The first cause of all realms

Chapter 895 Bloody Altar, Goodbye Yang Ni!
Click!

Like thunder from the ground.

The moment they touched those icy eyes, both Yin Long and Yin Lang felt chills in their hearts, as if falling into a bottomless icehouse.

The anger and killing intent in his heart were extinguished in an instant to nothing left.

"Xian..."

With a 'plop', the two of them smashed the floor with all four knees, and endless terror emerged in their minds:
"Ten Capital Immortals!"

"In the winter of 3421 Qianyuan, Fang's family was in charge, and there was a decree that three old people in one thousand, two hundred and ten, who would live to be over a hundred years old, be strong and healthy, have hearing and eyesight..."

"In Qianyuan 3432, the head of the Han family, Han Xi passed on a letter, asking for nine hundred and ninety-nine young girls with good looks. None of them can get out of the court, and none of them can break their lives..."

……

"In Qianyuan 3439, that is, this year, the steward of Fang's family issued another order to give birth to a thousand full-term boys born in cloudy years and moons..."

Slowly closing the file, Yang Jue paced slowly, as if talking to himself:

"Immortal dao fruit, although there are many killers, but it seems that I have never heard of such a cruel and cruel..."

His voice was neither high nor low, and seemed to be happy and angry, but the moment Yin Lang and his son heard it, they seemed to smell an extremely strong smell of blood.

In a trance, as if falling into a Shura field where flesh and blood are slaughtered, a terrifying scene like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood rushes forward!

"what!"

Yin Long was terrified, and on the other side, Yin Lang spurted out a mouthful of blood, and recognized Yang Ju:

"Yu, please spare my life, the untouchables have absolutely no intention of becoming an enemy of you, absolutely never..."

Click!

The screams stopped abruptly, and the soles of the shoes stained red by the stench of blood also stained Yin Long's head and face.

"father!"

Yin Long was terrified, he threw himself on the corpse with a sunken chest, and his great indignation seemed to overwhelm his fear:
"My surname is Yu, my father and son have no grievances or enmities with you, why did you do this cruelly! You..."

"No grievances, no enmity."

Yang Jue nodded, kicked up and down, and jumped up, Yin Long, who was about to urge the magic weapon, stepped on his feet. The latter screamed, his chest collapsed, and his breath and internal organs were squeezed out:
"Good one, no grievances, no enmity!"

"you!"

Yin Long struggled to open his mouth, and looked at the blood-stained dossier in front of him, and then he seemed to wake up, resentful, unwilling, and extremely surprised:
"You killed us, actually, only, just for these?"

puff!
There was no response, Yin Long spat out blood, and he was exhausted.

Immediately, the two terrified and desperate souls were also absorbed by the Zijin Gourd amidst the wailing sound.

"Those who don't enter the Ten Thousand Immortals Map are all ants... Is this the original meaning of this sentence?"

Looking at the dossier soaked in blood, Yang Yu felt dull for a while, and he didn't even bother to interrogate, which directly shattered the souls of the father and son.

Swish!
He casually lifted off the big red cloth that was spread in the study, and Yang Jue's eyes froze for a moment.

Under the red cloth is an altar that looks like flesh and blood.

This is obviously a product of extreme evil, but at this moment, there is a pure and restrained sense of holiness instead.

But what made Yang Ju frowned was the large characters under the altar.

That is not the text of the Longquan world, nor is it the Taoist text.

But the text of his previous life!

"The hypocritical bald donkey, the stupid old bastard, the disgusting beast, the crazy devil boy... and,
Disgusting world! "

"Yang Ni!"

Yang Jue narrowed his eyes slightly.

In his heart, the heart demon that was born in the mirage and was transformed by the mantra emerged irresistibly.

That extremely cold and lawless self...

"He has already been to this world?"

Yang Yu was a little taken aback.

The Dao is not born, the way of heaven is chaotic, and the years of the world are in chaos. This is the information he got from Jiang Xiazi, or Wanfa Building.

But he really didn't expect Yang Ni to come to Longquan Realm...

Moreover, this altar...

"Blood Prison Ming He Dao? According to legend, ten thousand years ago, the great demon who once caused cholera in the world and was finally suppressed by Emperor Longquan?"

Yang Yu was startled and suspicious.

Even if the time and space are chaotic, it shouldn't be like this, right?
Or is it the 'Yuan Tu' who gave birth to spiritual wisdom and led him away?
This……

"Master, Master!"

The exclamation from outside interrupted Yang Jue's thinking, he frowned slightly, flicked his fingers, and two rays of dim light had already entered the bodies of Yin Lang and his son.

Only two 'clicks' were heard, and the two who had lost their breath stood up again.

Under the nourishment of enough spiritual qi, the power of the suppressing evil seal is stronger than that in the mountains and seas.

However, Lu Taoist occupies [-]% of the Suppressing Evil Seal, and at this moment, he can only try his best to control it, only the ordinary living dead who practice.

"go."

With a thought, the two living dead men wiped off the blood on their bodies and walked out of the study.

But Yang Ju, after stopping for a moment, stretched out his hand to hold down the bloody altar.

This altar is food.

hum!
The moment he touched the altar, the cauldron of gluttony was filled with blood, turning into a faint blood-colored altar.

【Blood Hell Altar】

[Level: Ten Capitals]

[Quality: Extreme]

[Evaluation: An altar made of pure flesh and blood mixed with fine gold, has the ability to communicate with each other... Suspected, someone left a message in it]

【Obtained by refining: None】

[Possibility of refinement: None]

[Note: The person who left this ingredient seems to have left nothing...]

