The first cause of all realms

Chapter 744 How come there are so many ghosts and ghosts!
Only now did Yang Yu understand why Zhang Xuanba would say that being able to follow the road is the greatest luck for a warrior.

There is no need to plant trees, and you can enjoy the shade. This is the foundation for the younger generation of warriors to surpass the predecessors.

But in the past 20 years, he has dabbled in both Buddhism and Taoism, and he has also come into contact with the famous ancient and modern magic arts.

"call!"

Breathing out a mouthful of turbid air, and being blown away in the sky by the strong wind, Yang Jue closed his eyes and concentrated, sensing the changes in himself.

From the depth of the skin membrane, the blood, meridians, viscera, bone marrow, and even more subtle places, the looming shadow of the stone monkey.

There are still subdivisions of Wusheng's door-to-door kick, namely, burning life, going to the door, and shedding the body.

However, unlike the four steps of a martial sage, the three steps of this subdivision must be achieved in one step. Without the fire of burning life, there is no way to go to the door, let alone shed the body.

All great masters who want to be promoted to martial saints must have various preparations in front of this door.

The most important thing is to 'transform the body and reflect the object'.

Shedding the body is the fundamental step for a martial sage to reinvent himself, and then touch the soul.

The importance of this step is self-evident. No matter how conceited a martial artist is, he will definitely prepare in many ways, weigh himself, and make a choice.

Yang prison is no exception.

However, he was very lucky. Before he broke through, he had already met Bodhidharma, Sloppy Taoist, Shingon Taoist, Zhang Xuanba, Lin Daoren, Wang Muzhi and other martial saint-level strongmen.

His resources are already sufficient.

And according to what he learned from several great martial sages, the reason why he finally decided on the "Seven-Aperture Stone Monkey" as the "reflection object" of the body was that this natural stone monkey was too perfect.

If it is said that Zhang Xuanba, who has exhausted all the knowledge of the past and the present, combined with the advantages of shaking the sky and shaking the earth, has successfully transformed himself, his transformation has reached the limit of manpower.

Then this stone monkey has the good fortune of heaven and earth, perfect and perfect, if it is not for the lack of two orifices, there will be no increase or decrease.

Yang Yu guessed that the "innate heel" mentioned by Jiang Wuyang must have something to do with the "transformation" of the martial sage.

"Heaven follows..."

Sensing himself and the stone monkey with seven apertures, Yang Jue murmured to himself.

"But I don't know, how far I can go with the body transformed by the strength of the stone man with seven apertures, which can lift the sky and shake the earth..."

"Unfortunately, the 'power of accumulation' obtained from the Ten Thousand Years Blue Sky Stone is still too weak, far from enough for the stone monkey to develop the other two orifices..."

"It's the Hundred Poisons Golden Silkworm Gu..."

Huhu~
The goshawk fluttered its wings and flew, under the blessing of the Martial Saint-level Zhengang, its speed was extremely fast, hundreds of feet away in the sky, people on the ground could hear the buzzing sound of the explosion.

Some people looked far into the distance, and saw a ray of golden light cut through the sea of ​​clouds, roaring away, leaving only deep traces in the sky.

……

……

Dayan Mountain is well-known, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it is just a big mountain at the junction of the three roads, but there are few minerals and herbs, and there are very few villages that live on it.

However, various forces including Xuankong Mountain, Lanke Temple, and the imperial court have many eyes and ears dormant outside the mountain all year round.

Liansheng's old mother came back to the world!

This news was as shocking as it was, and it instantly overwhelmed major events such as the 'Yunzhou Great Victory', 'Sirius Civil Disturbance', 'Fan Ruyi's Death', and ignited the entire rivers and lakes in one fell swoop.

And the sealed red invitation card was also sent to various sects and forces, big or small, through the hands of the Liansheng followers all over the world.

when!
when!
when!
On the top of the suspended mountain, the bell rang rapidly, and many Taoists who had retreated had to temporarily leave the retreat and gather towards the main hall.

"Headmaster!"

Seeing that all the disciples had arrived, a black-faced Taoist made an interrogation and asked first:
"Junior brother still has a batch of great pills yet to be completed, if you don't have any serious problems, junior brother will go back first..."

The black-faced Taoist, named 'Xuan Dong' has quite a lot of experience, he is the same famous as Taoist Xuanwei, the seven sons of Xuankong from the previous generation, and the world recognized alchemy master.

