The first cause of all realms

Chapter 757 The Big Dipper Falls to Montenegro!
The Ninth Fighting Immortal...

Looking at the violently trembling purple gold gourd, Yang Jue's heart sank.

At this moment, he realized very deeply what it means to be a thief if you are old but not dead.

3000 years, too long, too long.

For a hundred years and six generations, in 3000 years, the dynasties have changed dozens of times, and the sea will turn into mulberry fields.

A strong man who was lucky enough to become famous in the troubled times at the end of Qin Dynasty, survived dozens of dynasty changes without dying, it seems that he can accept any achievements.

Not to mention the pitiful old woman, but anyone who has lived for 3000 years, I am afraid that the achievements will not be low.

only……

"She really has nine such tyrannical incarnations?"

Suppressing the palpitations in his heart, Yang Jue turned his mind, his mind had already stepped into the cauldron of gluttony, and held down the violently trembling Zijin gourd.

In this battle, apart from fighting with his life, he has exhausted everything, and even Feng Wushuang is counted.

Still only one line away, he was counter-killed.

The old woman's tyranny has really reached an unbelievable level, he doesn't believe that she still has eight such incarnations.

hum!
Seemingly aware of Yang Yu's arrival, the riots in the Zijin Gourd became more and more ferocious, and he even felt that the Zijin Gourd might be blown up by her.

This is not an illusion.

The indestructibility of Dao Fruit is not indelible, but no matter what method is used to obliterate it, it will still reappear at a certain time and a certain place.

Roar!
Roar!
What came out of the gourd was the neighing of a ghost, and the moment his soul was suppressed by the purple gold gourd, his intelligence had disappeared.

But even so, Zijin gourd suppression is very difficult, and this is still the case with the blessing of Longyuan Ghost Slaying Sword and Suppressing Evil Seal.

"call!"

Under Tongyou, its soul and fate can be seen at a glance.

Yang Ju had never urged Tongyou to look at the same person so many times before, and what moved him was that every time he urged Tongyou, he could see something different from before.

The fate of the old woman is changing and vibrating irregularly, as if someone is sensing and trying to take back this incarnation by various means from far away in the void.

"You, you can't leave!"

At this moment, even his extremely serious injury is more important than not having this divine soul.

Under the blessing of divine will, the three Dao fruits trembled violently.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

As if aware of something, the fluctuation of the soul body in the purple gold gourd became more and more intense, and in the end, it even came out through the body.

"Um?!"

On the place where Yang Prison was sitting cross-legged, Wang Muzhi stood quietly to protect the Dharma, when he suddenly heard a shrill ghostly howl, and looked intently, he saw strands of black mist overflowing from the former's body.

This is?

The moment he noticed the black mist, he suddenly felt a little terrified.

"The breath of the old witch?!"

With a tense mind, Wang Muzhi's ten fingers shot up with lightning, and he stepped forward, transforming into 12 figures, and at the same time activated the yin and yang killing hand.

In an instant, the electric light criss-crossed and intertwined into a grid in an instant, covering the black mist that continued to flow.

"what!"

When the black mist collided with the electric light, there was actually the sound of howling ghosts and gods.

"who?!"

Qi Daoguang came in a flash, seeing the black mist filled the air, he couldn't help but tighten his mind:
"That old turtledove..."

Subconsciously, he wanted to mention Fang Tian's painted halberd, and the breath made his hair stand on end.

"Don't, don't move!"

Suddenly, the little one sitting on his shoulder spoke crisply:

"Brother, brother is beating that bad mother-in-law..."

"Ok?"

Qi Daoguang was slightly taken aback, his expression relaxed a bit.

Naturally, he wouldn't take the words of such a little guy to heart, he stopped because the breath had already disappeared.

hum!
In the cauldron of gluttony, the glory of lavender shines.

Under the purple light, both Zijin Gourd and Longyuan Ghost Slaying Sword fell silent, but the Suppressing Evil Seal couldn't stop trembling and radiating purple light.

Without the support of the physical body, most of this soul was consumed by the three great fruits, but only half of it was already more terrifying than the thousand ghosts he had received before!
[Suppressing Evil Seal: Refining Soul and Riding Corpse]

【Ghost: None】

【Yin God: Jing Yi (Dead)】

【Grass Head God: [-]】

It's not a Yin ghost, it's not a Yin god, but a grass-headed god!

Yang Yu felt relieved, and there were various words flowing down on the tripod wall.

【Unnamed Grass Head God】

【Fate: Turtle Shape】

【Fifteen Fate】

[Fate: Unblessed]

A grass-headed god who can bless fifteen lives!
"Fifteen lives..."

Yang Ju's spirit shook.

Up to now, the upper limit of his number of lives is still ten, which is equivalent to that of Li Chuang, who Wang Muzhi regards as a potential dragon.

