The first cause of all realms

Chapter 747: Tai Yi Gen Mantra Mantra!
what?
Gan Shanyue fell into deep distress.

Although Taiyi Sect is facing many difficulties at the moment, it is not empty. Dao fruit was also a hard currency with extremely high value in ancient times, so it can't be given away.

As for magic?
"The Taiyi Zhuxian sword is one of the three great supernatural powers of my Taiyi sect, but the Dao fruit required for this supernatural power is too rare, and the great immortal may not be able to use it..."

"One-word universe formation? This formation has only remnants, so it's not good..."

"Zongdi Jinguang? No, although this is also a great supernatural power, but a great immortal who can develop Taoism that does not require martial arts, why would he need this?"

"Fa Tian Xiang Di? This is suitable, but this supernatural power is widely spread, it is impossible for the Great Immortal not to..."

"Sanwei Kamikaze?..."

……

Flipping through the ancient Taoist scroll in her hand, Gan Shanyue felt worried.

He has a lot of things in his hand, but they are not fragments, or the well-known high-end goods, which are not very good at all.

Otherwise, cultivation is extremely harsh.

Flipping through the pages, and after an unknown amount of time, his eyes lit up, and he picked up a yellowed ancient scroll:

"That's it..."

……

call!
Yang Ju slowly opened his eyes, and ended his communication with Gan Shanyue, the head teacher of Taiyi Sect.

"Senior brother, you have studied the past and the present, but have you ever known the 'truth'?"

"Mantra? This, something that has been lost for a long time, I have only heard of it."

Wang Muzhi was slightly startled, and immediately said:
"The saying of true words is often used by Buddhists, but it is said to be something of Taoism at the earliest, referring to the 'words of real people', and it is also said that it is the fundamental words of heaven and earth...

According to the Taoist Buddhist scriptures, it is an ancient and obscure "language" that contains the mysteries of heaven and earth. "

"Drive ghosts and gods, the power of heaven and earth..."

Thinking back to the Lord of Thunder that he had killed before, Yang Jue was thoughtful.

Too many mantras.

This is something from the picture of the clear water and cold pool, which was passed on by Taiyi Sect, but he couldn't understand it at all, except for one line of the scriptures that opened the book.

Because that seems to be the truth.

It was a kind of writing that he had never seen before, and what was even more strange, it seemed that he could not even copy it before he learned it.

"It is said that the Daoists of the Mantra of Jade Dragon Monastery, at the earliest time, got the inheritance of one word of mantra, so they got such a Taoist name..."

Wang Muzhi seemed to remember something.

"But I never heard of it."

Yang Jue calmed down, stopped talking about this matter, and turned to look at the dying Red Blood Taoist.

Most of this old Taoist's body has been turned into coke, he is already a dying person, if it is not for the elixir to hang his life, he is already dead.

"This person has joined the Liansheng Sect many years ago. This time, he came out of the mountain to find bad luck for the Zhang family. By the way..."

Wang Muzhi opened his palm and took out a red invitation card:
"I also want to stop me and send this thing..."

During the time when Yang Ju closed his eyes and sat quietly, he had already asked all the things that were interrogated.

"This invitation?"

Yang Qiu took it casually.

"The existence of that old hag is not a secret to the great powers of all parties. There are spies all year round around Dayan Mountain..."

Wang Muzhi spoke slowly.

Ordinary people naturally don't know the existence of Liansheng's old mother, but which of the many big forces doesn't know about it?
Therefore, on the day when he came out of Dayan Mountain, the news spread all over the world, and the many forces that had enemies with him were even more frightened.

"She sent this invitation, does she want it?"

Yang Yu frowned.

There was no other words on the invitation, it was just an invitation to Wang Mu to go to Yunzhou and Anyang prefecture.

"This old man's words are not true, maybe he is not very clear..."

Wang Muzhi shook his head slightly.

During this period of time, he did not know how many times he had cast Light Dispersion, but nothing had been achieved. The old hag was too weird.

"No matter what she wants to do, but with this invitation, it means that this old demon will not leave Yunzhou in a short time..."

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart, Yang Jue said in a deep voice:
"Take down the prefectures and counties near Anyang Mansion first, and then talk about other things! Brother Lao, take this person to Longyuan City first..."

……

……

One stone stirs up a thousand waves!

The invitation from Lian Shengjiao was like a hurricane, making the already turbulent world even more turbulent.

On the surface, the lands of Longyuan, Northwest, Ding'an, and Dongyang have calmed down.

Even outside the border, there was no disturbance for a while.

"Lian Shengjiao, there is still such an old monster alive?"

In the Yunzhou prefecture, Huang Sixiang was fidgeting, and whenever he thought that there was such an old monster in Yunzhou, he felt chills all over his body.

Although he was only a true master, he hadn't been able to step into the realm of a master for most of his life, but in the past few years following Xu Wenji, he has seen both great masters and martial saints.

