The first cause of all realms

Chapter 973 Refining, Beidou Daoguo!
"South Ridge..."

Under the towering old trees, the Taoist Bibi slowly raised his head, his gaze seemed to have crossed the mountain top and passed through the clouds.

A pair of deep eyes, like the sun and the moon hanging in the sky, overlooking the mountains and rivers in the painting.

Huhu~
Among the ink-colored mountains and forests, the Taoist priest closed his eyes:
"Really, the capital of the emperor!"

The battle of the day before yesterday couldn't stop churning in his heart, making his heart throbbing, even terrifying!
On that day, the three of them witnessed the three-foot Taoist Feijian Wugong with their own eyes. Their hearts were shaken. They were ready to disperse and make other plans, but they didn't want Nanling to kill him suddenly.

Then, it was the horror that made him feel palpitations when he recalled it at this moment.

During the hundreds of years of being on the gold list of the ten capitals, the three of them have already practiced all kinds of supernatural powers to the sixth level, and they even have hidden magic weapons and secret techniques.

However, they were still on the verge of collapse. If the three of them hadn't acted decisively to mobilize Sea of ​​Laws to advance to Jiuyao, at that moment, the three of them would have been killed by a single punch with their joint efforts!

But even so, the cholera old devil was still punched into a pulp, and the chilling boy escaped from his shell,

And he only had time to hide in this painting scroll...

hum!
Faint ripples appeared.

Yang Ju pushed away the mist above the scroll, and the true face of this landscape painting has emerged under the darkness.

【Ink Landscape】

[Level: Jiuyao]

【Quality: Excellent】

[Evaluation: The dragon skin is paper, the blood of ten thousand beasts is ink, and it is a painting scroll written by the great supernatural power 'one painting to open the sky'.

It has the ability to receive things, escape, make the size as you wish, avoid robbery, drive away disasters, refine Taoist soldiers...]

【Wen Yang Ling Qi: 35689/95225】

Open the sky with one painting!
Inside the ethnographic bag, Yang Jue's eyes flickered, and he took out the 'Picture of Clear Water and Cold Pool' which was obtained from the recipe of Wu Zangguan Temple.

When it comes to grades, the picture of the clear water and cold pool has withstood the baptism of the years, and it is no longer what it used to be, and it is much inferior to this ink-colored landscape painting.

But the quality is far more than that.

Whether it's supernatural powers, painting skills or materials, Xu Shengyang's picture of the clear water and cold pool is far superior.

But in essence, the two are the same, both are the creations of "great supernatural powers", the difference lies only in the realm of practice of the painter.

"Fellow Daoist Nanling!"

Yang Ju was very calm, and even appraised the technique and quality of the two paintings in his heart, but the Taoist under the ancient tree was incomparably tormented:

"Pindao has no enmity with you. At this moment, the evil cholera old devil is dead, so why should he be aggressive?"

Daoist Bi was aggrieved and unwilling, but he had to bow his head again, not to mention that he was seriously injured at this time, and he fell into an unknown magic weapon, and his mana was suppressed by half.

Even when he was still in his prime, he didn't want to have any interaction with this person at all.

"Am I aggressive?"

Yang Ju couldn't help but laugh.

But he didn't even have the intention to refute. With a flick of his fingers, drops of the 'Kaleidoscopic' blood refined by the true fire of Samadhi fell from the void and fell into the landscape painting.

After a month of training, the ever-changing blood has accumulated to more than 30 drops.

"You, you come again?!"

Seemingly smelling the familiar scent, Hong Fa'er, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly woke up.

Then, the son of the demon king who had always been rebellious and fierce, the true preacher of the Wanyao Cave, trembled uncontrollably.

"Nan, Nanling! If you have the guts, then, kill me, kill me!"

For more than a month, all his anger has been drained, and at this moment, he even hated himself.

I hated myself for why I took the initiative to invite Ying to go to the Yintian Palace, why I went alone, and even hated myself for choosing Samadhi True Fire...

"It's not difficult to want to die, but it's not now."

Yang Jue knocked him out with a flick of his fingers, but his eyes never left the dripping 'Kaleidoscopic Blood'.

At the beginning of martial arts, it starts with exchanging blood, and the way of immortality also has the process of exchanging blood.

With his current cultivation background, even though he was just a human being, he is still in the first step of being a human being, born of flesh and blood.

