The First Cause of All Realms

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Huhu~

The goshawk swung across the sky, and the air flow was soaring.

At a certain moment, the eagle sat cross-legged on his back, and Yang Yu, who was struggling, opened his eyes, and the **** dog stood up with a 'shuh', very vigilant.

"Is this Daoist breath?!"

He pointed between his eyebrows, his heart opened, and then looking into the distance, he noticed an unusual aura, cold and vast.

This kind of aura was very close to those Taoist priests from Moyun Sect who used the Shenfeng Suppressing Demon Order in Deyang Mansion.

It is the breath of raising the altar and performing Taoism.

In the martial arts, the 'Dao fog', which is made into it, is somewhat similar to the breath when the magical power is triggered.

It's just that compared to the poor Taoist priests of Moyunmen, the aura he sensed at this time was a thousand times greater?

Peeping in front of my mind, I only felt that the tide was surging, like a river bursting its embankment.

"Such a powerful Daoist aura..."

Yang Yu's eyes flickered, urging the eagle to speed up.

Boo!

The goshawk whimpered and fluttered its wings wildly. The rest time was too short, and its physical strength and spirit were a little sluggish.

This is not something that can be made up for by taking pills.

But it didn't dare to refuse, and had to fly away in the distance.

call!

At a certain moment, Yang Yu's heart suddenly trembled, and a terrifying aura suddenly descended on him.

"A thousand miles to lock the soul?!"

His eyes narrowed, and he looked under the sea of ​​​​clouds.

Hundreds of meters high in the sky could not cover his eyes, and he could see the source of the qi machine almost as soon as he swept away.

That is……

Boo!

The goshawk fell in fright, and fluttered its wings in a hurry to stabilize its figure.

"Go down."

Yang Yu lightly pressed the eagle's back and took a deep breath to soothe its panicked emotions.

woohoo~

A middle-aged man with an unremarkable appearance sat cross-legged on a crouching ox rock that was as tall as one person, playing his flute softly, mixed with the sound of the wind, and fluttering in the distance.

Yang Yu fell on the back of the eagle, separated by li Xu, and looked at the middle-aged man.

He was dressed in clean white clothes, and his physique was slender and well-proportioned, without the slightest hint of edge, but he had the grand master demeanor of Yuanding Yuezhi.

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The flute stopped, and Yang Yu opened his mouth to reveal his identity:

"Wang Muzhi."

Wang Muzhi, a man from the Wanxiang Mountains.

Longyuan Dao martial artist, few do not know this person.

A person born in Confucianism, but ascended to the throne of the first person in Longyuan Martial Arts, not to mention the supernatural powers, but also has a powerful supernatural power similar to "Sprinkling Beans into Soldiers" but actually called "Clone Avatar".

In Xu Wenji's book, the threat of the person in front of him is more than Zhang Lingfeng.

In fact, it was the same. Facing him directly, Yang Yu smelled an extremely strong threat, which forced him to drop the goshawk.

"Yang Yu, speaking of it, you can be regarded as my junior brother."

Playing the flute, Wang Muzhi smiled:

"I have been following you all these years. It's no wonder that the teacher values ​​you. There are not many hidden dragons like you in the world."

"Elder Xu has a friendship of half a teacher with me, but it is said that his old man has already kicked you out of the wall, why is it a brother?"

Yang Yu replied indifferently.

Both of them are looking at each other, and they are a little surprised and cautious about each other.

"I'm a teacher for one day and a father for the rest of my life. He doesn't recognize me, but I can't help but recognize him."

Wang Muzhi sighed slightly, pointed to the lying Niu Stone opposite, and motioned for Yang Yu to take his seat:

"Although the spirit bird is good, it still needs to be fucked. Let's take advantage of this time to have a chat."

Yang Yu raised his eyebrows and sat down without fear.

"Have the people from Qiankun Cave looked for you?"

"Um?"