Not to mention the mythical rumor that he may have lived for 3000 years, the weight of the words "had made Xuanba return without success" was enough to make him feel short of breath.

"Don't tell the boss about this news!"

Taking a deep breath, he dismissed several Jinyi guards, Huang Sixiang calmed down, and after a while, he headed towards the backyard.

In the front yard of the state capital, there was a lot of people, and all kinds of people were very noisy, but the back yard was quiet, only Xu Wenji was reviewing the files under the lamp.

"My lord..."

After stopping for a long time, Huang Sixiang didn't want to interrupt, but seeing that it was getting late, he could only interrupt loudly:
"It's getting late, you should rest..."

"Not urgent."

Xu Wenji shook his head slightly, and after reviewing the file in his hand, he asked:

"Xiuxiu her?"

"Miss is fine. Most of the people in power in the Northwest Dao are the disciples of Vientiane Mountain, and they have taken good care of her. Her health has also improved..."

Hurriedly coming from the Northwest Road, Huang Sixiang was somewhat resentful, but looking at the old man writing at his desk, he couldn't say anything.

"Actually, Boy Yang is doing very well. The Northwest Road is much better than it was back then...Why do you bother?"

"You have followed this old man for so many years, and you still say this kind of thing. It seems that what Yang prison did is really good."

After closing the file, Xu Wenji was mentally exhausted. He was getting older, and his eyes were no longer sharp:

"Leave Xiuxiu to him, the old man is relieved..."

"You are already at this age, isn't it good to take care of your life? Why is this so?"

Huang Sixiang sighed;
"You have spent most of your life working for the court, and all your children have died. Isn't that enough?"

"Not everything can be measured by gains and losses..."

Xu Wenji didn't want to talk about it:

"By the way, you came from the Northwest Road, do you know Qin Lihu?"

"Qin Lihu?"

Huang Sixiang was slightly taken aback, then smiled wryly:

"Boss, boy Yang saved your granddaughter, do you still want to do something to him?"

"Now that the situation is like this, the old man has a heart, so can he still raise troops to the northwest?"

Xu Wenji glared at him:
"The King of the Golden Tent came to lead the three major commanders under his command to enter Yunzhou, and even went to the northwest in two ways. The old man was unable to stop him. It was Qin Lihu who wiped them all out..."

Hearing what he said, Huang Sixiang breathed a sigh of relief:
"Qin Lihu, now in charge of the Northwest Army, commanding the old army, his martial arts skills are extremely high, and he is proficient in military formation...

Not long after the Sirius army entered the country, they were wiped out by the troops dispatched by them, and he himself was not in Yanzhou at all at that time..."

The border is in turmoil and the Yunzhou pass is broken. Naturally, the Northwest Road will not be indifferent. Qin Lihu has arrived in Yanzhou to coordinate the old and new armies.

"This is a strong general of the country..."

Xu Wenji sighed slightly:
"The old man promoted him back then, but he didn't protect him..."

When he sighed, Huang Sixiang broke out in a cold sweat, and then he suddenly realized that the old man had promoted Qin Lihu when he was the Minister of the Ministry of War.

But it's not just Qin Lihu...

"My lord, you..."

Huang Sixiang hesitated to speak.

"At this time when the world is in turmoil and anti-kings are rising together, since the old man has no power to calm the world, do I have to take the lead in suppressing my disciples?"

Taking a deep look at Huang Sixiang, Xu Wenji smiled wryly:

"In your eyes, is this old man really so obstinate?"

Is not it?

Huang Sixiang slandered in his heart, so naturally he didn't dare to say it, but he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief.

He was really afraid that after Xu Wenji put down the turmoil in Yunzhou, he would turn to the Northwest Road...

"The world belongs to the people of the world. I, Xu Wenji, can die by myself. Why drag more people to be buried with me?"

After coughing several times, Xu Wenji pointed to the file on the case and motioned Huang Sixiang to take a look.

The latter glanced at it and was shocked.

"There is a hero outside the Great Wall. This person was born out of nowhere. In less than a year, he actually overwhelmed the eight hundred tribes under the Seven Killing Mountains. More recently, he persuaded the fourth of the Eight Great God Mountains of the Golden Tent Royal Court, known as the King of the Seven Killings..."

"Just, more than a year!"

After more than a year, the eight parts of Sirius who were about to fall apart were reunited!
Looking at the things recorded in the file, Huang Sixiang couldn't help but take a breath:
"how can that be?!"

"The old man is also puzzled, but this is the information that hundreds of Jinyiwei spies sacrificed their lives for..."

"This……"

While Huang Sixiang's heart was shaking, he couldn't help being a little stunned.

Maybe this is the reason for the boss's change?

"This old man is no more than a middle-aged man. He has neither the power to welcome His Majesty back nor the ability to calm the world..."

Under the lights, Xu Wenji's expression flickered:

"But if under our hands, the artifact is left aside, then the old man will be a sinner through the ages..."

