The first cause of all realms

Chapter 945 The secret of all calamities, Yang Yu climbs the mountain!
"call!"

"Suck!"

In the long river of martial arts with flowing water, Yang Juan sat cross-legged to adjust his breath, and the sound of flowing water rang in his heart at the same time.

The essence of martial arts accumulated by the mountains and seas for more than three thousand years was surging in his heart. The useful and the useless were intertwined together, churning up waves in the sea of ​​mind like a huge wave.

In this vast sea of ​​information, Yang Ju saw the entire process of a martial art from its embryonic form to its great success since ancient times to the present.

Bodhidharma facing the wall... sloppy retreat... Zhang Yuanzhu sweeping across the field... Henry Zhang taught himself without a teacher...

Watching how all kinds of warriors in ancient and modern times turned a flash of light in their minds into martial arts, watching how martial arts went from being simple at the end of the Qin Dynasty to being perfected in later generations.

Inferior, middle, superior, unique magic skills...

In it, he saw Lu Chen.

"His talent..."

Seeing the process of Lu Chen creating meritorious deeds, Yang Jue couldn't help but feel rippling in his heart.

Lu Chen's talent was beyond his expectation.

How bad is it?
Almost as he was back then.

Many years ago, he learned the Yi Qi Jue which is the easiest to learn from Wei He, but he was still unable to learn it.

It can be said that if the cauldron of gluttony hadn't been activated, it would have taken him more than ten years, or even decades, if he wanted to practice that Qi Jue to the basic level, just like the many apprentices Wei He had taught him.

Lu Chen's talent seems to be worse than his...

He was born before the unification of the world, and he participated in the battles of various countries, but he became a martial saint, but it was at the end of the Qin Dynasty...

Compared with the Ba Zun of the same era, the gap is as big as clouds and mud.

At that time, Lu Chen already had the embryonic form of "Martial Dao Changhe" in his hand, and with many warriors to compare with, he was promoted to Martial Saint only earlier than Ba ​​Zun...

"Three days!"

In the little ripples, Yang Jue could still see that although Lu Chen was promoted to Martial Saint at that time, he was already dead and his lifespan was nearing the end of his life.

It was not until then that he created the prototype of the 'Great Sun Tathagata Palm'...

"Lu Chen's biography is indeed quite false, unofficial history is unofficial history..."

In a flash of thought, Yang Jue saw for the first time the palm of the Great Sun Tathagata, which Lu Chen absorbed the essence of martial arts for 3000 years.

In the more than three thousand years since the end of Qin Dynasty, Lu Chen has coached countless people and passed on countless lost martial arts.

Only his set of Great Sun Tathagata Divine Palms has hardly been spread.

In order to defeat Qin, he passed it on once, and later, it was passed on to Monk Yinyue of Dachan Temple...

"This palm technique is really good..."

Yang Ju restrained his mind and fell into silence.

"call!"

"Suck!"

As he swallowed, the light of will on his body gradually dimmed, but his figure became more and more solid.

He has completed five of the six levels of will cultivation. At this time, his body of will already has tendons, skin, bones, viscera, and marrow, and it is no different from a physical body.

It can be said that only the level of 'brain' is missing, and all six levels of foundation building can be achieved.

And this step is not very difficult for him, but the hidden danger in it was mentioned by Henry Zhang back then, and he could faintly detect it.

There are no two masters in the country, and no two minds in people.

He cut out the heart demon by chance, but he didn't want to have more Yang Ni, at least, he didn't want to finish this step before he understood the words of "one".

Fortunately, this does not affect his promotion to Immortal.

"call!"

It seemed like a moment, and after a long time, Warden Yang stood up, and the more intense light of will lit up, and then dispersed.

It's like fireworks blooming, and it's like a meteor shower piercing the night sky, and all of them fall into the long river.

That is the essence of all kinds of martial arts that he obtained from within the long river. He realized it from the long river and returned it to the long river himself.

"A long river of martial arts..."

Standing in the middle of the river, Yang Ju looked far into the distance, and through the shadow of the bodhi tree covering the sky and the sun, he vaguely saw the origin of the long river.

Huhuhu~
As Yang Jue strode forward, the huge bodhi tree shadow frantically swayed, blocking his progress and preventing him from fully controlling the long river of martial arts.

This bodhi tree gathered Lu Chen's painstaking efforts, and it seemed to be vaguely related to the origin of the long river of martial arts, so that even at this moment, Yang Yu couldn't pull out the big tree rooted in the depths of the long river.

But where he wants to go, naturally, the shadow of a linden tree can't stop him.

Soon, he had crossed to the upper reaches of the long river of martial arts, but even here, he could not see the origin of this long river.

A thin layer of mist shrouded the front, making it impossible to pry.

But standing here, you can see the entire long river of martial arts at a glance, even...

