The first cause of all realms

Chapter 69 Refining, Nine Bulls and Two Tigers
"Refining the 'recipe nine cows and two tigers'!"

Without any delay, Yang Jue really looked at the recipes that had been in the floating cauldron for a long time.

hum!
As his thoughts moved, the gloomy and dark cauldron suddenly became bright.

Broken Knife, Ghost Head Knife, Iron Wrench Finger, Silk... etc. Eleven items of ingredients all flew into the air, circling around Yang Yu, bursting out with various colors of light.

Among the dazzling lights of various colors, Yang Jue once again saw ferocious beasts on the cauldron wall.

But it was only for a few moments when the scattered streamers collided with each other, gathered together suddenly, and turned into a light curtain to engulf him.

boom!
It seemed that a raging fire was added to his body, and the unimaginable pain instantly filled Yang Qiu's body and mind, even reaching his soul.

In just an instant, his face was distorted and his eyes were red!

"what!"

Yang Jue groaned in extreme pain.

His five fingers were clenched tightly, but he still couldn't suppress the burning pain!
【Stop refining? 】

Amidst the severe pain, new words appeared on the cauldron wall.

interruption?

Yang Yu was in a trance.

The scenes in Montenegro flashed across his mind.

The hesitation and despair of coming to this world for the first time, the apprehension and caution after being adopted, the disgust and disgust after getting acquainted...

In the end, it was Wang Wu who was missing half of his body, and Wei He who was broken with a knife.

And the indifferent and violent Liu Wenpeng who bent his bow and set an arrow on the eaves...

interruption? !
"I interrupt your mother!"

Yang Jue roared in a low voice, like a dying beast, crazily hitting the cauldron wall.

Resisting this indescribable soul pain with the most violent posture.

I don't know how long it has been, when Yang Jue's consciousness is blurred from the pain.

A bloody battlefield with gold and iron horses and banners everywhere was pulled in front of him at an extremely fast speed, and a magnificent epic picture scroll unfolded in front of him.

His eyes seemed to travel through time and space, and all the scenes became more and more clear.

Setting sun, scorched earth, severed limbs, hideous pool of blood...

Crows, wild dogs, wreckage, mountains of bones...

Fiery fire, gunpowder smoke, broken blades, blood-stained banners...

"This is…"

Yang Ju, who had just escaped from the severe pain, lay sprawled on the ground.

In a trance, an extremely strange idea appeared in his head.

'Can I enter this battlefield? ! '

Swish!
Almost at the same time as his thoughts turned, he felt endless bright lights explode in front of his eyes.

The scene like a stormy sea instantly overwhelmed his mind.

……

The soul flies out of the sky, and I don't know where I am in a trance.

I don't know how long it took before Yang Ju sensed the existence of the outside world. He didn't rush to open his eyes, but felt the cauldron of gluttony.

The cauldron of gluttony, which ate an untold amount of catties of iron beads before it turned pure green, turned into pitch black like ink again.

As if sensing his will, various words appeared on the cauldron of gluttony:

[Scene: Liuji Mountain Battlefield]

[Identity: Soldier of the Pioneer Battalion in Dali (identity can be changed, need to consume one ingredient)]

[Only those with ribs and tendons can drive nine bulls and two tigers away]

[Remaining ingredients (10/11)]

There are only a few pieces of information, it seems that there is everything, and it seems that there is nothing.

Yang Qiu understood it naturally.

He has not traveled through time and space, and he is still in the process of refining the recipe "Nine Bulls and Two Tigers".

It's just that this refining method is a bit unbelievable.

He was actually sent to this classic battle that has been passed down to the world, and his goal is to find the "thorough man" in this battlefield.

And he had one and only eleven chances.

Once the opportunity is exhausted, he will completely lose the opportunity to comprehend the 'nine bulls and two tigers'.

"Is this really Liuji Mountain?"

Yang Ju murmured in his heart.

He has read books, especially books that are biased towards Ming Dynasty history books, which are the focus of his borrowing.

