The first cause of all realms

Chapter 829 Yulong moved to fight for [-] miles, pushing thirteen states with both fists! (five)

boom!
The misty snowy sky seemed to be filled with terrifying fist marks at this moment.

The mighty gathering of Qi and blood is like the light of the sun, pure and violent, it seems that the void can't bear it, and it will be pierced by a punch!
Just like what the old demon said, Yang Jue's qi and blood were certainly stimulated to the extreme in this punch, but he did not use any supernatural power.

But his current martial arts practice is close to the peak, even if he doesn't have the blessing of lifting the sky and shaking the earth, the power of his fists is enough to move anyone in the world.

The qi, blood, and spirit of the old woman who had practiced for three thousand years in the sacrificial seal are like the most intense flame in the world, burning away impurities, and pushing his qi, blood, true energy, and true energy to an extremely high level in one fell swoop.

Up to now, the practice of simple martial arts, he asked himself, is only half inferior to Zhang Xuanba who stepped into the realm of human immortality with half a foot.

boom!
Fist falls, people fly!
With just one blow, the formation formed by the Seventh Generation Black Mountain Old Demon completely disintegrated, and six people flew out. Only the Seventh Generation Old Demon, who looked like a boy, pulled away suddenly before his fist light reached his body, and retreated several miles away. land.

And once he retreats, the Eighth Generation Old Demon will have no room to retreat, and he will no longer retreat!

"Yang Yu, how dare you bully me like this!"

The brows trembled violently, the Black Mountain old demon stopped in his footsteps, and anger flashed in his eyes.

In the past 200 years from Xiu to the seventh generation to the present, has he ever been so underestimated?

The nameless anger stopped his footsteps, and immediately, the dim light lingering around him overflowed between his five fingers.

Zheng~
In an instant, the sky and the earth trembled, and an extremely sharp knife cry resounded through both sides of the river. The sound of this knife cry seemed to be real.

The moment the sound waves resounded, with the faint light as the center, a radius of ten feet, twenty feet... or even several miles was completely black, and everyone lost their grasp of the outside world in an instant!

This is different from the deprivation of the five senses of the Night Demon Knife, but at this moment, the extremely sharp knife light has exceeded the limit that the naked eye can bear.

The body automatically avoided the capture of the knife light!

At this moment, almost everyone's eyes were completely dark, only Yang Qian, who stepped forward and punched, could see it clearly.

A shadowy black knife light, shaped like a full moon, suddenly appeared around the void, enveloping himself in it.

Its radiance was extremely ferocious, and everyone who saw the light of his saber unsheathed had bleeding tears in their eyes.

"Three Yin Demon Killing Knife!"

The old demon who was in a rage, abandoned his supernatural powers in this flash and flint, and replaced him with the Sanyin Demon Killing Sword that he had practiced for more than [-] years!

The seventh generation tortured Fang Chengwu sage.

Even after the seventh life, his mind is no longer above the martial arts, but his background is too deep, and this type of demon sword is also on the twelfth grade.

The pinnacle of martial arts!

"Twelve ranks, is it really the pinnacle of martial arts?"

His fists were shining in the sky, and there was a moment of turbulence in Yang Jue's heart.

For a warrior, the limit is never an honor, especially for a warrior who has touched this realm.

But no matter how he thinks, the twelfth rank seems to be the limit of ordinary martial arts.

Henry Zhang back then did not exceed this category, and the old Montenegro demon today does not...

Zheng! ! ~~~
The extremely ear-piercing sound of metal and iron clashing exploded at the moment when the sword and fist met!
Before the sound waves had time to spread, the terrifying ripples had set off waves of turbulent air all around!
Like a raging sea, like a flood bursting a dike, layer upon layer, covering the sky, suddenly rushing out in all directions with the momentum of washing the world!

Boom!

Like a gust of wind passing through the border, even though they are far away from each other, the crowd of spectators are still affected by the ripples.

Those with a high level of practice can still support it, but those with a weak foundation are almost blown away like a scarecrow.

Domineering!

Three Yin Demon Killing Knife!

This is the ultimate collision of martial arts!
Even though they were affected by the aftermath, many great master-level warriors were unwilling to take half a step back, and watched the fierce confrontation between the two unrivaled powerhouses.

At this moment, the martial arts will of the two of them was so strong that even the warriors who were far away from each other and were not affected couldn't help but tremble all over.

"It's so fierce..."

On the branch of an old tree at the city gate, the middle-aged man with frantic hair suddenly stood up straight, almost unable to hide his introverted aura.

At this moment, the aura erupted by the two people was so terrifying that he, who is also a martial saint, couldn't help but tremble, and completely extinguished his thoughts of confronting these two.

"The victory and defeat have been decided..."

Glancing at the chaotic Seven Killing King City behind him, the middle-aged man couldn't help but licked the corner of his mouth.

In this city, there are hundreds of years of accumulation of the Heavenly Wolf Royal Court...

But before this thought could pass by, his mind was shocked suddenly, and when he raised his head suddenly, he saw a large area of ​​ink surging in the place where the two of them intersected!