[Is it refining? 】

[The Cauldron of Gluttony has sufficient energy storage]

"It sure is him!"

Kuixing, who was dressed in red, opened his eyes, Yang Jue stood up from his heart, and he stretched out his hand to hold the blood-colored altar.

If, before this, he still had some doubts, but now he is extremely sure, this must be Yang Ni's legacy.

He is the only one who will leave behind such ingredients.

"Yang Ni!"

Yang Jue changed his mind, and he had already peeped into the Bajiu Xuangong mirror. In the mirror, he also opened his eyes and slowly raised his left hand.

Surrounded by a dim light, the word 'one', which seemed extremely complicated and yet extremely simple, slowly emerged.

hum!
The moment the word "one" of the mantra appeared, a blood mist suddenly rose above the mirror surface, and there seemed to be a sea of ​​blood in it.

In a trance, it seems that a blood lotus can be seen floating in it, and on the blood lotus, there seems to be a Taoist in a red blood suit sitting with his sword in his arms.

Click!

But in just an instant, the scene on the mirror has disappeared.

"Where is he?"

Yang Yu frowned.

He doesn't know what time and space Yang Ni is in, what year and what month, but it seems that an extremely long time has passed...

But the two separated, it seems only two or thirty years, right?

Really, one day in the mountains and seas, one year in other worlds?
I'm afraid it won't stop...

All thoughts are flying, lacking the necessary anchor point, Yang Jue can't calculate Yang Ni's state for a while, but it seems to have been recognized by Yuantu?
Or Yuantu, seizing Yang Ni?
"call!"

After a long time, Yang Jue pressed his thoughts and chose to refine the ingredients.

"Refining!"

hum!
The viscous blood light turned into mist and rushed toward his face. Yang Ju frowned slightly, and instead of choosing to refine it himself, he concentrated on perceiving it.

hum~
It seems like a moment, and it seems like a long time.

The turbulent blood mist calmed down, revealing a terrifying Shura field like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

It seems that the mountains can be submerged, and the seas are dyed red. In the sea of ​​corpses and blood, Yang Ni stands with a sword.

Under his feet, there are countless corpses, and behind him, there is a huge landscape built of thousands of heads. On his blood robe,
There seemed to be countless faces emerging one after another, and there were countless piercing and vicious screams.

"Big devil! You killed my whole family and me, you deserve to die, you deserve to die..."

"Blood fiend, blood fiend! I am the elder of Lianfa Temple, you dare to kill me?!"

"You have committed a crime against the heavens, the Great Emperor will definitely kill you!"

"Great Emperor, come down, suppress and kill this demon!"

……

"You bastards are so noisy!"

In the sea of ​​blood, Yang Ni snapped his fingers.

Endless blood shadows could be seen squeezed out from the blood robe, swallowing the mountain of blood and sea of ​​corpses that spread thousands of miles into his stomach with an extremely terrifying gesture.

God, it was filled with blood.

"Blood God Son kills people without any sense of beauty... After so many years, my favorite is still beheading people with a sword..."

Under the gloomy and terrifying sky, Yang Ni walked slowly, he seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be sure that these words would be seen by someone:

"This time, I originally wanted to be a good person. Unfortunately, it was too difficult! Now I can't imagine why I used to be so tolerant..."

"No, it's you trash, why are you so tolerant!"

Click!

There seemed to be bloody thunder piercing the sky.

Yang Ni's blood-stained palm raised his temples and hair, he raised his head, as if he had crossed the boundless void, and saw something:
"You will see this scene. After all, the cauldron of gluttony has chosen you! Although, I don't understand why it chooses a waste like you, but it doesn't matter...

I will leave ingredients in all the cities in the world... Look for it, look for it, maybe I will leave some, very important things..."

Yang Yu watched coldly.

"For example, the map of the true form of the magic weapon, for example, the map of the true shape of the exercises, for example, the map of ranks, and another example..."

In the blood mist, under the red sky, Yang Ni climbed up step by step, and finally stepped on the landscape with a height of more than nine hundred feet.

"Who, 'kill me'!"

Click!

So far in the picture, under Yang Ju's extreme concentration, he could only faintly hear a chant sound that seemed to exist and not exist, like Taoism, like Buddhist scriptures...

And, that faint, derisive sigh:
"Your time is not much! Hurry up, I don't want to crush you like a bedbug,
That would make me feel that I used to be a waste! "

……

"Yang Ni..."

Yang Jue was neither sad nor happy, he quietly listened to Yang Ni's murmur, and finally, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed a wisp of blood.

hum!
In the next instant, the Eighty-Nine Profound Art Mirror was once again filled with blood, and there was a ray of blood in it. Yang Jue finally saw clearly where Yang Nizhi was at this moment.

In the boundless sea of ​​blood, countless shadows of blood filled the sky, and together with the sea of ​​blood, they enveloped the blood lotus, or Yang Ni.

On top of the sky-high blood color, Yang Jue seemed to hear the singing voice again, and a pair of bright and benevolent eyes like the sun and the moon:

"All things are impermanent, everything is suffering. All dharmas have no self, and extinction is joy..."

　Hmm...Chapter 2 is over, I don't know if I can write Chapter 3, but Gouzi will do his best!

　
(End of this chapter)