According to legend, he also opened the furnace for the imperial court's Diyuan Great Pill in recent years.

"Brother, please be safe and don't be impatient..."

Taoist Xuanwei slightly shook his head and waved, the Taoist boy outside the door came in anxiously, exposing the red invitation card to everyone's eyes.

"Yu Baimei, kiss me?!"

As soon as they glanced at the invitation, all the Taoists in the hall were in an uproar. Of course they were familiar with this name.

Yu Baimei is the second master of Xuankong Mountain to be promoted to the rank of Martial Saint after the Sloppy Patriarch, but he has been dead for a hundred years.

"Which one will amuse me? I can't wait? Uncle Yushi has already..."

Taoist Xuandong cursed loudly, but only after half a sentence did he come back to his senses, because all the Taoists in the hall were looking at the side hall.

An old man with a pair of white eyebrows and a smell of decay appeared at the entrance of the side hall at some unknown time.

"Master Uncle?!"

Taoist Xuandong was stunned and lost his voice.

"People who are over a hundred years old are still so frizzy."

The white-browed old man shook his head slightly, and waved his hands away before everyone saw the ceremony, and then picked up the invitation:
"Old Taoist, I have exhausted my whole life's practice, and I will only live to three hundred. Why is this old witch still not dead?!"

In a word, the mood changed several times. In the end, Taoist Xuanwei's eyelids trembled wildly, and he saw his master uncle biting his only two remaining front teeth with a 'click' sound.

"Uncle Master, you are not dead?!"

At this time, Taoist Xuandong exclaimed, and he wanted to pounce on him, but was slapped away by the old Taoist.

"A group of unworthy descendants!"

Taking a hard look at this group of useless descendants, the old Taoist walked away with a sword in hand.

More than just Hanging Mountain?

Xuanyi Gate, Dachan Temple, Lanke Temple, Wuliangzong, Fulong Temple, Canghai City, Zhujian Villa...

There are countless sects and forces in the world, and even some sects that have been closed for many years, or have long been in decline, have all received invitations from Lian Shengjiao.

For a time, the wind was surging.

……

……

Call ~
The setting sun is like blood, and wisps of cooking smoke rises in the wild.

Outside the city of Anyang at dusk, there were huge crowds, thousands of refugees and common people gathered here.

Unexpectedly, however, so many people gathered with so few voices.

"Under excessive hunger, people look down on everything except food..."

"Righteousness? Morality? Emotion? Self-esteem and shame? Good and evil likes and dislikes? None of that will exist..."

"Even, they don't even say a word."

What do you need to attract tens of thousands of refugees?
Only eighteen mouthfuls of porridge and rice with clear soup and little water are needed.

Under the old tree beside the road, there was a reclining chair, and a kind-eyed old lady was holding a porridge bowl, smiling and feeding the chubby porcelain doll in her arms, while talking.

"Come on, eat."

It was a very likable doll. It looked less than a year old, but it was pink and tender, round and round.

But at this moment, the little guy is struggling violently, resisting, and even wants to overturn the bowl of porridge and rice again and again:

"No, don't eat!"

"Naughty."

The white-haired old woman was not angry, she coaxed with a smile:

"Good boy, eat more, how can you grow up if you don't eat? If you don't grow up... how can grandma eat you in one bite?"

"what!"

The little guy's face turned red, and he urinated all over her in a rage. Taking advantage of her slack, he broke free and jumped down, staggering to the arms of Qin Si who was standing motionless not far away.

Holding the group of yellow blisters in her old hand, she opened her mouth and swallowed it. Her expression was intoxicated, and the wrinkles on her face seemed to be stretched out:
"It was unexpectedly sweet..."

"..."

Seeing this scene, if it wasn't for the fact that she couldn't move at this moment, Qin Si would almost retch.

But at the same time, my heart was really trembling.

Over the years, she has traveled far and wide, and it is not that she has never seen a master, but she has never seen such a terrifying one.

This old guy is simply a legendary monster. No matter who it is, as long as she speaks, she will immediately worship her, as devoutly as a believer who has believed in it for many years.

And she herself was waiting on the sidelines uncontrollably.

If you want to die, you can't do it!
"Shameless?"

She glanced at Qin Si lightly, and directly said what was in her heart. The old woman smiled gently:

"A person who is about to starve to death, how can he care about shame?"