"If you stand here, you can learn all the martial arts downstream without a teacher... Martial Ancestor, there is some truth to it..."

Yang prison said to himself.

The long river in front of me is still growing, far from the limit, but it seems that the speed is extremely slow because of the lack of martial arts in the Longquan world.

With his knowledge, he naturally knows the potential of this long river. If one day in the future, martial arts flourishes in all the heavens, then what kind of terrifying merits can he obtain from standing at the beginning of the long river?

Is this a gathering of people to practice?

After stopping for a long time, Yang Qiu finally looked at the mist.

"This mist..."

Yang Yu was quite curious about how Lu Chen created this long river. When he got here, he didn't have much fear. The water wave reversed with his fingers and rushed into the mist.

After realizing that there was nothing unusual, he stepped forward and stepped into the hazy mist.

hum~
Taking a step forward, it seems to have passed through some invisible barrier, and seems to have fallen into another void space.

At this moment, Yang Ju almost lost his perception of the outside world, and a darkness as deep as ink enveloped him.

And the reason for saying almost.

It is because he can still hear the sound of the long river flowing, and the sound of conversation that seems to be absent in the sound of the waves.

"The judiciary has fallen, and with him are the 28 constellations, the four heavenly kings, the 12th yuan, the universal astrology, and the gods of the Milky Way..."

"The stars are dying!"

This voice is very ancient and old, even though Yang Jue is proficient in all kinds of Taoist texts, he can't understand many of them, and the interval between each sentence seems to be extremely long.

"My Buddha... the karmic fire on the White Bone Bodhisattva has been extinguished, and the skeleton has collapsed, but still... climbed onto the golden lotus of the Great Freedom King Buddha!"

"This is his last obsession, let him go... Alas, the six realms have also collapsed... After the Heavenly Dao is shattered, Jiemo is no longer unstoppable..."

"Can't hide, can't hide...Even if you escape the robbery, the five declines of heaven and man after the death of spirit energy, it should come endlessly..."

"My Buddha?!"

"Maybe it's futile, maybe it's inevitable after all, but..."

Accompanied by a sound of panic that floated from an unknown time ago, a gleam of light appeared in front of Yang Yu's eyes.

In a trance, his eyes seemed to have crossed time and space, looking at the endlessly distant end of ancient times.

He saw a nagar tree that covered the sky and covered the sun and seemed to fill the world. He stretched out its branches and leaves, and recited a magnificent Buddhist voice:
"Little monk Nagarjuna, I would like to use the suffering of my body to turn into a lamp. If there is a spirit in the way of heaven, please come to me and point the way forward for all spirits in the world..."

hum!
Immeasurable light burst out, and Yang Jue felt his eyes turn white and turn black, and he almost fell out of the long river of martial arts.

After a long time, Yang Yu tried his best to recover, but the consumption of willpower was ten times greater than crossing the entire long river.

And at this moment, he finally saw, under the mist, the origin of the long river of martial arts.

That is, a lamp!

hum!
The moment he glimpsed that wooden lamp, Yang Jue was exhausted to the extreme, and had no choice but to withdraw from the long river of martial arts.

"call!"

The long breath was like a gust of wind, blowing all the grass and trees on the hill, and the busy blood villains were also blown to this side.

【Wood-burning magic lamp (residual)】

[Rank:? ? ? 】

【quality:? ? ? 】

[Before ancient times, Nagarjuna King Buddha burned and turned into one of the thousands of lights, holding this can guide the way forward...]

[Number of times: (1/2)]

……

Yang Ju calmed down, what he saw in his eyes was like a waterfall flowing down.

"Narjuna King Buddha, light a lamp with his body..."

With his thoughts wandering, Yang Jue even saw the traces of Lu Chen using this lamp:

[Following is determined innately, it is difficult to change the day after tomorrow, it may be easy, but it is difficult to change... The Dao will not be born, and before the ten kalpas, the way will be cleared before the kalpa, or it will be changed...]

"What Lu Chen is looking for is the innate heel?"

Yang Yu felt a little stunned.

Lu Chen said that he created the Martial Dao Changhe by himself, and it is true. Although the wood-burning magic lamp pointed out the way forward, the specifics were still figured out by Lu Chen.

And this is probably the reason why when one is promoted to Martial Saint or Human Immortal, one's innate heels will be promoted accordingly...

only……

"There may not be only one way to change the innate heel, at least, there is another one in the cauldron of gluttony..."

Yang prison pondered.

The second characteristic of the Gluttony Cauldron is to establish a foundation, and there is a way to change the innate heel...

Whoosh!

As the breeze blew across the hills, Yang Jue stretched his legs and lay down on the grass, looking at the blue sky, letting his mind drift to restore his exhausted willpower.

"At the end of the ancient calamity, the gods are vying to escape, there are many ways to avoid the calamity, and the way to survive..."

