The First Cause of All Realms

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Boom!

The turbulent thunder and fire gushed out from the earth, and gushed out from all parts of the cave, like a fire lotus wrapping the entire Ape Ming Valley.

The terrifying air waves swept the endless smoke and dust billowed dozens of meters into the sky, like a mushroom cloud that was about to destroy everything blooming.

Outside the Yuanming Valley, Lin An and the other Jinyiwei were horrified, but before they could react, they were swept up and drowned by the terrifying air waves.

"Qi Tou!"

Lin An split the air waves and stepped forward, but saw the fire blazing into the sky, the smoke filled the air, and the extremely turbulent water pulses tumbling into the sky.

Boo!

The white crane soared into the sky, carrying Taoist Miao Miao in a panic and flew to the heights. Niu San looked down in awe, and he saw fire and water in the smoke and dust.

The water veins were blasted!

"ended."

Looking at the extremely turbulent explosion in the picture conveyed by the mist, a sigh appeared on Nie Wendong's dull face.

Thousands of thunderbolts devastated the valley and buried his decades of gloom.

Erase his last flaw.

For this explosion, he has been planning for decades, paying too much and too heavy.

Wife, daughter, and unborn granddaughter.

"It won't be long."

Nie Wendong let out a deep breath:

"What I owe you will be returned to you in the future..."

Boom!

The extremely violent explosion sounded like rolling muffled thunder and spread beyond the altar, so much so that the old monk Yuanjue was awakened.

"This is?"

Yuanjue looked up, suddenly startled.

Originally a bright sky, I don't know when there is a trace of ink smudged, and it seems that dark clouds are gathering...

Is this going to rain? !

Feeling the air that seemed to have suddenly become humid, and watching Nie Wendong slowly descending from the foggy altar, the old monk was a little dazed.

"Master Nie, are you begging for rain?!"

begging for rain?

At this question, Nie Wendong was a little stunned, and immediately smiled:

"That's it."

Burning drought, heavy rain.

The surging thunder and fire drowned the valley, and naturally also burned out the drought. It is not an exaggeration to say that this rain is because of him...

"Amitabha."

Yuanjue recited the Buddha's name loudly, dispelling that strange thought.

Asking for rain is not something that ordinary Taoism can do, and asking for rain in such a dry place for two years is not something that just seven altars can do.

Up to now, he has not recognized what kind of Taoism this Nie Wendong is using...

"Master, rest."

Nie Wendong glanced back at the altar and turned to leave. This altar will never be used again.

In the backyard, Yang Xuanying sat and drank tea while looking out into the sky.

The perception of the blood-changing warriors is excellent, and the subtle changes in the air cannot be concealed from him, and the gradually gathering dark clouds are naturally more eye-catching.

"Burning drought, heavy rain falls"

He muttered to himself slightly, looked at Nie Wendong who was walking slowly, and smiled:

"Master Nie is really a good means, a good means!"

Looking at Nie Wendong who came slowly, Yang Xuanying's eyes were filled with admiration, but more alert and fearful.

He has seen too many ruthless people in his life, perhaps more ruthless than the person in front of him, but he has never had one.

"It's not something to brag about."

Nie Wendong shook his head slightly, his face expressionless.

"Why is it not worth boasting about? If Lord Nie's move is successful, it will surely be remembered by countless people. Compared to you, that happy monk three thousand years ago looks bleak."

Yang Xuanying smiled and was a little curious:

"It's just that I'm a little curious. You spent so much energy to erase the beginning and the end. No one should know your secrets in this world. Why do you want to tell me?"

his mind pondered.

"If not, why do you trust Mr. and the Prince?"

Nie Wendong's eyes were deep:

"The old man's classmate still needs the prince to take care of..."

"Xu Wenji?"

Yang Xuanying understood in his heart.

If there is anything to be afraid of in front of this person, I am afraid that it is only the old man Xu.

Nie Wendong was silent.

"If the prince makes a move, naturally there will be no one who can make things difficult for you in this Longyuan Dao, even Xu Wenji..."

Yang Xuanying said with a pause, pretending to be curious and asked:

"It's just that Yang is still a little curious. Everyone knows the unpredatory nature of Taoism. In three thousand years, there seems to be no precedent for success. Where did you learn about it?"

"There's always a way."

Nie Wendong smiled and did not answer.

"If you don't answer this one, don't say that one. Then Yang will not be able to practice this blood-turning pill."

Yang Xuanying replied indifferently.

He knew a thing or two about how Nie Wendong plundered Daoguo, but he still wanted to know how this person did it.

More importantly, this person is too dangerous. If you don't ask clearly, he is really afraid that he will also be counted and become a stepping stone for others.

"Mr. Yang really wants to know? It's okay."

Seeing his firm attitude, Nie Wendong narrowed his eyes slightly, then returned to normal, and said lightly:

"The characteristics of the fruit of the dungeon are immortality, neither birth nor extinction. Those who have this fruit, even if the body is destroyed, have the opportunity to be reborn.

The old man managed to destroy all the scorpions and ghouls, so her only two bloodlines are the old man and the main material for refining the blood-turning pill..."

