The First Cause of All Realms

Hoo hoo!

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 one, and it is not allowed to enter easily without the law, otherwise, it will be too difficult..."

call!

Before he could finish his sentence, the flying boat turned 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."

This is…

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

Han Xuantong sighed softly.

It is true that this sword fairy Nanling has great supernatural powers, and even this Ruhua Taoist nun is no match, but the Sanchi Taoist has a great sect formation, and behind him is the Wanshi Tianzong...

"So, I kept it in captivity myself."

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

"Without him, I think too much!"

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

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

until someone tapped him on the shoulder.

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

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

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

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

He really couldn't figure it out.

Jiang Daoyou was slightly taken aback.

The practice of keeping demons in captivity to complete the ceremony has existed since ancient times, and Yang Yu has heard of it a lot, but this is mostly in the Eastern Desolation, Western Desert and other places, and Nanling alone should not have such a thing.

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?

Yang Ju's expression was cold.

"Come on!"

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

…

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

Jiang Shentong said no more.

"Fellow Daoists, are you wondering, the Immortal Sect is already hostile to the demon clan, and has been fighting continuously for tens of thousands of years, why does the Cangjiang Sect raise demons in captivity to complete the ceremony?"

"This time, if Nanling Sword Immortal wins, it will be of no use if you go, but if I lose, he will just die if he goes."

He traveled thousands of miles, but he didn't meet any Cangjiangmen disciples on the way, only the usual **** smell that couldn't be dispelled.

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

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

"Why bother?"

The corners of Jiang Shentong's eyes were twitching.

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.

"not dead…"

"One hundred and seventy-seven years ago, the old wine thief of Cangjiang Gate killed millions of my fellow villagers in Dongshan City in order to complete the ceremony..."

As if seeing that Yang Qiu was suspicious, Jiang Shentong gritted his teeth and said, "

"What's the point?"

After Jiang Shentong was stunned, he chased after him.

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

"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..."

"yes!"

"Captive demons?!"

covers hundreds of miles

The vast Cangjiang Gate is in ruins!

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

"over thinking…"

boom!

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

Only Jiang Daoyou stood there sadly, with unspeakable sadness in his heart.

"Fellow Daoist Han, do you know why your Qianyuan Dynasty couldn't be independent from the control of the sect like 'Yongding,' Jincai City, and 'Qiaosuo City,'?"

Yang Ju walked across the surging sea of ​​clouds, his eyes were cold, and thoughts in his heart fluctuated.

"Where is my way..."

"Friend Jiang Dao."

"Millions of people? No, that Qingjiu Daoist has a **** body, and his Jiuyao rank seems to be the 'King of Demon Slayer,...'"

Hoo~

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

"this…"

"Cangjiangmen, destroyed!"

Jiang Shentong's words put him in a bad mood, but it reminded him of some words in Lun Jie's book.

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?

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.

"Master..."

"Um?"

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

However, the Qianyuan Dynasty planned for hundreds of thousands of years, but achieved nothing. Naturally, the reason was that they thought too much!

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

Jiang Shentong suddenly stepped on his mind, moving with the wind, but when he emerged from the shadows again, he couldn't help but gasped.

What if there is Chao Yijing, who cannot complete the ritual he wants to perform, or deviates from the precepts?

Jiang Shentong's breath became lighter.

"Why is Han Xuantong in a daze?"

But that doesn't mean he doesn't like it...

"Forget it."

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

"fine…"

Jiang Shentong made a long bow.

At this point, without waiting for Jiang Shentong to answer, Yang Jian had already guessed something:

"Probably guessed something..."

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.

"Dead in vain?"

Jiang Daoyou smiled wryly.

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

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

But…

There are still people who support the bandits in the secular dynasty, UU Reading www. He himself would not be surprised that the uukanshu.com sect raised demons in captivity.

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

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

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

"Could it be..."

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.

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.

Pushing through the sea of ​​clouds with one step, Yang Jue's eyes fell on Qianshan City, or in other words, this crowded Wudoumen.

"Sanchi Daoist has dominated the Cangjiang Gate for a thousand years, and his formation can reach the Eight Extreme Lords. That one is certainly tyrannical, but he hasn't reached that point yet, right?"