The first cause of all realms

Chapter 950 Wishing to Save the Mountain, Where is the God of Wealth?
Call ~
Scattered moonlight shone on the knife surface, and it shone like water. Under Yang Yu's watchful eyes, 'Woooo' whispered.

The warming of the double-edged sword has been almost uninterrupted for so many years.

In martial arts, there is also the method of raising swords, but compared with the methods of raising swords in Longquan world, and even before ancient times, it is quite insufficient.

However, martial arts are warm and nurturing, focusing on the spirit, and the highest pursuit is the unity of man and knife, and he has been able to achieve this many years ago.

"Are you really going to follow the path of the Dharma Protector?"

Watching Yang Ju lose his mind while holding the knife, the Three-legged Golden Chan thought of something, and his eyes became a little sad:

"This road is not easy to walk..."

"How to say?"

Yang Yu came back to his senses.

"There are different ways to improve the practice of all kinds of supernatural powers. The practice of killing supernatural powers is only in the process of killing. The further you go, the more difficult it is..."

The little toad was very moved and sighed:
"Who can win forever?"

It was dazed in a daze, thinking of its master, feeling a little irritable for no reason.

"The difficult thing is not only killing and cutting supernatural powers, any road will not be smooth sailing, without disasters and calamities..."

Yang Ju wiped the blade lightly with a calm expression.

It is no secret to him at this time that his cultivation of supernatural powers is advanced.

Killing supernatural powers must be practiced while killing, and escaping supernatural powers must naturally be refined while escaping. By analogy, those who can see the fate of heaven and those who count people's hearts are no exceptions.

Just like Tongyou, its path of diligence lies in spying on fate, changing fate, and rebelling against fate...

"It's better than killing the way..."

Little Toad muttered.

"Not necessarily."

Yang Ju ignored it, but calmly wiped the double-edged knife, breathed and breathed, and felt the rhythm of the blade.

Raising a knife has always been a long process.

Even if this process cannot increase the sharpness and level of the double-edged sword, for him, this process is extremely necessary.

This is the foundation of sword practice.

The unity of law and martial arts is still the core of martial arts, and the auxiliary of law. Yang prison is like a mirror in his heart.

"woooo~"

The double-edged knife trembled and hummed slightly, as if a little unwilling, and also a little sad.

Even with the blessing of the fruit of killing the wolf, it still did not keep up with Yang Yu's footsteps. After arriving in Longquan, it has rarely been used.

"Don't worry, don't worry..."

Gently wiped the long knife and put it back into the scabbard, Yang Jian just got up.

From the height of the ninth floor, he can clearly see his own nameless small temple.

Inside the view, there are shadows flickering, and under the moonlight, with the original version of the "Four Wastes of Fate", he is seriously practicing his fists and kicks.

"Fate of the Four Wastes..."

Yang Yu watched quietly.

Yuanben was the most useless master of supernatural powers he had ever seen from Shanhai to Longquan, but even so, he was still a master of supernatural powers.

Forcibly changing his life, he can naturally do it now, but this may not be a good thing.

"With the exercise secrets and some elixir left by me, if he is diligent enough, within ten years, he may be able to achieve great success."

The loss of life does not mean that Yuanben's heels are not bad, in fact, his heels are not bad, at least, his heels in martial arts are not bad.

"Perhaps, I should keep the 'Incarnation of Infernal Affairs' here. The deal with Han Xuantong is nothing, but martial arts..."

Yang prison thought in his heart.

A ray of faint light has floated up from his shadow, turning into a more stern incarnation of Wujian who is the same as him.

Instructing Yuanben to practice martial arts was originally an attempt at his leisure, and he had no intention of spreading martial arts. After all, if he did so, his identity would be exposed.

But at this moment, with the incarnation of Wujian, and his understanding of this world is getting deeper, he feels that this step can be enlarged.

Of course, what is more critical is the 'long river of martial arts'.

Because the bodhi tree shadow took root in the long river, he couldn't completely grasp the long river like Lu Chen.

But how can I not know the power of this long river?

"Create a sect..."

While thinking about it, Yang Ju turned around, grabbed the dancing little toad, and disappeared into the night.

As for Wu Jian's incarnation, he trembled slightly, lost his indifference, turned into the appearance of 'Yu Yang', and walked towards the nameless Xiaoguan.

There is no gap between the two worlds, the mixture of reality and reality, walking here, his body is like an illusion, even if he walked into it grandiosely, the Taoist of Cangjiang Gate who guarded outside did not notice it at all.

Naturally, his sight cannot see through the other dimensions beyond the void, and naturally, he cannot see the incarnation of Wujian.

In the same way, Yuan Ben and Han Jiu who lived in the temple could not be seen either.

"Whoo~"

In the main hall, the lights flickered for a moment, and the incarnation of Wujian stopped in front of the statue. After a while, he suddenly reached out and grabbed a strand of incense.

"The believers Zhang San prayed piously...just asking for a golden gun not to fall..."

