The first cause of all realms

Chapter 748 Completely refining the human seed bag!
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hum~
In the gloomy and dark cave, there are two colors of red and gold intertwined, bright and dark, and the enlightenment disk sits on its knees.

His chest undulates, and faintly, there seems to be rays of light moving, flowing and intertwining under his skin.

"The difficulty for a Martial Saint is twice as difficult as going up to the blue sky. But, in the end, it's done, it's just..."

Breathing out a turbid breath, he blew out the light on Fang Tian's painted halberd that was thrown upside down in front of him, and Qi Daoguang slowly opened his eyes.

In an instant, the dark cave was completely white, and invisible fluctuations spread, causing the entire mountain to tremble.

Suppressing all the breaths and the desire to scream in the bottom of his heart, Qi Daoguang sighed slightly:
"It's not as good as the old man..."

After 40 years of practice, he finally broke through the threshold that has trapped countless heroes and arrogance!

Countless times, he had thought about today, how happy and willful he would be after breaking through.

But at this moment, there was no joy in his heart, only a touch of melancholy.

That old man is gone...

Call ~
Qi Daoguang slowly closed his eyes, and the cave also dimmed. After a long time, he opened his eyes again.

"Old man, I will take back your gold-plated phoenix wings, and I will continue your path to immortality for you!
Your enemies, I will send them down one by one to accompany you! "

hold head high!
There seemed to be an extremely high-pitched dragon chant breaking through the mountain, and Qi Daoguang stepped out in one step, smashing the mountain wall in front of him like a dragon.

"get out!"

Boom!

It seems that there is a big sun blooming in the valley, and the gloomy night dissipates instantly, and the colliding ripples roll and scatter,
A figure quickly retreated and landed on the back of the flying dragon eagle.

"This halberd has a bit of Henry Zhang's style, and it is worthy of being his heir!"

The night wind blew, blowing people in black robes hunting, and blowing their cold laughter to all parts of the valley.

"Mitian leader Ning Wuqiu? How dare a dog-like thing call the old man by his first name?"

Holding Fang Tian's painted halberd at an angle, Qi Daoguang glanced coldly at the person, and sneered back:
"Based on your background in the Mitian sect, I'm afraid you won't be able to regenerate a severed limb? Who are you going to make a dog for?
Seven Killing Shrine, Qiankun Cave, or Eternal Tianlun Temple? "

"You little bastard with sharp teeth, if you want to piss off the old man, then you have indeed done it..."

On Longying's back, Ning Wuqiu looked coldly:

"If it wasn't for the old man's lack of vitality at this moment, I would have killed your soul today!"

In the mountains and forests at night, there is a murderous atmosphere, which is more cruel and unbearable than the heavy snow in the middle of winter.

Huhu~
Qi Daoguang stands on the top of the mountain, with his robes flying behind him, his arrogance is like fire, showing his sharp edge:

"If you miss today, your vitality will be restored, and if I kill you, it will be like killing a dog!"

"Hahaha!"

Hearing this, Ning Wuqiu was not angry or surprised, but laughed back:
"It's ridiculous, pitiful! Qi Daoguang, you went astray without knowing it, and you still want to kill this old man, it's really ridiculous!"

"It's ridiculous."

Qi Daoguang nodded in agreement:

"I think you would rather have no demand. You were promoted to Martial Saint 50 years ago, and you also held the rank of Shidu Night Demon, but now, even when you see me, you have to accompany me with a dragon eagle, and you dare not go down to the ground..."

"Ridiculous, indeed ridiculous!"

The laughter stopped abruptly, and Ning Wuqiu's complexion suddenly darkened:

"Insanity!"

After uttering these two words, he seemed to have lost the desire to speak, and with a flick of his hand, a bright red invitation came out:
"If you have the guts, this old man is waiting for you in Anyang!"

call!
Fang Tian drew a halberd across the sky, and received the invitation on that page. Under the dim moonlight, Qi Daoguang raised his eyebrows, his expression moved:
"A nest of snakes and rats, the ancients did not deceive me..."

