The First Cause of All Realms

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The line of sight is high, from the north of Longyuan City, out of Qingzhou, and 8,000 miles to the north.

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There is a mountain in Changbai, where the snow does not melt all the year round and is rarely visited by people. It is like a giant dragon lying on the wasteland.

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Among them, the strange rocks are rugged, the terrain is complex and rugged, only beasts lurking in it, and there are few people.

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Huhu~

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The lingering cold wind brought the snow that did not melt on the top of the mountain. Dressed in white, Ma Longtu walked slowly on the snow. His speed was very fast, but he walked silently and walked without a trace.

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"That kid?"

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At a certain moment, his footsteps stopped, and looking from the barren mountain, he could vaguely see a mountain forest. In the middle, a half-sized boy in tattered clothes was training his physical strength with boxing.

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He remembered that this was the kid named Ha Qi. What surprised him was that, after only one year, this kid actually succeeded in changing blood without anyone's guidance.

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Not only that, it seems that there has been more than one blood exchange.

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"Maybe, there will be some surprises?"

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Ma Longtu smiled, but he didn't care too much. He never appeared, and disappeared in the mountains and forests like the wind.

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As a great master who ranks at the top of the mountain and river list, his feet are extremely fast, and his body moves with the wind, which can be dozens of feet in a short time, and the rugged mountain road cannot be stopped.

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Before the sun went down, he had already reached the top of a snow-capped peak that was 3,800 zhang high.

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Looking down from here, you can see a rushing black river flowing through the mountains to the depths of the wasteland. This is the river of life of the Heavenly Wolf Court.

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Longjiang.

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Phew!

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In between the white mountains and the black water, Ma Longtu raised his eyes and looked into the distance. A place higher than the snow peaks here seemed to be shrouded in clouds and mist, and there was a majestic palace.

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And between the two mountains, in the surging sea of ​​clouds, there was an iron cable of unknown length undulating in the sea of ​​clouds.

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An old man in a robe crossed his knees on the iron rope, letting the wind and clouds roll, fluttering like a fairy.

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"Daoist Li!"

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Seeing this person, even if it was Ma Longtu, fear flashed in his eyes.

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The person in front of him is just like him. He is one of the masters who joined the Seven Kills Shrine after challenging the old demon of Montenegro.

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The difference is that he challenged the current Montenegrin old demon, while the old man in front of him was challenging the previous Montenegrin old demon.

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This is an old monster that has survived three Jiazi.

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This person's martial arts are three-point more sophisticated than his own. What's especially terrifying is that his agility has reached an unimaginable level.

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As long as there is wind and clouds on the top of the mountain, he seems to be able to live on the iron rope forever.

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"One yang opens the sky, and the six yins end! The power of the six qi is truly infinite. With a poor heart, it is difficult to grasp the infinite qi..."

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Seemingly aware of Ma Longtu's prying eyes, Li Daoren slowly opened his eyes, revealing his turbid air, with exhaustion and disappointment:

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"The difficulty of the Martial Saint is even worse than going to the sky..."

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"Daoist brother failed again?"

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It was not surprising that Ma Longtu stepped on the iron rope.

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Martial arts have been passed down for three thousand years, perhaps because of changes in the world, or because of the explosion of martial arts in today's era.

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The number of masters who have emerged in the past 400 years is more than the sum of all dynasties in the past 2,000 years.

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However, there are still very few who can cross the gate of Martial Saint.

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More, like him and Li Daoren, who are trapped in front of the door and have no chance to go further.

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"The six virtual arts of traveling around, which I have learned, is only the number of the middle school.

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Failure, of course. "

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Daoren Li's fatigue disappeared in a flash, and he calmly asked:

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"Have you seen Henry Zhang? Who is he?"

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Hearing the question, Ma Longtu's feet paused slightly:

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"King Zhao of the West Palace is worthy of the overlord who is at the top of the martial arts. His aura and his will are like the scorching sun, which can't be looked directly at, and the mountains are still standing up..."

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"In today's world, only in terms of martial arts, their people should be in the top three."

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Li Daoren was a little dazed.

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"otherwise."

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Ma Longtu shook his head, his expression solemn and in awe:

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"I thought he was number one in the world just in martial arts."

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"Number one in the world?"

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Daoren Li smiled without saying a word, just glanced at the Seven Killing Shrine in the sea of ​​clouds from the corner of his eye.

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In the mist, the palace tower is like a black hole, looking at it makes one's heart feel cold, and it is colder than the wind from the mountains that are thousands of meters high.

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"Pure martial arts, I'm afraid there is no better. I'm afraid there will be no in the past, and I'm afraid there will not be in the future."

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Ma Longtu's expression was in a trance, and his words were filled with awe.

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"Everlasting?"

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Seeing him like this, Daoist Li couldn't help but feel a little more cautious. The last time he saw the King Zhao of the West Palace was more than 20 years ago.

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Could it be that in just 20 years, he has made great strides forward?

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Facing Li Daoren's doubts, Ma Longtu only replied:

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"I can't feel the slightest taste of Taoism and supernatural powers in him..."

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"Um?!"

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Daoist Li's pupils shrank:

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"He was willing to?"

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In today's world, Dao and Fruits are born one after another, and the gods of various countries have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

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It was hard for him to imagine that someone would voluntarily give up the Dao Fruit.

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That is, the foundation of immortals and Buddhas, the door to longevity...

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"I don't understand, and I don't agree with it either. But Ma was in awe of this kind of boldness, but unfortunately, as a foreigner, he couldn't lead his horse to fall..."