She stood up with a smile, and looked at the crowd surging under the porridge shed in the distance, her eyes were gentle, like an old farmer looking at the crops that were about to be harvested.

It made Qin Si shudder.

She was anxious, but there was nothing she could do. During the days when she was arrested, she tried everything she could, but she couldn't resist.

The invisible energy covering her body exceeded the upper limit of what she could handle with her magical power at the moment...

Not long after, accompanied by the sound of the wind, a purple dress floated over, glanced at Qin Si with different expressions, Feng Wushuang bowed and called:
"Grandma, according to your instructions, the news of your stay here has been known to all major forces, but..."

"But what?"

The old woman raised her eyes.

"However, except for Mitian Cult Master Ning Wuqiu who left immediately, no one responded for the time being...

Qi Daoguang also killed the elders of the sect..."

Feng Wushuang's heart was slightly tight, and she didn't dare to hide anything.

"Qi Daoguang? Oh, is it Xuan Ba's apprentice? That is also a good seed, but unfortunately, someone has taken a fancy to him, so I can't move for the time being...

As for the others, they dare not not come. "

The old woman spoke slowly, so weak that Feng Wushuang wondered if he could kill her at this time.

But this thought was just a flash, and she suppressed it in her heart, not daring to reveal it.

"Someone has taken a fancy to Qi Daoguang?"

Feng Wushuang's heart skipped a beat.

"However, counting the time, he has almost crossed that threshold, and after finishing his work here, he can..."

The old woman paced and asked casually:
"By the way, the last time I taught about the theft of the central library..."

"Ok?"

Facing those cloudy and inexplicably terrifying eyes, Feng Wushuang almost lost her composure, but fortunately she lowered her head in time:

"It's Lin Wenjun, the Saintess of the sect. She took advantage of the emptiness of the sect and wanted to open the inner treasury to steal treasures. Fortunately, the restriction left by grandma was strong, and she was frightened away..."

In the Liansheng sect, there is one and only one forbidden place that the saintesses and even the nine elders are not allowed to approach.

That is the inner library that stores all the rare things collected by the Liansheng Sect for 3000 years.

"Lin Wenjun? That little guy, do you have such courage?"

The old woman pretended to be surprised, but took a deep look at Feng Wushuang. The latter looked at his nose and heart, and replied cautiously:
"Wu Shuang doesn't know about this. However, the disciple has sent people to capture her, but I don't know if there is something missing in the inner treasury?"

"I can't lose it, I can't lose it."

The old woman smiled indifferently:
"That little guy's meager cultivation base, it is naturally impossible to steal the old body's internal treasury, but you Wushuang..."

"great progress."

In a word, Feng Wushuang broke out in cold sweat. If the noise from afar hadn't attracted the former's attention, she would have almost lost her composure.

This kind of horror of wandering on the edge of a cliff, which may be lost at any time, is far more thrilling to her than a life-and-death battle.

"That little guy..."

Glancing at the noisy little guy in the distance, beyond Feng Wushuang's expectations, the old woman smiled more kindly:

"Call the elders, saintesses, and masters of the church from the nearby state capitals, old man, I want to accept a holy son..."

"Son?!"

Feng Wushuang was terrified, looking at the noisy children in the distance, his eyes were a little incredulous.

This old guy is going to go to war, and he wants to accept a godson? !
……

……

"A troubled autumn..."

In the sea of ​​clouds, Wang Muzhi stood on the back of an eagle, constantly urging the 'light splitting', capturing the dark energy.

Thinking about what he saw at a glance, he felt very urgent in his heart, however, not long after, the eagle under his seat already let out a cry of mourning.

In the future, even if there is an elixir to make up for it, the physical and mental strength of this eagle has already reached its limit.

The speed of eagles and birds is the best in the world, but their endurance is far from being comparable to that of cattle and horses, let alone human beings.

The flying eagle under his seat has been cultivated for many years, but it takes only four hours to soar. Of course, this refers to the time it takes to fly against people.

"fall!"

No matter how anxious he was, Wang Muzhi had no choice but to press down and instruct Feiying to descend to rest.

call!
Obtaining the promise, Flying Eagle seemed to have received an amnesty, one dive had already landed more than a hundred feet, and several dives had already landed on the official path.

"Go for food and rest..."

Throwing a few pills over, Wang Muzhi also knew that he couldn't act too hastily, so he had to let him go.

