The first cause of all realms

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In the valley, the light of blood surged, and the sound of Buddha's chanting echoed below it.

"Nirvana Temple?"

In front of the fading altar of flesh and blood, Yang Jue murmured to himself, sorting out and analyzing Yang Ni's words in the illusion.

Of course, Yang Ni's uncharacteristic behavior cannot be without reason.

In fact, he suspected that the reason why he couldn't perceive Yang Ni's state at this time was probably because the latter was on the verge of life and death.

Or, being suppressed in an unknown place.

Moreover, he must be a great master in Buddhism.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have to go around for a long time, and finally had to climb Nirvana Mountain by himself...

But he naturally doesn't fully believe Yang Ni's words, after all, he may deliberately lead himself into a trap...

Nirvana Temple is not a good place.

Glancing at Mi Xin who was sitting not far away, Yang Ju stretched out his hand, and the altar of flesh and blood in the valley collapsed.

Only one seemingly ordinary silk book was held in his hands.

"On robbery!"

On the front page of the silk book, there are only two simple words, not Daoist, but one of the most common characters in the Longquan circle.

The two worlds are different, and the characters in the Longquan world are much more complicated than those in the mountains and seas, but he saw traces of familiarity in them.

"Three Smiles Sanren!"

Yang Ju's eyes tightened.

He did not forget the words of the old Taoist Hanyue in Xuangong territory, especially the strange disappearance and message of the former.

If it is said that he was a little skeptical at the time, but now he is sure. The Sanxiao Sanren who wrote the theory of tides in the mountain and sea world really appeared in this world!
"On robbery..."

Taking another look at Mi Xin who was sitting quietly and chanting sutras, Yang Ju opened the silk book that Yang Ni deliberately left for him.

"The robbery is the limit of the Tao!"

The familiar tone is not changed by the difference in words, Sanxiao Sanren is still concise and concise, without any nonsense:

"The limit of the soul is in the sky, the limit of the sky is in the Tao! The limit of the Tao is in the kalpa! Therefore, the kalpa will be destroyed, all kinds will be buried, and the universe will be destroyed together..."

Yang Ju chewed on the words above, thoughtfully.

"...I have traveled a lot, looking for the relics of the predecessors, and I have a little experience, which is recorded here."

"The limit of a living being is different for different people. Inferior ones, it is difficult to achieve ten capitals, medium ones, nine glory are difficult to advance, non-extreme ones, hopeless to eight extremes...

Extremely heeled, the lifespan can reach nine thousand and nine, almost ten thousand years... The limit of life varies from person to person, and the world and the world change according to the sky...

The ancient calamities have been of different lengths..."

"Before ancient times, it was called 'Nine Tribulations', and its length may be 4000 million. When the aftermath is exhausted, the ten kalpas will fall, and the sky will open..."

Yang Jue looked at it very seriously. Compared with the information he got from the Sky Sea Realm and the illusionary world of immortals and demons, he had a little understanding in his heart.

This Sanxiao Sanren, who seems to be able to straddle the two worlds, seems to have a lot of research on the ancient past, and he is very familiar with kalpa and luck.

They are even predicting when the aftermath of the Nine Tribulations will be over and when the Ten Tribulations will come!

At the same time, it also mentions the Taoist ghost that he has not figured out so far...

"... I'm just an old and decayed person who still knows the kalpa, the Tao, the ancient, the ancient, and even the ancient gods and men of the kalpa, don't they know?"

"The Dao is afraid of dying, and the living beings are afraid of death! This is true for people today, it is true for ancient people, it is true for the future, and it is true for gods, demons, immortals and Buddhas.

According to legend, before the Nine Tribulations, or even more distant years, there were countless gods and demons begging and fighting for salvation, hoping to overcome the irresistible wave of calamity...

Among them, the most well-known ones include Bajiu Xuangong, Dongtian Fudi, Huadao...etc., among which the only one that can be verified is 'Hedao', or in other words, Taoist ghost! "

"Dao ghost, Dao ghost. As the name suggests, it is a thing that combines the gods with the Tao, half-life and half-death, and looks like a human being but not a ghost...

With the characteristic of indestructibility, cross the robbery wave!Therefore, when the spiritual tide revives, the Taoist ghost will appear!Before the opening of Tianhai, there must be a day of ghosts in all realms of the universe..."

"They are already returning..."

……

At this point, the silk book came to an abrupt end, and the second half was forcibly torn off by people, but it was unknown whether Yang Ni tore it off by himself, or was torn off by others during the fight...

"Follow the Tao, Dao ghost..."

After reading the half-volume silk book, it was only a few breaths for Yang Jue, but the various information contained in it caused waves in his heart.

Especially the dao ghost recorded on the last page...

Reminiscent of Yang Ni's uncharacteristically asking for help, Yang Qiu couldn't help but have such a thought in his heart...

"What Yang Ni is worried about is a great master of Buddhism who returned from ancient times! Maybe it is the legendary King Kong and Bodhisattva?"

"Amitabha!"

The blood mist gradually dissipated, and Mi Xin got up slowly with a tired face. He clasped his hands together, walked to the valley, and glanced at the broken altar of flesh and blood:
"The devil in the blood prison is the most violent and perverse. I'm afraid it's not for nothing to leave this flesh and blood altar..."

At this point, Mi Xin kept silent, but he shook his head slightly, but he stopped his temptation and prepared to leave.

"Fellow Daoist, wait."

But Yang Jue stopped him instead:
"Nan has lived in Nanling for a long time, and he doesn't know the Dharma, but he doesn't know which Bodhisattvas and Buddhas are enshrined in Nirvana Mountain?"

……

……

boom!
It shattered like a meteorite!

A huge roar came from the mountain behind the Cangjiang Gate, which shocked the entire mountain gate in an instant, and all the disciples were shocked.

"Nanling children!"

An uncontrollable growl echoed from a dark and lightless crypt, mixed with light and dark, like the chest of a three-foot Taoist in two colors rising and falling.

The anger in his heart wasn't entirely because the flying sword was taken away by someone, and he couldn't capture and kill that junior.

Because, the moment he glimpsed the magic knife at a close distance, his purpose of this temptation has been achieved.

He was almost sure that the sword fairy Nanling retained the memory of Fang Xuangong's territory, and even...

"That person, I'm afraid he was chosen as a 'Walk in Illusion' by the 'Zhoujue Yintian Palace', or the inheritor..."

In the darkness, the old voice seemed a little hoarse, with a sigh:
"It's no wonder that even my patriarch lacks memory... What is missing is not memory, but that period of time, which was cut off..."

Lost memories can be retrieved.

But if that experience is all cut off, no means can retrieve the lost memory...

"The inheritor..."

Taoist Sanchi's face twitched for a moment, even though he had expected it, he still had a killing intent that couldn't be suppressed.

That Fang Zhou Jue Yintian Palace is a high-level mysterious art that is not even included in the catalog of ten thousand immortals!
Longquan has been passed down for millions of years, and there are no more than ten such profound arts.

More importantly, the last corner of his gap from the true Baji is in the Xuangong realm...

"What do you want?"

In the darkness, the old voice seemed to have sensed something.

"You go back to the Dao fruit for the time being, allow me three days..."

"Hahaha!"

The old man's laughter interrupted Taoist Sanchi's words:
"You want three days? Patriarch, you only need one stick of incense! Do you want it or not?"

Well... good night everyone, go to bed early.