The first cause of all realms

Chapter 948 Two-edged sword kills ghosts!

hum!
The moment he touched the three-pointed and double-edged knife, Yang Jue felt his heart was bright, and the brilliant divine light instantly filled all his senses, causing him to lose his sense of the outside world for a short time.

Only that lonely and cold divine front, like an anchor, was frozen in his telepathy.

call!
It seems like a moment, and it seems like a long time.

When the divine light faded and Yang Jue regained his senses, the noise from the outside world came like a tide.

"This is?"

Yang Ju was slightly taken aback.

This is the downtown area of ​​a small city, all kinds of buildings are like ancient times, the streets are spacious, the flow of people is like weaving, it is very lively.

And in his eyes, there seemed to be a knife light emerging, which turned into words:

[Refining progress: (0/21)]

There is no repetition, only such a progress.

"What does the 21 refer to?"

Yang Ju's heart moved slightly, although he was quite eager for the three-pointed two-edged sword, he still calmed down.

Follow the flow of people into the street.

This small city has a very distinct aura of the Nine Tribulations. Although there is no information, he can guess that this must be before ancient times.

But it doesn't seem to be the Sky Sea Realm...

"According to the legend, the Judicial God of War is a hybrid of human and human beings. He was born with the body of a demigod and the power of nine bulls and two tigers. Before he entered the practice, he could already fight the blue dragon..."

Yang Qiu guessed.

The legend of this judicial God of War has faint similarities with the legend of a certain mythical existence known in his previous life.

But this cannot be used as proof.

Because, since ancient times, most of the ranks have been handed down for countless generations.

For example, he is the top star, but since ancient times, there have been many people who have been promoted to top star.

Thinking in his heart, Yang Ju didn't stop on his feet, walking slowly and observing.

What people in this small city speak is neither Daoist nor divine. Even though Yang Jue is proficient in all languages, he can't tell what language it is.

But he didn't care too much.

With his current practice, apart from Daoist script and divine scriptures, he doesn't need to be proficient in ordinary language, but he can also know the general meaning.

Not long after, Yang Qiu stopped in front of a small tea shop, and after a slight stop, he walked into the tea shop.

"How long has it been, and there are still people here? Could it be that he is not dead yet? No, if he is not dead, it will never take so long for new people to come..."

Before Yang Qiu sat down, a voice came from the corner, he raised his eyes and saw a very tall young man in a yellow robe.

He came without invitation with a teapot in his hand, and sat directly opposite Yang Yu:
"With your cultivation level, you don't deserve to be cut off by him... Tell me, what kind of heavenly rules and regulations have you violated?"

This person is extremely tall, but his complexion is whiter than snow, crystal clear, as if there is no blood, and his eyes are not black and white, pure ruby ​​crystal.

Nine points of appearance, but not the slightest popularity.

"Newbie?"

Yang Ju poured a cup of tea on his own, and was quite interested in what this man said:
"The rookies you're talking about are the ones who were killed by the three-pointed two-edged knife?"

According to legend, magic soldiers have spirits.

The magic soldiers before ancient times possessed all kinds of unfathomable powers, such as this three-pointed double-edged knife, and it is a peerless magic front with rubbings of all kinds of great supernatural powers.

According to the legend, anyone who is beheaded by this knife, regardless of gods and demons, immortals, Buddhas and monsters, cannot re-enter reincarnation, and will be tempered by the gods from generation to generation.

This, is it true?
Looking at the person in front of him, Yang Jue was not without surprise, this man in yellow robe clearly retained his spiritual wisdom!
This is too scary!

You know, the three-pointed double-edged sword was at least a magical weapon 4000 million years ago.

And what he got was nothing more than a wisp of light from the wisp of saber intent left by the divine sharp edge in the Yintian Palace countless years ago...

"You, aren't you the rookie who was trampled to death? Then you are..."

I don't know what he thought of, but the yellow-robed man suddenly became extremely excited. He stood up, paced back and forth, and couldn't help but let out a high-pitched and ferocious cry:

"He is really dead! He is really dead! The three-pointed two-edged sword has been reduced to the point of beheading such a small character, hahaha, hahaha!"

"Heaven has eyes... Bah! Retribution, retribution!"

……

The man in yellow yelled crazily, and the sound waves dispersed, the whole tea shop, the whole street, and even the whole small city seemed to freeze.

Then, all the pedestrians and drinkers inside, no matter what they were, all looked at the tea shop.

To be precise, all eyes were focused on Yang Yu's body!