But in fact, even ordinary people know a little about the Liuji Mountain battle.

For example, the number one fierce general in the world, Zhao Wang Zhang Xuanba of the Western Mansion!

According to the rumors, this Prince Zhao, armed with a phoenix wing and a gold-plated iron, fought in the Liuji Mountain, beheading Da Li and more than a hundred generals of the Heavenly Wolf Court.

What's even more exaggerated is that some people said that he single-handedly killed more than 120 million troops from the two sides!
"It is recorded in the book that before this battle, the King Zhao of the Western Mansion was just an unfavorable prince, with only an ordinary cavalry gifted by his mother.

And after this battle, he is already the pillar of the country, the commander-in-chief of the world's soldiers and horses..."

"It is said that the king of Zhao of the Western Mansion is a 'thorough man'. Could it be that I..."

With a 'thud' in his heart, Yang Juan opened his eyes.

The mountains are undulating in the distance, and the flags are like forests nearby.

The setting sun was like fire, and on the huge plain, there were tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of troops gathered.

In front of him was a yellow-bottomed red-sun banner held by a tall Hercules, and beside him were densely packed endless armored soldiers.

Elite!

With just one glance, Yang Ju felt his eyes were stinging.

Whether it was the warriors in front or the many soldiers beside them, they were all as silent and cold as iron stones, with a cold and murderous air.

Obviously, they were all elites who came out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood, and many of them even brought him great oppression.

But at this moment, there was an unstoppable panic, even fear, on the faces of these elite veterans.

Following their line of sight, Yang Jue looked over.

Before setting up the camp for miles and tens of miles, under the shadow of the mountains, a tall banner came into view.

A cavalry force of less than [-] people moved with the flag. Although there were thousands of people and horses, they were as neat as a single person, without the slightest noise.

"Dragon Banner of the Ming Dynasty, this is the Xuanjia Elite Cavalry of Zhao Wang Zhang Xuanba of the Western Mansion!"

Yang Jue gasped, his scalp tingling.

There are nine states and 27 prefectures in Ming Dynasty, all states have garrisons, and all prefectures have soldiers.

There are only nine armies that can be called a powerful army in the world, and the world-famous Qingzhou soldiers are one of them.

Qingzhou soldiers are very famous, but compared to the fine cavalry in front of them, they pale in comparison.

Xuanjia Jingqi.

The first rider of Ming Dynasty, the coach, Zhang Xuanba!

In the battle of Liuji Mountain, this ordinary cavalry followed its coach Zhang Xuanba to become a god in the first battle, and it is still the world's first-class elite.

Compared with the "Sirius Cavalry" of the Sirius Royal Court and the "Red Blood Dragon Knight" of the Dali Dynasty, their names are even bigger than the latter two.

In Daming, he was also called the leader of the armies.

Seeing the fear and trembling of the veterans around him, Yang Qiu knew very well that Henry Zhang had already emerged at this time.

Even if the cavalry under his command were not the Xuanjia elite cavalry after many bloody battles, they were probably not far behind.

"Do you want me to kill this King Zhao of the Western Mansion?"

Yang Jue was stunned by the thoughts in his mind, and quickly shook his head:
"Just kidding..."

During the battle at Liuji Mountain, many martial arts masters gathered here, but I have never heard of anyone who could threaten the King Zhao of the Western Mansion.

Not to mention him at this time.

woohoo~
The sound of the low-pitched horn resounded from the middle army, and then, the sound of the horn one after another sounded from the 'woo-woo'.

Without any communication, almost at the same time as the Daming Dragon Banner in the shadows lit up, the Dali Army had issued an order.

Army attack!

At the same time that this thought came to Yang Jue's mind, he was already surrounded by countless soldiers holding swords like him,

He rushed towards the terrifying cavalry at the foot of Liuji Mountain.

"kill!"