Forgot to take a look at Long Ying who was leaving in the dust, his eyes flashed with a strong and suspicious light:

"The old witch actually escaped from the trap? Who broke the backhand left by the old man..."

Qi Daoguang was frightened and angry, and he also put out his thoughts of slowly stabilizing the realm, and slowly stabilized the realm while leaving the valley.

"Nie Longtian, it seems that he died to flatten the illusion of Dushan Mountain..."

"Xu Wenji led 20 troops, broke the golden tent, Wang Ting You Khan, and the king came to the capital, to resist the enemy?"

"Seven killing kings outside the Great Wall, restart the eight kings' discussion of politics, and collect the eight tribes of Shenshan?"

"The king of Ding'an asked for help from all the Taoists. Li Chuang, a native of Qingzhou, made himself king and recruited 80 elites. Want to fight to win Ding'an?"

"Mitianjiao broke through the seven barriers, fought against the leader Ning Wuqiu three times, and won the power of the sect..."

"Song Tiandao Bianzhou disappeared without a trace. It seems that he has entered the fairyland?"

"The sea is full of iron and iron. When I returned from the sea, I took over the six major islands in the South China Sea. The power has expanded unprecedentedly..."

"Youlong closed the death test in Hantan..."

"The old mother of Liansheng reappeared in the world, and invited the heroes of the world to go to Anyang Mansion in Yunzhou..."

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Qi Daoguang couldn't help being a little dazed when he obtained the major events that have happened in the world in recent months through a secret channel.

How can I feel like the sea has changed after several months of retreat?

And when he saw the latest and most recent one, his eyes couldn't help but condense:
"Northwest King Yang Prison, cut Brahma as one?!"

Beheading Vatican as one? !
This news shocked him far more than the birth of Lian Sheng's old mother. For a moment, he was in a daze.

"He, broke through?"

After reading all the information over and over again, a thought that made his heart skip a beat emerged in his mind:
"He killed Fan Ruyi before he became a martial saint?!"

In the restaurant in the small town at noon, Qi Daoguang, who had long since survived the cold and heat, felt chills in his heart.

This, how to do it?
magic weapon?

Supernatural powers?
Taoism?

still is……

"Grandpa, you have achieved martial arts, the master must be very happy..."

Several Qi family masters trembled with excitement, if they didn't know that the place was wrong, they would have wished to raise their heads to the sky and howl.

This is Wu Sheng!
After a long time, Qi Daoguang came back to his senses, suppressed all kinds of distracting thoughts in his heart, and asked in a deep voice:
"How many invitations did the old hag send out?"

"This……"

Several Qi family masters looked at each other and shook their heads.

"The Liansheng religion has always been known as the number one religion in the world. Although it is not recognized, it is extremely powerful and spreads all over the world. This invitation was not sent from one place, but nine ways, and even many branches outside the Great Wall. out..."

One of the elders replied:
"I don't know how many have been sent out, but most of them are great masters, and only a few of them don't know the background, but I think it is very likely that they are masters of supernatural powers..."

The Liansheng Sect covers all Daos and countries, and its number of followers is beyond comparison with ordinary sects. If you want to monitor so many branches, no one except the imperial court can do it.

but……

"This old demon invited many people, but the one-year period is very short after all, and only those who are a little closer can catch up...

Moreover, it is not necessarily how many people will come. "

After finishing speaking in one breath, the old man took a sip of tea from his cup.

"No, most of the people who accepted the invitation will go."

Qi Daoguang scanned the invitation card on the table, his eyes were cold:
"This is not just an invitation... it's also a threat!"

"threaten?"

"If you don't go to see her, she will come to you!"

"This……"

Several masters of the Qi family couldn't help but change their expressions.

"By the way, why did the old hag stay in Yunzhou? Logically speaking, Ding'an Road is the home of the Liansheng Sect..."

As he said that, Qi Daoguang seemed to think of something:
"Could it be because..."

"cough!"

The old man coughed lightly. Even though he was in the box with the Martial Saint by his side, he subconsciously transmitted the voice:

"Master, you guessed right, the old hag's choice of Yunzhou was indeed related to the battle 400 years ago..."

