The first cause of all realms

Chapter 767 Yang Wudi!
"Human Immortal, Human Immortal..."

The sound of bells reverberated throughout the city, five dragons walked among the crowds, five music played in unison in the ears, and various flags were flying in front of the eyes.

Surrounded by [-] northwest imperial troops, the king's chariot slowly passed by.

Inside and outside the Dao City, crowds of people surged, and many forbidden troops lined up on both sides, and the sound of mountains and tsunamis overwhelmed the sound of ritual and music.

It has been nearly ten years since he settled in the unified Northwest, and Yang Prison's reputation in the Northwest Road has far surpassed that of Zhang Xuanyi.

Even though the Northwest Road is not popular to kneel and worship, there are still many people who kneel while shouting "Thousand Years" wherever they pass.

This is extremely expensive in the world.

The king was furious, bleeding and drifting away, not to mention this one, who is already the No. 1 martial artist in the world.

only……

"Who is behind Li Chuang? I'm afraid it's not just the old hag, her martial arts attainments are never so high..."

Wu Longsheng had fear in his heart.

That book of cheats was not exhaustive, but the few words touched his mind.

Before the Daoguo four-step stop ceremony, he was one of the few pure martial saints in the world, proficient in all kinds of martial arts, and naturally had his own understanding of the things on the booklet.

The person who wrote the book "The Foundation of Immortals" has far surpassed himself in martial arts, perhaps, he is no less than Zhang Xuanba.

but……

"Sneaky people hiding in the dark, even if their martial arts attainments are not bad, how can they clear the way for me?"

Wulongsheng stopped at the entrance of an alley, where he could see the slow-moving king's chariot.

In front of the chariot, Wu Changbai held a halberd and rode a horse to clear the way for the king's chariot. Various flags surrounded Yang Yu, wearing a crown and a long knife at his waist, sitting upright.

From the Qin Dynasty to the Ming Dynasty, all kinds of etiquette have extremely complicated regulations, and clothing, crowns and accessories have extremely strict requirements.

Compared to the ceremony of proclaiming the king that he had seen before, this was already very shabby and frugal.

"Is his injury so serious?"

Looking at it from a distance, Wu Longsheng's heart sank.

Under the crown, that person's face was pale and bloodless, and he still looked like he was dying of both vitality and blood.

Having personally experienced the Battle of Dingyang City, how could he not know how powerful this person is, but with such an injury...

"The sacrificial imprint of 3000 years of skill in his body is still alive, this person is truly earth-shattering..."

Silently, there was another person beside Wu Longsheng.

With an iron complexion and a thin body, he is exactly Cheng Yiyuan, who is equally famous on the Fairview List.

"Those people have also contacted you."

Although he was asking, his tone was firm. Wu Longsheng looked at Cheng Yiyuan, who, like him, was a pure martial saint.

If those people find themselves, they will definitely find Cheng Yiyuan.

"The six levels of foundation building, the foundation of immortals! Cheng almost agreed..."

Cheng Yiyuan sighed, with some waves in his voice.

There is no need to be ten capitals, there is a way to follow, after the martial arts saints, there is hardly anyone who can learn martial arts.

When he saw the book 'The Foundation of Immortals', his heart throbbed, which was beyond what ordinary people could imagine.

"Why didn't you agree?"

Wu Longsheng asked again.

He has known Cheng Yiyuan for many years, and he knows his good friend's temperament, he is addicted to martial arts and becomes obsessed, and he will go to Dingyang City uninvited.

Not only Dingyang City, there is almost no strongman in the world who Cheng Yiyuan has never fought against.

Repeated defeats...

"The person is wrong."

Cheng Yiyuan looked calm:
"If the foundation of the immortal is left by Zhang Xuanba, then Cheng must fast and take a bath, and meditate for seven days to welcome..."

"Unfortunately, not..."

Martial saints are the limit of martial arts.

The path to immortality is the only feasible path for them.

If the foundation of human immortality is true, not to mention today's Yang prison, even if they fight Liansheng's old mother again, the two of them will not be afraid to retreat.

Unfortunately, they couldn't believe it.

If throughout the ages, there is really anyone who has set foot in the immortals and can open the way for martial arts, they only believe that it is Zhang Xuanba.

No one else, they, would believe it.

"However, if we don't agree, others may not. Before, I met a few 'old friends'...

It's no wonder they dare to have other thoughts, after all, this person's condition is really too bad, too bad..."

Wu Longsheng sighed in his heart.

The battle of Dingyang City shocked Shi Potian, and even now, he still wakes up in a dream in the middle of the night.

The one in front of him had even reached the top in World War I, and there were faint signs of replacing Mu Qingliu as No. 1 in the world.

And this will also usher in a fierce counterattack.

No one wants to have another King Zhao of the Western Mansion in the world, especially since this one is only in his thirties.

This means that if he survives the catastrophe of the Sacrifice Seal, before and after the change of heaven, everyone will have to hold their breath.

