The first cause of all realms

Chapter 809 In Wanfa Tower, the great demon Yang Ni!
"Mr. Lu, goodbye by fate, if... Forget it, you and I have no fate, it's better to disappear!"

A faint white mist covered Hanyue Sanren's body, and disappeared into the air under the horrified eyes of Lu Chen and a group of refugees and soldiers, like white smoke blown away by the wind.

"Change fate against the sky, a visitor from outside the sky..."

Without trying to block it, Wood Buddha watched quietly. In the fantasy world of immortals and demons, Lu Chen stood up, frowning slightly, with a delicate expression.

It is not a secret to him that there is a sky beyond the sky, and all the worlds in the universe. He even faintly knows that the sky beyond the sky may be more suitable for cultivation than this world.

But it's just knowing.

Escaping the void and breaking the boundary, the legend of time and space, even for him today, is also a legend in the legend.

The void is everywhere, but it doesn't think about it, and wants to break it...

Therefore, when he first learned of the existence of Tianwaitian, he also searched for it for a while, but then gradually gave up.

Until now...

"Outside the sky, is there a visitor?"

Witnessing the disappearance of the fortune-teller with his own eyes, there was an uproar in the gathering place, and Wooden Buddha watched quietly.

After a long time, he took a look at Hanyue Sanren's disciples and grandchildren who had chased him out from the inn, but there was no movement.

Naturally, he would not do anything to these people, not only because these people were not threatening, but also because Han Yue Sanren left them money for their lives.

This old Taoist stayed here, waiting for a long time, revealing the existence of the outer world for him, and letting him see his disappearance in this square world with his own eyes, how can there be no reason?

But as a teacher, he protected his apprentice for the last time...

……

"Farewell, Mountain Sea Realm!"

It is as light as smoke, but it is enough to cover all the white mist that probes into the outside world, Hanyue Sanren meditated silently in his heart.

Even though I have been born and aged for hundreds of years, I can't help but feel a little sad at this moment after seeing so many life and death.

After saying goodbye today, I don't know if there is still a chance to return to the world where he was born...

hum~
For a moment, and after a long time, a buzzing sound reverberated in his heart.

"This is……"

As the lingering sound reverberated, Hanyue Sanren was in a trance for a moment.

In a trance, I just feel that this life is floating in front of my eyes like a cloud of smoke...

When he was young, he lost his family and was adopted by Master Sanxiao Sanren...,

When he was young, he achieved success in his studies, went out to travel, became the guest of the rich and powerful, rich and prosperous, rich in clothes and fine food, good wine and beautiful ladies...

In middle age, the confidantes passed away, and the heart was disheartened. I only felt that life was like smoke and dust, fleeting, and I went back to the mountains to find a teacher and pursue longevity...

……

One by one, one by one, everything that has been experienced in the past hundreds of years, and even many memories that I have long forgotten, all emerge in my heart, as vivid as new.

"Someone is spying on my fate..."

Suddenly, such a thought popped up in his mind, and Hanyue Sanren came back to his senses, but he was not very surprised, and even his expression was very calm.

This is an ancient road with only a faint light and the surroundings are extremely dark.

"A bamboo building."

Hanyue Sanren looked up at the source of the light.

In the deep and quiet darkness, the light source is like a burning lamp. The light seems weak and soft, but it seems to be able to convey infinite depth.

Holding the unknown token that had been crushed but condensed again, Hanyue Sanren walked towards the source of the light without fear.

This ancient road was eerily quiet and eerily long. He walked all the way for some time before he saw the bamboo building shaped like an ancient pagoda in the light source.

On the bamboo building, there are three characters that he has never seen before. They seem to be Taoist, but they seem to be older.

His memory is very good, and he knew at a glance that he had never seen such words anywhere, but the meaning of the words emerged in his mind.

"Wanfa building!"

This is the name of this bamboo building.

In addition to the name, there are also the development of this bamboo building, as well as some other precautions.

There are only three words, but there is so much information contained in it, it seems to be as much as tens of millions of words!

What text is this?
Han Yue San's heart was shocked, and there was an answer in his ears:

"This is the 'Mantra of the Law'. It is said that in ancient times, a supreme being imitated the creation of heaven and earth. Every word contains unpredictable and tyrannical power..."