How great is the unison shouting of ten thousand people or even one hundred thousand people?
At this moment, Yang Jue could no longer hear any sound in his ears, just as he could not see anything beyond three feet in front of him.

The extremely strong evil spirit made Yang Qiu's mind go blank.

In such a terrifying battlefield, does personal martial arts really matter?

When he came back to his senses, he saw a rain of arrows flying across the top of his head, like a dark cloud covering the top, pressing down on the Xuanjia Jingqi whose trampled ground was trembling!
boom!
An incredible scene happened.

Flaming blood energy burst out from thousands of fine cavalry in an instant, rolling like a tide, and scattered the overwhelming rain of arrows.

In the next moment, the swift and fiery Xuanjia cavalry was already in contact with the Dali Pioneer Long Spear Battalion.

Hand in hand!

boom!
Sword clashes, blood sprays, horses roaring, howling and roaring...

It seemed that in the blink of an eye, the entire battlefield was completely boiling.

"kill!"

In this situation, Yang Jue felt that the long-suppressed anger in his heart was completely ignited.

then,

He saw a black-armored spirit coming on a horse, as swift as the wind and as violent as fire, facing countless swords and swords without dodging or dodging, and holding a fine iron spear, he rushed towards him!
Boom!

A monster with a man and a horse, both in black armor, rushed forward. With just one blow, dozens of soldiers were rushed into the air.

Along the way, the spears, tripping ropes, and heavy shields that resisted horses were even knocked and scattered in all directions!
"not good!"

Yang Jue's heart jumped, and he subconsciously stepped on the wind to escape, but forgot that there were countless charging soldiers behind him.

Not only was he unable to retreat, but he was almost pierced by a knife soldier from behind.

boom!
Once retreating is not possible, the Xuanjia Jingqi has no way to avoid it.

Yang Jue could only roar forward and step forward, his internal energy was aroused, his blood was full of energy, he drew his sword and set off a half-moon cold light, and slashed at the knight who was rushing towards him.

Swordsmanship, beheading!

With this type of saber technique that has almost entered the tenth level, Yang Jue has no disadvantages all the way, and even leaped over the steps to kill Shi Kai, who had condensed blood like a cow.

He even forced Taoist Guan of Iron Sword Gate back a step.

However, the next moment, the invincible knife lost its meaning at this time.

The knight who immediately put on the mask and disappeared didn't seem to notice it at all. He just swung the big spear casually, and the sword light was taken together with Yang Qiang.

It hit the ground!
……

Swish!
In the dark cauldron of gluttony, Yang Jue trembled, and subconsciously touched his right arm.

"Is this the world-renowned Xuanjia Jingqi..."

Yang Qiu only felt his teeth ache.

With all his strength, he just shot at random, and he felt as if he had been smashed into the ground by a mountain, and there was no room for him to fight back.

A casual Xuanjia Jingqi is already so strong, how powerful should that peerless fierce Zhang Xuanba be?

After a long while, Yang Qiu, who was stunned, came back to his senses.

Many ingredients still surround him, but the broken knife in it has faded.

[Refining recipes among nine bulls and two tigers...]

[Current progress: none (the aura of the gods has not been captured yet)]

【Remaining Chance Ten】

"No progress... That god-like breath, must fight Henry Zhang?"

Feeling the memory in his mind, Yang Jue's expression turned ugly.

Fighting against King Zhao of the Western Mansion?
With his current strength, on a battlefield with tens of thousands of people, let alone a fight, there is no chance of even getting close.

"Perhaps, it should fall on 'identity'."

Yang Ju murmured in his heart.

His identity in the 'Yuji Mountain Battlefield' can be switched, but this is an uncontrollable random switch.

If you're lucky, that's all. If you're unlucky, maybe you've used up all eleven ingredients and you won't have a chance to get close to that King Zhao of the Western Mansion.

After standing in a daze for a long time, Yang Jue still gritted his teeth and stepped into the flickering light curtain in front of him.

He has no choice...

　They are all paid masters, be arrogant.

　
(End of this chapter)