For some people, this is unacceptable.

More importantly, this person's injury has deteriorated to the point where it can be seen at a glance...

"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight. The title of number one in the world is really too heavy..."

Looking at the royal chariot pouring out of the city gate, Cheng Yiyuan shook his head slightly:
"Cheng came here because he wanted to prove martial arts with this man, but now... I hope he can survive."

"If such a character is injured and humiliated by a villain, then..."

Wu Longsheng shook his head slightly, and didn't say any more, just letting the crowds engulf him and get out of the city gate.

Looking at his back, Cheng Yiyuan's eyes flickered, and he stopped in front of an empty teahouse somewhere.

Not long after, a young man with an ordinary appearance also came here.

"Uncle Cheng, it's really your old man!"

The young man fell to his knees with a 'plop'.

"It's been hard for you these days."

Looking at the kneeling young man, Cheng Yiyuan couldn't help but sigh:
"It's just that you shouldn't come back. You are the seed cultivated by Jianjian Villa. If you don't leave the villa, they will definitely protect you, but once you come out...

Old man, I may not be able to protect you. "

Among the Nine Kings of the Ming Dynasty, Zhang Xuanyi was not outstanding among them, and among the Northwest Kings of all dynasties, he was also a middle-lower one.

But there is one item, but it is the best among all kings.

That is what he created in his entire life, thousands of descendants...

If there are many descendants, there will naturally be successes.

The young man kneeling in front of him, named Zhang Bai, is a true disciple of Zhujian Villa. Because he has the fruit of Dao, he is regarded as a "true seed" to be cultivated.

Now that he is only forty this year, he is already a master and is expected to be a martial saint.

"The whole family has more than [-] dead souls here, how can Zhang Bai not come, how dare he not come?"

Zhang Bai sighed, but there was no grief or sadness on his face. It has been ten years, no matter how many tears he shed, he has dried up:

"Uncle Cheng, you..."

"What if you come back?"

Cheng Yiyuan just shook his head:
"He was only injured, not dead. As a master like him, as long as he is alive, he is not something you can spy on..."

Having personally experienced the Battle of Dingyang City, he is not sure how the Northwest King, even if he is not number one in the world, is still in the top five, or even the top three.

To face such a person, let alone the talent of a martial sage, how about a martial sage?

"Yeah, how can..."

Zhang Bai was a little lost, and after standing there for a long time, he kowtowed heavily:
"Uncle Cheng, this junior is going to take a risk, and I hope you will always help me..."

Cheng Yiyuan raised his hand and interrupted him:

"Leave, the old man will escort you out of the city."

"Uncle Cheng, I can't leave. If I leave, I won't have any chance..."

Zhang Bai gritted his teeth:

"After it's done, I..."

"Although I know you have nowhere to go, but before you try to repay your kindness, you must understand where your kindness lies..."

Cheng Yiyuan interrupted him again.

"The younger generation definitely has no such intentions..."

Zhang Bai's expression changed drastically.

"More than 100 years ago, your grandfather once showed kindness to the old man and mother... The kindness to the old man has been more than a hundred years. You may not remember the various reasons, but you still remember that you are kind to the old man. ..."

When the teacup fell, Zhang Bai's body trembled, and the mud seemed to fall to the ground. His lips turned white, as if he had lost all his strength:

"Uncle Cheng..."

"The old man is clear about your reason for coming. It is nothing more than taking advantage of the emptiness in the city to sneak into the palace's secret storehouse..."

Cheng Yiyuan looked calm and calm:

"Your rhetoric is nothing more than how many treasures there are in the secret vault, how many Dao fruits, magic weapons, magic weapons, etc..."

"you you……"

Zhang Bai was miserable:

"It's a good one to pay Cheng Yiyuan, my Zhang family misjudged you, misjudged you..."

Seeing Cheng Yiyuan's indifferent expression, Zhang Bai's expression changed several times, and he kowtowed again and again:

"Uncle Cheng, just help me this time, you..."

"Let's go, let's go. There are some things that you can't get involved in. If you don't go, maybe..."

Cheng Yiyuan got up and stepped into the crowd.

For a moment, there was no one left, only a faint sigh, and the hurried footsteps of the Northwest Forbidden Army came together:
"The lineage of the Zhang family in the northwest is about to die."

"Old thief Cheng!!"

……

In the southern suburbs of Northwest City, there is a temple offering sacrifices to heaven.

There are similar platforms for offering sacrifices to the heavens in the Ming Dynasty, which can be traced back to more than [-] years ago. It was the place where the kings of the Zhang family worshiped the heavens.

From its casting to the present, in the 400 years, the Zhang family and dozens of Northwest kings have all succeeded to the throne here.

But today, under the attention of thousands of people, the only person with a different surname in the past 400 years was ushered in before the Temple of Heaven.