While the voice was floating, a middle-aged man in a green shirt with a somewhat Confucian temperament appeared in front of the bamboo building and introduced with a smile:

"Fellow Daoist of the Mountain and Sea Realm, I am the supernatural power master who joined Wanfa Tower before you, you can call me 'Auspicious Huanyang'..."

"Fellow Daoist Ji is polite."

Hanyue Sanren narrowed his eyes slightly, and responded with a smile, but felt a little apprehensive in his heart.

He could understand what this person said. It was a language from the Mountain Sea Realm, but this person was obviously not from the Mountain Sea Realm.

He, born with two pairs of ears...

Ji Huanyang didn't care much about Hanyue Sanren's guard, he just smiled slightly:
"Fellow Daoist is from the world of mountains and seas? I don't know how to call him?"

"I almost forgot, I'm rude, I'm rude, the poor Taoist name is 'Three Smiles', and the common name is 'Lu Chen'. I just arrived in the treasure land, and I need a lot of advice from fellow daoist Ji."

The old man seemed to have suddenly realized something, and patted his forehead.

"It turned out to be Fellow Daoist Lu."

Ji Huanyang didn't know whether to believe it or not, he nodded slightly, as if thinking of something:
"By the way, Fellow Daoist Lu, every master of supernatural powers who joins Wanfalou has a chance to communicate with Lingbao, don't miss it...

This, but we joined Wanfa Building, the only fortune that we can easily get, Xuantian Lingbao..."

"Thank you for your pointers."

Hanyue Sanren nodded his thanks, and walked into the Wanfa Building without haste.

According to the information obtained from the three 'laws and mantras', this bamboo building is the external reflection of the 'Xuantian Lingbao Wanfa Building'.

It seems to be one, but in fact there are tens of thousands of them. Even if two people stepped into the bamboo building at the same time, their locations are completely different.

This information is not difficult for him to understand, but it is Xuantian Lingbao...

He knows all about magic tools, magic treasures, and spirit treasures. This Xuantian spirit treasure is above the spirit treasure?
hum!
Inside the bamboo building, it was gloomy.

Standing in it, Hanyue Sanren was thinking about how to communicate with this Xuantian Lingbao, when his heart suddenly shook.

The turbulent white mist gathered into words, like a waterfall, constantly emerging and circulating.

"This is again?"

Hanyue Sanren concentrated and observed carefully.

Upon closer inspection, this torrent of complicated texts is divided into two sides, one of which is titled 'Becoming Immortal through Tired Achievements, Small and Great Achievements are Famous'.

[Big Dragon Knife: Inferior Spiritual Treasure, Requires [-] minor kung fu]

【Extreme Demon Slaying Demon Sword: Inferior Spiritual Treasure, Requires a small skill of 250 six】

[Nie Ming II Pill: Spirit-level treasure pill, requires a small skill of [-]]

……

[Jiuyao level, the rank map of Chunyang Daoist: Eight thousand small skills are required]

The words flowing like a waterfall seem to have a magical power that makes Hanyue Sanren involuntarily concentrate.

And the place where his line of sight converged was the Fate-Defying II Pill.

[...Find the Eight Treasures, Dao Buddha Fire, fetch the rare water from all over the world, Yin and Yang refine the Dao and Fruit Essence...

Taking this elixir can recast the longevity of yin and yang without ignoring spiritual wisdom, without hurting the foundation, and can improve the innate heel...]

"There is such a precious pill here?!"

Hanyue Sanren could not help but gasp.

He has been suffering for more than three hundred years, and he has a deep understanding of yin and yang life spans. He is very clear that most of the life-extending pills in the world are just to reduce yin life and prolong yang life.

Because he himself can live to this life span, relying on the loss of Yinshou.

Although this method can prolong life, but if Yin Shou is extinct, even ghosts cannot do it.

Therefore, when he saw this pill, he couldn't help but be moved, but...

"What is this big and small merit?"

After a long while, Han Yuesan finally suppressed the throbbing in his heart.

He has read Dao Zang thoroughly, but he knows that in ancient times, practitioners once had the saying of "making meritorious deeds and ascending to immortality".

If a practitioner has great merits in the heaven and earth, and has great deeds in the present and the past, he can ascend to heaven, and after going through 36 caves, he can be promoted to heaven.

Is this a small achievement?

Without waiting for an explanation, Hanyue Sanren has never been more interested in the Wanfa Building in front of him.

