The first cause of all realms

Chapter 927 Knowing You Are Not Among It?
Ordinary people look at people first by their clothes and then by their appearance.

But when Yang Yu watched people, he first looked at their fate, and secondly, at their breath.

"call!"

Not long after Taoist Qingjiu waited for a group of masters from the Cangjiang Gate to leave, Yang Jue had already walked out of the night, reaching out to touch the illusory aura.

The invisible Qi field is everywhere.

Relying on the rotation of Yuan Magnetic, Yang Jue can easily erase the traces left by him in one place, even if it is grass and trees, he cannot record it.

In the same way, the scene that happened here can also be traced according to the seemingly absent Qi mechanism.

Breaking through the barrier, Yuan Magnetic Rotation is no longer a martial arts method, but has the ability of supernatural powers.

"Cangjiangmen, sake..."

Looking at it intently, Yang Jue recognized the Taoist who followed him.

Qingjiu Taoist is the last generation of true disciples of the Cangjiang Gate. As early as more than [-] years ago, all of them were in the position of Jiuyao.

According to legend, the ceremony was so powerful that it disrupted dozens of cities in Qianyuan.

The child of Jiang Shentong's family died in that turmoil.

Ceremony is the title among all the masters of supernatural powers. For mortals, it is heavenly!
"This Qingjiu Taoist is much stronger than that Zhuyeqing... The Bibotan Dragon King he mentioned is the one who was spying behind the green snake that day and night?"

Yang Jue changed his mind.

The incarnation Wujian jumped up from the shadow, and disappeared into the night like a ghost.

With the rotation of the magnetic field in the body, the great supernatural power of the two worlds, the incarnation is better than the deity, and is better at tracking the hidden way...

With one mind and two minds, while perceiving the perspective of the avatar, Yang Yu turned around and walked towards Qianshan City.

As a man for three generations, he will not look forward and backward when doing things, but once he does it, he must do his best.

It is not his style to leave future troubles.

……

……

From sunset, Qianshan City is as usual.

The thrill of that night has become a topic of conversation after dinner. The streets, alleys, teahouses and restaurants, and even the storyteller are all talking loudly.

"However, on that day, there was a snake demon who disturbed the situation and wanted to overthrow the mountain and slaughter all living beings..."

"At this time of crisis, the true disciples of the Cangjiang Gate, the Immortal Chief Fang Qing and Yan Ming, acted angrily and fought fiercely against the snake monster in the sky. After thousands of rounds, they finally killed the snake outside the city!"

"But I didn't expect that there was still a demon from the Tianli Sect in that city. He hid himself, shot secretly, and actually assassinated two immortal elders!"

……

In the restaurant, the storyteller's voice was up and down, as if he was actually there.

All the people applauded, but there were also many supernatural power masters who looked at it coldly, with contempt in their hearts, but did not refute anything.

On the street, a pair of master and apprentice figured out the truth of that night from the discussions among the crowd.

"In this mountain city, there is actually such a master hidden? Why didn't he kill that evil dragon that day?"

Hearing the discussions in the streets and alleys, Yan Xia, who changed his appearance and dressed up as a wandering Taoist priest, was a little surprised.

Of course he didn't believe the most widely spread rumors in the city at the moment, but it was true that the two true legends of the Cangjiang Gate were killed.

Even, that snake demon...

"Will it be him?"

Jiang Shentong also changed his attire, tattered Taoist robes, full of dust.

He listened quietly to the discussions of many people, and couldn't help thinking of the young man who snatched the 'Blood Pond Dao Fruit' in the heavy rain that day.

"Master, do you recognize him?"

Yan Xia was a little puzzled.

Jiang Shentong didn't speak, he just quickened his pace and headed towards Jicheng District.

In just three or four months, the Jicheng District has undergone tremendous changes. The once prosperous Longzi Temple has long since changed its owner.

At this moment, the Jicheng District is full of people, and the incense in each temple is quite prosperous, and each temple is distributing rice noodles to attract pilgrims.

"Humph!"

Seeing this scene, Yan Xia was very upset:

"Kowtowing every day just for this little bit of rice noodles, it's ridiculous..."

He could remember how these believers scolded and cursed his master and the sword fairy Nanling after the dragon slaying that day.

"To shut up!"

Jiang Shentong slapped the disciple staggeringly:

"If it wasn't for the teacher who accepted you as a disciple back then, how would you know that you are not among them now? Have you completely forgotten your identity before you became a fairy?!"

"The disciple is wrong..."

Seeing that his master seemed really angry, Yan Xia admitted his mistake a little aggrieved:
"But they, curse you..."

"You only see them bowing their heads and worshiping gods, but you don't know that the rice noodles are enough for their family for a few days..."

Jiang Shentong sighed:
"Although our master and apprentice are not doing very well, we have supernatural powers and never lack food, but these common people..."

In the land of Nanling, the climate is mild, rice is ripe all year round, and there is no shortage of rice noodles, but this is only in theory.

There is no contradiction between being rich in products and starving to death.

When he was young, if it wasn't for the relief from these temples, I am afraid that his wife would have died 200 years ago...

"The disciple is wrong."

Yan Xia couldn't see his master sighing the most, he hurriedly admitted his mistake, and changed the subject:
"You said you were invited to go to the Qianyuan Emperor's capital, why did you suddenly change your mind? Isn't this Shanshan City very good..."

"Where is it?"

Jiang Shentong glared at him with a serious expression:

"Shanshan City, I'm afraid it will be destroyed... Cangjiang Gate really doesn't deserve the name of Immortal Gate..."

Jiang Shentong looked blank.

The death of that evil dragon will attract revenge, which he did not expect.

Because, in the final analysis, above the Qianyuan Dynasty is the Cangjiang Gate!
But the Cangjiang Gate has been passed down for thousands of years, and the masters in the gate are unknown, and they even rely on the leader of the immortal sect, the Wanshi Tianzong.

Who would have expected that they would not be able to protect the people under his command, and both of the two true biography died in the city...

How terrifying and frightening it must be to be able to ignore the Cangjiang Gate and mobilize the power of the Jiuyao-level monster to slaughter the city...

"what?!"

Yan Xia was startled, and subconsciously covered the string of bells around his waist:
"Then your visit this time, shouldn't it be..."

"Let's see."

Jiang Shentong sighed inwardly.

jingle bell~
Suddenly, the bell hanging on Yan Xia's waist rang.

"Um?!"

Jiang Shentong was startled and raised his head suddenly.

In front of him was a small, remote, shabby temple with little incense. The temple owner in the courtyard was actually a six or seven-year-old child...

"This bell..."

Yan Xia shook the bell vigorously. This bell is the few remaining magical artifacts of the Hundan Sect.

Its name is 'immortal guides the way'.

At this moment, he also came to his senses, a little annoyed and a little helpless, his master is here to meddle in his own business again.

But why did the immortal point the way to such a small temple? Could it be that the enemy is in this small temple?
"go!"

Jiang Shentong reacted quickly, grabbed Yan Xia and disappeared into the shadow of the corner of the wall, and almost at the same time, a flying sword cut through the void, and with a 'chi' sound, the wall was chopped into pieces.

Before Yuan Ben looked up, he disappeared without a trace.

"call!"

The shadows flowed, and in an instant, Jiang Shentong had changed his position dozens of times, cutting off all traces of his aura.

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a hand rested on his shoulder without haste.

"Who?!"

　My son is also on fire, and it's hard to stretch... Gouzi tries his best to write, but if he can't write, don't scold him...

　
(End of this chapter)