The first cause of all realms

Chapter 957 Seeking Longevity in Eternal Tribulation!
Why rich and powerful?

In this fiery burrow, Yang Qiu could truly perceive why this rich man was called the God of Wealth.

This catacomb is not underground. The place where the endless sea of ​​flames is located is actually a 'shard of the cave'.

The so-called cave fragments are similar to the caves opened by many great powers in ancient times to avoid catastrophe.

But it was not developed by manpower, but a strange thing that was born during the process of the Longquan world swallowing all the worlds.

It has the ability to attach itself to the great heaven and earth and absorb spirit energy to form a whole. It is similar to the human race bag, but it is even more mysterious.

For example, the Fangdongtian Fragment in front of me has the characteristics of holding things, isolating, and gathering spirits, and has the ability to gather fire veins.

"Fellow Daoist Nanling, what do you think of Zhao's crypt?"

Zhao Caishen walked over with a smile, the flames surged behind him, and the billowing heat wave hit his face.

"Fellow Daoist is worthy of the name of the God of Wealth. The crypt here is as precious as some sect's military casting platforms."

Yang Ju glanced at it, and he could already see the context of many formations in the Catacombs.

In addition, there are at least a thousand kinds of Taoism coexisting here, and under the mountain wall, there are forests of magic weapons, which can almost be regarded as a warship for killing.

"The wealth of the sect is beyond Zhao's reach, and now it is not ancient. Without the God of God, how can there be any real God of Wealth?"

Zhao Caishen clapped his hands, and teams of golden armored Taoist soldiers came forward carrying all kinds of rare irons, and after putting them down, they left without saying a word.

"Besides, there seem to be a lot of these rare irons, but in fact their value is much lower than that of Taibai fine gold. Fellow Daoists 'just happen' to have them, which is really a good fortune..."

Zhao Caishen pretended not to have any intention, but in fact his eyes never left Yang Yu's side, and he hardly concealed his intention of probing.

"It's just luck."

Yang Jue responded casually, but he couldn't help but feel a little touched in his heart.

The piece of Taibai fine gold that the old man got by chance many years ago turned out to be an indispensable divine material for tempering the blood-transforming sword in ancient times, which he did not expect.

It seems that decades have passed, separated by two worlds, the old man's "Yin Yin" is still on him...

Before the raging flames, Zhao Caishen repelled a group of Taoist soldiers and subordinates who were here, and explained to Yang Yu how to use this crypt, which was very generous.

In fact, this is also the reason for Yang Yu's many temptations. People have generously donated money, and naturally he will not be stingy with a few ambiguous answers.

"Is luck good? That's it, you can be a fellow Taoist, and Zhao won't stay here anymore, spying on other people's refining treasures, but it's a big taboo..."

Zhao Caishen nodded thoughtfully, cupped his hands slightly, and was about to retreat, but as if he just remembered, he asked:

"I don't know what kind of weapon you want to refine this time?"

"A knife."

Yang Ju raised his sleeves, and all the gold and iron trembled, following his footsteps, he sank into the sea of ​​flames.

"Knife……"

Zhao Caishen took a deep look at the sea of ​​flames, turned around and disappeared in this cave.

Huhu~
In the quiet cave, amidst the raging flames, Yang Jue sat quietly on top of the magma.

He didn't directly start refining the knife, but calmed down his mind.

The conversation with the old man in the sea of ​​laws kept reappearing in his mind, no matter how calm he behaved in front of the old man, he couldn't deceive himself.

For decades, from the small official in the frontier to the founder of the country, his relatives, friends, and his thoughts have all been in the mountains and seas.

The flow of time in the two worlds is different. In the mountain and sea world, he has only been away for more than a month, but there are already some waves.

Some suspected that he was seriously injured and passed away, some suspected that he left the mountains and seas, some suspected that he was secretly retreating, and some even suspected that Yang Jian had murdered him and seized the throne.

This made him dumbfounded, but many people believed it.

"Mountain Sea Realm..."

Yang Jue concentrated on perceiving that the two worlds were separated, he could not perceive the mountain and sea world, but he could smell the incense from the mountain and sea world through the fluctuations in the dark.

This is the ability after establishing a temple and enshrining a god.

More than a month after he left, riots broke out in the country, not in the southern states, nor in the two countries outside the Great Wall, but in Deyang Mansion where almost every household has his longevity tablet...

They believed the rumors that Yang Jian had seized the throne, and under the instigation of someone with a heart, they even played the banner of revenge for him.

"Deyang Mansion..."

Taking a deep breath, Yang Jue suppressed the throbbing in his heart, the concern from afar took him a long time to calm down.

hum!
A twilight appeared, and the magnetic power in Yang Prison's body vibrated, causing all kinds of rare and rare irons to collide with each other and endure the scorching flames.

"This fire is extremely hot, but if you want to smelt these rare and rare irons, I'm afraid it's a little bit reluctant, and I'm afraid it can't be smelted with Taibai fine gold..."

The mana of Yuan Magnetic controls all kinds of gold and iron like a driving arm. Hundreds of kinds of gold and iron are smelted at different heats. Yang Ju still thinks, reviews and ponders.

Not long after, he suddenly shook his sleeve robe, and after the human race bag opened a line, a large group of Samadhi True Fire and many divine irons he found from other places flew into the sea of ​​flames in front of him.

At the same time, Hong Fa'er's furious roar echoed in the cave:
"Let me out, let me out! You plague-stricken beast, how dare you imprison me, and when I get out, you will be burned to ashes!"

The Samadhi True Fire lived up to its title of divine fire, as soon as it joined, the flames of this sea of ​​fire suddenly lowered their heads like the people worshiping the king.