……

……

"hold head high!"

The dragon's chant mixed with pain and anger pushed numerous water waves, spreading for an unknown number of miles, setting off a huge wave.

Inside the Bibotan Dragon Palace, a piece of blood was scattered, and under the spread of the smell of dragon blood, many fish and shrimps were frantically chasing and fighting.

"call!"

"Suck!"

Ao Bo stood at the entrance of the main hall, looking at the dragon general who breathed out on the throne, feeling a little worried and apprehensive.

"Why, are you reluctant to part with this incense?"

After a long time, the Shuilong will let out a mouthful of turbid air, and look at Ao Bo with cold eyes:

"Don't worry, if you return to the Dragon Palace, you will be rewarded with ten times the incense!"

"The dragon general misunderstood, Ao Bo is such a stingy dragon, but, although this incense is good, it is not ominous..."

Ao Bo hurriedly lowered his head:
"Inside these incense sticks are the prayers of hundreds of millions of souls..."

The air of incense is widely circulated in the Longquan world, and it can be used whether it is to guide Taoism, assist in cultivation, refine medicine, or heal injuries.

But the real sacred places of great sects, except for Buddhism, are rarely willing to use incense in places other than receiving the fruit of the Dao.

Without him, incense is poisonous.

This poison is the prayer of believers.

The prayers of believers are the source of incense, but also the source of 'poison'.

Within a ray of incense, there are likely to be hundreds of prayers from thousands of believers for the enshrined gods and Buddhas.

Using it, it is like gathering the luck of the crowd, accomplishing one's own affairs, and it is naturally invincible.

If it is available, it must be returned...

Believers pray to gods and Buddhas, and they have to fulfill their vows when they get protection, and gods use incense, and they also have to fulfill their vows, otherwise...

"pray?"

The water-dividing dragon will calm down the blood and sneer again and again:
"How can I care about the prayers of a group of ants?"

The magical effect of incense was vividly displayed on him at this moment. He was severely injured several times, and more than half of his dragon tendons were constricted, but at this moment his injuries were actually under control.

"But if you don't fulfill your wish, the poison of incense..."

Ao Bo couldn't help but smile wryly in his heart.

He has been the Bibo Dragon God for thousands of years, but he has always kept a respectful distance from the power of incense. It's not that he doesn't want to use it, but he really can't afford it!

If you're not a god, you simply don't know how exaggerated and bizarre what those bastards want...

"Return? Why do you want to return it?"

The water-dividing dragon general pressed his eyes, feeling the severe pain of the dragon's tendon being pulled, and his expression, which had not calmed down for a long time, became extremely ferocious and indifferent again:

"They are all dead, so there is no need to pay back!"

"This……"

Ao Bo felt a chill in his heart, and hesitated a little:

"This, isn't it? It is said that anyone who does this will be haunted by resentment, all ghosts will kill him, and the catastrophe will be deepened..."

"Then..."

The water dragon general's chest rose and fell several times, and his breath calmed down again:

"Let them be destroyed!" Boom!

Not long after the conversation between the two dragons, Ao Bo didn't even have time to reply, when he heard a muffled thunder rolling from far away.

The sound was so loud that it passed through many water waves, and the huge Crystal Palace seemed to be shocked!
"Who?!"

The water-dividing dragon general's expression sank, and his eyes were filled with crimson immediately. The extremely violent dragon chant pierced through the Crystal Palace in an instant:
"Nanling children!"

"Dragon General!"

The water-dividing dragon general got up angrily, and was about to rush out, but Ao Bo hugged him quickly:
"Dragon General, you are still injured, don't fight with him..."

"Nanling children!"

Shuishuilong heaved his chest, already extremely angry, but the severe pain from his waist, abdomen and back made him calm down.

In the battle that night, he damaged the dragon's horns and tendons, and with the help of incense, he was able to suppress his injuries. This does not mean that his injuries have healed.

"The Bibo Lake is where all the waters gather. With my dragon formation, he will not dare to enter the water!"

Ao Bo quickly comforted him:

"Even though the boy from Nanling is supernaturally powerful, he is still in the top ten ranks. You only need to recover from your injuries and kill him like a dog. Why do you have to risk your life with him?"

Just like the water-distributing dragon general, he also lost his memory in the Xuangong territory, but he could still remember the fiasco of the water-dividing dragon general that night.

Even, the injuries on his body have not healed...

"Bitch, reptile..."

The water-splitting dragon general's face trembled violently, but he still tried his best to suppress it. The dragon's mouth opened wide, and it swept all the incense from the Empress of the Crystal Palace over!

"Nanling children..."

……

Boom!

From the sky to the earth, he punched out four images and slammed on the pond water. Accompanied by roaring bursts, countless waves of water rose into the sky and fell like heavy rain.

Tens of miles apart, both Jiang Shentong's master and his disciples could only feel the water vapor blowing towards their faces, and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Fellow Daoist Nanling! This Bibotan is the place where the eight waters gather, and there is a magic circle of the dragon clan. If you want to break it, you must do it without Baji!"

