The First Cause of All Realms

Boom!

This is the first real collision between the two in a long time. Zhang Lingfeng's red eyes have not yet reflected the picture, and the overwhelming force is not enough to describe, and it has completely exploded after piercing the golden light spell.

Three, such as a water bag that was punctured by a heavy hammer, the viscous blood plasma exploded into a blood mist in less than an instant. . .

Body Protection Golden Light Curse, True Astral, Blood Qi, True Qi...

The power of the fist was more than destructive, the huge roar could not spread, almost all the blood and flesh were squeezed out, and the skeleton-like figure had been smashed to the ground.

The mud and sand are all raised, and the cracks are cracked.

puff! "

It was only at this time that the sound of the blood mist exploded to everyone's ears.

dead, dead? !

Looking at the bursting blood mist, there was a dead silence inside and outside the plain.

The collision between the two was so fast that the vast majority of people, except for the few great masters present, did not react.

It was only when the blood mist exploded and the figures fell to the ground that the sound waves roared like thunder.

Only then did I realize that the victory and defeat were already divided?

"Won!"

Feeling the weak breath that fell to the bottom of the valley, like a candle in the wind, Lin Qitian finally let go of the bowstring, standing unsteadily for a while, sweating like pulp.

He was seriously injured twice, and even he couldn't support it.

"Yang Prison..."

Yu Jing let go of his ten fingers, the electric light disappeared, looking at the young swordsman standing in the wind, he was shocked for a while.

For many years, he has been in charge of the Wanxiang Mountain one. For the information about this little uncle,

I don't know how many I've seen.

However, even if his expectations for him were raised once, at this time, it seems that they are still low.

He has not yet figured out how Zhang Lingfeng turned Longyuan City into a dojo without deceiving everyone, but its tyranny is self-evident.

In other places, with the methods of Wei Zhengxian and Lin Qitian, one person can suppress and kill him, but here, one person can suppress two great masters.

In fact, if it wasn't for Yang Prison's sudden arrival, there might even be a chance to win the battle and reach the summit.

"Win!"

"This madman is dead!"

"This madman is dead!"

After a brief silence, there were bursts of uncontrollable exclamations from the crowd in the distance, and some even applauded.

Before, under the shadow of ghosts and gods, they almost thought they were dead. At this time, seeing the perpetrator's defeat, their hearts were naturally overwhelmed.

Only the direction of King Longyuan's chariot was silent.

Looking at the blurred and **** figures in the mud, the old woman's heart was sour, and she couldn't help but redden her eyes:

"Second...

Yu Fengxian had no feelings for this second uncle, but seeing the old woman's voice trembling, she could only comfort her.

On the contrary, it was the dying old prince, with a hint of relief on his face, he mustered all his strength and grabbed the old woman's arm.

Strong voice:

"Let him die!"

Seeing the old woman nodded silently, she was relieved and fainted.

Whoosh!

The air wave emptied by Juli filled the vacancy, and the gust of wind blew away the sweat that transpired like a cloud of mist after Yang Prison relaxed.

The multiplied power, under the full urging, is also extremely pressure on him.

This breath, as if spit out a cloud of mist.

crackling~

Returning the knife into the sheath, twisting the muscles and bones lightly, the sound of the bowstring shaking, the tiger roaring and the dragon roaring spontaneously, not long after, the sound became smaller.

Like a continuous pearl falling on a jade plate, it is crisp and pleasant.

The physical torment is long and has no shortcuts, but after bearing the heavy pressure, Yang Yu can feel that his flesh is more compact.

After being hit with a heavy hammer, the impurities are removed, and it feels more powerful.

"call!"

With a mouthful of foul breath, Yang Yu just looked at Zhang Lingfeng, who was roaring and smiling miserably in the ruins.

To be precise, it was only at this time that the fate was clearly seen.

[Zhang Lingfeng] [Fate: White Wolf with Hanging Horns] [Fate: One Purple, Four Gold, Two Red and Two Blue] [The Judge Falls in a Dream (Light Purple), Born Noble (Light Gold), Daoshu Tianjiao (Light Gold), Qi Opens the Entrance (Light Gold), Prince's Life (Light Gold), High-spirited Heart (Light Red), Time Sports Plus (Light Red), Paranoid

(Dark Green), Jairus must be reported (Light Green)] White wolf with hanging horns? Sure enough, the judge...

Yang Yu's eyes narrowed and he landed at the end.

That is,

[The Judgement Ceremony is in progress] The vitality of the Grand Master has exceeded the imagination of ordinary people. Zhang Lingfeng at this moment is like a skeleton that has been stripped of its flesh and bones. Only the skin is attached a little, but there is still a breath.

Even, can make a sound:

"I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled..."

His voice was hoarse and distorted, but Yang Yu didn't have the heart to listen to what he was talking about, and he was about to blow his last breath with his fingers.

He doesn't know what the judge's ritual is, but there is no doubt that the ritual has not been interrupted, which means that the person in front of him has not given up struggling.

"Master Yang."

At this time, a voice from a distance called Yang Prison, it was the old woman who was untied from the qi, blood and inner breath.

This year, nearly ninety years old, the weathered old woman bowed to Warden Yang.

