favored by others for nothing. This can be seen from the fact that he gave himself the Tai Sui Pearl that he had snatched with all his might.

Therefore, Yang prison knew how to deal with him.

"No need."

But Lin Daoren still refused, and didn't even look back at the strange fruit that can increase lifespan:
"It's so rare, even if you have it, it won't be too much, you'd better take it yourself."

Speaking of this, he paused slightly, and then said:

"The injury of the poor way is not in the limbs and trunk, nor in the spine and internal organs, but in the soul. This fruit of yours can make up for Yangshou. Could it be that it can also make up for Yinshou?"

Human life is divided into yin and yang.

To put it bluntly, it is actually just the lifespan of the body shell and the soul. The body shell decays, but the soul still exists. This is the principle of ghosts.

The length of the ghost's existence is related to the strength of the soul, which is Yinshou.

"Your injury is in the soul? Then..."

"what!"

Before Yang Jue responded, the ghost baby who was waiting eagerly in his sleeves seemed to have been hit in the head, and screamed miserably, his voice trembling:

"Master, you, you, you promised me!"

"..."

Yang Jue was choked, so he could only cough lightly, and shook it back into his sleeve robe:
"Next time, I will definitely give it to you next time!"

"This fruit, isn't it?"

Lin Daoren turned around at some point, his eyes were bright.

There are tens of millions of medicines in the world, but most of them are used to treat physical injuries. For more than 20 years, he has searched for alchemists, pharmacists, and doctors everywhere, but he has nowhere to find the medicine to heal the soul.

Over time, he had already given up.

Hearing the voice of one person and one ghost at this moment, his heart couldn't help but his heart trembled, and the light in his eyes became fierce, but he still felt unable to speak out when he asked for it.

"Remember, you owe me three things."

Yang Ju didn't waste his time talking, he loosened his hand casually, and the ginseng fruit fell to the ground.

Then, accompanied by a buzzing sound, the bodies of the two people shook at the same time, and the two huge vitality from the same source, but completely different, exploded in their bodies in an instant.

boom!
Surging air waves emerged from Lin Daoren's body, like a gust of wind, blowing up Yang Ju's long hair that quickly turned from white to black.

"Um?!"

In the strong wind, all kinds of plants were lying down, and his clothes were fluttering. Yang Jian didn't even care to check the vigorous vitality surging in his body.

In front of my eyes, there was a strong wind.

With the place where Lin Daoren sits cross-legged as the center, strands of air flow gather and surround him as if alive.

It was gentle at first, but then became violent. There were only a few tremors before and after, and the mountains and forests that had already blown were shaking, and the grass was flying, sand and stones were flying.

In less than a moment, it has already turned into a tornado and rises up from the ground, with a height of tens of feet.

"This is?"

Yang Jue's eyelids twitched, and his face was also moved:

"This is going to break through?!"

As early as 30 years ago, Lin Daoren was already a supreme existence standing in front of the martial sage, and even had the No.1 existence of "under the martial sage".

No one doubts whether he has the possibility of attacking Wu Sheng.

Neither will he.

But he didn't expect that the moment the ginseng fruit's medicinal power reached his body, he was about to break through.

So decisive, so ruthless...

The wind didn't move him, but he had no choice but to take a few steps back to avoid the tyrannical air bursting out in front of him, and looked around to protect him.

The ghost baby poked his head out with great difficulty, and suddenly felt tingling pain all over his body, and the terrifying blood energy bloomed like the morning sun.

boom!
In the northwest road city, Qi Daoguang, who was slowly wiping Fang Tian's painted halberd, stood up suddenly, and the sudden burst of energy almost overturned the entire Liuhe building.

call!
At the same time as he stepped out of the window, Qin Lihu, who was watching the new army's martial arts performance in the barracks outside the city, was also startled, jumped up from the ground, and jumped onto the flagpole.

A beat slower than the two were Yu Fengxian who was practicing sword skills somewhere in the city, and the big boss who was counting the acres and property in the city.

The two noticed it one after another. When they stepped out of the small courtyard, they noticed the tornado rising from a distance, which was higher than the city wall.

Boom!

At a certain moment, a high-pitched roar came from their ears.

Looking at it in amazement, one can see a group of people ascending to the sky through the wind in the tornado, and their robes are flying like flags, like a roc with flapping wings, a kunpeng leaping over the abyss, indescribably free and easy and lonely.

"If it takes my life, it's up to me!"

　Good night, good night ha! You can actually take a look at the revisions in chapter 630, although the impact is not great.

　
(End of this chapter)