The First Cause of All Realms

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Whoosh!

On the top of the mountains, Henry Zhang stands by the wind, and people are naturally integrated with the mountains, the wind, the clouds, and even this piece of heaven and earth.

"Heaven and man are in sympathy, standing upright without shadows..."

In the small courtyard, the old woman's eyes glowed with brilliance, and she couldn't help but pat her hands in admiration:

"It's really impressive to be able to realize the qualities that are almost magical from the micro martial arts."

"This is what you call the way of 'human immortals'? The old man is very curious, how did you do it?"

Her voice is neither high nor low, but it is enough to be heard, the wind does not disperse, and the distance is not a problem. . .

"As the ancestors said, Dao fruit comes from heaven and earth, and supernatural power is the manifestation of Dao. Then, my generation of warriors imitate heaven and earth, and they can also realize supernatural power."

Henry Zhang responded indifferently:

"I will call it a divine treasure."

"Shen Zang? Unexpectedly, at the end of the last catastrophe when the immortals and demons withered, it is possible to give birth to such a great descendant as you."

The old woman's eyes became more and more astonished:

"Perhaps, you can really break through the barriers of Wu Sheng. Create an era that belongs to you Henry Zhang..."

In her eyes, the mountains seem to have no secrets, even if they are more than ten miles away, and there are mountains and forests in front of them, they can see clearly.

Under the scorching sun, Henry Zhang stood with phoenix wings and gold gilt, and under the scorching sun, there was only a faint shadow.

Just a line...

"You shouldn't have failed. If you die, I'm afraid that this road will be broken..."

"you are wrong."

Henry Zhang shook his head.

"What's wrong?" The old woman was curious.

"The martial arts of today is the result of countless martial artists from ancient times to the present, and it is the conclusion of Lu Chen Kaiwu, Bodhidharma's combing, and sloppy Taoists!

Generations of masters, great masters, and martial sages have developed bit by bit. "

Henry Zhang said lightly:

"There has never been an era of Henry Zhang, only Henry Zhang in the era. At this point in martial arts, someone will eventually take that step.

Without me, there are others.

This road can't be stopped! "

His voice was calm and quiet, but the old woman could smell the strong and outrageous martial arts will.

The unremarkable old man in front of him seems to have undertaken thousands of years of martial arts, and his strength is so strong that she can't help but pay attention.

"Great will, unfortunately, you have gone the wrong way. Martial arts are tasteless after all, how about Dacheng, and how about opening the way?"

The old woman shook her head regretfully:

"A road destined to be cut off is meaningless at all."

She had to admit that when she saw it today, something on Henry Zhang's body made her look sideways, but that was all.

What about Martial Dao Dacheng?

Shoulder-to-shoulder supernatural powers?

But magical powers are only the beginning of the road to immortal Buddhas, the road to eternal life...

If you want to eat steamed buns, just buy one, why go to wasteland, weeding, planting, fertilizing, watering, harvesting...

With Henry Zhang's mind and understanding, if he doesn't follow the martial arts, his achievements are high, and maybe he can catch up with himself.

pity…

"You do not understand."

Henry Zhang sneered.

"do not know?"

The old woman laughed, and there was subtlety in her words:

"Your two gods, one is in Linlong Dao, Dingzhou, and the other is in Longyuan Dao, Qingzhou. Is it or not?"

call!

Silently, a violent wind blew out of Henry Zhang's body, rolling over the clouds and mist, shaking the mountains and forests, and shaking his clothes.

Boom!

There seemed to be thunder in the mountains.

Henry Zhang didn't move, but his body changed like a world-shaking change.

In less than an instant, his body surface was covered with golden armor, which was the real magic weapon of the tenth-rank undefeated Tiangang.

It is like the great roc that flutters its wings in mythology, like the peacock that swallows the Buddha when the time comes.

"Zhang Xuanba..."

In the small courtyard, the clouds surged, and the old woman murmured.

In an instant, she seemed to have seen in her people countless geniuses who have overcome obstacles and thorns in the martial arts for thousands of years.

It is dense as a forest and as deep as a sea.

Lu Chen, Ba Zun, Bodhidharma, sloppy Taoist...

Familiar, unfamiliar, there are many, and so on, just like those who have left a lot of marks in the years.

They were all resurrected on the person in front of them.

boom!

An indescribably strong will soared into the sky.

People are like the rising sun, blooming with dazzling golden light that can be seen for ten or a hundred miles.

In an instant, he no longer had any old age, his white hair turned black, the wind and frost disappeared, and his old age was gone. Instead, it was his unparalleled will to push the world horizontally and vertically and horizontally.

Domineering, fierce, and arrogant.

"Old witch!"

In the scorching golden light, Henry Zhangba was hunting in his clothes and breathing like a god.

"Give me someone!!"

…

…

uh~

Eagles cry in the sky.

The eagle is free, and the goshawk that has been trapped in one place for a long time, once flying, is like a wild horse, rushing in the sea of ​​​​clouds.

Yang Yu sat quietly on the back of the eagle, sensing his own changes.

The supernatural powers enter the soul and manifest themselves in the body. Once a breakthrough is made, it can be used freely, and there is no possibility of losing control.

It's just the surge of power, which inevitably oppresses the physique of horizontal training, which is already the slowest.