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Ma Longtu sighed slightly.

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The iron cable passed by. In front of the palace, there were stone houses, wooden houses, and bamboo houses built behind the seats. Most of the people living in them were losers like him.

Seeing Ma Longtu, eyes flashed across many houses, but no one made a sound, and the silence was like stone.

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Just a few more steps, you will find the Seven Kills Shrine.

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As one of the most powerful forces in the Heavenly Wolf Court, the Seven Kills Shrine has few disciples, beyond anyone's imagination.

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There is only one person in the huge shrine, and most of the others have failed to join in the same challenge as him.

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Huhu~

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Across the door, all the light from the sky seemed to disappear, it was a darkness that was as deep as ink that could not be opened.

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With Ma Longtu's eyesight, he could only barely see the outline of the human figure sitting cross-legged in between, as well as the pair of black eyes that seemed to be the same.

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Like a god, like a demon, like a demon, it doesn't look like a person.

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"You came."

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In the darkness, a voice came.

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Um?

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Ma Longtu was shocked, these words clearly did not seem to be said to him.

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Boom!

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His thoughts were not as good as the cave, and he suddenly felt that the reply in his arms became as hot as old iron, and the scorching golden fire overflowed.

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In the center of the hall, a human figure was outlined.

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"Such a powerful martial arts will!"

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Ma Longtu's eyelids trembled, and he stepped back a few steps to the entrance of the main hall. The golden light in front of him was like a fire, flashing with dazzling light.

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I can't see any obvious features, but that arrogant and domineering will, in this world, only one person can have it.

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"The old demon of Montenegro."

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A few dozen feet away, there seemed to be a gust of wind in the hall, and the darkness surged like a raging tide. Two powerful men in the world looked at each other.

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"You are stronger."

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In the darkness, the old demon's voice was a little warmer:

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"Peel off the fruit and seek the way forward, instead of waiting for the weather to seek longevity. Very good, Henry Zhang, you are the person I am looking for."

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"Seven kills, breaking the army, greed for wolves... out of the three, you are one step behind me."

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In the lingering golden light, a sonorous sound like the symphony of gold and iron flowed out.

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"You only have one Dao Fruit, but I have three. No matter how you look at it, it seems that this seat is one step ahead of you."

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The old demon in the dark, looking at the will in front of him, his black eyes glowed with a look:

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"I heard that you were injured by that old witch. Is this post meant to delay the decisive battle?"

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The voice was silent for a moment, then replied:

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"It's enough to kill you."

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"Hahaha!"

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The magic sound reverberated, and a huge storm rolled up in the hall and the top of the mountain, and the sea of ​​​​clouds roared.

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"You do not believe?"

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In the golden light, the voice became hot.

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"In this world, there are only four people who are expected to be at the top of martial arts. You, me, Dali National Master Brahma Ruyi, and the Eternal Temple Red Sun Dharma King are just four."

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The laughter stopped, and the old demon's voice became gloomy:

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"Among the four of us, you are the youngest and you have traveled the farthest. Unfortunately, the world has changed greatly, the Ming Dynasty will collapse, and your general trend has passed.

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It is impossible to kill me. "

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What he said seriously was not a battle of words, but more like a recitation of some truth.

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"Your nonsense, as always, is a lot of nonsense, but the old man is not good at words. Well, if you don't believe it, this king simply went out now and killed you!"

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"Hehe~"

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In the darkness, the old demon twitched the corners of his mouth:

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"Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

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"In eight years, whether you succeed or not, you will die!"

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The voice in the golden light became cold.

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Then, the light dissipates, until it returns to nothing:

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"The mouse hidden in the mountains is also worthy to talk to this king about the general situation?!"

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"I am the general trend!"

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"This is……"

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Ma Longtu's pupils shrank, and then he abruptly exited the hall. He saw the golden light dissipate, and his extremely strong will slammed into the hall like a mountain.

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Boom!

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At the top of Xuefeng, there was a roar, as if thunder came out of the mountain, causing continuous avalanches, terrifying waves surged, and all beasts were terrified.

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After a while, the shaking subsided.

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Ma Longtu glanced at the alarmed masters, and then returned to the shrine. The previous collision was terrifying enough that the palace made of black iron almost cracked.

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Only the black fog that condenses and does not disperse~www.wuxiaspot.com~Baquan? It's kind of interesting, but unfortunately..."

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In the black fog, the old demon stood up, his stature was extremely high, about two feet tall, covered with a black membrane, and his breath was like a demon.

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However, Ma Longtu could hear the faint smile in his tone.

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"Eight years is long enough."

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The old demon smiled, and suddenly, his five fingers were inserted between his chest and abdomen.

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"Um?!"

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When Ma Longtu shook his face, he saw that he took out a blood-stained stone tablet the size of a palm from his chest.

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The seven words "kill" in the letter were shocking.

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"Dao Guo..."

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Ma Longtu's eyes filled with desire, and he felt a strong attraction.

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This dao fruit is in perfect harmony with him. This is the reason for his mountain climbing challenge, and the reason why he is still alive.

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"Although you are on the list of mountains and rivers, you still have a long way to go compared to those great masters who have accumulated a lot of years and great achievements."

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A quiet voice echoed in the hall:

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"This is the fruit of the 'seven kills', and it is the core of my rank, 'killing the wolf'. You hold this fruit, and then take back the second fruit of 'greedy wolf' and 'pojun'."

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"Then you are the next Montenegrin old demon!"