The first cause of all realms

Chapter 920 A Heavy Rain! (repair)

In the nameless temple, the incense is still not strong.

The incense in Longzi Temple has been divided up by many temples in the three months after Long Ling passed away.

Three months ago, Long Ling passed away, and countless people cried and saw him off, but it was only three months before and after, so few people mentioned it.

Beliefs come and go, sometimes so fast.

Regarding this, Yang Ju was indifferent, but Yuan Ben stomped his feet anxiously.

This little guy, who followed his grandfather since childhood and was obsessed with temple blessings, has a deep obsession with a temple full of incense.

In his opinion, this should be a great opportunity to expand the incense, but his own temple master is not in a hurry, so what can he do?
I can only reluctantly follow my own temple master, practicing those crop moves that I don't know how to understand.

Yang Qiu was not in a hurry, even if there were only a few people who came to offer incense every day, he didn't care.

Every day, I teach Yuanben martial arts, experiment with some ideas about the unity of immortals and martial arts, and in my spare time, I wander the streets and alleys every day.

But his practice did not fall behind.

The change of the world, the breakthrough of the upper limit, he has improved every day and every moment compared to before. From this feeling, for him, it is really too good.

Let him not be willing to waste a penny.

Every day, he only sleeps for two hours. Other than that, he just breathes out his spiritual qi, transports mana, builds up his body, practices exercises, and refines his natal magic weapon...

Han Jiu came every seven days, and every time he came, he would bring a large amount of profound stones, and so on.

Yuanci Five Elements Mountain is still a low-grade magic weapon, but Yang Yu's Yuanci rotation has advanced to the third level.

So far, his comprehension on the way of Yuanci has been exhausted.

No matter how much he wants to improve, he still has the same supernatural powers as Tongyou, exhaling into a soldier, lifting the sky and shaking the earth, etc., and practice hard.

The practice of supernatural powers is extremely difficult.

Even if he once realized the Tao and penetrated the true meaning of supernatural powers, after three months, his progress could not be compared with the rotation of Yuan Magnetic.

On the contrary, it is mana, which has been promoted by him, 200 years on par with Taoism!

Besides, what he has improved the most is martial arts!

The soul and the flesh are united, and a closer look at the treasure of the gods.

Yang Ju didn't directly seek the divine treasure, but used his whole body mana to beat the fine particles that make up himself.

This process seemed extremely complicated and lengthy, but it was revealed that his physique, which was difficult to be injured by magic weapons, was still diligent.

"What I gained from enlightenment, I have already digested it."

Looking at the burning clouds in the sky, Yang Qian thought leisurely.

He likes this feeling of being calm, improving day by day, and improving all the time.

only……

"The aura of doom seems to be getting deeper and deeper..."

Looking at the blackened Yintang of the pilgrims who came to offer incense, Yang Ju shook his head involuntarily.

Since coming to this world, he has never seen a person who is not black.

Li Ningyang was haunted by many calamities, the supernatural masters in the city, the masters of the ten capitals, and even Fang Qing, the true heir of the Cangjiang Gate who was reprimanded for coming here, were also blackened.

Even he himself was doomed...

Glancing at Yintang's faintly blackened self in the Eighty-Nine Xuangong Mirror, Yang Qiu felt a little numb.

The consequence of everyone carrying the aura of calamity is that even if he is possessed of Tongyou and Bajiu Xuangong, he has no way of distinguishing where the calamity comes from...

"It's time to condense the 'Avatar'..."

Yang Yu took a deep breath.

As early as three months ago, he had accumulated enough mana for a hundred years, and the reason why he waited until now was only to digest the realization that day.

Now, of course, is the time.

Taking the incarnation of Wujie, this is not only an extra life, but also means that he can leave a way out for himself.

So what if the doom is imminent?
……

……

Huhu~
There are three rounds of bright moon in the sky, and the smoke and waves in the [-]-mile blue wave pool are faint, and I don't know how many aquariums swim in it.

Under the bright and dark moonlight, a lone boat floated on the inaccessible Bibo Lake.

On the lone boat, sitting cross-legged is a Taoist in Tsing Yi. He wears a feather crown and has a handsome face, but his eyes are dark red with vertical pupils, making him look gloomy and cold.

Whoa!
As the small boat approached, big waves rose steeply in the Bibo Pool, and two teams of armored aquariums stepped up on the waves, splitting the waves to meet them:

"Mr. Ye, my king has been waiting for a long time..."

Between the turbulent waves, the gloomy bottom of the pool is faintly bright, surrounded by fairy light, overflowing with divine light, spirit mist, and elixir. Among the lingering palaces and gates, I don't know how many.

"It's work!"