But with the help of Martial Dao Changhe, he has deliberated the second step, which is as big as you want, and the third step, which is ever-changing!
As for whether there is a fourth step, with his current background, there is no way to spy.

And these three steps, without exception, all start with blood!
This process should have been a long and tedious process, but Hong Fa'er's Samadhi True Fire made him see the hope of his rapid progress.

The real fire of samadhi really has the ability to turn decay into magic, allowing him to glimpse the realm of "Kaleidoscopic changes" through "Small and Small Ruyi".

The only pity is that the true fire of Samadhi cultivated by Hong Fa'er is really too shallow...

hum!
A seemingly absent buzzing sound echoed in the mountains and forests, and the Bi Daoist who was waiting for a response suddenly raised his head.

I could only see a bright sky above the sky, as if many great suns were shining, and the brilliant golden light was infecting the ink mountain forest.

"Good, good, good..."

Seeing the golden light billowing in, Daoist Bi finally gave up his luck. He stood up and let out a long roar, sound like an explosion:

"Nanling kid, do you really think I'm scared?!"

boom!
Boom!

With a long howl, the entire ink painting mountain forest collapsed, cracked, and even disintegrated!
In just a few moments before and after, under Yang Ju's gaze, this ink painting scroll has become a vast ocean of ink.

It seems that someone splashed ink like water, covering half of the picture scroll.

And the man of the pen, standing under the ocean of ink, danced wildly with his arm-thin pen in his palm, setting off thousands of waves of ink soaring into the sky.

Roar!
Boo!
hold head high!
……

I saw the ink droplets rippling, or turning into ink dragons, or into tigers, leopards, and wolves, or into magic weapons of flying swords... soaring into the sky mightily!

Its ferocity makes people doubt whether it can really break through the picture scroll and enter the world!

And in fact, it does!

Looking at it from afar, Yang Ju felt that the fragrance of ink and the stench of the beast's mouth were coming at the same time, but he didn't move, just watched coldly.

hum!
When a drop of ink almost splashed out of the scroll, the golden light that was suppressed by the ink color suddenly came into being.

boom!
In the violently turbulent sea of ​​ink, Daoist Bi's eyes could not help shrinking, but he saw that there were many figures rushing out of the large golden light!

From far away, those figures that look like gold are holding swords, knives, bare hands, or raising Fangtian's painted halberd...

Like a ferocious tiger coming out of the gate, with an extremely tragic momentum, it counterpresses and infects the sea of ​​ink!
'He will also 'open the sky with one painting'? ! '

Seeing this scene, Daoist Bi was almost dumbfounded, but immediately turned into a long howl.

Set off a huge wave that is higher than the first, and turn it into countless killing methods, rushing up...

"Kaleidoscopic!"

Inside the race bag, Yang Jue watched the battle condescendingly, or in other words, felt the ever-changing realm through this battle.

The more than 30 drops of blood he shed were all tempered from his whole body, which connected with his mind.

At this moment, in his induction, that drop of ever-changing blood moves according to his will, and can almost turn into everything in his cognition!
Flowers and trees, birds, beasts, fish and insects, swords, guns, swords and halberds, dragons, tigers, eagles and elephants...

It seems that as long as he can visualize it, he can change it, and it is not just a superficial appearance, but a divine form!

but……

"If you want to change as you want, what I know can't be just the surface. If it's a person, you have to see its god, and if it's a thing, you have to see its root..."

Feeling all the changes in the blood and writing them down one by one, Yang Jue looked at the ink painting again, and the ink color in it had been strangled to pieces.

boom!
The ink color and the golden light collided, and both of them shattered. The writer staggered back, seeing the ink color evaporate, and the golden light was the same as before, and he finally noticed something was wrong.

"This is not ink! This is, blood?!"

The Daoist of the Brush came to his senses, but he was also powerless, most of the ink evaporated, and the whole scroll was almost golden.

Boom!

Finally, with another loud bang, Bi Daoist, who was already heavily injured, finally fell into the golden light.

At this moment, his control over the picture scroll completely disappeared, and the magic weapon changed hands!

"South Ridge!"

An unwilling roar disappeared completely when the scroll was closed.

Yang Ju closed his eyes and stood still.

In the sea of ​​hearts, the Beidou Dao Fruit burst out like a tide of blood light, and the refining progress of this Dao Fruit has finally come to perfection!

"Beidou!"

　Let's go to bed first, I'm a little dizzy after drinking in the afternoon
　
(End of this chapter)