The first cause of all realms

Chapter 997

Whoosh!

The flying boat pierced through the sea of ​​clouds and raced between the strong winds at top speed.

"Too reckless..."

On the deck, Jiang Shentong looked far away and murmured.

"Jiang Daoyou, you can't go any further."

In the flying boat, Han Xuantong walked out slowly:
"Our country regards the Cangjiang Gate as the main body, and it is not allowed to enter easily without the law, otherwise, there will be great trouble..."

call!
Before he finished speaking, the flying boat had changed from extremely dynamic to extremely quiet.

"Fellow Daoist Han, do you know that this time may be the best time for your Qianyuan Dynasty to get rid of the Cangjiang Gate. If you miss it, you may not have such a good opportunity."

Jiang Shentong suppressed his anxiety and uneasiness, and turned around.

"Jiang Daoyou's words are not bad, but this matter is not up to the old man to decide..."

Han Xuantong sighed softly.

In Qianshan City, he saw with his own eyes that Sword Immortal Nanling killed that Ruhua Taoist nun, and his heart was greatly shaken.

If not, he would not have taken out the flying boat to send Jiang Shentong.

but……

"Sanchi Daoist has been dominating the Cangjiang River for thousands of years, and his formation can reach the Eight Extreme Lords. That one is certainly tyrannical, but he hasn't reached that point yet, right?"

"Never mind."

Jiang Shentong said no more.

Cangjiang Gate is where the prestige of thousands of years is, and Han Xuantong dared to send him here, and he has witnessed the fall of Taoist Ruhua with his own eyes.

"Jiang Daoyou."

He was about to leave, but Han Xuantong couldn't help it:

"This time, if Nanling Sword Immortal wins, it will be of no use for you to go, but if he loses, you will only die if you go.

What's the point? "

He really couldn't figure it out.

"Han Daoyou, do you know why your Qianyuan Dynasty can't be independent from the control of the sect like 'Yongding', 'Golden Fortune City' and 'Qiaosuo City'?"

"Ok?"

Han Xuantong was slightly taken aback.

"Without him, I think too much!"

While the voice was floating, Jiang Shentong left the disciple behind, and disappeared in the shadow of the sea of ​​clouds.

The Zongmen held the authority and used the dynasty as the falcons and dogs to herd the people. Of course, no one resisted, such as Jincai City and Qiusuo City. There are not a few of them. No matter the Zongmen or the Holy Land, they don't care about the gains and losses of a city or a place.

However, the Qianyuan Dynasty planned for hundreds of thousands of years, but achieved nothing. Naturally, the reason was that they thought too much!
Thinking about everything, being afraid of everything, not daring to take the initiative to fight, just thinking about the kindness of gods and men from heaven, how is that possible?

"think too much……"

Han Xuantong smiled wryly.

It is true that the Sword Immortal Nanling is so powerful that even the Ruhua Taoist nun is no match for him, but the Sanchi Taoist has a great sect formation to urge him, and behind him is the Wanshi Tianzong...

His supernatural powers are powerful, and he advances and retreats as he pleases, but how did the Qianyuan Dynasty resist the thunderous wrath of Wanshi Tianzong?
"Master..."

Yan Xia was worried but couldn't catch up, so he had to cast a contemptuous look at Han Xuantong, and walked into the flying boat with his sleeves.

Only Han Xuantong stood silently, with unspeakable grief in his heart:

"The way of heaven is like this, so what can be done, what can be done..."

……

Huhu~
The cold wind blew across the mountaintops, dark clouds gathered, and shadows enveloped the mountains again.

Walking in the shadows, Jiang Shentong was very careful at first, but soon realized something was wrong.

He traveled thousands of miles, but he didn't meet any Cangjiangmen disciples on the way, only the strong smell of blood that seemed to be inextricable.

"Could it be..."

Jiang Shentong turned his mind, stepped suddenly, and moved with the wind, but when he emerged from the shadows again, he couldn't help but gasped:
"This……"

What appeared in front of his eyes was already a mess, the mountain was broken, the earth was cracked, the palace collapsed and shattered...