Although he could feel that the increase in his number of lives was far from the upper limit, but so far, it was still ten.

And this grass-headed god, in theory, can bless fifteen purple lives!
"Fifteen purple lives..."

Glancing at Zijin Gourd who had fallen silent, his life was burned out in the previous battle, and the poor old mother's 13 purple lives were all captured by him!

"If all these 13 purple lives are given to this grass-headed god..."

The thought flashed by, and Yang Jue was a little moved, but he didn't continue to do it.

Zhenxie printed the newborn soul body, which was ignorant and blank, and he had no idea how to make it up.

call!
Pressing the throbbing in his heart, his mind returned to silence, and he began to transfer Qi and blood to heal his injuries.

His injuries were too severe.

Not only the injury from the shock, but also the injury that he forcefully forced the mustard space and was split by his own saber energy.

In addition, the most troublesome thing is that just resisting the sacrificial seal urged by the 3000-year-old mother has exhausted his mind and body, and his five senses have fallen to an unprecedented level.

The superposition of many injuries resulted in that it took several hours before he was able to stand up by himself without the help of others.

"Little Prison!"

The moment Yang Qiu opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the tearful mother-in-law and the restless old man.

Granny Yang, who had been terrified for many days, looked at Yang Qiu covered in bruises, crying. She wanted to go forward, but she was afraid of hurting him.

"Grandma, I'm fine."

Holding her mother-in-law's cold palm tightly, Yang Qian stood up, and from the corner of his eye, Feng Wushuang, who was already somewhat old, stood in the shadows.

'Thank you very much...'

Comforting the old man and the others, Warden Yang heaved a sigh of relief, and the big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

Feng Wushuang fulfilled all the promises he had made to him, not only paid a huge price at the last moment to cast back the fire that surpassed the grade, but also protected the old man and the others.

"You, your injury..."

After changing his clothes, Yang Qiu didn't have any external injuries, but the old man smelled a very strong smell of blood.

A martial artist can't control his own blood, how can he not know what it means.

"You guys are fine."

Comforting the frightened mother-in-law, the haze in Yang Qiu's heart disappeared, even though he was seriously injured, he still felt very peaceful.

"It's the sacrificial seal again..."

Silently let go of his hand, Qin Si saw sweat on his forehead, and his face turned pale:
"How could there be such a tyrannical sacrifice mark?"

Holding her warm little hand behind his back, preventing her from trying in vain, Yang Jue comforted softly:

"Let's talk about it when we go home."

"Um……"

Even though she was extremely worried, Qin Si still nodded obediently, didn't say much, just followed him, tried silently, and thought about the solution silently.

For others, the incomprehension in the seal of giving up one's life is nothing to her, and she must die in extreme suffering.

Using supernatural powers, she can even turn harm into benefit, and turn the huge energy in the sacrificial seal into her own use, helping the Chinese and Indians break through the situation.

just,

This sacrificial seal is really tyrannical beyond imagination.

If the seal of self-sacrifice used by Yang Yuzeng was just a drop of water, then at this moment, it is like a rolling river of heaven and a vast ocean.

With her supernatural power level at this time, she is completely powerless to reverse...

However, if it is reversed...

……

……

Whoosh!

The cold wind blows, and heavy snow falls into the empty city.

The joy of a family reunion also turned into depression under such dead silence. Looking down at the city wall through the window, Yang Yu was silent.

"Under Dingyang City, there is an illusionary realm of immortals and demons, which is suspected to be left by the great ancestor Zhang Yuanzhu. The old witch sacrificed the entire city with blood, and it is also related to this illusion..."

Wang Muzhi put down the document and sighed:

"In a city with a million households, only more than ten thousand people survived, and most of them were not in the city that day..."

silence.

Behind the cold words on the dossier, there are millions of deaths. Whether it is Yang Yu, Wang Muzhi, or Qi Daoguang, Yu Baimei, Lu Qingting, Jiang Wuyang and others who are in the same room, they all feel depressed.

"Old thief, damn it!"

Qi Daoguang couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, but he had nowhere to vent it, so he could only make a 'click' sound when holding Fang Tianhua's halberd.

"She should have died a long time ago, but..."

Yu Baimei sighed:
"But she, there is a high probability that she is not dead yet."

"Not dead yet?!"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of everyone in the room changed, Jiang Wuyang and Lu Qingting were even more horrified.

"She is indeed not dead."

Yang Ju turned around, looked at the crowd, and said 'The Ninth World Fighting Immortal'.

"impossible!"

Qi Daoguang's complexion turned blue:
"It is absolutely impossible for her to have eight such tyrannical incarnations, even if she lived for 3000 years, it is impossible!"

"good."

