The first cause of all realms

Chapter 778 The blue bird borrows luck and sacrifices his life!
"Drive away!"

The ink is smudged, and the air waves are empty.

Protecting the old lady and retreating again and again, Qi Wensheng was terrified, and his soft reprimand was very much like the legendary words that follow the law.

Where the sound waves pass, all kinds of dust, air currents, noises, and even light are violently trembling away from here!
boom!
The air wave emptied out, driving a strong wind to blow the entire palace, attracting the attention of many people.

In a small courtyard not far away, Taoist Yun Ni, who was drawing talismans at his desk, was startled and suddenly looked towards the place where the sound waves came from.

It can be seen that the sky is covered with ink, and a heavy wave of air spreads rapidly, like avoiding ghosts and gods.

And what made his heart vibrate was the invisible energy that only the most sensitive spiritual sense could perceive.

"Supernatural power, triple!"

Standing up suddenly, Yunni's eyes flashed horror and disbelief.

Supernatural powers are far more difficult to practice than any Taoism and martial arts. Even if they are masters of supernatural powers promoted to ten capitals, only a small number of them can practice supernatural powers to the third level under the baptism of the sea of ​​law.

And the concubine who used the supernatural power clearly didn't even make it to ten!
"how can that be?!"

Not only Taoist Yunni, but also many supernatural power masters and master-level warriors in the palace, all who saw this scene were all shocked.

The sky is dark, the air waves are surging, and the hurricane is howling...

This kind of movement is simply earth-shattering, and it does not seem to be a height that ordinary people can reach.

What made them even more horrified was that many of them were quite familiar with this aura, which was very similar to the aura when they were seriously injured and when the princess rescued them.

This is……

"Princess's supernatural power?"

Yu Jing came very quickly.

Unlike the others, although he was shocked, he also faintly guessed the meaning behind the scene of leaving.

His heart tightened, and he made a decisive decision, calling on all the masters in the palace to be vigilant, and evacuated everyone in the backyard.

Except, the white dog whose hair was all blown up, as if it was facing a formidable enemy, and did not allow anyone to approach it.

"Ow!"

In the strong wind, the white dog grows against the wind. It was as big as a calf, but it turned into the size of a house in an instant, and growled threateningly towards the surroundings.

Its spiritual sense is amazing, and it also senses that its master has reached an extremely critical moment, and its eyes are blood red, and no one is allowed to approach.

Even when Xiao Yang Jian got close to his only son, Xiao Xigou, he was also blown away by the strong wind it set off.

Yu Jing came in a hurry, and backed away with his eyelids twitching wildly.

Looking at the white dog growling in the wind, he was startled. Of course he was familiar with this white dog, but he never expected it to be so tyrannical.

As a grand master, he even sensed the danger...

"Drive away!"

"Drive away!"

"Drive away!"

In the small courtyard, the wind roared, and there were many altars. Qin Si was dressed in white, with long hair tied in a headband,

I can't stop wandering among all kinds of dharma altars, fighting step by step.

At this moment, only a few people could detect that the luck entrenched in the Northwest Palace was surging and blessing her.

Before becoming ten capitals, it is almost impossible for her supernatural powers to be promoted to the third level. In the past five years, she has tried almost all methods. After going to the sea of ​​laws for seven days, she still has not been able to find the fate map, let alone complete the ceremony.

But as her supernatural powers improved and she continued to grasp her own rank map, she found a way to break the situation.

'The blue bird borrows luck to take off! '

In the mind, there seemed to be blue feathers fluttering, a noble blue bird stretched its wings in the mist, and uttered a cry.

"Drive away!"

While the white clothes were dancing, beads of sweat kept rolling down Qin Si's forehead, but she seemed to be unknown, her hands were undulating like butterflies piercing the clouds, and she performed magical powers again and again.

once, twice...

Ten times, twenty times...

Perhaps it was not enough time for a cup of tea, and when the entire backyard of the palace seemed to be covered in ink, Qin Si just gave up.

She stepped back, and every time she took a step back, a dharma altar burst into pieces. Nine steps in a row, the nine dharma altars were shattered and turned into dust all over the sky.

As for herself, she stopped abruptly, before the last altar, put her hands together, and spread her ten fingers apart, forming a lotus-like handprint.

The power of 99 magical powers that led her to be stimulated again and again, but never overflowed or scattered, was imprinted on the
Sitting cross-legged on the altar, the breath is exhausted, the flesh and blood are withered, like a mummified corpse, with all the spirit and spirit restrained, above the eyebrows!
boom!
boom!
Rumble!
The qi and blood returned to the inside, and the spirit returned to the dark. In the absolute silence, there seemed to be a thunderous sound, which awakened Yang Jue's long-silent spiritual wisdom.

hum!
The moment the spirit returned to his body, Yang Ju felt as if he was falling into the ocean, as if being submerged by the raging tide, like a flat boat in the raging sea on a rainy day, which could capsize at any time.

