The first cause of all realms

Chapter 864 Xuan Gong changes, the ancestor of the Yu family!

Nether Town Prison?

In the cuffs, the three-legged toad almost broke his voice in a hurry, but before it opened its mouth, Yang Jue had already noticed something strange.

From the moment he summoned the 'Kuixing Kick Dou', the overwhelming pressure that seemed to destroy everything suddenly decreased...

"This is?"

Yang Yu's heart skipped a beat.

In a trance, he only felt that above the shadow of the sky, in an unknowable place so far away, the three-colored idol seemed to be aware of it, overlooking it.

His empty gaze seems to have moved...

boom!
In the next moment, a shocking confluence exploded under the watchful eyes of countless people inside and outside the city.

The indescribable majestic force, in an instant, has crushed the turbulent Zhen Gang, followed by the Yuan Magnetic Qi Field...

This is the most rigid and powerful, yet extremely pure and extremely powerful!

The moment he faced his sharpness, Yang Jue felt as if he was about to be crushed into tiny particles invisible to the naked eye!

However, up to this moment, he has not wavered at all, even though his body seems to be trembling unbearably.

All his mind is still concentrated on the eight or nine profound arts, exhausting everything, burning the spirit, boiling the spirit,
Like a huge palm, grabbing into the shadows...

……

it's over!
Looking up to the sky, looking at the thunder and lightning intertwined, soaring up to the sky, facing the huge shadow that hangs down, Xue Dilong's only remaining eye sockets seemed to have will-o'-the-wisps shining.

At this moment, he can only see the shadow of the sky. He doesn't know what the shadow is, but he knows,
Yang prison is dead!
boom!
There seemed to be meteors exploding in the sky, and a large area of ​​thunder, lightning and flames spread in all directions, like the most splendid meteor shower.

"ended……"

Xue Dilong forced his eyes to open wide, but in the next moment, his sight was frozen.

The falling figure like a shooting star crushed the Baiyu Square within a radius of [-] zhang. Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, he seemed to hear an earth-shattering giant elephant's hiss!

In a trance, he seemed to see a giant elephant with two colors intertwined, like a negative weight, like a Tai Chi back, stomping and hissing in the dust, and the sound moved ten miles away!
"This is……"

boom!
A huge roar filled the sea of ​​hearts.

With Yang Ju's practice today, he feels his mind and mind are scattered, as if a big explosion happened in the depths of his soul!

It's just a faint breath, but it seems to be more violent and terrifying than the thunder from the nine heavens!
"Eighty-Nine Profound Art, absorb breath!"

Yang Ju was startled but not in a state of confusion, forcing the Bajiu Xuangong to control the aura he had snatched from the shadows:
"Awe-inspiring! Awe-inspiring! Awe-inspiring!"

hum!
At this moment, the bright mirror inlaid in the cauldron of gluttony appeared in front of Yang Yu's eyes again.

On the bronze mirror reflected by the eight or nine profound arts, a giant elephant with intertwined colors is stamping its feet, shaking its nose, and hissing...

The terrifying fluctuations even tore the bronze mirror apart, and his shadow was almost trampled under the feet of that giant elephant!
This is a sign that he can't overwhelm the divine aura!

"Quixing!"

Without any hesitation, Yang Jue turned his mind, and inside the Cauldron of Gluttony, the three fruits of the Dao, including the purple gold gourd, had all vibrated, bursting out with three-color intertwined light.

The afterimage of Kuixing appeared in the mirror at the same time!

call!
The violent idol suddenly calmed down, and taking the opportunity, Yang Ju forced the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kung Fu again, intending to subdue this Qi mechanism and practice it into the second change of the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kungfu...

only……

After an instant, and after a long time, Yang Ju stopped his movements exhausted.

[Second Change of Eighty-Nine Mysterious Art: Divine Image Change! 】

Finished? !

Yang Jue's thought flashed, and the moment he touched the bronze mirror, he froze.

It was successful, but not completely successful.

In the bronze mirror, he is still sitting cross-legged inside, bearing the three great fruits, surrounded by lightning...

However, the idol did not appear under him, but stood behind him like a giant mountain...

"you?!"

Xue Dilong's eyes turned red, and he was extremely frightened and angry.

At this moment, he had no idea what happened in that collision.

But he noticed very keenly that Yang Qiu was injured, but it was only injured...

His aura rose instead of falling, as if in that collision, he got a huge benefit...

"Why are you still alive?!"

With a mouthful of blood spurting out, Xue Dilong only hated himself for not dying in front. Suddenly, he slammed into the floor below him as if ruthless.

He would rather die than fall into the hands of this person!

boom!
The low muffled sound swayed far away.

Xue Dilong's neck bone broke with a 'crack' sound, and only a small half of his head wrapped in flesh turned over behind him, but it did not explode.

Because he slammed with all his strength, and hit Yang Jue's protruding palm.

"you!"

Xue Dilong was extremely venomous and wanted to die crazily, but was held down by the five ghosts.

"You are even more trash than Yang thought. Before you die, you can't get rid of the control of the flesh and blood altar..."

The dust dissipated, Yang Jue's eyes were indifferent, he made a sudden move, and a huge suction burst out between his five fingers.

"Despicable..."

