The first cause of all realms

Chapter 789 Eight generations and eight bodies, Shuiyun Pass!
Ka Ka Ka ~
The black mist on the Yingxing Tower disappeared in a flash, and the wind and snow were full of the sound of muscles and bones twisting, and 'Ye Sheng' with a black air in his eyes was stretching his muscles and bones.

"These Ming people are well pampered. Although they have the help of the 'Tiger Wolf Great Pill', their roots can only be said to be reluctant. If they want to return to the martial arts, it will take a year before and after. Perhaps, it is not enough..."

Feeling the weak and loose body, 'Ye Sheng' looked cold:
"It really deserves to be in the same line, cunning and vicious are not inferior to Henry Zhang! He actually used his body as bait to lure the old man into being fooled..."

His tone was cold and unwilling.

To him, his death in the northwest was not only a shame, but also a kind of sorrow.

After eight lifetimes, hundreds of years of painstaking practice, countless days and nights of torment, but it is no match for an ant to take advantage of the momentum.

This, of course, is a great tragedy.

"You are all to blame, no one else. If you and I are not of the same origin, you are dead, and this seat will not be moved in the slightest."

In the snowstorm, the old demon looked indifferent:

"On the contrary, do you want to give me an explanation for the matter of Zhuo Ligetu who was exhausted to death?"

The eighth life fights one immortal, not one person lives out the eighth life, but eight generations of black mountain old demons combine to form one body, eight people, eight bodies and eight minds.

Therefore, even though he is the real Montenegro with the strengths of the eighth life, it is not surprising that the previous seventh life must be under his control.

On the contrary, at this moment, his strength is inferior to those of the seven bodies, so he cannot be completely restrained.

Otherwise, it is impossible for him to let the sixth emperor go to the northwest to seek death...

"Why, you still want to ask the crime? Old Ba, you have to understand..."

'Ye Sheng' raised the corners of his mouth, and his tone was cold with a smile:

"Zoligetu was supported by me alone. I died for me, and I deserved it. How can you say anything about it?"

The old demon lowered his eyes, and his aura became deep and dangerous:
"Are you going against me?"

"You and I are of the same origin, there is no distinction between superior and inferior, Ni? Do you think that you can dominate our will?"

The six-generation old demon looked indifferent:

"If you hadn't lost the 'Shapolang', how could the old man have his arm bitten off by that beast, so that he was killed by that kid?"

Call ~
The invisible air mechanism collided with the star tower for a moment.

In just a moment, the sixth-generation old demon who borrowed his body to rebirth already let out a muffled grunt, and was almost forced to go down the tall building.

And just when he was about to get angry, a ray of dim light floated up from downstairs, and a figure of moderate height stood between the two of them.

It was a young man with silver hair, black robes, and bare feet at a young age. He stretched his hands apart to isolate the collision of invisible energy,

At the same time, he sighed slightly:
"The ills of incarnation are really unavoidable. Even if you and I are of the same origin, we will still have rifts and fight..."

"Old Seven..."

Seeing the silver-haired boy appear, the sixth-generation old demon's eyes moved slightly, and he withdrew his hand, while the old demon looked at him indifferently with lowered eyes:
"One body has the same origin, and there is a distinction between primary and secondary. Although two hands and two feet are important, they must be assigned.
Otherwise, it may not be impossible to do it if you break your limbs! "

He spoke indifferently, and the other two old demons couldn't help being silent for a moment.

Although they have different wills, they are one person in the final analysis, and naturally they will not be ignorant of their own nature.

But his voice was indifferent, so he gave up.

Apart from him, the eighth generation fights an immortal, the seventh generation old monster has the deepest foundation and the highest practice, but the six generations of old monsters before him mostly broke through that barrier one after another relying on his aftertaste.

The essence of fighting immortals in the eighth ages lies in the convergence of practice in all ages, and when one body is accomplished, all the bodies are accomplished.

At this moment, he has not yet reached the peak, and among the eighth generations, the seventh is still the most tyrannical...

"The way is before you, kill gods and Buddhas, and kill me too..."

After a little silence, Lao Qi clapped his hands and laughed, breaking the stalemate upstairs. He looked at the old demon who was indifferent:

"Lao Liu died in the Northwest City, you and I feel the same way, that kid, no, Yang Yu, has indeed become a climate, not inferior to Zhang Xuanba..."

"good."

The sixth old demon nodded:

"I don't know what kind of method to refine the sacrifice seal of the old woman who pityed life, so as to save Jiazi's hard work. Before Zhang Xuanba took that step, he might not be stronger than him.

In today's world, there are probably only two or three people who can compete with him in martial arts..."

"Before the first battle in Dingyang City, Lu Chen, who was hidden in the illusion, appeared outside the Great Wall, and he suspected that he didn't want me to intervene...

Then Yang Jue has only practiced for thirty or thirty years, and he has practiced like this. Could it be that Lu Chen is behind him? "

"It may not be too big. If he learns from Lu Chen, he won't be forced by the old woman to become a Martial Saint and cut off his path..."

"If his life is not long, then let him go freely, but now..."

"kill?"

"kill!"

Even though the killing intent was burning in their hearts, there was no belittling among them, and a few words from each of them had eliminated the previous tension and unified opinions.

Before this, there have been similar quarrels many times, this time, it is considered the briefest.

"I still remember that in the past, outside the northwest city, he honored the old man's life. In this case, let me take the first step..."

Taking a step forward, Lao Qi's figure had already disappeared in the wind and snow:

"In the past, I failed to fight Xuanba to the death, and the old man regrets so far..."

He came abruptly and went decisively.

