The first cause of all realms

Chapter 786 Inheriting the past and opening up the future!
The past five years have been the most difficult five years for Yang Prison.

The seal of self-sacrifice created by the old woman Liansheng is a self-destructive technique in which the weak defeat the strong and die together with the enemy.

The one-style sacrificial seal contains not only blood energy, true energy, and true strength, but also the imprint of one's own practice.

After five years of torment, Yang Prison almost stopped fighting against him all the time.

And the long torment, after obliterating it in reverse, turned into a huge nourishment, nourishing his blood and spirit.

As a result, Yang Ju has crossed a long period of accumulation and pushed his martial arts will to an extremely high level in one fell swoop!

Up to this moment, his pure martial arts practice is already comparable to Bodhidharma, the slovenly Taoist, the old black mountain demon, etc., who have been extremely strong in this way throughout the ages.

It is only second to Henry Zhang at the foot of Qisha Mountain.

For this step, Bodhidharma used two armors, the sloppy Taoist used it for a hundred years, and the black mountain old demon exhausted eight generations of practice...

The essence of fisting!

Stepping into this step, the mysteries that once puzzled him have also been solved.

For example, the various secret techniques taught by Lian Sheng.

Once upon a time, he couldn't understand the so-called "keeping the spirit into the heart" in the "Pi Shan Lao Mu Jing Jue", even though he practiced it himself and had confronted many masters of the Lian Sheng sect.

But when the realm reached, he instantly understood the mystery of this.

And by analogy, use the body to carry the will of martial arts, and avoid the suppression and rejection of the Tao fruit and rank by the majestic blood in the physical body.

to achieve...

"The essence of the fist is like a ghost!"

boom!
The huge Kuixing phantom stomped heavily, and thousands of hectares of smoke and dust were emptied, and the sky-high fire fell to the bottom of the valley in an instant.

At this moment, the shrill and shrill howl of ghosts pierced the hearts and minds of everyone inside and outside the small town.

It is also finally awakening the epileptic monk who was in great shock.

"Amitabha!"

Accompanied by the sound of the Buddha's name, this great monk who has been passed down through the ages and is known as the Living Buddha among the world of mortals also showed his extremely powerful practice.

With a flick of his sleeve robe, people within a radius of a hundred feet, including Jiang Xiazi, Yan Longxing and others who survived by luck, fell out one after another.

Then, accompanied by his extremely long breath.

Little by little, wisps, strands of flames are like living things, like boa constrictors, like dragons, like tides, coming against him.

"Come back, come back..."

hum!
The balance of the raging sea of ​​flames was instantly broken, and the flames faded instantly, and the first person who noticed it was naturally the Eight Great Dao Ghosts in the sea of ​​flames.

They have no human body, let alone intelligence, but they are extremely sensitive to things that threaten their own existence.

At this moment, they sensed a crisis that could destroy themselves, but they also captured the hope of getting out of the predicament.

"Roar!"

"Wow!"

"what!"

……

Under the huge stimulus, they seemed to get rid of the fear of ghosts and gods in front of them, roaring and engulfing the waves of fire, rushing to kill.

One after another, the supernatural powers of his life also exploded.

Dao ghosts are different from ordinary ghosts, not only because they are implicitly connected with Dao fruit and extremely difficult to kill, but also because they still possess supernatural powers.

And without the shackles of physical body and spiritual intelligence, the supernatural powers are displayed more quickly and violently than before.

It's just that they lack spiritual intelligence and have no instincts. Although the supernatural powers they unleash are fierce, they completely ignore the primary and secondary.

At the same time as the supernatural power penetrated Yingshen, Yang Jue's eyebrows flashed, Yingshen reappeared, and kicked heavily, trampling on the few ghosts who had time to avoid in the future!
Then, the mouth opened wide, and the Zijin Gourd, Longyuan Sword, and Seal of Suppressing Evil all burst out with dazzling light.

'swallow'

'cut'

'royal'

Only at this moment did Yang Jue truly perceive the power of the Ten Capitals of the Extreme Dao.

Relying on his body, with the blessing of martial arts will, and the seven natal lives of Tongyou Gaiyi as a guide, the "Kuixing Kicking Fight" he provoked cannot be compared with the real Shidu Kuixing.

However, the three major fruits that make up Kuixing are extremely active, and the urging of transportation is also smoother than ever before.

In an instant, the ray of Long Yuan's Sword of Slaying Ghosts seemed to ignore the distance in the void, and it slashed at the eight ghosts at the same time.

Accompanied by shrill screams, the light of the Suppressing Evil Seal fell, fixing all the scattered ghosts in place.

In the end, under the violent vibration of the Zijin Tunsha Treasure Gourd, the eight ghost figures without the flames hiding were all swallowed up.

boom!
It wasn't until this time that the huge roar of Kuixing's step resounded through the whole city, and the evacuated air wave also returned against the current.

Like a passing hurricane, it blows away the rootless flames and makes them scatter like meteors all over the sky, illuminating the deep, moonless night.

call!
This scene is coming to an end.

Many people's eyes of thinking still stay at the moment when Yang Jue steps out, but in the next moment, all the eight ghosts have been captured.

The sea of ​​flames that spread throughout the city also dissipated.

So fast, so fast that most people haven't reacted yet.

And Yan Longxing, who looked like coke, was the first to react. He suppressed the shock and anger in his heart, and wanted to escape with his sword.