Immediately, it suddenly jumped up.

Samadhi true fire, nothing is inflammable, and fire can also be ignited.

Under the fierce flames, the many sacred irons lined up in a row also began to melt rapidly, more than ten times faster than before?
"It's not enough..."

Yang Jue looked at the human race bag while talking to himself.

As soon as he enters the human race bag, all the qi will disappear. Even Hong Fa'er, the true biography of Wanyao Cave who has gathered all the conditions to be promoted to Jiuyao, is also weak and weak, and his qi and blood are all gone.

"South thief!"

Inside, the furious Hong Fa'er seemed to have sensed his gaze, raised his hand and punched himself so hard that his eyes caught gold stars.

Balls of Samadhi real fire suddenly flew out of the human race bag...

Seeing that the gap on the head disappeared, Hong Fa'er staggered and fell to the ground, rubbing his nose and gnashing his teeth:

"Burn you to death, burn you to death!"

……

……

Call ~
Dawn breaks.

Shanshan City, which had been silent all night, woke up from the gloom.

Looking at the rising smoke, the ancient supernatural power wearing the identity of "Long Jianbo" sat on the top of the largest restaurant in the city, and said to himself:

"An unremarkable small town..."

In this small city, Gu Shentong stayed for more than a month, trying to find out the special features of this small city.

In just three years, this small town has become the top ten capitals. The son of Hanhai Longjun, the nine-yao-level monster snake Zhuyeqing, and the two true legends of Cangjiangmen died one after another.

It is also the place where the sword fairy Nanling appeared twice.

But it's been more than a month, and he hasn't noticed anything wrong...

"Big Brother."

At this time, the disciples of the Cangjiang Gate came here, bowed and saluted, and reported the big and small things in the city.

The ancient supernatural power was a little careless, and after a while, he suddenly said:
"You said that someone in this city is spreading Taoism?"

"This... is not appropriate to say it is a Taoist technique. According to the observation of my junior, it is just some fighting skills to sharpen the body and fight with others..."

The disciple replied.

"It's not Taoism, then it doesn't matter."

As Gu Shentong said, he looked up at the place where the disciple reported.

His eyesight was excellent, and when he turned his eyes, he had already scanned the entire Jicheng City, and his sight fell on an unnamed small temple.

Xiaoer Miaozhu, leading dozens of urchins in fisting and kicking, there is nothing unusual about it.

"The temple?"

"The temple has not been established for a few years, and its owner is called 'Yu Yang'. Because it is suspected to be related to the disappearance of the two brothers, people have been watching these days. Unfortunately, the owner never came back, leaving only a small temple. It's called 'Yuanben'."

The disciple replied.

"There is no difference, so there is no need to bother."

Gu Shentong was naturally not interested in such a small temple, so he waved his hand and asked about other things:

"It's been more than a month since the ancestor returned to the mountain, right? Where is Master Sake now?"

"Back to..."

The disciple was about to answer when suddenly his body trembled and he bowed long, his sleeves hanging down:

"Meet the Patriarch..."

"Ancestor!"

Gu Shentong's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly got up to salute.

In the small wing, the three-foot Taoist, whose face was sinking like water, stepped out of the void like a ghost, and said coldly:
"Sake has tracked Nanling for many days, has there been no news yet?"

His breath was extremely cold.

Not to mention the inner disciple of the Cangjiang Sect, even Gu Shentong felt a chill in his heart. Since the disappearance of Yintian Palace, this old guy's aura has become more and more violent day by day...

"Back to the ancestor..."

The disciple trembled tremblingly, and his voice became stiff:
"Uncle Qingjiu and the others followed Nanling to Jincai City. The news came just a while ago..."

"Golden Fortune City?!"

Taoist Sanchi who came here with a vicious and hostile spirit, frowned when he heard this name.

"Patriarch, is there something wrong with Jincai City?"

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Gu Shentong's heart moved.

"Go back."

Taoist Sanchi's eyes were gloomy, and after a long time, he waved his hands to let the two of them back down, and then sat down in this wing.

hum~
A wave of light that seemed to be nothing appeared in his heart. Not long after, a voice came out of that wave of light. It was an extremely ancient divine script:

"Before the ages, I was honored, seeking longevity in the eternal calamity! Children, what do you want?"

"What's the need for such a sentence every time?"

Taoist Sanchi is very cold and hard:

"You are self-respecting, but you can't even keep your own memory, how ridiculous?"

While speaking, Taoist Sanchi felt even colder.

After more than a month of returning from Xuangong territory, he tried all methods, but he couldn't find his lost memory at all.

What's even more frightening is that even this old monster who hid in the Dao fruit and rank before ancient times lost that memory!
But the more so, the more he cared about the loss of that memory.

"How do you know the horror of the destruction of the gods? Even those few were destroyed in response to the robbery...

Old... It is a fluke for the old ancestor to be able to survive, so how can you expect more? "

In the waves of light, there seemed to be an indelible fear in the old voice, and that fear was as real as it was, so that Taoist Sanchi didn't even feel a shadow cast over his heart.

"Then why ask me what I want?"

Taoist Sanchi looked indifferent.

Everyone in the world rumored that he failed to advance to the Baji, but no one knew what a terrible disaster happened when he was promoted to the Baji.

This old guy, just one thread away, took everything from him.

Even if he is carrying a strange treasure, [-]% of his body is occupied by it at this moment, even the incarnation cannot avoid it.

"This is the rule left by that one. All the gods in the world must obey the astrology, otherwise, you would have already left in ashes. How can you speak such wild words in front of the ancestor?"

　Hmm... I should be able to write a chapter, at least a small one.

　
(End of this chapter)