Facing Wang Muzhi, who was asking but determined, Yang Yu's heart moved: "Are you the master of Qiankun Cave?"

"Of course not."

Wang Muzhi was dumbfounded, but also admitted:

"I did join Qiankun Cave, not because of their promises, but because of their ideas."

"Datong World?"

Yang prison said lightly.

For the people in Qiankun Cave, he has great vigilance. In his heart, the harm of this group of people will not be less than that of Lianshengjiao.

A force composed of a group of supernatural powers who think they are superior, but they want to create a world where everyone is equal...

"Except for this."

Wang Muzhi shook his head and said:

"Throughout the ages, in my various Confucian classics, only the ills of 'aristocratic families gaining power, tying together, and officials swallowing people' have been recorded, but no one has ever dared to mention 'the highest imperial power'."

"so what?"

Yang Yu's face was expressionless.

The idea of ​​Qiankun Cave may bring shock to anyone in this world, but he is an exception.

In the past and present, he has always had only awe for the imperial power, and has no intention of surrendering.

Wang Muzhi's eyes moved slightly, and he asked, "Do you know why Yu and the teacher parted ways, they hate each other for decades, and don't see each other again?"

"I don't know, and I'm not interested."

Yang Yu's tone was cold and hard.

Compared with this, he is looking at the person in front of him more, looking for its flaws and shortcomings.

It's just that this middle-aged man just sits casually, but he seems to be in harmony with the heaven and the earth, and the void around his body is connected with his breath, and there are no flaws or flaws at all.

The entrance is opened, and man and nature are one.

"Three thousand years, my Confucianism actually has only two paths, one is to get the ruler to follow the Tao, and the second is to realize the people and follow the Tao."

Wang Muzhi didn't care about Yang Yu's attitude at all, and spoke to himself.

"Know the way of the people."

Yang Yu was startled.

In Confucianism, the monarch to follow the Tao and the enlightened people to follow the Tao are actually not complicated. The former is to persuade the monarch, display their ambitions, and change the world from top to bottom.

The latter is to broaden the wisdom of the people and change the world from the bottom up.

At its root, it is to establish a reasonable human order.

only……

"...Two paths, I have walked one after another, but unfortunately, I found out later that both paths can't work. Especially the latter..."

After speaking, Wang Muzhi sighed deeply.

"Because of power."

Yang prison opened his mouth.

"Yes, it is power."

Wang Muzhi nodded:

"A team of ten cavalrymen can slaughter thousands of people, and those in power throughout the ages don't actually care about the life and death of the people.

Except for the great ancestor of this dynasty, he was born as a beggar, which is really different from the emperors of all dynasties, but these people after him..."

After Yang Yu heard what he said, he suddenly sneered:

"So, you chose Zhang Lingfeng?"

"Actually, I didn't choose him, but..."

Speaking, Wang Muzhi fell silent.

After a while, he changed the subject and asked:

"If the world is in chaos tomorrow, what will you do?"

Before Yang Yu could answer, he was the first to speak:

"With your martial arts, even if the world is in chaos, you can still retreat to one place and protect your relatives and friends."

Yang Prison frowned:

"What do you want to say?"

Wang Muzhi didn't answer and said to himself:

"But once the world is in great chaos, there will be wars everywhere, the flames of war will start a prairie fire, alien races will enter the border, and groups of heroes will compete for hegemony.

The old order has collapsed, you can no longer obtain medicinal pills, the entry of martial arts has plummeted, and the output of a small town is not even enough to support your current state? "

Yang Yu frowned more and more.

As his martial arts became higher and higher, he rarely met people he couldn't see through at all.

But at this moment, he found that he couldn't understand the first great master of Longyuan Dao at all, and he didn't know what he wanted to do.

"You'll get out!"

Wang Muzhi is certain:

"It's not just you, there are masters with names and surnames in the world, but if he can't eat and drink dew, then even if he is a martial artist, he can't avoid it."

