The first cause of all realms

Chapter 762 Lifeless people, goodbye mantra!

"Eye of the sky?!"

With just one blow, the window was smashed. Amidst the screams, Jiang Xiazi's pupils were still constricting violently, and he was greatly frightened.

Divine Eye and Celestial Eye are two completely different concepts.

The former refers to the eyes of ancient immortals and gods, which have the ability to capture souls through the void, while the latter, as the name suggests, the eyes of heaven, are the eyes bestowed by God!

According to ancient legend, the eyes of the sky can only be born by those gods who have both the strengths of immortals and Buddhas and straddle the two realms!
In other words, this is the ultimate eye, and even if it is in the legendary extreme rank, not everyone has this third eye!

In the world of Longquan, spiritual tides have been surging for more than a million years, but according to historical records, there are only three or five people who have the eyes of the sky!
And those three or five people...

Just when such a thought came up, Jiang Xiazi felt that his breathing was about to stop. He was so frightened that he didn't even have the slightest intention to stop.

While still in the air, he had already crushed a magic weapon, and it turned into a rainbow and disappeared without a trace under the eyes of everyone.

……

"call!"

"Suck!"

In the backyard of the palace, all kinds of black iron and fine gold piled up like a mountain, and Yang Yu in a long gown crossed his legs among them, silently absorbing the essence of a hundred gold, as well as the collected empty valley stones and blue sky stones.

For more than a year after the war, he has been healing his wounds, but even though he did not hesitate to eat a piece of ginseng fruit, he still couldn't get rid of it.

That seal of sacrifice was so tyrannical that it was unimaginable.

But he will not waste time, apart from reading the essence of martial arts, the most he does every day is absorbing the essence of gold to refine his skeleton.

Different from Konggu Stone, Qingkong Stone, and Xuanshi, the amount of black iron in his hand is huge, and the Northwest Road is rich in black iron. If there is no shortage of foreign objects, it will make great progress.

In fact, without the restraint of the sky-lifting body and the black iron skeleton, the sacrificial seal would have exploded already.

"call!"

As a large piece of blue sky stone turned into powder, Yang Jue's mind wandered, and he sank into the acupoints.

But I can see strands of spiritual qi lingering around, the stone monkey with seven orifices in its life seems to be alive, and it can't stop breathing.

After becoming a martial sage, the spirit energy is no longer so uncontrollable for him, and he can let it go deep into the acupoints to give birth to this stone monkey with seven apertures.

It's a pity that the 'breeding' from the blue sky stone is still too weak, and it is too difficult, too difficult to conceive the incomplete two orifices of the stone monkey.

call!
Suddenly, Yang Jue seemed to be aware of something, and suddenly woke up from the sedation, a trace of surprise flashed across his pale face.

Under the eyes of the sky, he couldn't hide himself, and with the broken pages of the book of life and death in his hand, he noticed something wrong with a glance.

He lightly pressed the center of his eyebrows, and under the eyes of the sky, he could faintly see the figure that had turned into a rainbow:
"The lifeless man..."

Yang Jue frowned, feeling suspicious.

This is the first time he has seen the remaining pages of the book of life and death. It is the first time he has seen such a blank space. It should be noted that even the old demon of Montenegro can see the color of his fate, but he is limited by the level of penetration and cannot see through the magic weapon of his body. .

But this person is different, he has no fate...

"This person……"

Yang Jue let go of his fingers, his expression changed a bit.

In just a moment, the man's aura had disappeared hundreds of miles away, and even if he wanted to chase him, it would be too late.

But after a second thought, he had already caught the source of the breath on that person:
"Su Ming."

He was still thinking to himself, Tie Feng had come from outside the courtyard:

"My lord, I found the trail of Reverend Lin, he is already a hundred miles outside the city..."

Since the day when the northwest city was captured, the number of people who came to vote has never stopped, but Yang prison had already ordered him to prefer to be short rather than to be indiscriminate.

As a result, in the past seven or eight years, not many people have been accepted, Tie Feng and Lin brothers are naturally exceptions.

"Ah."

Waving his hand, without Tie Feng's support, Yang Jue took a deep breath, suppressing the sharp pain of blood colliding in his body, and walked slowly to the front hall.