The Cangjiang Gate, which covers an area of ​​hundreds of miles, is in ruins!

"Cangjiangmen, destroyed!!"

Jiang Shentong's face twitched, but he froze in place for some reason.

He did not know how many times he had dreamed of this scene when he dreamed back in the middle of the night, but at this moment he really saw it, but it was like falling into a dream, and he could not regain consciousness for a long time.

until someone tapped him on the shoulder:

"Why is Jiang Daoyou in a daze?"

Beidou refining, making great progress in magical powers, breaking the enemy and gaining a lot, touching the heavy human race bag, Yang Jue is in a good mood.

"Fellow Daoist, thank you fellow Daoist Nanling for avenging my 'Dongshan City'!"

Jiang woke up like a dream, and he didn't care to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, so he turned around and wanted to kneel down.

"Come on!"

Yang Jue gave him a hand, Jiang Shentong couldn't kneel down no matter what, but he still bowed and thanked him repeatedly.

"Why bother?"

Yang Ju couldn't hold him back, so he had no choice but to let go.

"This obeisance is for my folks and elders who died for no reason in Dongshan City."

Jiang Shentong made a long bow.

"Dead in vain?"

Yang Ju received a bow, but he didn't want him to bow again and again, so he asked instead.

"120 four years ago, the old thief of sake in Cangjiangmen, in order to complete the ceremony, he killed millions of my fellow villagers in Dongshan City..."

Jiang Shentong's breathing became heavy.

"Millions of people? No, that Qingjiu Daoist has no blood on his body, and his Jiuyao rank seems to be a 'demon slaying master'..."

At this point, without waiting for Jiang Shentong to answer, Yang Jian had already guessed something:
"Captive demons?!"

The practice of raising demons in captivity to complete the ceremony has existed since ancient times, and Yang Jue has heard of it a lot, but most of them are in the Eastern Wilderness, Western Desert and other places, and Nanling alone should not have such things.

Because Nanling is the land of monster races, there are countless monster races in the mountains, so why bother raising them in captivity?
"Yes!"

As if seeing that Yang Qiu was suspicious, Jiang Shentong gritted his teeth and said:
"Fellow Daoists, do you have any doubts? The Immortal Sect is already hostile to the demon clan, and has been fighting continuously for tens of thousands of years. Then why did the Cangjiang Sect raise demons in captivity to complete the ceremony?"

"Probably guessed some..."

Yang Jue frowned slightly, feeling suddenly in a bad mood.

"The old thief of sake is the 'monster slaying master'. The ritual before his promotion is to slay hundreds of demons and save all people. It is the purest level of immortality, but..."

The corners of Jiang Shentong's eyes were twitching:
"Slaying monsters comes first, saving people comes after! Going into the mountains to kill monsters can't save people, but monsters like to live in mountains and forests, and unless they hold a ceremony, they rarely go down the mountain..."

"So, I kept it in captivity by myself."

Yang Ju's expression was cold.

Even if the secular dynasty has someone who raises bandits and is self-respecting, he will not be surprised that the sect will raise demons in captivity.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't hate...

"fine……

Jiang Shentong, who was in grief, seemed to have heard Yang Yu's words, and looked up in astonishment: "What, what?"

"It's a good thing he didn't die..."

As the gang wind whistled, Yang Jue activated the magnetic mana, which pierced through the sea of ​​clouds like a rainbow, and disappeared in the dust.

"not dead……"

After Jiang Shentong was stunned, he chased after him.

Huhu~
Yang Jue straddled the sea of ​​clouds turbulent, his eyes were cold, and thoughts in his heart fluctuated.

Jiang Shentong's words made him feel extremely bad, but it also reminded him of some words in the book of Lun Jie.

"Calamity is always related. Dao fruit is both good fortune and calamity!"

What if one day the ritual he wants to perform cannot be completed, or he deviates from the precepts?
boom!
Pushing through the sea of ​​clouds with one step, Yang Jue's eyes fell on Qianshan City, or in other words, Wudoumen, which was full of people.

That is……

"Where is my way..."

　Well, good night everyone... go to bed early
　
(End of this chapter)