At this moment, no one can see the confrontation between the two, only the voice that is as clear as a dragon is still echoing:
"Second punch!"

boom!
In the billowing black mist, the blazing fist light flickered from time to time, and every time the fist light rose, there was a dull explosion that spread several miles or even tens of miles away through the vibration of the earth.

The black mist surged fiercely, and the collision between the two was faster than anyone's imagination.

It seems that it is only a few moments, it is already,

"The tenth punch!"

Boom!
Like a heavy hammer hitting a drum, after this punch, the violent shock remained, but there seemed to be a moment of silence.

"Zhang Xuanba, you are finally better than me, even if you are dead, you are still blocking my way..."

The cold and indifferent voice pierced through numerous ripples like a thunder dragon, echoing inside and outside the royal city, up and down the river.

The black air surged like a tide, and even overwhelmed the shocking collision between the two.

shhhhhh~~~
At the same time, the body of the old demon who was sent flying horizontally also responded one after another.

They were either unwilling, or furious, or calm, or wry smiles... but they all rushed into the black mist like moths on a flame.

"Ugh……"

The one who walked last was the seventh-generation old demon who looked like a boy. He took a deep look at the Seven Killing King City in the snowstorm, but he did not enter the black mist.

"Rob, rob, rob!"

On the bank of the great river, amidst the tide of black light, the old demon opened his arms wide open, and the scarlet-gold fist print penetrated from his chest to his back, his muscles and bones shattered.

But his expression was wild like never before, as if men, women and children sang together, the sound came out of his mouth:

"I will fight for one immortal with eight lifetimes!"

Boom!

At the same time as the person screamed, he took an irregular mouthful, and the real compass suddenly floated into the air, bursting out a more terrifying black mist, guarding against possible impacts.

At this moment, the Black Mountain old demon only felt that the black mist was like the most terrifying flame in the world, and his body was burning and melting violently.

And faster than him is his body of the world.

From the first life to the seventh life, they all disappeared as quickly as bubbles, were assimilated by the black mist, and then flowed back like a tide, turning into even more terrifying firewood to boil themselves.

The practice of the eight generations is integrated into one at this moment!
His strength, accompanied by the violent surge of the black mist, seemed to keep expanding and expanding without limit...

But there was no excitement in his heart, only strong sense of sadness and unwillingness...

too early!
According to his prediction, the unification of the eight generations should be 300 years later, when the sky becomes extremely intense.

At that time, all eight generations had practiced for [-] years, and they all reached the limit. They forcibly induced the "Big Dipper Dao Fruit" to be born and refined it.

However, at this moment, he had to...

The person in front of him is so tyrannical that he can't ignore it. His martial arts may be half as inferior to Zhang Xuanba back then.

But it’s not Henry Zhang.

He also has many supernatural powers!
"Yang Prison!"

Looking out of the black mist with gloomy eyes, he was ready to meet Yang prison's surprise attack, however, it was beyond his expectation.

On the bank of the big river, Yang Jue pressed his waist saber lightly, but he didn't intend to make a sudden attack.

"Is the eight generations one?"

Yang Ju lowered his eyes and pressed the knife.

According to what Hanyue Sanren or Wang Muzhi said, the great luck of the world for the next 300 years will be between the white mountains and the black waters.

The Montenegro old demon will stand on top of the world for more than three hundred years, and even the old woman who is pitiful will die at his hands...

It's not that he doesn't believe what the two of them said, it's just that he understands fate better than anyone else, and it's clear that what is fixed is not destined.

hum~
It seemed like a long time, but in fact it was only two moments, and the diffuse black mist returned from the upstream, and disappeared into nothingness in an instant.

In the same place, there is no more black smoke, and the body of the eighth old demon is gone.

Instead, there was a young Taoist in black and white robes.

This Taoist has a pair of extremely special eyes, so pure black that there is no white in the eyes, other than that, his entire face is as smooth as a mirror, with no mouth, nose and ears!
Viscous dark light flowed around his body like water waves, it was so strong that it turned into substance, martial arts will!
"He He……"

Those who dare to watch the battle at this moment are not ordinary people, and some people can see the state of the old demon clearly at the moment, and they can't help but feel hairy.

The middle-aged man with disheveled hair under the city wall couldn't help but tremble his eyelids. The moment he saw this man, he smelled extremely strong malice!

This doesn't look like a person, but more like a legendary monster!

"what?"

Yang Ju's expression was always calm, but at this moment he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

For the Black Mountain old demon, even with his current practice, there is absolutely no underestimation.

However, with the experience of confronting Yang Ni eight times in the Mirage Realm, his heart was surging, and he hadn't really had any disturbances in this battle up to this moment.

But at this moment, he was a little surprised.

Eight generations became one, and it also happened in the mirage. Yang Ni led an overwhelming army of undead to overthrow the entire Seven Killing Mountain, forcing the old demon to fight to the death.

It's just that the old demon who was one at that time was a deformed monster with half of its limbs missing...

"Things in the world are hard to satisfy, you may be the doom of this seat..."

The familiar tone, but it seems that all kinds of sounds are mixed together, and the weird tone makes anyone who hears it can't help but feel creepy.