And after he left, on the star-gazing platform, figures emerged like ghosts, tall or short, male or female...

"It is my deepest regret that I failed to kill Henry Zhang with my own hands. The old seven is unwilling, so just let him go..."

"It's just that the way is ahead, there must be no mistakes, due preparations, it cannot be avoided."

After a short silence, the old demon looked at his previous bodies, and calmly said a few names:

"Dayan Mountain, Qiankun Cave, Bibo Hantan, these three places, I should go there myself, as for other places..."

Some figures nodded and left one after another.

Not long after, only the old demon and the six-generation old demon who had died once and hadn't regained their breath were left on the stage welcoming the stars.

"There is a civil strife in Dali. Before Li Yuan can kill Hong Sun, there will be no spare power, but Lu Chen must not miss it."

The sixth generation old demon said in a deep voice:
"Besides, Wang Muzhi has been in Shuiyun Pass for many years, so we have to guard against..."

"Last time when Lu Chen came, I had no choice but to retreat before I recovered my skills. Now, if he comes again, he will have to see the methods of this Martial Ancestor..."

While talking, the old demon sat in the wind and snow again:

"As for Wang Muzhi, he won't leave the customs unless he wants Xu Wenji to die immediately!"

"...The master of supernatural powers that caused a six-year drought in Yanchuanping, others can't hold it,
You go and smash his bones into ashes as a sacrifice to the cows, horses and clansmen who died in vain on my grassland! "

There was no response, and the figure had disappeared.

"Yang prison, Yang prison..."

In the snowstorm, the Black Mountain old demon slowly closed his eyes, but after a while, he opened them again, and someone came in a hurry under the tower, with sweat on his forehead, and his expression was terrified and apprehensive.

"My lord, something is wrong, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, he, he escaped!"

The old man was horrified to the extreme.

But unexpectedly, the old demon in the wind and snow was very calm, not only not angry, but also with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He lowered his eyes and looked around, feeling the sympathy, not long after, he saw Emperor Qianheng who was fleeing in embarrassment surrounded by a group of eunuchs.

"Father tiger, dog son, cricket grandson, it's ridiculous that Zhang Yuanzhu, the first hero, has such descendants..."

Shaking his head slightly, the old demon looked at the person who reported, and lightly ordered:

"Lead [-] wolf riders and send one to see off His Majesty, the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty..."

"Wolf, wolf riding?!"

The visitor was almost stunned.

The wolf cavalry is the most elite cavalry under the command of the King of Seven Kills!

According to legend, it was the God of the Grassland Dharma Protector, the Lord of the Seven Killing Shrine, and Lord Montenegro who fed the Eight Thousand Tiger and Wolf Great Pills refined from Tai Sui's demon meat!

"Raising soldiers for a thousand days, it's time to come out and move around."

The old demon waved his hand, thought for a while, but still added:

"Don't kill him."

……

……

Huhu~
The biting cold wind blows goose feathers and heavy snow, which is cold enough to kill a bear.

Emperor Qianheng, who was able to shuttle through the snow that was half a person's height, felt hot in his heart.

Eight years!

Three thousand days and nights!
It has been eight years since the emperor of the most powerful country in the world was reduced to a laborer in a bitter cold place outside the Great Wall.

He has been waiting for three thousand days and nights of suffering.

Waiting for the courtiers, waiting for the prince...

until now.

"Your Majesty, let's go!"

Some hoarse or sharp rumors came from afar in the wind and snow, and then, figures dressed similarly to him fled in all directions.

"Your Majesty, take care!"

The white-faced and beardless old man, with tears in his eyes, put his clothes on his body, knelt down and bowed many times, and hurried away.

Looking at all this blankly, Emperor Qianheng couldn't help but feel a great sourness in his heart.

"Being the emperor for decades, the last confidants are just a few old eunuchs..."

"Your Majesty, don't be distracted. If you don't enter the customs, you may be in danger at any time!"

Wang Xi let out a low snort, short of breath.

For this day, he waited for eight full years. He hibernated outside the Great Wall and pretended to be a laborer. It took eight years before he found this opportunity. At this moment, his spirit was tense to the extreme.

Even ignoring the difference between the monarch and his ministers, a drag almost overthrew Emperor Qianheng to the ground.

"……Walk!"

Emperor Qianheng's face was gloomy, but he didn't say anything, he just gritted his teeth and ran in the wind and snow, heading towards Shuiyun Pass.

"Shuiyun Pass, the Shence Army is at Shuiyun Pass, and the widow's courtiers are also there. Just go back, just go back..."

After eight years of suffering, Emperor Qianheng became emaciated and his blood plummeted, but his spirit was far stronger than before.

Under the cover of many eunuchs, he ran back and forth for more than [-] days, and finally, when his strength was about to run out,
Breaking through many pursuits, came to Shuiyun Pass!

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a muffled drum beating.

boom!
This, however, is not a drumbeat.

"This is?!"

Wang Xi's face suddenly paled.

A black line extending from east to west for an unknown number of miles diffused from behind, and following it moved,
It was the roar of the mountains and the tsunami, pouring down like a boundless sea of ​​thunder,
The sound of galloping horses!

"Sirius riding!"

Feeling the overwhelming killing energy and blood, Emperor Qianheng's heart trembled, and his already powerless body suddenly pushed Wang Xi away.

Running towards the closed Shuiyun Pass:
"Xu Wenji! The widow is here, so hurry up and open the door!"

"Open the door!"

　Everyone sleeps first, Gouzi continues to code, try to get one out, don’t scold if you don’t have it...

　
(End of this chapter)