The first cause of all realms

Chapter 853 A word of true transmission, a false collection of thousands of scriptures?

Boom!

There seemed to be heavy thunders exploding in my heart at the same time.

All of a sudden, Yang Jue felt his heart roaring, and his mind seemed to be shaken to leave this body.

hum!
The huge humming sounded like a surging tide, and the mind was absorbed in it, like a small boat that might capsize at any time, constantly heaving and falling.

[Second Stage of Eighty-Nine Mysterious Art (quasi): Tianlei Changes]

At this moment, Yang Ju's mind couldn't help arousing the Bajiu Xuangong.

After Yang Ni's catastrophe, this ancient holy method of avoiding catastrophe, which he learned from the realm of ninety-nine profound arts, has advanced to the second level, but he has not yet selected the "qi mechanism" and practiced the second change.

And at this moment, he felt the strong pulse (mo) of the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kungfu.

woo~
Immediately, under Tongyou, he discovered the change of this profound art, and at the same time, the old Taoist's words echoed in his ears:
"Don't give up in case of calamity, when you break it, you break it..."

[True word, fake collection of thousands of volumes]

[Tao is not taught lightly, law is not cultivated lightly...]

Fake? !

real? !

After a long time, Yang Ju woke up from the shock in his heart, but the ripples in his heart did not subside for a long time.

Do not teach the Tao lightly, do not cultivate the law lightly...

The emotional turmoil at this moment made him realize this sentence very clearly.

It is not appropriate to say that the eight or nine profound arts he cultivated are false, and there is no falsehood in the whole text, but in fact, it is still not true...

"True biography, true biography..."

Yang Jue murmured in his heart, and his mind wandered on the cauldron of gluttony that was still turning slowly.

On the dark tripod wall, there is a color that is very different from the surroundings. At first glance, it seems to be inlaid with a polished and shiny bronze mirror.

That is the reflection of his heart in the cauldron of gluttony, and he has also received the true teaching, eight or nine profound skills.

【Eighty Nine Profound Techniques (True)】

Why is it true?
What is false?
Yang Yu watched silently in his heart.

The place of brilliance inlaid like a bronze mirror is imprinted with his many practices of this sacred method of avoiding catastrophe, which has not changed in the slightest.

In the bronze mirror, his appearance was reflected.

The self in the mirror sits cross-legged, with five hearts facing the sky, carrying the seven-star Longyuan sword on his back, and a purple gold swallowing evil gourd hanging from his waist, and the seal of suppressing evil.

Among the complete collection of meridians and meridians, there are blood energy, true energy, and electric light swimming, as well as the golden jelly scissors that are being nourished, and the human race bag...

You can see the plank ribs and tendons, you can see the eyes of the sky and the secluded world, you can see the skeleton made of fine gold and black iron, and you can see the mustard space in the right palm...

It can also be seen that in the acupoints, surrounded by qi, the seven-aperture stone monkey is being conceived...

Except for the cauldron of gluttony, everything about him was reflected in the mirror!
A brontosaurus that seems to be absent wanders around the 'mirror self', making thunderous roars from time to time.

That was a thunderbolt.

"This is the real eight or nine profound arts..."

Enlightenment rose in Yang Ju's heart.

He focused his attention on perception, and with a thought, he recalled the old Taoist murmur when he was parting, and strands of black air emerged from his body in the bronze mirror.

The black air was entrenched like a mist, coming from nowhere, gathering into a ball between his brows, like a dark cloud covering the top!
"The catastrophe of enlightenment!"

The moment he caught a glimpse of the black mist, Yang Jue understood in his heart that this black mist is doomed.

It is the catastrophe that he must face in order to achieve the Ten Capitals...

hum!
With a thought in his mind, Yang Jue in the mirror seemed to feel something, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pick up a wisp of black mist from between his eyebrows.

hum~
Immediately, the air in the mirror circulated, and there seemed to be white mist rising. In the mist, it seemed that a scene appeared from nothing, from blurred to clear...

"This is……"

In the gradually clear mist, he saw a familiar yet unfamiliar mountain, it was Dachan Mountain!