"Ventriloquism? It seems that your appearance is not intentional, but that you haven't practiced yet?"

Comparing what he saw and heard in the mirage, Yang Ju instantly thought of the 'seven-orifice stone monkey' in his own cave.

Doesn't the old demon at this moment look very much like a stone monkey that has not yet conceived a crotch?

"This old demon actually wants to recast his body with eight generations of practice?!"

In the pagoda wood token, the heart of Taoist Zhenyan was shocked.

Even now that Daoguo is born one after another, why do so many masters of the Ten Capitals still practice Martial Saints at the same time, so they don't hesitate to stay for tens or hundreds of years before breaking through?
It is precisely because, after being promoted to Martial Saint, his own footsteps climbed!
This old demon...

"How could it be perfect without three hundred years of practice..."

The newborn old demon stretched out his palm, feeling the slightest changes in himself and the surroundings, as bloody tears flowed down his face.

The old demon is crying!

Seeing this scene, not to mention the crowd watching the battle, even Yang Jue couldn't help but twitch his eyelids.

Not to mention martial saints, grand masters, even quasi-grandmasters who have never forged a hundred scriptures, have already mastered their own control in a subtle way.

Even though I am in extreme pain and fear, I still don't want to shed tears...

Not to mention a top figure in martial arts like the Black Mountain Old Demon!
"Not good, not good..."

The people watching the battle along the river felt their hair stand on end, but the middle-aged man with hair on the corner of the city wall turned around and retreated into the city.

It seems that I dare not stay outside the city any longer...

"Yang Qiu, you ruined the path of this seat, the path that was only opened by the eighth generation of this seat, was interrupted by you..."

Looking at Yang Yu, the old demon's voice was extremely calm:
"My lord, I will make everyone who is related to you in this world linger, and take away their souls!!!"

It was calm and quiet, but the colder than the winter outside the Great Wall came, and the terrifying power caused a large black river to rise into the sky!

There is no hysteria, but this kind of calm is more violent and terrifying than any roar.

At this moment, in the thoughts of everyone who heard the words, they couldn't help but hate the sky, the earth, and everything.
Hatred to the point of vicissitudes, the indelible hatred even if the universe is destroyed!

"what!"

Someone roared angrily, but was controlled by that hatred, and rushed towards Yang Jue in a frenzied way!

one, ten...

Before the old demon could finish his words, all the people on both sides of the river, regardless of friends or foes, regardless of their level of cultivation, rushed towards Yang Ju!

If you hate to the extreme, you won't be afraid even if the sky falls apart, anger!
Even the man of truth in the pagoda wood token was in a trance for a moment, as if he was going to be frightened by his will!
"Unfortunately, you don't have that chance!"

At this time, the same calm voice exploded in everyone's ears like thunder, and the huge impact instantly dispelled the hatred in their hearts.

"Today, you must die!"

A crowd of people rushing to kill suddenly woke up, sweating profusely, not even daring to watch the battle, and fled frantically towards the distance.

Only a few people fell to the ground, trying to resist the impact of two terrifying wills.

hum~
The three-color light mixed with red gold and thunder light gushed out from between the eyebrows like water waves and flowed to Yang Qiu's whole body.

Martial sage peak, the foundation leading to the realm of immortality, Zhang Xuanba has already deduced it, but it is limited by the spirit of heaven and earth, and no one can really step into it.

The unity of soul and body is the first step towards immortality.

hum~
The streamer is lingering, like wearing armor.

This feeling is very wonderful, like talismans and Taoist blessings, but it is far more intuitive and flexible than the former two.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Qiu has noticed a huge change.

This change is not only inside, but also outside!
His strength is expanding violently, but his body seems to be getting lighter and lighter, as if he can really fly into the sky as soon as he exerts his strength.

The environment's restraint on himself, after adding willpower, dropped to a point where he didn't seem to be able to notice it without paying attention!
This feeling is very strange, but...

"Spirit and flesh unite..."

Even with only one pair of eyes, the old demon's expression is also changing drastically at the moment, it seems to be shocked, and it seems to be vigilant.

But soon it turned into a sneer:

"The unity of spirit and flesh, even Henry Zhang could only last for a moment, how long can you last?!"

Slowly raising his eyes, he glanced at the old demon whose expression seemed to have changed, and Yang Jue stepped forward.

"Eighteen breaths..."

All of a sudden, Li Xu's land was stepped over by him, and the speed was as fast as the legendary land shrinking into an inch.

However, with such a fast speed, he didn't set off any airflow at all, let alone an explosion of air at extreme speed.

However, his voice was clearly caught by everyone!

His speed surpassed the sound, but the sound seemed to exceed his speed!

Those who subvert common sense are supernatural powers, and warriors who unite body and soul are infinitely close to legends!
Call ~
In one breath, Yang Ju didn't have any reservations anymore. With the flickering of the blazing thunder, the double-edged knife on his waist fluttered for a long time,

Unsheathed completely!

"Kill you, that's enough!"

　Hmm... Continue to code words, try to come up with [-] characters, um...

　
(End of this chapter)