The Taoist only raised his eyebrows, letting the waves roll up and go deep into the bottom of the pool.

call!
The undercurrent was surging, and within a few moments before and after, the Taoist had already got off the boat, but he saw the crystal palace at the bottom of the pool shining brightly and beautifully.

There are thousands of aquariums outside, and warblers and swallows inside, which is infinitely beautiful.

"Although it's not my first time here, every time I see Brother Ao's Crystal Palace, I'm still very envious!"

"Hahaha!"

In the Crystal Palace, there was a loud laugh, and a slender young man with a hard face stepped out.

His face was resolute, and his aura was very masculine. His loud laughter disturbed the waves of ten miles. Countless aquariums, no matter whether they had spiritual wisdom or not, knelt down one after another.

This person is exactly the master of the twelve thousand li blue wave pool, Ao Bo.

The two entered the Crystal Palace with their arms together, took their seats, and were served by many young girls, drinking fine wine and delicacies, before long, they spoke.

"If brother Ye likes it, how about giving it to you?"

Aobo smiled.

"Ok?"

Daoist Ye was slightly taken aback, then laughed and said:
"Bibo Lake is 1 miles away, with eleven tributaries under its jurisdiction, and four or five cities with tens of millions of people.
Every year, only the sacrifices are enough to enjoy. How could Brother Ao be willing to part with such a large family property? "

"It's just a pond, what's there to be reluctant about?"

Ao Bo smiled lightly, but didn't say much, and turned to say:

"Brother Ye is here for Wantao River..."

"I knew I couldn't hide it from Brother Ao."

Taoist Ye sighed softly:
"My generation of snakes and insects, even if I live for thousands of years, if I don't have people to worship, it will be difficult to transform into a dragon. I heard that Wan Tao's dragon spirit died, so I came here to beg my brother..."

"Brother Ye's practice is not inferior to Ao, how can a mere Wan Taojiang be worthy of you?"

Ao Bo pressed down the cup and brought up the old story again:
"This Bibotan, how can I give you?"

"Ah? Bibotan..."

Daoist Ye's face froze, already somewhat unhappy:

"Brother Ao, even if he doesn't want to part with Wan Taojiang, don't make a joke!"

"Brother Ye misunderstood!"

Ao Bo shook his head slightly:

"Ao will return to the Endless Sea. Rather than being occupied by those bird monsters, this Bibo Pool is better as a gift to Brother Ye."

"Ok?"

Ye Daoren's eyelids twitched slightly:
"Brother Ao, if you have something to say, you might as well just say it..."

"To be honest, Wantaojiang Longling is a younger brother of Ao's clan. After his death, some elders in the clan were furious..."

Ao Bo sighed:

"As long as Brother Ye can show such anger on behalf of the elders in our clan, then it's okay to give you this Bibo Pond!"

"Then Wantao Dragon Spirit actually has such a history, this..."

Ye Daoren looked moved, a little tempted, and a little worried:

"But I don't know, how can I vent this bad breath for Brother Ao?"

"Although this matter is a bit troublesome, it is not too difficult for Brother Ye..."

Seeing his heartbeat, Ao Bo smiled:
"Brother Ye, it's just a 'rain'..."

Snapped!
With a flick of his fingers, the water waves formed by the gathering of thousands of spiritual qi have gathered in front of the two of them into a water mirror that is as tall as a person.

"Blue mirror!"

Daoist Ye's heart trembled slightly.

This water mirror is very unusual, it is a magic weapon made by Ao Bo with the blue water of the pond, containing the spirits of eleven great rivers.

Through this mirror, one can see the waters of millions of miles, and there are all kinds of inconceivable magical effects...

hum!
There are flowing waves in the water mirror, and under the night, the mountains are like forests, and there are cities located on the banks of big rivers.

"This is the Qianyuan Dynasty?"

Taking a closer look, Taoist Ye's face has changed:
"Cangjiangmen is not an ordinary sect. If it is destroyed to rule the country, I am afraid that they will hunt down Yemou to death..."

"Thousands of years, except for the remnants of the Blood Hell and Hell, who would dare to lightly destroy a country?"

Ao Bo pointed to the faintly visible cities in the water mirror:

"The eleven or twelve seats are enough..."

"If so..."

Daoren Ye could not help but heave a sigh of relief.

Fearing that Ao Bo would change his mind, he stood up abruptly, opened his mouth wide, turned into a huge blue snake head like a house, and poked into the water mirror.

He opened his mouth and spit out billowing black smoke:
"Then Yemou is making a fool of himself. Let's see, brother Ao, how well Yemou's 'Poison Rain' is used, it still catches the eye!"

　Well... good night, good night.

　
(End of this chapter)