"what do you want to say in the end?"

Yang Yu interrupted his words in a deep voice.

"I just want to ask you one more question."

"What?"

Wang Muzhi was playing the flute, and his eyes were deep and clear, as if they could reflect a human figure:

"Are you willing to live under someone else's fence?"

hum!

This sound was deafening, and Yang Yu only felt the sound of thunder in his ears, and his body couldn't help shaking, and he subconsciously held down the handle of the knife.

But in front of Wang Muzhi, his figure slowly faded, and in a few moments, he disappeared in front of his eyes.

"I see."

Before disappearing, he had a smile on his face.

Supernatural powers, avatars? !

"What did he understand?!"

Yang Yu released the hilt of the knife, recalling Wang Muzhi's words, a strange feeling rose in his heart.

He said so much in the fog, not like a dialogue between enemies, but like an aide coming up with ideas?

There is a kind of illusion of persuading him to rebel and become a king...

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Boom!

The terrifying blood energy burned like a scorching sun, and the terrifying light and heat burned away the ubiquitous mist.

Aware of the strangeness and crisis, Wei Zhengxian and Lin Qitian couldn't hold back any longer, so they made a bold move.

This shot, both of them have no reservations.

Lin Qitian bends the bow and takes the arrow. True Gang and blood energy are intertwined on the arrow. Once the arrow is sent, it will divide itself into two, and two will become four.

It's just a blink of an eye, and it's already filling the sky.

Like a terrifying meteor shower, it penetrated through many fog barriers and locked all the avoidance positions where Zhang Lingfeng was.

Even more intimidating Yu Jing and Ren Xiaoxiao, who were watching the battle from afar.

And even more vicious than him, is Wei Zhengxian!

The terrifying blood qi rose into the sky, Wei Zheng first used his innate qi, and stepped out in one step, and a whirlwind was blown up to ten feet, ten feet, and even within a hundred feet.

Fang Tianhuaji, which was as red as an old iron, fell across the sky, as if carrying the weight of a mountain, the wind and thunder were turbulent, almost swaying the ubiquitous fog.

"The Dojo of Life and Death..."

Facing the killing blow of the two great masters, this time, Zhang Lingfeng did not dodge again, but closed his eyes and recited the ancient song.

The desolate and ancient voice echoed on the huge plain, and everyone who heard it only felt a chill in their hearts.

Boom!

As the voice reverberated, a huge amount of fog rioted, swelled, and boiled over it.

At this moment, all the onlookers seemed to fall into a momentary trance.

hum!

Yu Jing's pupils shrank.

The thick fog was surging, as if thousands of long snakes were converging, and before he could see it, he actually saw a huge phantom.

Although the phantom was only intertwined with fog, and he couldn't see the clothes and appearance, the moment he saw it, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

In a trance, he seemed to see a ghost with a majestic face.

Standing on the wilderness, he was taller than Longyuan Daocheng, holding an ancient scroll phantom in one hand and a huge wolf pen in the other.

This is……

Swish!

Closing his eyes for a moment, Zhang Lingfeng opened his eyes.

Wei Zhengxian and Lin Qitian are both heroes of the world, and even if he tried his best, he could only try his best to save his life.

Limited by his cultivation, his Dao technique could not hurt the two of them at all, and even showed signs of being countered.

But he is more than Taoism.

His method altar does more than just Taoism.

"Your name, this king has been in possession of it for seventeen years..."

The faint voice is like Devil May Cry.

All Zhang Lingfeng's emotions disappeared, and all kinds of things flashed before his eyes.

During the more than ten years of being banned, under the guidance of his teacher, he learned all kinds of Taoism and other techniques, and mastered the magical power of unity since childhood.

Kill!

The first thing he picked up and wrote on was the most famous Longyuan Dao at that time, the Three Heroes of Longyuan!

And this magical power of his, there is no difficulty in writing, just find the roster that records his name.