The physical struggle is the most water-milling time with no shortcuts. Even if Yang prison has devoted a lot of hard work, he still can't catch up with other martial arts.

After all, the time to practice martial arts is still too short.

It can't compare to those who have been famous for decades.

However, Zhen Gang greatly made up for this defect. His True Gang had the strengths of the three supernatural powers. Among them, the essence of King Kong's indestructible body was completely inherited.

Although the grade is not too high, it can barely support it.

"The ritual of suppressing the evil seal..."

Yang prison muttered to himself.

He was still a little elusive about the ceremony that started suddenly.

Even if he stimulated Zhang Lingfeng and asked him to rebel in advance, it had nothing to do with him at the root.

Because he will always betray.

Could it be that if he didn't exist, he would keep his own way?

"The specific reason may only be answered by seeing Zhang Lingfeng."

Yang Prison pressed his thoughts.

At this time, the goshawk chirped again.

The stamina of birds is not as good as that of dragons and horses. If they fly in one day, they must rest for at least half a day, otherwise they may fall into the sky due to lack of energy.

Although Yang Yu was impatient, he couldn't change it, so he had to let the goshawk fall into the clouds.

Boo!

The goshawk fell into the sky in relief, gliding over more than ten miles, and landed toward a mountain forest.

"Um?!"

At this time, Yang Prison seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly called out the goshawk. In the latter's aggrieved cry, he turned it around and flew more than ten miles into the distance.

It just fell into the sky.

In the evening, the clouds in the sky are like fire, the autumn wind blows on the earth, and there are wheat waves as far as the eye can see. Between Baizhou and Daocheng, there is the largest plain in Longyuan Dao.

The Longyuan River passes through here, nourishing the fertile fields on both sides.

Looking down from the sea of ​​​​clouds, passing through the endless wheat waves and busy farmers in autumn, Yang Yu's eyes narrowed slightly and landed on a temple.

call!

As the air roared, Yang Prison descended from the sky and landed in front of the temple. The few little monks who were horrified ran back to the temple shouting.

Through the open door, Yang Prison saw the familiar martial arts field.

The yellow mud was pressed and repaired and leveled, just like the martial arts field he saw when he refined the Qinglong Yanyue Sword.

The difference is that here, the old prince who was dying on the rocking chair and the little girl who practiced boxing with a straight face were gone.

Instead, a group of young monks ran in fright.

"Jingxin Temple."

Yang Yu glanced at it: "If you hang a plaque, will your heart be calm?"

"Amitabha."

In the calm sound of the Buddha's trumpet, a middle-aged monk with a jade-like face stepped out: "As you said, it can't be quiet."

"Zhang Lingying?"

"it's me."

The middle-aged monk nodded and admitted, "Master Yang can also call me 'Yuanying', which is my name after I became a monk."

"You sent someone to see me?"

Yang Prison looked at the monk.

King Longyuan had only one wife and three sons in his life. The eldest died in the Battle of Horses Treading Rivers and Lakes more than 20 years ago, and the second was imprisoned for many years.

But compared to these two, the third child has the lowest sense of existence.

It is said that he became a monk when he was young and was completely separated from his family. Few people knew about him.

"Actually, it's not just you."

The monk Yuanying put his hands together and sighed softly:

"Yu Fangzhou, Nanshanba, Lin Qitian, Wei Zhengxian... I have sent people to invite them."

"How is the result?"

Yang Prison asked.

The aura of this monk is very similar to that of the old monk Yuanjue he had killed. King Kong's body is still on fire.

Looking at its breath, it seems that it has only exchanged blood nine times, which is a long way from the real astral.

However, it seems that there is also a Dao fruit?

Buddha's fruit?

"Unsatisfactory."

Yuan Ying is silent:

"You were the first to choose to see me, no one else..."

"Actually, it's on the way."

Yang Yu was outspoken.

If it wasn't because the goshawk was exhausted and needed a rest, and he saw this familiar martial arts arena again, he probably wouldn't have come to see this monk.

A monk who has been expelled from the genealogy, even if he wants to do something, there is nothing he can do.

Going home is a real homecoming.

Not just a shave...

"...It's okay to drop by."

Yuan Ying hesitated for a moment, and invited him: "It's getting late, how about Master Yang resting inside?"

"No need."

Yang Yu refused: "If you have something to say, forget about eating, Yang is not happy with meat."

"Amitabha."

Yuanying sighed, but did not invite again. Yu Guang swept around and said:

"The poor monk's invitation is to persuade you not to go to Longyuan City."

"Oh?"

Yang prison raised his eyebrows.

"According to the knowledge of the poor monk, the master has the fruit of the Tao, and there is a high probability that he is a ghost or a god..."

Yuanying got straight to the point, very straightforward:

"According to the records of the Buddhist scriptures, when UU was reading www.uukanshu.com in ancient times, my Longyuan Dao was the pasture of Yin Si. From ancient times to the present, all Dao fruits from Longyuan are related to ghosts and gods."

He didn't hide it, he told everything he knew.

"Yinsi Ranch..."

"The 'judge' dao fruit possessed by the second brother can almost be regarded as the master of the yin division, but all ghosts and gods dao fruit are restrained by him..."

At the end, Yuanying's expression became heavy:

"The judge eats ghosts and gods..." The fastest update and error-free novel reading, please visit the mobile phone, please visit: