The First Cause of All Realms

Climb high to see far.

The faint moonlight calmed the hustle and bustle of the Deyang Mansion during the day, and the night was everywhere, covering the sky and the earth, and also covering the hungry people inside and outside the city.

Nine stories high, on the top of Chunfeng Building, ten feet away, Yang Yu sat cross-legged, with a jar of fine wine and several stacks of side dishes in front of him.

In addition to eating and drinking, you can also overlook the south of the city from afar.

His eyesight far surpassed that of eagles and falcons. Within a thousand feet, he could see everything clearly, even the cilia of mosquitoes, male and female were clearly visible.

Naturally, in the mansion, seven complete altars were built, and the old monk Yuanjue was waiting outside the altar.

The thin mist above the altars that can cover his eyesight is enough to show that these altars have been used, but he did not feel the slightest danger.

For more than ten days, most of the time at night, Yang Prison sat here quietly, observing the mansion in the south of the city, waiting for Nie Wendong's attack.

For Taoism, even now he is afraid, but while Taoism has great power, it also has great flaws.

The fog, or the place where Taoism works, is limited.

After the achievement of his mind and eyes, his perception of the outside world has become more and more acute. If there is a Dao technique acting on him, or covering his place, he will definitely sense it.

It's just that he didn't feel the same at this time.

Different from what he had experienced before, the fog just shrouded the seven altars, without the slightest vent, as if it was just to hide the sight of outsiders.

"What is he doing?"

Yang Yu shook his wine glass, a little surprised.

As Xu Wenji had expected, in less than half a month, Nie Wendong had already set up the altar, and even got on the altar, preparing to perform Taoism.

It's just that the thin mist has always shrouded the seven altars, neither increasing nor decreasing, which shows that his Taoism is not external, but limited to the scope of the altar.

This is very strange.

"To make a fool of yourself?"

Yang Yu frowned, his heart moved, the living dead who were lying in ambush in the dark night had already risen with the wind, the rabbit rose and the falcon fell to the high platform, shooting a black iron arrow from the other direction!

boom!

Sonic boom.

After recuperating for half a month, the living dead have recovered their vitality.

With Yang Prison's control over the environment, no matter where he is, the arrow will never fail, and the angle he chooses must be the best and most accurate.

The arrow was shot, just to avoid the protection of the four guards of Fengyun, Dragon and Tiger, and it was just before the altar.

However…

"Amitabha."

The sound of the Buddha's trumpet came at the same time, and just as the arrow was about to be poured into the altar, a palm glowing with golden light suddenly appeared, blocking the arrow's burst.

This palm glowed with golden light, which was very eye-catching in the night. It was as full as the moon, and its fingers were as round and shiny as ivory.

puff!

There was no movement in the palm of the hand, and the black iron arrow, which could pierce through iron armor and walls, seemed to have suffered a huge shock, and in an instant, it turned into flying ashes.

The monk's robe rolled over and fell down.

Yuanjue stood in front of the altar, and his tall figure was as unshakable as a copper wall.

Seems to be able to see in the dark.

He saw that on the high building in the west, there was a man in black robe standing by the wind, holding a big bow, carrying many arrows on his back, like a peacock with an open screen.

Upstairs in the north spring breeze, there are red clothes like fire, dancing with the wind, like a flying dragon, the momentum is heavy and powerful, although it is holding a wine glass, it seems to be ready to kill at any time.

"King Kong is not bad."

After drinking all the wine in the glass, Yang Yu had fear in his eyes.

This is suspected to be an old monk sent by the people behind Nie Wendong. His martial arts are extremely strong, and what he is more afraid of than his martial arts is the almost indestructible golden body.

The King Kong of Lanke Temple is not bad, completely abandoning the means of defeating the enemy, but also creating a terrifying physical defense!

Almost unbreakable in the same class.

If only that was the case, what was even more terrifying was its anti-shock power. Yu Wanghai struck with all his strength, almost killing him.

This martial art has a huge restraint on the fist and palm, especially the self who is pressing others. If there is no mustard seed space, the fight will suffer a big loss that day.

This old monk is not good at killing, he can't kill him, but if he wants to kill him, it is also extremely difficult, and the golden body is hard to break.

If it was during the entanglement, Nie Wendong would violently attack, with the power of Taoism that only seven altars could carry, even Yang Prison at this time was not sure that he could resist it.

"It's not a good thing to provoke such a young genius..."

A strange color flashed in Yuanjue's eyes.

Who is the person standing on the top of the Spring Breeze Building by the wind, even if he can't see it, he can guess.

The talent of this Yang Qianhu, even in the Dao City, belongs to the top of the top, and he is not young enough to fight against himself without dying.

It was hard for him to imagine what his achievements would be like decades later.

Not to mention the illusory Martial Saint, at least the possibility of becoming a grandmaster, or even a great grandmaster, is very high, and if someone is willing to support them and find a suitable Dao Fruit, they may not be able to knock on the door of Martial Saint.

Offending such a person, even him, felt a little swaying, but Nie Wendong was a little calm and a little abnormal.