The real difficulty lies in hooking!

Hook its name, put out its life, swallow its soul!

The reason why he broke through the entrance is precisely because the 'Canghai', 'Yuan Fei' and others who were written down by him died one after another!

Swish!

Zhang Lingfeng's eyes no longer saw the slightest white, red ink droplets like blood, and at this time, dripping from the tip of the wolf's pen.

"Um?!"

The moment the ghosts and gods appeared, Wei Zhengxian's mind was shocked, only to feel that the crisis covered all the light like a sky.

"Magic?!"

In a trance, I only felt that the two of them stood on top of a yellowed and incomplete ancient scroll, and a large pen like a Tianzhu fell.

In the ear, there is a terrible shout in an unknown language:

"Today, there are mortals Wei Zhengxian and Lin Qitian who have angered the gods, and the gods use the yin rule to deprive all life essence and enter the endless hell!"

Boom!

The terrifying sound of the gods spread through the fog, shaking the sky and the earth, and everyone who heard it was horrified, even Ren Xiaoxiao and others felt their hearts go cold.

Until, with a sonorous sound, the sound of weeping blood was revealed:

"Zhang Lingfeng!"

boom!

It seemed that someone kicked down the furnace, that was Lin Qitian's life-saving blood, and Wang Yang's blood was rising.

What urges it out is a golden glow that is like a substance.

Domineering is the real Gang!

As a sharp archer, Lin Qitian couldn't remember how long he hadn't been so violent in urging this real asshole.

This time, he only felt that he had returned to the battlefield of the golden iron horse!

"Do you think that you are the only one with supernatural powers?!"

In less than a thousandth of an instant, Lin Qitian had already woken up from the drowsiness.

His body was like a long bow, his fists and arms were like arrows, and he attacked Zhang Lingfeng with his arms wide open and his expression terrifying.

boom!

Almost at the same time, Wei Zhengxian also roared, his arms raised to meet the giant pen.

The reaction of the two is not unpleasant, and the cooperation is not unfamiliar, but all the people who are watching feel cold in their hearts.

In the crowd, Yu Lingxian's heart was full of chills.

Not just by being surprised by the supernatural power~www.wuxiaspot.com~, but also because of Zhang Lingfeng's scheming.

This second son, who seems to be precarious and not favored by everyone, not only learned a powerful Taoist technique, but also in the past ten years.

Without anyone discovering it, the Daocheng has almost been refined into an altar that fits its own magical powers and can increase blessings!

Such scheming, such terror, made her tremble.

"spirits."

Zhang Lingfeng raised his head indifferently, looked at Lin Qitian who was rushing to kill, and the corners of his mouth turned hideous:

"The judge wants people to die in the third watch, who will keep them in the fifth watch?!"

boom!

There was no sound in his ears, and the moment he raised his arms, what Wei Zhengxian felt was not the mighty force he imagined.

He is gifted with extraordinary talent, his arms are stronger than the four elephants, and his body is nearly ninth rank, which is enough to wrestle with any great master.

The phantom of the giant pillar, like a wolf's pen, was not unexpectedly held up by him.

However, after Juli, it is the extreme cold!

Straight as if the body is like a firefly, and the wind is full of gusts, and under the terrible storm, it may be blown out of the fire at any time.

"If I die, brothers..."

Between life and death, there is a decision.

Before Wei Zhengxian's thoughts flashed through his mind, there was a buzzing sound in his chest, his blood was boiling, and he was about to shatter the furnace.

He was never afraid of death in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood all his life.

only……

Boom!

At this moment, a white light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

"General Wei, there will be times when you are so embarrassed..."

What is this sound?

Wei Zhengxian's eyes were in a trance, and he saw a palm suddenly passing through the void, and his slender five fingers bent and stretched, like a blooming lotus rising up.

As high as the sky, facing the wolf's huge pen:

"I'm coming!!" (To be continued)