"you……"

……

……

The heavy snowstorms in successive winters came very late this year. It was not until the end of November that Yunzhou ushered in the first heavy snowfall.

snort~
With a flash of the sword, the sheath was already drawn back, and the sticky blood spilled onto the snow.

Looking at the corpse of the barbarian lying in the snow, a sigh flashed across Lu Qingting's indifferent face:
"Two thousand 340 two..."

After 2000 years of cultivating Taoism, his hands were not stained with blood, but he slaughtered more than [-] people in one trip down the mountain.

"These barbarians are really bloody brave. They clearly only exchange blood once or twice, yet they dare to take the initiative to ambush..."

The disciples of Xuankong Mountain also retracted their swords.

In the snowy field under the cold wind, there were more than 120 corpses, all of which were the elite Sirius people who entered the customs the year before last and were dispersed.

"This, should it be the last batch?"

The disciples of Hanging Mountain also looked tired.

This time they went down the mountain, they experienced several battles in succession, not to mention the heavy casualties, most of the survivors were also a little unstable.

Without him, the killing was too much.

"Don't be careless."

Lu Qingting took a deep breath, and still ordered all the juniors to disperse, chasing the Heavenly Wolf army.

These disorderly troops, in their eyes, are of course nothing, but only one team can wipe out villages, occupy towns, and be exiled, causing endless disasters.

"Fortunately, Mr. Xu has completely defeated the Sirius army. Next, we will have a few years of peaceful life, right?"

Rubbing his temples lightly, Lu Qingting was also very tired in his heart, which was a sign of an unstable mood.

Although he is not holding a killing robbery, no one is willing to be stained with the blood of the same kind.

Zheng~
Suddenly, a sword cry came from behind him, and Lu Qingting woke up suddenly, holding the Seven Tribulations Sword behind his back with his backhand, as if facing a formidable enemy.

The Seven Tribulations Sword is one of the top ten magical weapons in the world. It is rare to take the initiative to warn, and the person who comes is probably...

"Seven Tribulations Sword..."

Amidst the faint sigh, Lu Qingting only felt a blur in front of his eyes, lightening his hands, there was one more person in front of him, and the Seven Tribulations Sword also fell into his hands.

"you!"

Lu Qingting was startled at first, but then he felt relieved, the aura of this person was exactly his Xuankong Mountain vein.

"I don't know which patriarch is in front?"

From the corner of the eye, he glanced at the old Taoist with strange ancient robes and white eyebrows, Lu Qingting bowed slightly.

The ability of Xuankong Mountain to become one of the most powerful forces in the world, and to be the leader in the Jianghu, is naturally more than just superficial strength.

After each generation of the seven hanging sons is decided, the seven patriarchs who take office will retire to the back mountain.

"so far so good."

Yu Baimei took a look at Lu Qingting, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief:
"You are more powerful than the group of masters on the mountain. I am hanging on the mountain, and I haven't fallen to the end..."

Lu Qingting smiled wryly.

"Old Daoist Yu Baimei, count it... don't forget it, call me master, you will not suffer!"

The old Taoist flicked the Seven Tribulations Sword to Lu Qingting.

"Master Yu?"

Lu Qingting was shocked.

This one is the patriarch seven generations ago. It is said that he closed the deadly test to break through the Martial Saint. Now it seems that it has been accomplished?

After being startled, he put away the Seven Tribulations Sword and hurriedly asked the patriarch's reason for coming.

"You, the dignified Xuankong Seventh Son, what are you doing behind the court's ass? You don't even know about such a big event?"

Yu Baimei hates iron for being weak:

"Thanks to the gods and martial arts, otherwise, on the day that old demon came out of the mountain, you would probably be skinned and cramped by him, and you would be wiped out after eating it!"

"Old demon?"

Lu Qingting suddenly came to his senses, and couldn't help but gasp:
"That old monster of Dayan Mountain, she was born?!"

"Apart from her, who else?"

Let out a long howl, calling the white crane in the wind and snow, Yu Baimei has a gloomy expression:

"Boy, the Seven Tribulations Sword is up to you. In this case, you have to follow the old way..."

While speaking, he had already mentioned Lu Qingting, leaped tens of feet, and landed on the back of the swooping white crane.

"Master Yu..."

Supporting the truth, Lu Qingting still wanted to ask, the former was already a dossier, and it was the information collected by Xuankong Mountain.

Fanru died all at once? !
The Nine Islands entered the Central Plains?
Pity the old mother, and invite the heroes of the world to go to Yunzhou? !

After scanning the file, Lu Qingting couldn't help being shocked, it took him a while to digest the information, but he was puzzled:
"That old demon, why did you send out invitations? And why is it Yunzhou?"

"If you ask this question, you should fight!"

Yu Baimei couldn't help but let the cold wind blow up the Taoist robe:

"400 years ago, Zhang Yuanzhu fought that old hag to death in Yunzhou..."

　Good night good night... loka.

　
(End of this chapter)