Yu Baimei nodded, he glanced at the pale-faced Yang Qiu, and talked about the secret behind the door:

"More than a thousand years ago, the patriarch traveled all over the world to kill this beast. He once met Bodhidharma in a certain illusion..."

Ping Dushan?
Yang Ju's eyes moved, but he didn't speak.

Everyone in the room also thought patiently and listened to Yu Baimei's story.

"...According to what the patriarch said, the old witch was once one of the three thousand alchemists sent out to sea by the Emperor Qin, and got good fortune on the East China Sea.

What exactly she got, no one knows, maybe, it is what Yang Daxia said about the Nine Worlds Fighting One Immortal..."

Organized the language, Yu Baimei looked solemn:

"The Patriarch and Bodhidharma met, and after talking with each other, they found that although they both met the old witch, they were not the same person!
The patriarch later visited famous mountains, and from the words left by many ancestors, he also confirmed one point..."

"She, really has nine incarnations?"

Jiang Wuyang's heart trembled a little.

In the battle yesterday, his energy and spirit were almost wiped out, and the tyranny of the old hag had surpassed Henry Zhang.

What's even more frightening is that under his Taoism, the group of people can't hurt them at all except for being beaten.

This is because they are not good at attacking and killing Taoism, otherwise, before Yang prison arrives, they are afraid that they will all be wiped out.

Such an incarnation, if there are nine...

"It is true that she does not have one body, but no one knows how many bodies she has. According to what the patriarch said, the old woman will be born every few hundred years, and she will even marry and have children. Brother, kill husband and son and return..."

Yubaimei's expression is complicated:

"For thousands of years, my Hanging Mountain has continuously branched out to the world, and it is also related to people... During the thousand years, I have discovered three suspected old witches who have passed through the past..."

Having said that, he paused slightly and looked at Yang Jian:

"The last time she was born before this should have been around a hundred years ago, and the one she chose that time should be..."

"Truth talker!"

Yang Ju opened his mouth indifferently, but he guessed this point.

"Not bad!"

Yu Baimei was slightly surprised, but did not ask any further questions, and continued:

"Therefore, this old witch may have several incarnations, but it is absolutely impossible for them to be so tyrannical. At least, there will be no such incarnation within a hundred years!"

Yu Baimei was very sure of this sentence.

"What I saw yesterday must be the true self of the old witch 3000 years ago, otherwise, it would be impossible to be so tyrannical!"

"In that case..."

At this point, the expressions of everyone in the room eased.

"It is indeed possible."

Yang Yu couldn't help but nodded.

If the incarnation of the old woman was as tyrannical as yesterday, it would be absolutely impossible for Lin Taoist back then to retreat from Dayan Mountain.

It also doesn't have to wait until the man of truth is seriously injured before making a sneak attack and capturing him.

"Even so, this old thief must die!"

Qi Daoguang said in a deep voice:

"I will return to the family immediately and mobilize people to search for traces of this old thief. If I find any traces, would you all dare to join us in killing this thief?"

Inside the house, there was a brief silence.

Jiang Wuyang's breathing was slightly stagnant, but he still gritted his teeth:
"Before the sky changes, if you can't kill this thief, I'm afraid we will all die at his hands, Jiang, do it!"

fear.

He was naturally afraid. After the battle yesterday, Wu Longsheng and Cheng Yiyuan turned around and left, not daring to stay for a moment.

How can he not be afraid?
But he understood better, how terrifying it would be if this old guy lived until the sky changed...

You must know that it has always been Ling Qi that restricts Taoism!
If the change of heaven comes and Taoism is used, there will be no need for all kinds of cumbersome rituals, and the power will skyrocket.

"Within seven years, if you can find out, the old man will definitely not refuse, but after seven years..."

Yu Baimei sighed, and looked at Lu Qingting:
"If seven years later..."

"The disciple understands."

Lu Qingting bowed slightly and responded.

Without too many words, several people had reached a consensus. After looking at each other, they each retreated.

Not long after, there were only two Yang prisons left in the house.

"The sky is changing, it's getting closer..."

Stretching out his hand to sense the gradually thickening spiritual qi, Yang Jue looked at Wang Muzhi:
"Brother, why don't you just speak up?"

His five senses have fallen to the bottom, but he naturally noticed Wang Muzhi's hesitation when facing each other.

"Before I came to this city yesterday, I saw the death of that old hag in a corner of the future with my supernatural power of splitting light and transforming shadows..."

"Um?!"

Yang Jian couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"It's not you, I haven't seen you in that corner of the future..."

Wang Muzhi's expression was extremely puzzled and extremely complicated:
"The Big Dipper fell to the Black Mountain, the Sirius killed Liansheng..."

　good night everyone...

　
(End of this chapter)