No, it's Dachan Mountain in Bodhidharma Fulongtu!
Fairyland? !
Yang Jue's heart skipped a beat, and immediately he saw a strange but familiar figure among the erratic clouds and mist in the mountains.

He was wearing a blue shirt, sitting cross-legged in front of the Big Toad Rock, his body and face were covered by the lingering clouds and mist, and in the clouds and mist, he saw something familiar.

It was the shadow of a light blue giant whale, it was swaying, struggling, roaring and mourning...

But gradually, it disappeared into the clouds and mist, and submerged into the body of the middle-aged man in the green shirt.

Swish!
At a certain moment, the middle-aged man in the green shirt suddenly opened his eyes, as if a thunder shot out from his eyes:

"Who?!"

Click!

The scene in the mirror dissipated, like a calm pool of water being disturbed, and after a while, Yang Qiu's face was reflected again.

"Lu Chen."

This scene did not cause waves in Yang prison's heart, because he had already known about Lu Chen's threat.

but……

"He killed the dragon whale, did he want to borrow a new life?"

A thought flashed in his mind, Yang Jue came back to his senses, Xiao Yangjian seemed to be frightened, and kept shouting.

"Brother, don't scare me, don't scare me..."

"fine."

Yang Ju returned to his senses, comforted his little brother, and asked him if he had heard anything.

"That old grandfather, taught me eight or nine profound arts..."

Xiao Yang replied:
"When I close my eyes, there is a mirror in my heart. It's so fun... By the way, there is brother in the mirror!"

"um, I?"

Yang Ju was startled, and immediately remembered something:
"Have you already mastered your Eighty Nine Profound Arts?"

"Well, Yizhong, it seems to be..."

Xiao Yang answered honestly.

"Sure enough, the calamity in Dingyang City should be on the head of my little brother, so five or six years ago, he had already started the eight or nine Xuangong, but..."

Yang Yu was certain in his heart, and was a little surprised:
"Your change is..."

"It's brother."

Yang Jian replied.

"...you..."

Yang Qiu was a little dumbfounded, he never thought that his younger brother would choose himself as the first change...

"Brother, are you angry?"

Xu was because of Yang Yu's silence, Xiao Yangjian suddenly felt a little nervous, and asked cautiously.

"The change has already been made, but there is no way to go back on it. I hope you don't regret it..."

The fact has already come true, and Yang Jue can't criticize anything harshly. Xiao Yangjian was only half a year old six years ago, so he doesn't have any thinking ability.

It's just that, although the old Taoist said that the eight or nine Xuangong changes are uncertain, he didn't choose the energy of the universe, but chose people...

"Oh……"

Xiao Yang seems to understand but not understand.

Yang Jue sighed in his heart, and with the help of the rare bond between the two, he began to teach his younger brother martial arts.

In this state, it is very suitable for teaching. No matter how obscure what he said, Xiao Yangjian can fully understand what he means.

In the meantime, he did not forget to warn:
"This art of transformation must be used as a last resort, and it must not be used lightly..."

……

……

boom!
boom!
boom!
The sound of horseshoes sounded like thunder, stretching across the area, and the sound of shouting and killing one after another seemed to shake the sky, filling the entire battlefield.

The drums of war roared, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

There are knives and guns everywhere, broken limbs and broken arms, human corpses and horse corpses everywhere. The strong smell of blood is mixed with gunpowder and smoke, and it permeates for tens of hundreds of miles!
Ten thousand riders against ten thousand riders!

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Under the banners and flags, I looked at the cavalry who was as majestic and terrifying as a mountain.

Not to mention the many soldiers under his command, even Li Chuang, who had the heart to fight to the death, felt a chill in his heart.

This red-blooded army formed by pooling resources from the northwest is really tyrannical to a level that he can't imagine.

Looking from here, one can only feel that Qi and blood are dispersed, like mountains and seas, accompanied by thousands of horses galloping, charging with one rider, the sky is really falling apart!
"The martial arts should be ordered, and the martial arts should be ordered..."

Hearing the screams one after another, Li Chuang felt blood dripping from his heart. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and pulled out the bloody knife behind him!

This clay sculpture was given to him before the battle. It is said that it is made from a fragment of a magic knife handed down from ancient times, and it has supreme power.

