The first cause of all realms

Chapter 797 The combination of people and dragons, old friends!
Treasure, treasure house?

Hearing these words, Yu Lingxian and the others couldn't help but look at each other, even the corners of their mouths twitched.

After such a fierce confrontation, even they who were on the sidelines felt their minds wavering and could not calm down for a long time.

This one, as if nothing happened...

"Treasure house, of course there is, but..."

Patting her palm with a folding fan, Feng Wushuang was not surprised. After thinking about it for a while, she asked Yu Lingxian and the saintess to clean up the mess.

Turn around and go deep into the underground palace:

"Everyone, follow me."

Turning his thoughts, he swept across the 'humming and trembling' purple gold gourd in the cauldron of gluttony, and Yang Jue stepped forward to follow.

The Liansheng Sect has existed for more than [-] years, and it has spread all over the world. Of course, he is very interested in this treasure house.

In particular, the Sun Shooting Dao fruit obtained before is incomplete...

"we?"

Lu Qingting looked at Yu Baimei, and the latter stepped forward to follow, but at the same time, he told his disciples via voice transmission:
"Let's go and see, but remember, just follow and see, no matter what is in the treasure house, don't take it..."

Lu Qingting was slightly taken aback, then nodded immediately:

"The disciple understands..."

The underground palace of Lian Shengjiao occupies a huge area, stretching over a dozen mountain peaks have been hollowed out, and more than a dozen kilometers have been opened up underground.

Behind the underground palace, there are still large buildings, but unlike the outside, there is no light here.

"Forbidden Light Curse!"

One step out of here, not to mention Yu Baimei and others, even Yang Qiu who has heavenly eyes, feels as if his eyes are covered with a layer of black cloth, and he cannot see three feet away.

Moreover, under the dispersal of the energy, the place is so dead that almost no sound can be heard

"Not only the Forbidden Light Curse, but also other Taoism. This secret library was first built by the old hag. It is full of Taoism and spells inside and outside, and because it is connected to the treasure house, if there is a difference in one, it will be destroyed... ..."

Arriving here, Feng Wushuang's expression also became serious, and the sound transmission was secret:

"Follow my footsteps, don't take a wrong step, otherwise, the Taoism inside will burst out, and more than a dozen mountains will collapse..."

"How many kinds of Taoism does this old hag know?"

Yu Baimei was a little speechless.

"Having lived for 3000 years, even if she is proficient in Taoism, I wouldn't be surprised..."

After saying this, Feng Wushuang didn't speak any more, concentrated on it, and stepped carefully.

Seeing that she was so cautious, Yu Baimei stopped talking.

A group of people are masters, with full attention and someone leading the way, they will not touch any mechanism by mistake.

But it took more than an hour for the people to walk along the long corridor, which was less than three miles away, before they stopped.

"arrive!"

"There are guards here, but due to the existence of the restriction, the sound and sight outside cannot be transmitted..."

Feng Wushuang's voice transmission subconsciously lowered her voice.

Yang Ju raised his eyes and saw a blood lamp hanging at the end of the corridor.

Under the bloody light, a black figure could be seen sitting cross-legged in front, and behind him was a thick stone gate covered with fine lines.

This shadow...

Inexplicably, Yang Ju narrowed his eyes.

"Senior, this disciple came to the secret storehouse to fetch a magic weapon under the order of my mother, and I also ask senior to open the door..."

At this point, Feng Wushuang stopped, raised his hand and threw a token.

pat!

The token fell to the ground, and only under the blood lamp could the voice be transmitted.

"senior?"

Feng Wushuang's heart tightened, behind him, Yu Baimei had subconsciously pressed the Seven Tribulations Sword.

Ka Ka Ka ~
As if a rusty machine was turning, the gray-robed figure in front of the stone gate slowly raised his head, under the cloak, his eyes were as red as blood.

It looked around the crowd, and finally, it landed on Yang Qiu.

【Dragon Demon】

[A master who is good at making animals, a martial artist who has practiced horizontally to become a warrior, and a creation sewn with the flesh and blood of a dragon...]

Yang Jue's eyes froze.

Different from the previous ape demon, in this 'dragon demon' in front of him, he actually got a glimpse of his fate!

[Five purples, one gold and three reds]

【Human-Dragon Union (Lavish Purple), Donglong Flesh and Flesh (Lavish Purple), Dragon Elephant King Kong (Lavish Purple), Fudo Myoko Touching the Ground and Subduing Demons (Lavish Purple), Longevity Luo Han Guo (Lavish Purple),

Vajra is not bad (light gold), Buddha throws an image (deep red), heart dies alive (deep red), obsession is deep (deep red)]

【Status: intact】

"Brother Yang..."

Seeing that strange man raised his head, Lu Qingting couldn't help but tighten his heart, not because he was afraid of this strange man, but because he was afraid that Yang Jue would make a bold move...

This place is extremely small, if there is a big fight, it is afraid that many Taoism buried in it will be detonated immediately.

Yang Ju nodded slightly, indicating that he was aware of the seriousness, and walked slowly to the front. Under the gaze of the crowd, he walked until the light of the blood lamp enveloped him.

Looking at the crippled figure, Yang Jue's eyes were filled with anger:

"Fighting Buddha, Yinyue!"

Almost at the moment when he glimpsed the fate of this dragon demon, Yang Jue already knew the origin of this dragon demon.

The half of the Liansheng old woman who sewed the dragon demon is the legendary monk who is called Dachan Temple after Bodhidharma, with the highest merit, the greatest achievement, and the strongest martial arts!
Being suppressed by a sloppy Taoist for a lifetime, it is said that the warrior monk who died in depression at the end...