Over the years, some understanding of ancient times emerged in Yang Ju's mind.

When the end of the ancient calamity came, some people fought against the catastrophe, some hibernated themselves, and some scattered their minds in the Tao fruit, hoping to become a ghost in the next life...

"I don't know, is there anyone alive today?"

Yang prison thought.

This lying down, Yang Jue lay down for three full days before he recovered, after being washed by the long river, his will greatly improved.

Afterwards, the light of will was stimulated by the eyes of the sky again, and the grass and vines rose up like a dragon, and fell down after a while...

"You actually know that you can reach the sky?! Well, you have heavenly eyes! That's right, according to legend, that God of War has heavenly eyes!"

A sharp and hoarse voice came from the side. Hong Fa'er, who had been drowsy for many days, had already woken up, her shocked eyes turned red, but she gritted her teeth and sneered:

"It's a pity, even if you reach the top of the Ten Capital Gold List, how can you compare with that God of War? If you want to climb the mountain, it's impossible!"

Yang Jue glanced at him lightly:
"The fire is almost out."

Hong Fa'er's voice was irritable, just like his temper, but the real fire of Samadhi on his body was only a pitiful little flame left.

As if the wind blows, it will be extinguished.

"Nanling, I want to burn you to death, I must kill you!"

Hong Fa'er gritted her teeth.

He had never suffered such a big loss since he was born, and at this moment his heart was extremely angry, but before he could curse, his jaw and throat had already been removed.

His eyes were wide open, and he couldn't scream anymore.

"Catch the grass, catch the grass..."

Yang Ju sat down cross-legged again, his sky eyes flooded, poured the grass and vines into the grass and vines, and then put the grass and vines into the human seed bag.

Immediately, it is to meditate and adjust the breath.

Repeated this several times, Hong Fa'er, who was unable to move, had already seen his intentions, and his eyes became even redder.

One day, two days...

The boring and tedious picking of weeds and vines lasted for more than three months before he stopped.

At this moment, the sky was just dawning, with heavy snow floating in the sky, and it was extremely cold, but the hill where he was located was still green, and the weeds seemed to be inexhaustible.

call!
Yang Ju got up and stretched his muscles and bones, looking at the two looming sacred mountains:
"Probably, almost?"

With a thought in his mind, blood villains swarmed all over the mountains and plains, densely packed in a large area.

During the three months of supplementing his qi and blood, he let out another wave of blood, but Hong Fa'er's Samadhi True Fire was still a small flame, which made him quite regretful.

Withdrawing all kinds of qi and blood, Yang Jue's spirit suddenly improved, and his energy was as vigorous as the sea.

"Try?"

After all, these two mountains are transformed by the mantra, the exact height cannot be measured with the naked eye, and Yang Jue can only rely on his feeling.

And he also believed in his intuition, which was the induction of a martial artist.

hum!
In the flash of light, the long grass and vines soared into the sky like a green dragon. Suddenly, they had crossed a height of ten thousand feet. Compared with before March, they were obviously much stronger.

"go with!"

Yang Ju flicked his fingers.

A drop of 'Kaleidoscopic Blood' glowing with golden light has already shot up to the sky along the grass and vines under the watchful eyes of Hong Fa'er, who is bursting out of the corner of his eye.

Mantras are like supernatural powers, and they all have incredible power. If you are not careful, there will never be a shortage of immortals and Buddhas planted under the mantras in ancient times.

For the first attempt, Yang Jue was naturally cautious.

hum!
The grass and vines broke through the sea of ​​clouds like a dragon, and Yang Ju's mind followed that attached to the villain transformed by the drop of ever-changing blood.

Follow the grass and vines and go straight to the sky.

Ten thousand feet high, the cold wind pierces the bones, and the pressure increases sharply. After ten thousand feet, the surrounding winds are enough to split black iron and fine steel.

Wanzhang, Wanzhang again!

It was only at this moment that Yang Ju could truly perceive the hugeness of these two mountains, because, even at this moment, the two gods who were faintly visible before were as far away from him as before!

Kacha~
Another long time passed, and with the sound of bones rubbing against each other, Yang Jue turned into a three-foot villain with the help of this drop of ever-changing blood.

He pulled the grass and vines, looked far into the distance, and his eyes wandered between the two sacred mountains until a certain moment.

Snapped!
As if an invisible film had been pierced, Yang Prison's eyes were darkened, and a huge face blocked his vision.

Rumbling thunder, resounding through the sky:
"sky……"

The accident happened very quickly, but Yang Jue didn't panic at all. The moment he recognized the sound of thunder, he also exhaled and said:
"The world is vast, how can it be measured?"

call!
The thunder stopped abruptly, and there was a trace of surprise on the huge face:
"You, a bastard who has a personal relationship with gods, dare to interrupt the questioning of this god?!"

　um... good night everyone

　
(End of this chapter)