[Fu Duan Xing Taoist Zhu, who raised living beings in captivity for food, swallowed more than 80 living beings in [-] years, and was killed by a three-pointed and two-edged knife! 】

Yang Jue drank tea slowly, in front of his eyes, there seemed to be various words flowing, which came from the cauldron of gluttony.

It appeared because of his deepening of the refining progress of this ingredient.

"He, is he dead?"

After a long time, the laughter finally stopped. The man in the yellow robe had been crying for a long time, and he looked at Yang Ju with a ferocious look:

"Damn, is it painful?!"

"End of life."

Yang Yu replied calmly.

"fart!"

Daoren Zhu was furious, and the extremely violent breath instantly shattered the teahouse:

"Boy, tell me quickly how he died, otherwise..."

"Fuduanxing Taoist Zhu?"

Yang Jue slowly put down his wine glass. At this moment, he already knew how to refine this ingredient.

"You actually..."

Xu Shi was called out, so Taoist Zhu was startled subconsciously. Immediately, there was only a roar, and his eyes were dark.

Boom!

……

Before encountering the three-pointed and double-edged knife, Yang Yu always thought that the complexity of the recipe is far better than the ingredients, and the ingredients can be refined almost step by step.

However, the three-pointed two-edged knife completely changed his mind.

This ingredient with a grade of eight poles is the most difficult to refine ingredients he has seen so far, not one of them!

The refining of this ingredient is simple and brutal, all it takes is killing!

As long as the 21 dead souls who died under the three-pointed and two-edged knife are smashed one by one, this ingredient can be completely refined, and the true shape of the magic weapon can be obtained, and even the great supernatural power.

But the difficulty is equally huge.

Because, there are no ordinary people who are qualified to die under the three-pointed and two-edged knife!

Even if the wisp of saber energy is only the opponent that the Judicial God of War, Baji, had killed before his achievement,
But all of them are extremely vicious!

Even with Yang Ju's current practice and all kinds of supernatural powers, he still stopped in front of No. 18.

tick~
A drop of blood with a faint golden light dripped on the foot. Yang Jue made a move with his left hand, picked up the severed right arm, touched the wound, and it grew back.

With his current practice, he still can't make any drop of blood grow into himself, but it's easy to do it again with a broken arm.

only……

Slightly closing his eyes, Yang Jue could even feel that the saber energy at the wound was melting his blood in an extremely ferocious gesture.

"No wonder being selected by this knife is indeed somewhat unique..."

On the hill hundreds of feet away, a big man with a wild expression stood holding a knife, and he smiled indifferently:
"Unfortunately, your physical body still can't handle this blood-transforming magic knife of a certain family!"

"Blood Transforming Sword, Seven Lone Stars!"

Yang Ju moved his arms, his face expressionless.

The level of this ingredient is as high as Baji, but this does not mean that the many dead souls in it are as high as Baji.

From Taoist Zhu to these seven generals, they are all in the Jiuyao series.

However, compared to the previous 17 people, the person in front of him is already at the pinnacle of nine glory, with extremely powerful supernatural powers, and has an extremely sharp sword.

The threat to him was even greater than that of the water dragon general, because even his current physique could not resist the beheading by this knife.

"Boy, get out! Since you brought this good news for Grandpa, I won't kill you this time, but if there is a next time..."

The wild middle-aged sneered and raised the blood-transforming sword:

"Don't say that you have some physical supernatural powers, so what if you are the body of a god? Grandpa's knife, except for him, has never failed!"

"It is indeed a bit of a disadvantage to fight against the divine weapon with the flesh..."

Yang Yu nodded.

With the sharpness of the Blood Transforming Sword, his current physique is naturally unable to resist it.

but……

"But you're not the only one with weapons..."

Yang Ju stretched out his hand again, and he grabbed a big bow that was as tall as a man.

"Come!"

……

"call!"

Relying on the rotation of the Yuan magnetism and the speed of the change of the sky thunder, he shot and killed the seven generals with the Qianlong Shenbow, and Yang Jue was already exhausted.

"It's no wonder that the saber spirit just left behind a wisp of saber energy. If the saber spirit is really imprinted, I'm afraid that with my current practice, there is no way to refine it..."

Yang Yu took a deep breath.

Although he is a human immortal, he has not been promoted for a long time, and all his supernatural powers are still at the third or fourth level.

If it wasn't for the fact that no one else except the seven generals could have the treasure gods in their hands, I'm afraid he might not be able to make it to this point under the wheel of battle.

But even so, during this period, he even used the Yuanci Five Elements Mountain, the Golden Dragon Scissors, and the human race bag.