Accompanied by a shrill scream, Xue Dilong's whole body twitched violently.

A blood-colored phantom that seemed to exist was stripped from his body, and was crushed by Yang Jue!
The phantom screamed and struggled, but how could it escape? After a few moments, it was squeezed into a blood-colored ball.

"puff!"

Streams of dirty blood poured out from the broken neck, Xue Dilong shook his whole body, his head turned over and returned to its original position.

Viscous black blood gushed out from his seven orifices.

"Blood Hell is Hell, Blood Hell is Hell..."

Stretching out his hand to straighten his neck, Xue Dilong sat down cross-legged with difficulty, most of his flesh and blood melted away, and a ferocious look of crying and laughing flashed across his face:
"This old man thinks he has a plan, but in fact, he has become a nightmare a hundred years ago without knowing it. It's ridiculous, ridiculous..."

His voice was calm and sad, and his will sometimes rose and sometimes fell, fluctuating violently.

Looking at the Xuanfu swordsman in front of him, Xue Dilong's mind was empty, there was no resentment, only indescribable sadness...

He is dying...

In a trance, the past hundred years flowed through his heart like smoke and dust.

Just like Yang Qiu, he is also a mud-legged person, the only difference is that the former was born in the frontier, while he is only a thousand miles away from the capital of God.

But still poor.

His parents and grandparents were all from peasant backgrounds, and in their entire lives, they have never been able to travel hundreds of miles away, nor have they been to the capital of God even once...

Unwilling to be like his fathers, he died of old age in the farmland, tried his best to please the hunters in the village, only learned a few fists and kicks, and walked out of the village for the first time...

His fate finally changed on that day.

Gloomy caves, altars of flesh and blood...

Here, he learned the art of stargazing that changed his life, and met Yu Changsheng, a noble man who supported him, a great merchant in the capital of God.

He said that one day, he would be able to be an extremely human minister and be the teacher of a country, so he believed it...

With the help of Yu Changsheng, he learned the scriptures, martial arts, and even Taoism that he dreamed of, and joined the Qin Tianjian, becoming the disciple of the Qin Tianjian master of that generation...

He practices literature and martial arts, he practices Taoism, he wants to get rid of that weird altar, and he also wants to 'help the world'!
However, on the day when the memorial he had prepared for many days was thrown on the ground by the chief assistant and walked away, he finally realized that only when he has the power in his hands can he do everything he wants to do...

Finally, he did it.

He is an extremely human minister with great power in his hands. He has achieved everything that he dreamed of when he was a farmer.

The young have something to support, the old have something to rely on, the poor get food, the sick get medicine...

……

The transmission of information is not limited to words and sounds.

At this moment, under the violent fluctuation of Xue Dilong's will, Yang Jue could even feel what he was thinking at this moment.

Poverty in childhood, ambition in childhood, aggressiveness in youth, unscrupulousness in middle age...

"Everything is just passing by..."

Taking a deep look at Yang Yu in front of him, Xue Dilong tugged at the corner of his mouth where the bones were exposed:

"The mountains and seas are right and wrong, they will come sooner or later, there is not much time left for you!

The old man is underground, waiting to see you..."

puff!
Yang Ju raised his hand at the right time, and with a little tap of his fingers, he wiped out the last ray of life.

Who Xue Dilong said they were, Yang Qiu naturally understood clearly.

For more than ten years, he asked almost everything that Beihai Longjun, Jiang Xiazi, Yin Leizhu and others knew.

Comparing what he saw and heard in the fairyland and the world of heaven and sea, he knew very well what would happen to the world of mountains and seas after the sky change.

only……

"You, can't see it."

hum~~~
The purple gold gourd buzzed softly, and there was another lonely soul in his belly, and Xue Dilong seemed to have no will to live. After a few moments, he had disintegrated himself, leaving only a series of purple or black fate...

Huhuhu~
The night wind returned and blew into the empty palace, making a 'woo-woo' sound.

In the huge imperial city, there was not a single living person, not even a solitary soul left after the blood sacrifice day.

The royal family who ruled the world for more than [-] years, only left a little sob in this night wind.

There is no half of the former glory left.

Only the bright moon in the night sky is still there, and the stars are shining brightly...

"My lord, my lord, you're fine, that's great! You actually broke through the blood prison formation and blocked the prison idol, really, really..."

At this time, Jiang Xiazi walked over with a face full of apprehension, not daring to approach from a distance, but his eyes were fixed on the bloody round bead in Yang Jue's hand.

That was a great achievement.

"I asked you about the Blood Prison Ming He Dao before, but you never mentioned this blood prison formation, the prison gods..."

It is human nature to avoid danger, it is human nature, Jiang Xiazi retreated, Yang Jian didn't care, but he glanced at him lightly, but ignored him.

Instead, he looked at the old man who slowly walked out of the shadow of the imperial city.

The old man was very old, his body was bent, his face was wrinkled like tree bark, every step he took, he seemed to cough a few times.

But his speed is extremely fast, with a few ups and downs, he has already crossed several miles, far away, and bowed his hands:

"Yu Changsheng, pay homage to the Northwest King!"

　Hmm... Take a break, guarantee two shifts today, and sprint to the third shift!
　
(End of this chapter)