But I heard a voice with a faint smile ringing in my ears:

"Fellow Daoist, please stay!"

This was just a calm sentence, but it made Yan Longxing, who was walking with Yujian and could escape ten miles in an instant, stop in place.

He let the sword light keep surging like fire, but he still didn't take half a step out.

"Jiang Xiazi!"

Yan Longxing's eyes were bloodshot, and his roar was almost broken.

Under his frantic urging, he broke through the supernatural power from behind in a few moments, but it also completely cut off the possibility of him escaping.

A hand stretched out unhurriedly, firmly clasping the back of his neck.

"Yang..."

Yan Longxing's heart felt cold, and what also cooled down was the blood-red Excalibur and the mana surging all over his body.

With just a light touch, he didn't even have the strength to speak...

"King Yang's martial arts are unrivaled in the world, his supernatural powers are immeasurable, a mere brat, he can be easily captured..."

No one reacted faster than Jiang Xiazi. Both Wang Liu and Jiang Xiaobai, who belonged to the Yin Division, were still immersed in the shock of Kuixing's appearance. He was ahead of everyone else and came to Yang Ju, smiling and bowing his hands, extremely humble able to do.

"Jiang Xiazi..."

The corners of Yan Longxing's eyes burst open, blood and tears flowed, he couldn't understand what Jiang Xiazi wanted to do, why he was so humble and respectful to a native.

At this moment, all he had in his heart was the boiling killing intent...

"call!"

Ignoring Jiang Xiazi's bragging, Yang Jue lightly squeezed the space between his eyebrows, and carried Yan Longxing to the ruined temple.

"After seeing the benefactor today, I realized that Lu Chen's words of 'the present is stronger than the past' back then are true..."

At this moment, the condition of the old monk was extremely bad. With only a ray of obsession, he couldn't bear the backlash of the Buddha's fire. His figure was illusory, and he seemed to disappear at any time.

But he still insisted, bowed:
"Thank you, benefactor, for subduing the eight demons and preventing the monk from committing more murders..."

"Master's words are serious. These eight demons kill the common people. Whatever Yang says, he must be captured and killed..."

Naturally, Yang Jue did not accept this gift.

For this old monk who died for a thousand years and still obsessed with suppressing demons, he naturally has respect in his heart.

Just like Bodhidharma and the sloppy Taoist.

If the strong people in the past and present are like pitying the old woman, the world today may be ten times, or a hundred times more chaotic.

"Thank you, thank you..."

After one obeisance, the old monk lost his heaviness before, and became a little more free and easy:

"The benefactor has relieved the monk's burden for thousands of years, but made the monk very bored. How can I thank you?"

"Unfortunately, I couldn't save the people of this city..."

Casually throwing Yan Longxing on the ground, looking back at the ruined town, Yang Jue couldn't help but sigh.

In the sea of ​​flames, he felt extremely strong resentment, which was the gathering of more than ten thousand people's resentment...

"All, all dead..."

Huang Hu, who had been silent since Yang Ju's appearance, became more and more depressed.

He grew up in Pingshui County since he was a child, and all his relatives, friends, and neighbors were settled here by him.

At this moment, I feel that all thoughts are lost, and I wish I could die immediately...

"Perhaps, this is fate?"

The old monk staggered and fell to the ground, looking at the devastated city, there was sadness in his eyes:

"If there is no Dao fruit in this world... If there is no Dao fruit, there will be swords, and without swords, there will be fists and feet..."

Amidst the sigh, the epileptic monk was hurt by the scene. He had seen too many similar scenes in his lifetime.

10 people, [-] people, millions of people...

"How can there be such a fate?"

Yang Yu shook his head.

With a penetrating mind, it would be impossible for him to say that he does not believe in the existence of fate, and believing in the existence of fate does not mean that he believes in fate.

On the contrary, he who has changed too many lives doesn't believe in fate at all.

Compared with this rhetoric, he doubts why this fairyland illusion suddenly appeared...

"Dare to ask Master, before this illusion appeared in this world, did you ever notice anything wrong?"

"No, no..."

Hearing the inquiry, the insane monk was stunned for a moment, then frowned and thought hard. After a while, he said:

"If you don't ask, the monk won't be aware of it, but if you ask, there is indeed something... At that time, the spiritual energy seems to have become extremely strong..."

"Man-made disaster?!"

Huang Hu, whose heart was ashamed, stood up suddenly, his bloody and tearful face became very ferocious.

Seeing his violent mood swings, Wang Liu and the others tightened their expressions, and Yang Jue stretched out his hand and pressed it on his shoulder:

"Calm your mind!"

The mellow and masculine energy entered his body, Huang Hu's heart trembled, then he calmed down slowly, and finally fainted on the ground.

"It may not be a man-made disaster. The monk has read a few similar records in the Buddhist scriptures, and the spirit energy will be restored. In the future, this kind of situation will probably increase more and more..."

The old monk shook his head, half crying and half laughing:
"Thousands of years have passed, why is the world still so miserable, alas..."

"more and more……"

Yang Ju frowned slightly, but before he could ask, the old monk had already handed over a few Buddhist scriptures:
"Take it, the monk has nothing but a few Buddhist scriptures, which may be of some use..."

The voice gradually weakened, and the figure of the old monk, under the gaze of everyone, dissipated like ashes and dust:
"Let's go, let's go..."

　good night good night guys

　
(End of this chapter)