After finishing the "Small Gong District" hastily, I looked at the "Great Gong District".

In the mist, the Dagong area was very blurred and not much was revealed, but just such a glimpse made his heart tremble.

[Fenghuolun: The first-class Lingbao requires a lot of effort...]

[Three heads and six arms: great supernatural powers, requires great work 910 two]

[Fa Tian Xiang Di: Great supernatural powers, requires great work 920 three]

[Purple Qi Accumulates Body: The Book of Incarnation of Great Supernatural Powers, requires a great effort of 840 [-] three]

……

With just a glance, Hanyue Sanren couldn't move his eyes, and his heart was filled with monstrous waves.

As a master of supernatural powers, how could he not know what great supernatural powers are.

According to ancient legends, in ancient times, in the great era when immortals and Buddhas lived in the world, those who disturbed the situation, laughed arrogantly, and looked down upon the gods were collectively called great supernatural beings!
"This Wanfa building, is there a legendary supernatural power?"

As soon as this thought flashed, Hanyue Sanren felt a chill down his back, and it was difficult to suppress the distracting thoughts in his mind.

Further up, the Dagong area was blocked by mist, and he was so focused that he could only see some words in it.

"Chiguotian, Totatian, Batian Xingzun, Candle Demon Walker, Qingyuan Miaodao..."

In the mist, the few words at the top made Hanyue San's mind sway, but soon he came to his senses.

Leaving aside whether the thing in the mist is true or not, even if it is true, he can't get it.

Because, he doesn't even have a little skill...

"Hanging work area? This so-called big and small work, but it turned out to be the reward for driving others..."

Glancing at the Xuangong area on the other side, Hanyue Sanren became more sober, and had a slightly vague impression of this Wanfa building.

"It's like a reminder building, a killer organization..."

Call ~
Before the thought in Han Yue's mind flashed across his mind, wisps of white mist gushed out from nowhere and enveloped him again.

A desolate and indifferent voice rang in his ears.

"Watch!"

The same ancient law and mantra, obscure and grand, let alone waiting for his response, seemed to penetrate his mind.

Hanyue Sanren just had a thought, and before he could respond to any half a word, the white mist around him was violently surging.

Strands of dilapidated scenes emerged one after another around him, like clouds gathering into thick fog...

The sky is high, the sun is light, and the wind and snow are high.

Under the blizzard and snow, the land and mountains looked small, and the many gathering places located on the ground, as well as the armored vehicles driving in the wilderness, became more and more small and blurred.

"This is, the Mountain and Sea Realm... Is this Xuantian Lingbao spying on my fate? Who was it before that?"

Hanyue Sanren's heart moved, but there was no repulsion. Those who counted people, people also counted.

This was the first lesson taught by Master Sanxiao when he started...

clap la la...

In the white mist, all kinds of scenes are crazily flowing.

Hanyue Sanren has never seen his life so clearly, from being born, babbling, to getting old and frail...

More than three hundred years of life, the revolving lantern seems to pass by in front of my eyes, which can be described as a snap of the fingers.

hum~
Suddenly, accompanied by a soft sound, the scene in the mist stopped flowing, but was quickly pulled in and frozen.

"This is Northwest City..."

Hanyue Sanren's eyes froze.

In the frozen picture, there is a small restaurant, and the female disciple is lying in his arms with a flushed face.

Hanyue Sanren's face turned dark. He really didn't like this kind of secret being pryed into, but his heart was shocked in an instant.

The place where the picture freezes is not me, but...

"Yang Prison?!"

The desolate, ancient, obscure and grand voice sounded in his ears here, the difference is that this time it is no longer the 'Law Mantra',
And in that indifferent voice, there are anthropomorphic fluctuations:

"Big Demon Yang Ni? No, it's not him..."

hum~
The white mist surged fiercely, and an inexplicable fluctuation suddenly emerged in Hanyue Sanren's heart, making him feel chilly to the bone.

He felt that a terrifying idea beyond the limit of his cognition descended into the billowing white mist.

Ancient, profound, sacred, terrifying...

In the next moment, his eyes were completely dark, and he lost any grasp of the outside world. He only heard an obscure whisper when he was dying:
"Different worlds nourish similar flowers..."

　Good night, don't wait to continue coding, it may be very late... Excessive chapters, please don't scold me...

　
(End of this chapter)