"It turns out that it's no wonder that you want to refine the blood-turning pill, in order to be foolproof."

Yang Xuanying praised again and again, pressed the fear in her heart, and said:

"Every preparation for refining the 'Bloodline Transfer Great Pill' has been made, where is the 'main material'?"

"Carry."

Nie Wendong unfolded his sleeves and took out a fist-sized blood-colored jar.

"So cruel, so cruel."

Seeing this jar, Yang Xuanying's eyelids couldn't help but jump.

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boom!

The dark clouds covered the sun, the ink color invaded the sky, and countless thunder dragons and electric snakes rolled away in the dark sky.

The torrential rain fell on the mountains and the earth, and the entire Deyang Mansion was shrouded in the heavy rain.

Some were kneeling and crying in the heavy rain, some were laughing wildly, some were swallowing rainwater, and many more were crying silently.

After nearly three years, the arrival of this autumn rain could not solve anything, but it came unexpectedly. This drought that affected millions of people has completely passed.

Day, night...

This heavy rain lasted for four days and three nights, and it seemed that he wanted to pay back all the rain that he owed in the previous two years.

On the fifth day after the heavy rain, the sky just cleared up, and the brighter and brighter sun shone down on the creek between the mountains and the river that was no longer dry.

In the year of severe drought, all things are bleak, and the number of people affected by the disaster is as high as millions, but there are some special places, and the disaster is less.

Jiagou Village is such a place.

This is a very small and very small village. At first, it was just a family. Later, it developed and grew, but it was only a few dozen households.

Their ancestors fled into the mountains in the previous dynasty, and after the peace of the world, they never came out of the mountains, and they rarely dealt with outside the mountains.

After two years of severe drought, the village suffered a lot, but firstly, the family had surplus food, and secondly, the ditch and spring that passed through the village never dried up, so they did not escape from the famine.

"It's finally sunny!"

Shaking his wet clothes, Jia Liuzi breathed a sigh of relief.

This heavy rain was too fierce. At first, every household in the village was frantically receiving water, but later, when the river was pouring back, water was everywhere, and instead, he was worried about mudslides.

Fortunately, the rain has passed.

"Six sons, where are you going?"

Someone saw Jia Liu and greeted him.

"It's raining, I'll go to the mountain to see, maybe there are some bugs and fish to eat."

Jia Liu greeted him casually and walked out of the village.

"I'm afraid you have a bag on your head! It's been dry for a long time, how can there be any fish and shrimp, really!"

The man rolled his eyes and ignored it.

"call!"

Jia Liu ignored him. He often went out of the village because he had a litter of dogs that were raised in the mountains.

After more than two years of severe drought, the livestock in the village have long been eaten, not to mention the guard dogs, even the old hens that lay eggs have been killed and eaten.

But he didn't want to kill his own dogs, so he kept them in the mountains. It's strange that people are starving and can't survive these days. Although these dogs are skinny, they still survive.

After leaving the village in a hurry, without noticing anyone, Jia Liufang breathed a sigh of relief, turned around a few small hills, and walked to an inaccessible shaded place.

"Wang Wang!"

He called softly twice, and in the small cave covered by hay, a few fluffy heads stuck out.

"Where's Little Black?"

Jia Liu lovingly rubbed a few skinny little things, his complexion changed.

When he was released, his dog was pregnant with a litter. It was born a few months ago. Although a few died of starvation, three survived. One of them was black, and he especially liked it.

At this time, I swept away, and my heart suddenly screamed.

"Wang Wang!"

Jia Liuzheng was looking for it anxiously, when he suddenly heard a faint sound in the distance, he was overjoyed and hurriedly searched for it.

After a while, he saw the little black dog running towards him.

"Where did you go, little guy?"

He reached out to hug him, but the little guy shook his head, bit his trouser leg with a low whimper, and pulled him to the other side.

"Hey?"

Jia Liu responded quickly, surprised and happy:

"Have you found something to eat?"

"Wang Wang!"

The little black dog barked repeatedly, ran towards the distance, turned back in three steps, and led Jia Liu over.

Not long after, Jia Liu heard the sound of running water, and only then did he realize that he had actually walked to the water ditch spring.

The ditch springs are groundwater, not mountain water, so not only did they not dry up, but also underground fish were washed up from time to time, and he naturally came here a lot.

But when he glanced at it, he was suddenly shocked.

"people?!"

Jia Liuhe took two steps back~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In a canal not far away, there was a corpse lying on his stomach. The corpse seemed to have been severely burned and soaked in water for many days. He was holding a copper The mirror's arm looked a little swollen.

But looking at his clothes, he is obviously not an ordinary person.

"Wang Wang!"

The little black dog wagged its tail cheerfully and barked a few times. Seeing that Jia Liu couldn't come, he jumped up and licked the face of the corpse.

"Hey, I can't eat it!"

Jia Liu was in a hurry, he was about to run up, but after just two steps, he suddenly froze and fell to the ground in horror.

The shapeless corpse that was blistered by the fire, I don't know when, actually opened its eyes!

"Nie Wendong!"