Under the Sacrificial Seal, it was extremely difficult for him to use his energy, blood, and true strength, but under such a violent tear, his horizontal training improved by leaps and bounds.

In just over a year, Yuan Magnetic True Body Art has made considerable progress.

He walked slowly, and when he reached the front hall, Lin Daoren, who was busy with travel and dust, would also step over the threshold.

"Real..."

Taking the pagoda tree carefully handed over by Lin Daoren with both hands, the corners of Yang Jue's eyes twitched for a moment.

Without the level of ghosts and gods, and without such supernatural powers, even if Lin Daoren followed his instructions, he would not be able to really see the man of truth.

On the small locust tree, the soul and body of the Taoist man of truth has been weakened to the limit, and under the darkness, it can be seen that he has lost more than half of his yin life.

"You, it's done!"

Only Yang Jue could hear, the old and weak voice came, and he felt sore, almost unable to suppress his emotions.

awful!
It's too awful.

A man of truth who has no flesh shell, he can almost see what the soul body has experienced.

"That old hag, damn it."

Yang Jue's breathing was heavy, and his own injury was involved, so he couldn't help but let out a muffled snort.

"You are this?"

Concentrating on the pagoda tree, at this moment Lin Daoren sensed the injury in Yang Prison's body, and couldn't help but change his face.

"The old witch's sacrifice mark?!"

Rao Lin Daoren, who has become a martial saint, couldn't help but change his face.

He has been entangled with the Liansheng Sect for many years, but he didn't know how powerful this sacrificial seal is, this is a deadly move that even a great master can injure a martial sage.

And the skill of that old hag...

"Not in the way."

Without explaining or delaying, Yang Jue returned to the room with the pagoda tree in his hands. Outside the closed door, the exhausted Lin Daoren was on guard.

"call!"

Inside the house, Yang Jue sat cross-legged, and with a flick of his fingers, the baby ghost emerged from the black mist.

The little ghost's vitality was seriously injured, he was almost killed by the old woman Liansheng that day, only one breath survived, Yang Jue swallowed the ginseng fruit, and it also meant to save the little ghost with Yinshou.

"master."

Guiying nodded and bowed, before Yang Jue could reply, he was startled by the man of truth in Huaimu:
"You're not dead? No, no, I mean, are you still alive? No, no, you're dead?!"

Guiying was shocked.

That day, he ransacked the entire northwest city and found no trace of the Taoist, how could he still be alive?

"Not much nonsense, it's hard for a real person to maintain this state, can you do anything?"

Yang Jue coughed lightly and interrupted.

This baby ghost looks like a baby, but it is actually an old ghost who has lived for a long time and has met the sloppy Taoist. He knows many things more than him.

"This……"

Looking at the dying, almost speechless old soul, Guiying felt distressed:
"...If the bag is broken, it can be mended, but if the soul is broken, how can it be mended?"

Insufficient yin life, it is like there is no water in the bottle, but the soul is broken, it is like a broken porcelain bottle, the water will not stop, in this case, even if there are ten ginseng fruits, there is no way.
"No, don't worry about it..."

In the locust tree, the man of truth became weaker and weaker, and it took him a lot of strength to speak once:

"She hates me for not dying, and she is afraid of death. She cut the soul of the old Taoist, just to make me die in pain..."

"Boy Yang, let the old Taoist have a good time..."

"Real..."

Yang Jue took a deep breath and looked at the ghost baby:
"According to what you want, just make it up?"

"Yes, it should be..."

The ghost baby summoned a large cloud of mist to nourish the locust tree, and felt a little weak when he heard this:
"Actually, real people can also fill in the vacancies of the five ghosts. Now, only the five ghosts are left..."

"To shut up!"

Yang Jue slapped it backhand and tucked it into his cuff.

"Really, the boy is not sure at the moment, but let's give it a try, if it doesn't work..."

"If it doesn't work, let the old man go happily..."

Seeing that Taoist Zhenyan's consciousness was very blurred, Yang Ju gritted his teeth and urged the purple gold gourd to collect his soul into it.

hum!
Doing his best to suppress Zijin Gourd Yaoyao's instinct to grind the soul, Yang Jue concentrated his mind and stepped into the cauldron of gluttony.

"Replenishing the soul..."

　Good night everyone... Over chapter, over chapter
　
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