Jiang Shentong transmitted sound from afar.

call!
Surrounded by a large swath of water mist, Yang Yu stood above the water.

With his eyesight, he can naturally see the Crystal Palace in the depths of the pool, as well as the dragon circle that crisscrosses and envelops the entire Bibo Pool.

"Fellow Daoist, don't waste your efforts!"

Jiang Shentong came with the wind and walked in the mist:
"Ten thousand years ago, when Emperor Longquan proclaimed the Tao, he divided the seas of the five lands and the rivers of the eight wastelands, and determined the ownership of the heavens and the earth, and the water veins belonged to the dragon clan.

This Bibo Pond is the core of the eight waters in the southeast, if you want to break the formation, you must have the power to cut off the eight waters and shake the mountains and rivers..."

"Children from Nanling, when I recover from my injuries, I will definitely kill you!"

The venomous dragon chant stirred the water waves and echoed in the night.

"The Bark of a Lost Dog!"

Yang Jue sneered, but he didn't attack again, but returned to the shore together with Jiang Shentong.

Bibotan is so big that it looks like the sea.

"Fellow Daoist, this wicked dragon has seen how powerful you are, so I'm afraid he won't dare to come out..."

Jiang Shentong stopped Yang Yu:
"Fellow Daoist, don't forcefully break the formation. There are eleven tributaries under the jurisdiction of the Bibo Lake, and there are four or five cities with tens of millions of people. Even if you can forcefully break it, I'm afraid it will flood many cities along the river..."

"Fellow Daoist, is there a way?"

Yang Yu's heart moved slightly.

"I have some thoughts, but it's hard to say whether it will be possible..."

Jiang Shentong hesitated slightly, and took out a dusty cauldron from his sleeve robe:

"This is the treasure that Pindao obtained from a ruin many years ago..."

【Pot for boiling the sea】

[Level: Ten Capitals]

[Quality: Good]

[The magic weapon tempered with the God Seed 'Boiling the Sea' as the core is a pot used by a great god to boil soup and medicine, which has been broken...]

[Boil the sea in this pot, the sea will heat when the water is hot, and the sea will boil when the water boils...]

"Is there such a magic weapon?"

Yang Yu was a little surprised.

He has also heard of the supernatural power of burning mountains and boiling seas, and even, many years ago, in Duan Qilong, he had a glimpse of the power of burning mountains and supernatural powers.

It's just that a pot needs to be turned into a magic weapon, and the immortal gods before ancient times are too extravagant...

"This pot has the ability to boil rivers and seas. I came here to use this pot to deal with the mountain dragon..."

Jiang Shentong said.

It is not unprepared that he came thousands of miles away to get rid of the mountain dragon spirit. Although this pot cannot break through the dragon circle in the river and sea, it can force it out.

However, what made him miscalculate was that the fifth young master was not in the water at all, and his cultivation base and supernatural powers were far superior to his, so the means he had prepared were not used.

"How to use this pot?"

Yang Jue took over the pot and played with it.

"Take water and burn it, it's just..."

Jiang Shentong hesitated:
"The firewood and kindling prepared by the poor Taoist can cook a corner of the Jianjiang River. This Bibo Pool is more than ten times larger than the Jianjiang River. There are flowing water from all directions. I'm afraid, I'm afraid..."

"Try it, it won't hurt at all."

Seeing this kind of magic weapon for the first time, Yang Jue thought it was interesting, and immediately beckoned to fetch the water from Bibotan.

This black pot looks like it is only the size of a palm, but it can hold it very well. It has more than [-] catties in it, and the bottom of the pot is only shallow.

It has been several hours since it was fully loaded.

"Sure enough, there is not enough firewood and firewood..."

Jiang Shentong naturally cooperated and took out all the things he had prepared before, but under the raging flames, there was not even the slightest ripple in the pot.

"No hurry, no hurry..."

Yang Jue sensed Hong Fa'er in the human race bag, struggling to urge the true fire of samadhi, his heart moved slightly, and he pulled Jiang Shentong to sit down.

Asked him about the City of Quest.

The Longquan world has almost been divided up, and there are few sects and holy lands that can't monitor the five lands and seas.

But the world is vast, and the holy places of various sects are extremely stingy in accepting disciples, so the road of casual cultivation is naturally not completely blocked.

"Qiaosuo City is one of the most famous mutual markets in Nanling, but its scale is not large. The reason is that it is difficult for ordinary people to enter it. This is the reason why Ying Xuanlong was allowed to establish the city..."

Glancing at the boiling sea pot, Jiang Shentong shook his head slightly, and said seriously:

"Although Fellow Daoist refused last night, Pindao still wants to say, if you want to get what you need in a short time,

Then we have to go to worship the 'Temple of Wealth'..."

　Good night everyone, good night...

　
(End of this chapter)