At this time, it was dusk, the official road was sparsely populated, only a few caravans were walking, and Wang Muzhi, who was seen descending on an eagle, all ran away.

Flying eagles are more expensive than dragons and horses.

Many people with more money can afford dragon horses, but flying eagles are like armor and crossbows, precious things that ordinary people can't touch at all.

People who can ride a flying eagle are not within their reach.

"call!"

Pressing his mind, Wang Muzhi scanned the surroundings and walked slowly towards the wine shop not far away.

Flying Eagle landed here, so he saw that there was a resting place here.

This wine shop is quite big, with three floors and a big backyard. When Wang Muzhi approached, he glanced at it casually. Under the fluttering wine flags, many carriages had already parked, and caravans were unloading.

But it was almost dusk, and they all rested here.

This was clearly a normal restaurant, but Wang Mu caught a glimpse of it and smelled something unusual.

"There are so many ghosts and monsters in this world..."

Sighing lightly, Wang Muzhi already spoke:

"Wang doesn't like being in the same place with outsiders, everyone, within a cup of tea, all leave!"

boom!
A light reprimand, like thunder rolling.

Wang Muzhi has never performed any sound wave skills, but when Wu Sheng drank it, it was enough to stimulate people's stomachs, and when the sound was raised a little, all the horses outside the wine shop fell to the ground in shock.

The drinkers and merchants in the wine shop even scrambled away, and no one dared to complain or slander.

He moved swiftly, and even took away the sundries left behind.

Wang Muzhi is not surprised, those who dare to walk outside these days are not human beings, they are also used to observing words and demeanor.

If he persuades with good words, there will be no shortage of people to quarrel with him, but if he shouts coldly, most likely no one will dare to say no.

In this way, after a cup of tea, when he walked into the restaurant, the huge three-story restaurant was already empty, only the second floor, and a drinker wearing a bamboo hat was slowly shaking his wine glass.

"Wang Muzhi, a man from Wanxiang Mountain? There are countless people in the world who are used to hiding clumsiness, but no one can compare to you..."

The moment the footsteps stopped, his wine glass also stopped, and a faint light appeared under the bamboo hat:
"Who would have thought that you, who failed to rank in the top of the mountain and river rankings, would cross the threshold of Martial Saints in one fell swoop..."

"Red Blood Daoist..."

Wang Muzhi stopped, raised his eyes, and looked at the man in the bamboo hat on the second floor, his eyes moved slightly, a little surprised, but also a little stunned:

"No wonder you were able to escape the pursuit of King Zhao of the Western Mansion back then. It turned out that you had served that old hag!"

More than thirty years ago, the imperial court stepped into the rivers and lakes, and countless masters were killed, but it also attracted a huge backlash.

One of them is the Red Blood Daoist.

This person's whereabouts are secretive, his martial arts are superb, and he possesses the supernatural power of "pointing the earth into steel". He once assassinated the previous King Longyuan in the midst of strangling thousands of troops.

Afterwards, he was hunted down by Zhang Xuanba, Zhao Wang of the Western Mansion for several months, and then disappeared without a trace. It has been more than [-] years...

"Zhang, Xuan, Ba!"

Without a sound, the cloak split open, revealing a hideous, ghost-like face underneath.

It was an old man no more than five feet tall, wearing a spacious black robe, but it couldn't hide the terrifying body without skin underneath.

"you are wrong."

The voice of the Red Blood Daoist was hoarse:
"Even with her help, the old man still died in the hands of that old man. Unfortunately, the old man possessed superb martial arts, but he never thought that being killed by him was the last step of the refining ceremony that the old man wanted..."

"You seem a little complacent?"

Wang Muzhi sneered when he heard the words:

"It's better to die than to live like you."

"Why can't the old man be complacent? Henry Zhang was so invincible back then, but now, so what?"

The red blood Taoist laughed loudly, his voice was as shrill as a night owl:

"The old man is alive, it is the end of his Zhang family. The old man will kill the Zhang family in the world and destroy his caste to avenge that day!"

"Today, even though he is dead, he is still King Zhao of the Western Mansion, and his name can be passed on for thousands of years, but you..."

The robe moved without wind, and Wang Muzhi lightly rolled up the sleeves of the robe:

"It's just someone who is about to be beaten to death by Mr. Wang,
Nameless Vicious Dog! "

Boom!