Four, 500 years ago, when the world was in chaos, Lianshengjiao took advantage of the situation and raised the flag of rebellion. Although it was suppressed by the court, many rebel kings after that had a great relationship with Lianshengjiao.

Including Zhang Yuanzhu.

However, after Zhang Yuanzhu gained power, he was the first to raise the butcher knife and slash at the Lianshengjiao, and it really hurt the foundation of the Lianshengjiao.

"It is said that more than 400 years ago, Zhang Yuanzhu's last battle took place in Yunzhou. He used his court background and even the national destiny..."

Thinking of the old things back then, Qi Daoguang's heart moved slightly.

The Qi family has a long history, and some people even participated in that battle. He still remembers some of this record vaguely.

Even after that battle, there were rumors that the dragon veins of the Central Plains were cut off in that battle...

"Could it be that there are still things left by Zhang Yuanzhu in Yunzhou?"

"Uncle's ingenious calculations, the subordinates admire."

Hearing Qi Daoguang muttering to himself, all the Qi family masters couldn't help admiring, but they didn't dare to show off:
"A few days ago, a master visited Anyang City unannounced, and found fluctuations in the fairyland illusion..."

"The fairyland left by Zhang Yuanzhu?"

Qi Daoguang was thoughtful, but he didn't say any more.

After putting away the invitation, he asked the question he was most concerned about:
"Where is Yang Prison?"

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Wang Muzhi, who returned from the starry night, did not go directly to Longyuan Palace, but came outside the city.

Huhu~
Under the heavy snow in early winter, the Longyuan River has already frozen everywhere, only the armored car running on the railroad tracks, running around day and night.

The armored chariots built by Qi Changfa have started running a few years later. It is precisely because of this that not too many farmers were dispatched during the Yunzhou war.

"Chi Dao, Jia Che... That Qi Changfa is worthy of the status of divine work."

Glancing at the roaring armored chariots, Wang Muzhi sighed slightly, and carried the dying red-blooded Taoist to a temple by the Longyuan River.

This is a newly built Dragon King Temple, but there is not much incense, because the owner of this temple is Yu Fengxian.

"Wang Muzhi?"

Sensing the person coming, the temple gate suddenly opened, with a red dress behind, but Qinglong Yanyue Saber in front.

"What are you here for?"

Yu Fengxian was always rude when speaking, but Wang Muzhi naturally didn't mind, and only smiled slightly:
"The meritorious deeds of the princess are getting deeper and deeper, and I think I will be promoted to Martial Saint soon..."

"Why, are you here to laugh at the princess!"

Hearing this, Yu Fengxian's face turned dark.

These years, with the chaos in the world, many people in Longyuan Dao promoted her to be a martial saint on the chessboard.

Especially, she arrived after the news of Zhang Xuanba's inheritance spread.

However, the difficulty of the Martial Saint is not easy. Even if she has inherited her grandfather's and Zhang Xuanba's inheritance of true energy, she is still a little short of knocking on that door.

In addition, her Dao fruit is far from approaching the ten capitals...

Therefore, in the past few months, every time someone mentioned Wu Sheng, she felt very irritable.

"Naturally not..."

Wang Muzhi was dumb, but he didn't care, he just threw the red-blooded Taoist on the ground:
"To be honest, Wang came here because he wanted to exchange this person for the land of Yunzhou..."

"impossible!"

Yu Fengxian categorically refused, her phoenix eyes were full of evil:

"Wang Muzhi, don't you think that you are a martial sage, so you can wantonly bully my Longyuan lineage! This princess is not afraid to tell you that even though you are a martial sage, I may not be able to do anything to you!"

"Yes, yes, yes. The princess is the heir appointed by Prince Zhao, so he is no match for Wang, but..."

Taking a step back, avoiding the approaching Qinglong Yanyue Saber, Wang Muzhi sighed:

"Can't you just listen to me? This person is..."

boom!
The light of the knife suddenly appeared, accompanied by the earth-shattering sound of the knife, it was clearly the Qinglong Yanyue knife, but Wang Muzhi faintly noticed the shadow of the phoenix-winged golden iron.