Lost the work of warming for many days.

But even so, he was exhausted, with energy like mountains and seas, he went to eight or nine floors...

But he didn't have time to rest, the scene in front of him changed again, the mountains and rivers disappeared, and another small town, with him as the center, appeared in front of him from scratch.

This time, it was more straightforward than before, because Yang Jue glanced at him, and No. 19 was right in front of him.

It was a rather old Taoist, when he turned his back to him, he seemed to be normal, but when he turned around, Yang Jue's heart skipped a beat.

This Taoist has no eyes in his eye sockets, but he has hands sticking out, and there are a pair of eyeballs on those blue-black ghost hands.

It looks quite weird and cold.

And the one who moved Yang Jue was this person, who was no longer the number of Jiuyao...

"Eight poles..."

"Pindao has seen all the things that happened before, and your methods are quite a bit of his demeanor back then. Unfortunately, it's too late to hit me..."

The Taoist was sitting in front of a fortune-telling booth, his ghostly hands were flying up and down, and his ghostly eyes were staring at Yang Yu, looking very interested:

"It's just, if you tell Pindao about the outside world, and Pindao lets you go, how about it?"

"It's a good deal."

Being among the ingredients, Yang Jue certainly had no fear or apprehension. After being a little surprised, he sat in front of the booth.

"The three-pointed and two-edged sword, beheading people also beheads me. Anyone who is defeated by the sword will be taken away by God's will. I don't know how many years ago, Pindao took the initiative to ask for a fight, but he was defeated by His hands..."

The fortune teller grinned:
"It stands to reason that a three-pointed, two-edged knife is not capable of retaining a wisp of spirit and wisdom in a poor Taoist. Tell me, what happened outside?"

"Oh?"

Yang Jue was exhausted and happy to rest, so he told this Taoist some things about the end of the catastrophe before ancient times.

In his heart, he perceives the cauldron of gluttony:

[Taoist Yang with open hands and eyes, a disciple of morality, the lord of the eight extremes, invited to fight and lost, and his divine will is intimidated by the sword...]

"Little friend is really on guard..."

Daoren Yang seemed to know Yang Ju's thoughts and actions, but he didn't care too much. He smiled slightly and let him watch.

I kept asking about some things about the end of the robbery, sometimes amazed, sometimes sighed, sometimes shook my head and sighed.

"In this way, the end of the calamity came early, and all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, together with Mr. Li, have all sat down?"

Daoren Yang sighed endlessly:
"Then it seems that the body of Pindao can't escape that catastrophe, either, it's okay to die, it's clean to die..."

One was happy to rest, and the other was curious. The two talked for a while. During this period, Yang Qiu naturally asked many questions.

He is also curious about the end of the ancient robbery, especially after personally experiencing the Dao ghosts such as "Xuan Lei Lord" and "Northern Sea Dragon Lord", he is very wary of many gods and demons before ancient times.

"It's not a secret to transform the gods into the Dao in order to live out the second life from the master of the next generation after the coming of the future."

Yang Daoren's 'hands and eyes reach the sky', so he naturally knows a lot.

After getting what he wanted, he was naturally willing to answer some questions from Yang Yu:
"However, not everyone dares to practice this method. Comparing the Dao, the Dao, the gods are small compared to the Dao. Even if there is some spiritual wisdom left, it may not be them..."

"It is said that it is something that only great supernatural beings can do. How can the Dragon King of the North Sea do what you are talking about, the Lord of Thunder? No, no..."

Yang Ju had recovered at this moment, full of vigor, but his heart moved slightly, and he was still listening.

"If, even these little hairy gods can do it, and if they really live out a second life, then they..."

I don't know what I thought of, Yang Daoren's eyes in the palm became pitch black, but only for a moment, his ghost hands and ghost eyes all retracted from the eye sockets, as if he had been greatly stimulated:

"me……"

"you……"

Yang Qiu seemed to realize something, and backed away abruptly.

Boom!

In the next moment, Taoist Yang, whose hands and eyes are open to the sky, suddenly exploded under his gaze!
Immediately, this illusion suddenly shattered after a violent tremor.

Refining, actually stopped? !
hum!
Inside the Cauldron of Gluttony, Yang Jue suddenly opened his eyes.

But he saw a wisp of black smoke billowing out from the Bajiu Xuangong mirror, and went straight to his eyebrows in the mirror.

But his mind was still stuck on the muttering that Taoist Yang said before his collapse.

他 说:

"I'm alive……"

　Good night……

　
(End of this chapter)