"Qin Lihu!"

Loud shouts like thunder exploded on the battlefield, which seemed to be more intense than the sound of fighting of tens of thousands of people.

boom!
Qin Lihu, who swept across with the long saber and killed dozens of riders, suddenly raised his head, but saw a terrifying red saber light,
Like a Changhong that runs through the sun, it kills itself directly!
"This knife?!"

The pupils of Wang Muzhi, who was sweeping in the rear, shrank.

The moment the saber sounded, the vast battlefield was silent, and under the dispersal of the terrifying atmosphere, all the roaring, fighting, and iron-blooded killing spirit were extinguished in one fell swoop!

What is even more astonishing is that at the same time as the bloody knife flew across the sky, the blood that spilled on the entire battlefield seemed to be inspired by something, like thousands of blood snakes, gathering towards the bloody knife at a very fast speed!

And where the blade is directed, no matter whether it is a man or a horse, no matter whether it is the enemy or us, the vitality and blood are drawn out in an instant!

"You dare!"

Wang Muzhi's heart trembled, and he shot at him, urging the yin and yang to kill his hand, and it flew away like an electric light.

"kill!"

The frightening light of the saber seemed to suppress the entire battlefield, but Qin Lihu, who was the first to bear the brunt, didn't seem to notice it.

Before the overwhelming bloody saber light enveloped the sky, he immediately swung the saber, screaming and shaking his arms:
"The Red Blood Army, where is it?!"

"In! In! In!"

Thousands of horses and ten thousand riders roared at the same time, and in the earth-shattering explosion, they were so powerful that they were inconceivably vigorous.

All gathered in Qin Lihu alone!
The situation of Dacheng's soldiers is vividly displayed in the battle formation!

At this moment, with the qi and blood of tens of thousands of riders gathering, Qin Lihu's qi and blood have surpassed ordinary martial saints!

Rumble!
The stone broke the sky, and the sand flew away.

Two waves of air exploded suddenly in the battlefield, and the terrifying power spread, and the knights who were a little closer, no matter whether they were horses or men, were blown away like straws.

"puff!"

With a single blow, thousands of people coughed up blood.

The dragon and the horse stood up while neighing, Qin Lihu seemed to have been hit by a hundred knives, and his whole body was covered in blood, but he laughed loudly:
"What supernatural power? That's all!"

boom!
Amidst the loud shouts, even if he jumped, at the moment before the vigorous energy and blood dissipated, he was exposed to the bloody knife light like a torrent,
Rush to Li Chuang!

"puff!"

When the blood knife fell to the ground, Li Chuang's body trembled. He turned his head stiffly, looked at the dead bodies all over the ground, and smiled miserably:
"I heard that the Northwest Road only kills the chief villain, and does not harm the soldiers and civilians..."

Ok?
Qin Lihu, who coughed up blood and laughed loudly with a knife, was stunned for a moment, and the smile and disdain disappeared immediately:
"Not bad!"

"it is good!"

While nodding, Li Chuang fell to the ground with a bang.

It's just that there is still a great sense of regret in my heart that cannot be dissipated:

"I didn't even see Yang Yu's face..."

While the sand was splashing, Li Chuang turned his back to the sky, and the moment the tide of darkness submerged himself, he seemed to see the goshawk coming with wings,
And on the eagle's back, hunting against the wind, it seems to be a figure that can be seen from afar:
"...I really don't want to!"

"Why be unwilling?"

Darkness enveloped everything, Li Chuang had lost all grasp of the outside world, but suddenly heard a familiar voice.

A clay sculpture that looked like a god and a Buddha emerged in his mind, and then he saw a palm formed by endless conglomeration,
Catch it toward yourself:

"Use my life, you won't be willing to finish it!"

Boo!
Above the sky, the goshawk swooped down with a long cry, and the airflow it raised turned into a strong wind to disperse the snow and blood.

A figure mixed with red and golden streamers fell like a meteor, and the palm of the invisible aura turned into a heavy slap towards the void:

"You can not!"

　...Continue to code words...See you at twelve o'clock in the evening, and try to write a big chapter!
　
(End of this chapter)