The princess who took over the mantle of Henry Zhang has gradually undergone an incredible transformation, which made him feel threatened.

"He is the Heavenly King Lao Tzu, and he will not succeed!"

Without saying a word, they fought.

Yu Fengxian's temperament has always been strong. When she was young, it was because of her parents' early death, but now, it is because she has become the backbone of Longyuan, so she must not show her weakness.

After retreating again and again, Wang Muzhi saw the stitches and said why he came: "Actually, Wang got here because of my junior brother..."

call!
The big knife that was cut out was withdrawn suddenly, Yu Fengxian coughed lightly, looked at the coke on the ground and said:

"Who is this person? If grandma can be persuaded, it's not impossible to discuss..."

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"The sky is the tent and the ground is the blanket, the sun, the moon and the stars will sleep with me in the morning!"

There seems to be a rooster crowing to disperse the night, and the red sun rises in the east, swaying endless light.

The moment the god's will touched the race bag, Yang Ju's ears and heart were filled with all his perceptions by the blazing and masculine fist.

This is not the first time he has felt this majestic and domineering fist, but until now, he still can't help admiring his martial arts achievements.

With 3000 years of ancient history, the stars are shining, and there are too many heroes, but no matter how they are arranged, this person in front of him must be one of the top few.

His martial arts and martial arts are not inferior to any emperors in ancient and modern times, and his martial arts achievements are comparable to Bodhidharma and sloppy Taoists, and they can be called monuments.

but……

The moment the Tiangang fist was violently raised, Yang Jue also moved.

He came prepared, and at this moment he put in all his strength, his will boiled and burned like a flame, and turned into a substantial fist and emptied out.

Turning arrows into fists is Tianyiquan and Sixiangquan!
hum!
Fierce fists exploded in front of his eyes.

Compared with the fist of the supreme martial artist in front of him, Yang Ju's fist seems to be destroyed at the touch of a touch, but this is exactly the subtlety of his punch.

Zhang Yuanzhu's Tiangang Fist covers the eight wastelands and is a domineering combination of good fortune, and his punch is like a scorching sun and a bright moon.

Like a breeze, like a thunderbolt...

This is the quintessence of the martial arts he has practiced for twenty years, and it is also the urging of his best martial arts.

There is no boundless sky, how can he suppress this style of Tiangang Fist? !
You know, this is one of the monuments of martial arts that Henry Zhang, who was at his extreme, respected very much...

call!
With one punch, Yang Jue lost his mind.

For this moment, he practiced hard for three years in the Bodhidharma Enlightenment Map, not to mention how many times he was defeated by this fist.

At this moment, the radiance burst out, and for a while, it seemed to completely suppress that Tiangang fist.

'It's done? ! '

Before this thought flashed by, it had dissipated into the invisible. In such a fierce collision, Yang Jue's heart couldn't help shaking for a moment.

At this moment, for the first time, he saw the depth of that radiant fist light.

In a daze, he seemed to see the extremely lean body under the flying dragon robe of the emperor Mian.

And, that deafening roar:

"I'm a commoner in Dongyang, what can heaven and earth do to me?!"

Boom!

The huge courtyard trembled, and the black iron ingots piled up in it fell to the ground.

"I'm careless..."

Crystal blood drops overflowed from the mouth, nose, seven orifices, and even the pores of the whole body and then flowed back.

Yang Jue's eyes turned black, and his brain buzzed. A collision of fists was more dangerous and tiring than a fight with Wu Sheng.

The fist left by the Great Ming Taizu was beyond his imagination.

At that moment, he almost thought that he had seen Henry Zhang in his peak state…

"This punching intent may be more precious than the race bag..."

Caressing the bloody and swollen eyes of the sky, Yang Jue had this idea in his mind, but he didn't try to tease the fist that he had accommodated in the eyes of the sky.

Instead, he weighed the ethnographic bag:

"Here, how much background does the imperial court have?"

　Good night……

　
(End of this chapter)