This is neither water nor sea.

It's a rolling sea of ​​essence, energy, and blood that is as vast as rivers, lakes, and seas!
This is the essence of Liansheng's mother's thousands of years of practice!

The foundation accumulated over the long years is enough to amaze any master or great master throughout the ages.

It is enough to make any martial saint sigh.

The small boat is not a boat, but Yang Prison's [-] years of cultivation, the gap between the two is as big as a gap, but they are still at the same level, colliding with each other, wearing away
In the past five years, Yang Yu's introverted energy and blood spirit have been fighting against such a terrifying background, and yes, all the time!

This is unimaginably difficult and difficult.

In the past five years, his energy and energy have changed from being as big as a ship to a flat boat, and his energy and blood have exploded, pure but far better than before.

"it's time……"

If there was a thunderous sound, it rushed quickly from the void, Yang Yu listened attentively for Mo Mo, and finally opened his eyes.

On the boat, the mist was hazy, it was the gathering of luck of the Northwest King, resisting and suppressing the invasion of the sea of ​​essence, energy and blood.

And the moment he opened his eyes, the mist dissipated automatically, and then, the golden boat that represented the concentration of his energy was also submerged by the raging tide.

With the help of the rolling thunder, attack the sea of ​​blood in reverse!
After 20 years of practice, after all, it is a bit less heavy than others who have practiced for [-] years. Many times in the past, I have fought against martial arts, which also confirms this point.

In the past two years, he has been making achievements, and he is also waiting, waiting for today.

It is precisely to turn harm into benefit, and use the spirit, energy, spirit, and blood of this pity old woman's 3000-year practice to forge his own martial arts foundation!
wow~
The tide is surging, and the sea of ​​blood is boiling.

Like an irritated living person, the sea of ​​blood, which seemed to have intelligence, felt a strong threat, and also erupted a huge wave that had never been seen before.

Outside, the dharma altar where Yang Yu sat cross-legged trembled and groaned uncontrollably, even cracked, his withered body couldn't help being filled, the sound of qi and blood rushing like a turbulent wave almost came out through his body.

It seemed to shatter his blood vessels, muscles and bones, but was destroyed and crushed time and time again by the magical energy machine submerged in his body.

boom!
In nothingness, thunder descended on the sea of ​​blood.

The blue light is like a waterfall, falling like a sky knife, tearing the sea of ​​blood, one, two, three...

It seems to be a long time, or it may only be a moment.

The seemingly boundless sea of ​​essence, energy and blood has been split by hundreds of criss-crossing blue lights and divided into countless pieces of different sizes.

At the same time, Yang Yu finally exploded, his golden blood energy surging, like a dragon in the abyss, slaying the boiling blood waves.

He could only fight against the complete sea of ​​blood, and there was almost no possibility of reverse infection, but under Qin Si's supernatural power, the split sea of ​​blood could not resist him.

Soon, the golden color reversed and overwhelmed the sea of ​​blood, one piece, two pieces, three pieces...

Colliding, burning, melting...

Externally, Qin Si's complexion was as pale as a sheet of paper, as if all her energy and energy had been sucked away, and blood flowed from all seven orifices.

But she was relieved instead.

In front of his eyes, Yang Jue's withered body gradually filled up, and his blood energy turned into an incomparably vigorous vitality, allowing him to return to his peak.

Even, climbing up layer by layer...

"call!"

"Suck!"

Not long after, the ink color in the backyard gradually dissipated, and the scattered light returned with the billowing air waves, blowing up a large cloud of dust.

What sounded at the same time was a long breath coming from the backyard of the palace.

This qi and blood have reached an extreme point. When exhaling, the strong wind roared, blowing the grass and trees all over the courtyard to rattle,
When inhaling, the airflow returns rapidly, like a big wave in the sea, which is spectacular.

"This is……"

Looking at the increasingly nervous white dog in front of him, Yu Jing's heart moved, he took a few steps back, climbed up to the eaves, and looked into the distance.

I can see that after the black color recedes, the brilliant golden color emerges from nothing, becoming weak and strong. At first, it only flowed in the small courtyard.
Not long after, it ascended straight to the sky like wolf smoke, and even if the ink color receded, the light of the sun reappearing in the air could not be concealed.

"Ow!"

Suddenly, the white dog let out a threatening growl, and its hair stood up like steel needles. It stared firmly at the south of the city,
felt great danger.