The southern suburbs of Nuoda were almost filled with crowds, the mountains and plains were everywhere, and there were crowds of people everywhere.

With the attention of all the people, and amidst the shouts of the mountains, Yang Ju walked slowly with his sword in hand, and climbed up the steps to the nine feet nine feet high altar for offering sacrifices to heaven.

"Luck, popularity..."

The moment he stepped onto the Temple of Heaven, Yang Ju suddenly raised his head.

I saw that the mist was hazy, and the luck was surging, gathering above the blue sky, its color was like fire, and its shape was like a canopy, falling slowly.

He is no stranger to luck, with the addition of heavenly eyes, he doesn't even need to use Tongyou to expect luck.

But this is like a tide, and it is the first time to be in it.

At the moment when luck flowed down, even with his current xinxing practice, he couldn't help but feel ripples in his heart.

A feeling of power in hand, life and death in charge arises spontaneously.

There is also an indescribable pressure that rises together. This canopy, no, it is this luck, which is unimaginably heavy.

"It turns out that this is human luck..."

Yang Ju raised his eyes, there was a dragon-shaped divine pattern flickering on his forehead, and under the eyes of the sky, Tongyou activated.

hum!
Ripples appeared in the void, and the turbulent luck gradually shed its appearance, and under his touch, the truth was revealed.

The subtleties that no one can see, the faintly visible lines come together through the void,

Formed the canopy of luck.

And where it came from were the thousand-year-old people and forbidden soldiers under the Temple of Heaven...

In Northwest Daocheng, Yanzhou, Xingzhou, Lizhou, and Dingyang Mansion, all soldiers and civilians who identify with Northwest Daocheng.

"This is the mystery of the kingship system... What I feel is not illusory. The soldiers and civilians of the three states in the northwest, without their knowledge, have entrusted their fate and fate to me. ..."

Looking down at the soldiers and civilians inside and outside the Dao City, Yang Yu understood where the weight that made him uncomfortable came from.

"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight."

An innumerable and unknown feeling surged in his heart, and his eyes drifted away, looking in all directions.

This luck not only comes from the land of three states that he has already occupied, but there are also scattered ones farther away, but very few.

Besides one of the three states, the most densely populated place is Deyang Mansion!
"Deyang Mansion..."

Yang Ju closed his eyes, and faintly, he seemed to hear muffled murmurs from the void.

"Xiaomin Liu Ermin, may Lord Yang have many blessings and a long life, many characters and many grandchildren, and a safe life..."

"Little man Fang Dayou, and his son Fang Ping to pray for Master Yang, may you be free from illness and disaster, and live a long life..."

"Xiaomin..."

"Xiaomin..."

……

Not one person, nor one voice, countless chaotic voices echoed in my ears at this moment.

Across thousands of mountains and rivers.

"They are praying for me... This is not just luck, but also incense?"

Stretching out his hand and touching those invisible veins, Yang Jue's heart trembled, and inconceivable flashes flashed in his eyes.

In his body, part of the sacrificial imprint that runs through the blood, meridians, viscera and even the will suddenly retreated.

"Are you able to forcibly withdraw the sacrifice mark of Liansheng's old mother?!"

Although it was only a very small part, Yang Yu was still shocked in his heart.

No one knew what Yang Ju felt in this short moment. He calmed down and realized, not caring about the red tape of offering sacrifices to heaven.

"My lord..."

However, Yu Jing, Qi Wensheng and other Vientiane Mountain disciples who were accompanying at the side placed the three animals. Seeing this, they couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, so they couldn't help reminding:
"My lord, it's time to recite the sacrificial oration. Next, kneel down three times and kowtow nine times..."

They, however, thought that Yang Jue had caused the injury again.

"No need."

Yang Ju came back to his senses, and casually threw the sacrificial text to Yu Jing.

"This is you?"

Yu Jing's expression tightened slightly.

"Why would God care about us? Don't deceive yourself or others..."

The canopy has fallen, luck has gathered, and the grand ceremony of proclaiming king is over for Yang prison.

As for worshiping heaven...

"Fate is given by God, but this fate is not, it should be worshiped..."

Slightly rectifying the crown, Yang Jue bowed in all directions, and immediately waved his hands to signify the end of the ceremony.

All the Wanxiang Mountain disciples wanted to say something, but they couldn't stop them. They could only watch helplessly as the Northwest King raised his hand and rang the bronze bell carried by dozens of people behind him.

when!
The bell rang several times, and the proclaiming ceremony ended.

"This, this, is inappropriate, without manners, without manners..."

Yang Jue's movements were too fast, he didn't have time to stop him, and when he came back to his senses, his hands and feet were trembling.

"Sacrifice..."

"The chores are over."

Yang Ju turned around, looked around, and lowered his eyes everywhere, his voice was not high, but he couldn't suppress the reverberating bell:
"Everyone, please!"

　Well, good night everyone...

　
(End of this chapter)