He thought to himself, if he had such an enemy and Taoism, even if he risked the consequences of completely beating Xu Wenji, he would have to kill him before he could.

only…

call!

Suddenly, the mist covering the seven altars dissipated.

Nie Wendong, who was dressed in casual clothes, appeared with a strange **** statue in his hand.

"The statue?"

Yang Yu's eyesight is naturally very good, although the statue is small, he can see it clearly.

It seems to be crying and laughing, like a man and a woman. At first glance, it feels strange, but when he looks closely, he feels more and more strange. He wants to drive his heart, but suddenly his heart skips a beat.

click!

Suddenly, Yang Yu's eyes narrowed.

Just as he stared at the **** statue, the **** statue actually twisted its head like a living creature, and a faint light seemed to flash across its face that seemed to be crying and laughing.

This thing is...

Yang Yu's heart trembled slightly, and he smelled a strong strangeness. The distance was too far, and the Gluttony Cauldron didn't respond, but he was almost certain.

That **** statue is the strange thing Nie Wendong holds, and it is more likely to be the source of his Taoism, a divine seed that was nurtured by a supernatural power.

It's just the appearance of this **** statue, how...

"That **** is born from the heart, or..."

Yang Prison was a little moved.

On the altar, Nie Wendong seemed to be in a good mood. He took out a silk towel and wiped his palms that were not dirty. He looked around the night, and seemed to be looking at the Spring Breeze Tower.

Looking at each other from a distance, they both saw the undisguised murderous intent in each other's eyes.

…

…

In the next few days, Yang Prison was busy refining profound stones, swallowing medicinal pills and practicing exercises, reading files, helping victims of disasters, and interrogating Yu Wanghai's party members who were captured by the Six Gates.

At night, he sits in the Spring Breeze Upstairs, or enters the gluttonous cauldron to sharpen his swordsmanship.

Intensive research on the Nine Kills of Qinglong.

Any superior martial arts is not easy, even if Yang Yu's own swordsmanship is profound, he will not be able to cultivate it to a deep level in a short period of time.

This Qinglong Nine Kills, it seems that there are only nine types of killing moves, in fact, each type contains a complete set of swordsmanship, and only when all the nine sets of swordsmanship are cultivated to the highest level, can one enter and master the ultimate move.

On this day, Yang Prison was practicing, and someone rushed to report that he should go to the government office.

In the past month, the Deyang government office, which had been shut down due to thorough cleaning, resumed operations. Even under such high pressure, there was no shortage of scholars who wanted to become officials.

Hearing that Xu Wenji was cleaning the officialdom in Deyang, scholars from the nearby prefectures and counties flocked, not caring about the continuing drought in Deyang.

For this reason, a large number of people almost died on the road, but they were rescued by Jin Yiwei.

"Master Yang!"

Seeing Yang Prison, the newly appointed government chief greeted him from a distance from a distance. He was neatly dressed, and he no longer looked like the starving people weeping a few days ago.

"How many days does Mr. Kong take office, how do you feel?"

Yang prison glanced at the man.

This Kong Sheng was originally a low-ranking scholar, but this man had a very good vision. After Xu Wenji came to Qingzhou, he was the first to choose to depend on him. Although his talent and knowledge were limited, he still became the prime minister of a government.

Many people are sour in secret.

Yang Yu understood that being an official was not the same as practicing martial arts. It was not only about intelligence and literature, otherwise, Liu Wenpeng would not have been mixed with a county magistrate. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"Master Yang, don't make fun of it."

Kong Sheng nodded and bowed. He didn't dare to show off in front of this person, not to mention his martial arts, his status in the eyes of Mr. Xu alone was a hundred times more than his own.

"Go ahead."

Yang Yu responded casually, and before taking a few steps, he saw Qiu Zhanyu with an extremely ugly face.

"You came."

Qiu Zhanyu heaved a sigh of relief, while Yang Yu's brows twitched, smelling a strong **** smell.

Since the beginning of January, people are bleeding every day in the government office. The smell of blood is not uncommon, but this **** smell is different.

This is a sign of a successful exchange of blood. This success refers to the fourth stage of foundation building, and the exchange of blood is more than twelve times!

"who is it?"

Yang Prison's pace quickened, Qiu Zhanyu was a step behind, but he naturally didn't care about this, and spit out a name with a dignified expression:

"Long Yuanwei, Wang Jingqi."

"Who?!"

This time, Yang Yu was a little moved.

In less than twenty days, how could he forget the great master of swordsmanship and martial arts that is not inferior to himself.

call!

He stepped a little and entered the backyard like a ghost, and with just one glance, he saw Wang Jingqi lying on the bed with a purple-black face.

This master of Long Yuanwei is now full of purple and black, and his breath is like a gossamer. The originally strong blood is like a candle in the wind at this time, and his breath...

"The whole army of Long Yuanwei has been wiped out?"

Yang prison was surprised.

"Not only Long Yuanwei, but also a number of martial arts sects who were attracted by the magic news, all fell to the ground. Only Wang Jingqi managed to escape back to Deyang Mansion."

Xu Wenji let out a long sigh, his face hard to hide:

"That monster is about to be born!"

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