Yu Jing reacted so quickly, his pupils couldn't help shrinking as he looked around, someone's gaze penetrated many houses and walls,
Across half the city, looking at this place, his eyes are cold and indifferent, like a god sitting on a cloud overlooking the world.

……

……

With the addition of luck, Qin Si is comparable to a triple-level supernatural power. His power can almost move the sky, and his power leaks out, affecting not only the inside and outside of the palace.

Even a few streets away, the wind and sand and rocks were blown by the steep wind, which looked like a storm was about to come.

Some people even noticed something strange in a restaurant next to the folk houses half a city away.

"The blue bird takes advantage of luck to take off, this little girl is really brave..."

The small restaurant has been fully booked. On the third floor near the window, lying on a rocking chair, the luxuriously dressed old man raised his head slightly.

This is a Taoist who seems to be very old. He is wearing a Taoist robe made of fine brocade, under a white jade Taoist crown, and his neatly combed beard and hair are all white.

After a light glance, he couldn't help admiring:

"That kid is really lucky. It's a pity that he cut off his sons and grandchildren, and instead delayed his girl..."

On the third floor, there were more than a dozen people accompanying him, but only the old man was sitting and listening to him, while the others couldn't help but look out the window.

However, there are many high-rise buildings in the northwest city, three stories high and low, it is impossible to overlook the whole city, and I can't help being at a loss for a while.

"Master, you are talking about the Northwest King?"

Only one of the handsome female disciples who were younger than the first grade seemed to have guessed something:
"Master seems to be very concerned about this Northwest King? A few years ago, you seemed to have made a special divination for him, but you said that he would have no sons or grandchildren..."

This female disciple was very active, she covered her mouth as she spoke, and looked around cautiously. She was a petite guest, and all the brothers and sisters who looked at her looked a little hot.

"You are smart."

The old Taoist smiled fondly.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he pulled her into his arms, bent down, and kissed her long and hard, until her whole body became limp and her face flushed, before she let go:

"Small mouth is sweet~"

"Master~"

The female disciple groaned coquettishly, and pressed her face into his arms.

"It's not just that he cut off his children and grandchildren? How many masters of supernatural powers throughout the ages have children?"

The old man sighed slightly, a little sad.

He learned Taoism when he was young, and joined the world in middle age. It has been a hundred years now, not to mention the joys of fish and water, and there are more than a few dozen confidante friends.

But so far, there is still no heir.

This, of course, is not his problem, but Dao Guo's problem.

Except for the very rare supernatural masters whose supernatural powers are related to offspring, the vast majority of supernatural power masters are unable to give birth to offspring...

"what?"

In the third floor, a group of disciples heard this kind of statement for the first time, and they looked at each other, not knowing what to think.

"Don't think too much, one of you counts as one, but you don't have the fate of Dao Fruit. In this life, you can't talk about having many children and grandchildren. Naturally, there is no problem with the bloodline passing on for hundreds of years..."

Seemingly seeing the uneasiness of the young disciples, the old Taoist could not help comforting him:
"Don't worry, I'll take care of you on behalf of the Master Guild, and we will never cut off your blood..."

"..."

"..."

Looking at Hanyue Sanren, who had white beard and hair and was nearly three years old, and all the disciples with fluff around their mouths, they were all speechless.

"Huh~"

Suddenly, a chuckle came from downstairs:

"Northwest, a place of bitter cold! Fellow Daoist Hanyue has always been content with pleasure, why come here to suffer?"

"Who?"

All the disciples looked tense, Hanyue Sanren already waved his hands:
"Why does the old Taoist come here, does Brother Heishan not know?"

Call ~
Before he could finish his sentence, the old man with a cold face appeared on the third floor like a ghost, but with a glance of his eyes, no one dared to make any noise.

"I'm here just to get something, you shouldn't stop it, and you can't stop it..."

"Brother Daoist has almost achieved it in eight lives, but why send an incarnation here? If you are planted here, not to mention living one life in vain, you will have to cultivate in vain for ten years, right..."

Raising his hand, interrupting the visitor, Taoist Hanyue pointed out the window:

"You know me. Old Taoists never lie. If you don't believe me, look..."

"Then you, you underestimate me. The Eighth World Fighting Immortal has achieved everything, how can there be... huh?!"

The old demon didn't care much at first, but suddenly noticed something strange, he slowly raised his eyes, his eyes pierced through the walls like electricity, the small class city...

However, above the palace, blood was steaming like a cloud, and under the cloud, there seemed to be a golden figure that looked like a man or a monkey.

And the piercing pillar of golden light was grasped by him like a giant stick in his palm. With one stick facing the sky, thousands of hectares of smoke and dust were forced away.
Pierced the airflow and reached the sea of ​​clouds!

　Today, there will probably be an update, sorry everyone... Good night...

　
(End of this chapter)