Fight Buddha, Yinyue!
Click!

There seemed to be a flash of thunder, and under the cloak, the blood-colored eyes seemed to have a golden light, and a hoarse, low, and mournful roar squeezed out from the strange man's chest.

"what!"

The gray hood was torn off, and under it was a dry and thin monster with dragon scales all over his body.

His eyes were red, his face was ferocious and ugly, blood flowed unconsciously from his gaping mouth.

"Fighting Buddha, Yinyue?!"

"He, he is Monk Yinyue?!"

"The Great Master of Buddhism, Fighting the Buddha and Yining the Moon?!"

……

Hearing Yang Qiu's words, and looking at this freak who looked like a man and a dragon, everyone was shocked, especially Lu Qingting.

He had seen this great monk before.

Many years ago, in the fairyland left by his patriarch, he had personally experienced this legendary monk who possessed the secret arts of Dachan Temple, the superior martial arts of Lanke Temple, and the strange arts of Wuliang Temple. Big event in the mountains.

He still remembered that this great monk stood like a door panel, his body was as wide as a wall, his big ears almost dropped to his shoulders, his complexion was plump and dark yellow, and he had the appearance of a great King Kong who was as immovable as a mountain.

But at this time, he has become a dry, ferocious freak...

"Before, those..."

Lu Qingting felt a chill in his heart, and suddenly remembered the hundreds of fierce monsters outside.

"The art of making animals, the art of making animals..."

Yu Baimei's face was trembling.

As the person with the highest seniority in Xuankong Mountain, how could he not know about Fighting Buddha Yinyue?
It's true that he didn't have a good impression of this great monk who once threatened Xuankong Mountain, but seeing him like this now, he couldn't help feeling angry.

Unlike those vicious monsters outside, he clearly has a will to keep...

"Ah, ah!"

The dragon demon struggled and roared, which was pathos and restraint.

"It's the blood lamp!"

Lu Qingting was the first to react:
"The blood lamp is urging him to kill us!"

"Don't act rashly!"

Yu Baimei also noticed something, but he pressed Lu Qingting's arm, and said in a deep voice:
"Monk Yinyue's will can survive, I'm afraid it has something to do with the blood lamp..."

While speaking, he looked at Yang Prison:
"Hero Yang..."

call!
There was no response, Yang prison took a step forward and squeezed into the place where the blood lamp was shining.

"Roar!"

In the next moment, the dragon demon, who was still struggling before, seemed to have lost all his human form, and rushed forward in a rage!

This is not just a culling of pure strength, but also brings with it the martial arts of his life!
boom!
This pounce was extremely powerful.

The few people who watched from afar felt their eyes darkened, as if a huge mountain was pressing down horizontally, its power was so fierce that it far surpassed the many fierce monsters outside.

This is already the strength of the Wusheng series!
"Yinyue!"

Yang Jue reprimanded lightly and transmitted sound, intending to wake up the will of Yamato that has not yet dissipated.

But the body of the dragon demon just trembled, and immediately slammed down even more violently. The withered body burst out with a huge force like a dragon and an elephant!

hold head high!
In a trance, it seemed that the dragon's chant really sounded in the hearts of several people.

It's not like it's like, but it's a real dragon chant!

Lu Qingting's eyes contracted violently, and he saw that the withered body of the dragon demon suddenly swelled up, and his body was full of knotted tendons, like an old dragon coiled around his body.

This is……

"The old dragon blocking the river!"

Yang Yu rolled his eyelids.

At this moment, even without Tongyou, he can recognize the origin of this dragon demon.

This aura is clearly the aura of the old dragon blocking the river, and this martial art is exactly what Fudo Mingwang body performed, the Buddha image throwing method!
Zhiyang's Buddhist martial arts and Zhigang's dragon-like strength perfectly merged together.

Its power is much more ferocious than Nie Longtian's Dragon Subduing God's Palm, and it is far more powerful than this man and dragon before he was alive.

"careful!"

Even though he had [-]% confidence in Yang Yu's strength, Lu Qingting couldn't help reminding him.

Because Yang Qiu seemed to be in a daze.

call!
But in the next moment, with a sigh, Yang Ju turned his palm over, just like he did in front of the Hanging Mountain, and entrusted Yinyue Zhigang's palm print.

puff!
The expected collision did not happen, the moment the palms intersected, the body of the dragon demon flew up like a piece of paper.

Yinyue, who is in the body of a dragon demon, is much stronger than when he first met.

But under Yang Qiu's subordinates today, he couldn't hold on anymore, and his body was thrown into the air, before he roared.

Yang Ju's palm has already followed like a shadow, covering his palm, and pressing it heavily on the generous stone gate:

"Calm down!"

boom!
At this time, there was a muffled sound that was neither high nor low.

In just one moment, the dragon demon, who was as fierce as a martial saint and even a martial saint like Yu Baimei felt fierce for many years, was blown out of all his arrogance.

passed out.

"This dragon blood lamp is his life extension lamp, don't touch it for now..."

Letting go of his hand, he let the muddy dragon monster fall limply to the ground, without any ferocity, on the face covered with dragon scales, he could see a bit of the shadow of Fighting Buddha Yinyue back then.

Ka Ka Ka ~
Stained by dragon blood, the Shimen was also opened by Feng Wushuang at this moment.

From the beginning to the end, only her mind was not on the confrontation between the two, because for her, it didn't need to pay attention at all.

"Um?!"

Yang Ju, who was looking at the Dragon Demon from himself, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and rarely pressed his chest.

The throbbing was so strong, for a moment, he almost thought that the cauldron of gluttony was going to jump out of his chest!

　Good night, good night, continue to code...

　
(End of this chapter)