"This is you?"

Yang Yu reached out to help, but frowned.

He thought that the old woman wanted to come to intercede, but he didn't want her to bow, and said:

"The old man gave birth to this evil son, let the old man take care of his sins..."

"Um?"

"grandmother."

Yang Yu raised his eyebrows, but Yu Fengxian was worried and grabbed her sleeve:

"I'll come!"

She couldn't bear it.

The old woman only had three sons in her life. Her father Zaotian and her third uncle became a monk. To a certain extent, Zhang Lingfeng was the only child.

It is too cruel to let her kill her parents and children.

"Hahaha!"

In the intermittent laughter, Zhang Lingfeng actually turned his body over, he stared at the old woman, like crying and laughing:

"Mother, are you still going to kill me..."

The old woman trembled:

"This may be your life..."

"Life!"

Almost coughing out his throat, Zhang Lingfeng's **** face was full of hideous expressions:

"That fruit, didn't you give it to me?!"

"I…"

The old woman's expression darkened, and Yang Yu suddenly shot, one step ahead of her, and smashed his head with a heavy hand.

boom!

Plasma flow.

"you?"

The old woman froze and sighed:

"It's your job..."

"He's stalling for time."

Looking at the completely dim night, Yang Yu's expression was solemn:

"Today is Ghost Festival!"

"Um?!"

Yu Fengxian was startled, but Lin Qitian's expression changed drastically.

A group of people followed Yang Yu's eyes to look at the sky, and they saw that in the deep night, a thick fog appeared at some point.

This fog did not come from Longyuan City, but was created out of thin air. As soon as it appeared, the fog covering the plain was attracted to it.

Rolling and meeting in the deep night, there seems to be an indescribable door floating in the mist.

Boom!

Thunder in the cloudless night

"That is……"

Feeling the moment when the looming door appeared, the ancient desolate atmosphere flowing down, the expressions of Lin Qitian, Yu Jing and others changed.

\" According to ancient legends, the 14th day of the seventh month is the Ghost Festival. After night falls, the gates of the ghosts will be closed, and a group of demons will come out in due time, and hundreds of ghosts will walk at night..."

Lin Qitian muttered to himself.

The legend of Guimenguan, not only him, most of the people present have heard of similar legends.

But throughout the ages, how can there be a ghost recorded in the book?

So much so, if it wasn't for Yang Prison's mention of the Ghost Festival," and in the night, this strange gate appeared, and everyone didn't even think of it.

"Maybe this is his ritual?"

Yu Jing spoke, and he looked at Yang Yu, Lin Qitian, and Wei Zhengxian with a suspicious expression:

"Just, is there really a gate of **** in this world?"

Is there a gate of **** in this world?

Yang Yu didn't know, and the other people were silent, just looking at the night. As Zhang Lingfeng's breath was cut off, the fog in the air also dissipated.

Naturally, the strange and ancient gate also disappeared.

"This son, he really thinks vicious, if there is really a gate of hell..."

As he said that, Lin Qitian couldn't continue.

He didn't know if there were really any ghosts walking after the gate of hell, but in the dark, he noticed the danger.

If this door is really opened.

I'm afraid

"This, this villain, is actually going to open the gate of hell?!"

The old woman was cold all over, sweating on her forehead, and suddenly slapped herself hard.

"grandmother!"

Yu Fengxian hurriedly grabbed her.

"The old man was soft-hearted for a while, and it almost caused a catastrophe..."

With a pale face, she bowed to Yang Prison again, and before he could answer, the old woman had already covered her face and left.

Yu Fengxian had something to say at first~www.wuxiaspot.com~ at this time, she had to keep up and leave.

"Ugh…\"

Seeing this scene, Lin Qitian couldn't help sighing:

"It's no wonder the old princess, really, how many people in this world can take advantage of their own children?"

Yang prison nodded.

Being selfless is easier said than done, but easier said than done? m.⑧柒7zω.°CoM

Don't talk about the old woman, look at the audience, including Wei Zhengxian, Lin Qitian, Yu Jing, Ren Xiaoxiao and other great masters,

Including himself.

Who can be so clean and decisive?

call!

Stopped for a long time until Zhang Lingfeng's scattered fate was absorbed.

After the last fate was exhausted, he had only a few fates at this time. Goodbye to the higher fate, the little gourd in the cauldron did not want to let go.

At this time, it was dark.

There were not many people on the plain, and most of the people had long since escaped, and the rest had also dispersed after Zhang Lingfeng's death.

Of course, there were still people watching from afar, wondering if it was a martial artist from the rivers and lakes, or a spy from each family.

Lin Qitian and Wei Zhengxian also left one after another to recuperate.

Those knowledgeable people from the East Factory did not approach, only Yu Jing, after waiting for a while, I did not know what to think, and left.

"The ritual of suppressing the evil seal has not yet been completed. Do you want to clear up all the turmoil?"

Glancing at the Zhenxie Seal buzzing in the cauldron, Yang Yu pressed his thoughts and walked towards Longyuan City.

At this time, the wind was high and the night was dark, but there was a person holding his hand in front of the tower, waiting quietly.

"Wang Muzhi!"

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