While the voice echoed, the entire wine shop collapsed, and along with the smoke, dust and sand, a red light rose into the sky.

"Pointing to the ground into steel!"

hum~
Time seems to be frozen at this moment.

Many merchants and individual tourists from the rivers and lakes who have not left the official road in the distance can't help but back away when they heard the roar, and when they boldly raised their eyes to look, they saw a terrifying scene.

The restaurant that was shattered by the energy was coated with a layer of red light in the long howl, and immediately, the building that was about to be shattered,
In the interweaving of the ubiquitous dust, it seems to have turned into a steel cage, sealing everything inside.

Click!

Leaping into the sky, stomping heavily, the Red Blood Taoist laughed ferociously:

"What about the Martial Saint? How can it be invincible compared to the old man...strangle!"

With a stomp and a light reprimand, the steel cage made a huge beep, violently squeezed inward, and strangled!

He was able to escape to Dayan Mountain 30 years ago as a master, and he relied on this supernatural power.

With his thoughts, it is enough to turn any object into gold and iron that he touches and recognizes for a short time!

Including, qi and flesh and blood!
boom!
The huge cage collapsed and shattered, but the red blood Taoist's laughter stopped abruptly. He turned his head suddenly, and saw a ray of thunder piercing the sky.

It is the yin and yang of Vientiane Mountain.

"impossible!"

Seeing Wang Muzhi's reappearance, the Red Blood Taoist shuddered wildly, and made a strange cry but advanced instead of retreating.

"Pointing to the ground into steel!"

How fast is Wu Sheng's strike?

However, Wang Muzhi's attack was actually blocked by a black iron barrier more than ten feet thick that suddenly appeared in the void!

Void, under his scolding, turned into refined steel and black iron!

only……

boom!
"what!"

The moment Wang Mu's fist seal fell, the thickened black iron shield was not completely broken, but the red blood Taoist who was hiding behind couldn't help screaming.

"you……"

He coughed up blood in fright, and before falling to the ground in paralysis, he heard the former's sneer:

"As long as you study for a few more years, you won't be able to block the electricity with a latte..."

Boom!

As if the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking, Wang Muzhi retracted his hands and fell to the ground, but in front of him was a huge iron ball.

The yin and yang killing hand paralyzed the person's body, but failed to solidify the person's will.

"This, is it an escape technique?"

He casually dug open this huge iron lump weighing tens of thousands of catties, inside it, the Red Blood Taoist had long since disappeared without a trace.

And its aura is also scattered, and it goes in all directions at the same time, at an extremely fast speed, and there is no way to lock it.

"No wonder Prince Zhao didn't kill this beast back then..."

Wang Muzhi didn't seem to care.

Taking a step forward, his body was divided into two by the faint sunlight at dusk, and then the two incarnations also took a step together, each divided into two, turning into four,

Eight,

sixteen.

……

As if he only took one step, Wang Muzhi's figure has already changed into 64 under the twilight light.

And in the burst of anger, he jumped in all directions!
Split light and transform shadow, not only split light, but also transform shadow!
Closing his eyes for a moment, Wang Muzhi's palms burst into a blazing thunder, and all the shadows also squeezed out yin and yang killing hands.

And then...

"burst!"

Rumble!
It's as if 64 martial saints broke out in an instant to suppress the bottom of the box.

In an instant, on the official road that was hundreds of feet away, all the people felt the ground shake, and fell to the ground involuntarily.

Looking at it in horror, I saw smoke and dust billowing on the ground, and a huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky.

Accompanied by screams...

"Wang Muzhi!"

Amidst the billowing gunpowder smoke, the red-blooded Taoist was in extreme pain. He was covered in black smoke, and was almost vaporized by the raging lightning.

"Not dead yet?!"

This time, Wang Muzhi was a little surprised.

Although his technique of splitting shadows is difficult to use when fighting against martial saints of the same level due to its slow activation, how can this living target be able to withstand it? !

"I will kill you!"

The Scarlet Blood Taoist roared in fright, fleeing wildly, but suddenly his body shook, as if locked by an invisible air mechanism.

He raised his head suddenly, and saw a golden shadow piercing the night, accompanied by the sound of thunder, and the cry of an eagle resounded through the sky.

"Fuck!"

　Two-in-one chapter, good night everyone, Gouzi has to go to bed soon, go to bed early and get up early...

　
(End of this chapter)