The First Cause of All Realms

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Looking at the old man reflected in the bronze mirror, Yang Yu's pupils shrank violently.

The sudden shock even overwhelmed the surprise that Long Yuanjian was unsheathed.

This scene was really unexpected.

A moment ago, he was still thinking about the whereabouts of the sloppy Taoist and the ceremony of the Long Yuanjian, but in a blink of an eye, both appeared at the same time.

It can no longer be said to be a surprise, it is almost a horror.

"The threshold for your approval is a little too high!"

When his mind swept across the glorious Seven Star Longyuan Slashing Ghost Sword in the Cauldron of Gluttony, Yang Yu couldn't help but slander.

Who is a sloppy man?

There are only three legendary figures in the past and present who are respected as the "Supreme Grandmaster". With his martial arts at this moment, he abandoned supernatural powers, and he was afraid that he would not be able to accept it without one move.

Get a head shot? !

"What pure sword intent!"

The old man in the bronze mirror's eyes brightened slightly, as if he had sensed something:

"Sword-like dao fruit? This is extremely rare and rare, but you were wrestling with Yinyue before, it seems that you used another kind?"

'He has always been...'

Forcefully suppressing the throbbing in his heart, Yang Yu saluted:

"Junior Yang Prison, I have seen Zhang Zhenren."

"The future is terrifying."

Looking at the young man outside the mirror, Lao Dao seemed to sigh with emotion: "It's really ancient, but when Lao Dao was as old as you, he was far inferior to you."

"The real person is serious, the younger generation is just following your path, how dare you compare with you?"

Yang prison sternly said:

"Throughout the ages, only two supreme masters, Bodhidharma and Lu Chen, can stand shoulder to shoulder with you."

There is a saying that the predecessors planted trees and the later generations enjoyed the shade, and the same is true of martial arts. If generations of sages had not stepped through the roughness and perfected the system, even if he was gluttonous, he would not have achieved today's achievements.

The descendants are stronger than the ancients, not because of their talent and understanding, but because their predecessors have leveled the road, and they don't need to take the rough and detours they once walked.

"How can it be considered an old-fashioned way? It's just to sort out the predecessors and add some insignificant insights of my own."

Lao Dao's face was ruddy, and his attitude was a little more gentle:

"How can Laodao compare with the sages, the supreme master, this name is too big, Laodao can't bear it..."

Thousands of wears, no flattery.

From emperors and generals to merchants and pawns, this is the case. Although the old man knows that he has touts, he is also very useful.

Because this is the evaluation given to him by later generations after a thousand years.

"The thirteenth blood exchange, the five gates for foundation building, the True Gang, the Furnace, the Baijing, and the Baijing Xuanguan... After a thousand years, the warriors are still using the martial arts you defined.

If you can't afford it, who can? "

Yang Yu was half-complimented and half-feeling.

As a beneficiary of martial arts, he naturally has a respect for the predecessors who opened the way, not only the sloppy Taoist, the great master of Bodhidharma, but also the Buddha and Yinyue.

In this world, if it was someone else, his palm was not a support, but directly pressed his forehead into the ground.

"Okay, okay! No matter how much you boast, the old man's bones will be lighter by two or two..."

On the other side of the bronze mirror, there is a desolate mountain with enough snow to be half a foot thick. Old Daoist seems to be in a good mood as he walks in the snow:

"You seem to want to ask something, the old man is in a good mood, let you ask three questions, and you can do things for me..."

"Do something?"

Yang Prison pondered slightly and asked cautiously:

"I don't know what's the matter?"

"What's the matter, let's talk about it later. You can ask first, and it doesn't matter if you don't agree in the end."

The old man smiled.

"Thank you real man."

Seeing that Lao Dao seemed to be in a good mood, Yang Yu was certain, his thoughts changed, and he asked:

"What state are you in at this time? In other words, what kind of state are you and this Fangxian Magic Realm?"

This question lingered in his mind for a long time, and he had doubts as early as in the 'Dharma Fulong Picture'.

It is recorded in the classics that the essence of the Immortal Demon Realm is similar to a 'mirage' and even more miraculous, but a certain period of the past has been imprinted by heaven and earth.

Yang Yu originally thought so, until they met Bodhidharma and the old loach, they clearly had memories and knew their situation.

There is a huge discrepancy between this and the records in the classics.

"Slick boy, you are not a problem."

The old man was dumbfounded, but still answered:

"The will of martial arts."

Martial arts will?

Yang Yu's heart trembled slightly: "Wu Sheng..."

"The root of martial arts practice is only the three-element essence, qi and spirit. Only when the essence and qi is complete can one see the gods. The great masters can connect the heaven and the earth's veins between thoughts and lock the soul for thousands of miles.

And to knock on the door of the Martial Saint, you need to burn everything and condense your own Martial Dao will..."

The sloppy Taoist deserves to be the supreme master who opened up a path, and being a good teacher is engraved in his bones.

As soon as the chatterbox was opened, Yang Prison didn't need to ask any more questions, and he had already taken the initiative to clear up all kinds of obstacles and doubts on the way of martial arts for him.

From the blood exchange to the four steps of Wu Sheng, and then to Wu Sheng.

Yang prison silently wrote down.

"Old Dao named this realm Martial Saint, but before me, this realm existed. Compared with them, Lao Dao is only better than them...

Seeing Yang Yu looking up, the old man replied:

"Know it, know why."

"Actually, there are many martial arts masters who cultivate on their own, and that's a win. But if you ask them about the level, they themselves don't understand."

Hearing this sentence, Yang Yu was thoughtful.

"Of course, this is related to the poor talent of the old Tao. Those sages who are extremely talented will never encounter such difficulties and difficulties. Therefore, there is no conclusion."

The old way is still unfinished.

'You are a little too divergent...'

Yang Yu felt a little sullen in his heart, but he didn't say anything. These cultivation experiences were really important to him.

"Say far, far away."

Lao Dao took back the conversation at the right time and turned to say:

"Throughout the ages, there have been many people seeking immortals and Dao. At the beginning of martial arts, it was a method of killing and killing, but as it evolves, it is inevitable that it will lead to longevity.

However, the word longevity is easy to say, but it is actually extremely difficult..."

Saying that, Lao Dao sighed, as if he was lamenting the difficulty of martial arts:

"In the four hundred years that Lao Dao lived, there were no less than eighteen emperors who searched for me for longevity, but they all died..."

"..."

This conversation changed so quickly that Yang Yuhaoxuan didn't react.

After being silent for a while, he said thoughtfully: "So, you exist in the fairy and magic realm in the way of martial arts will?"

"Immortal Realm of Immortal Demons is not something that Lao Dao can figure out. This is the mighty power of heaven and earth. Lao Dao is just trying his best not to be assimilated with his martial will."

The old man replied:

"Two hundred years from the outside world, this immortal magic realm will collapse once. From the beginning, you are the seventh batch to come here..."

Yang Yu digested it for a while before asking the second question:

"Dare to ask the real person, where are the leftover pages of the Ming Shu?"

"Mingshu."

Hearing this word, the talkative Lao Dao became a little silent, and after a long time he said:

"do not know."

"do not know?"

Yang Prison was a little suspicious.

"Don't you think that the remnants of the Ming Shu are really the scraps of a book? The Ming Shu, it's not a book, it's a fragment of the supreme treasure of the Yin Si..."

The old man sighed slightly, as if falling into memory:

"At that time, the old man retreated in the golden dome to break the last one, and at that moment, I merged with the heaven and the earth, and caught a glimpse of a catastrophe on the earth.

For this reason, I faked my death to escape, spent two hundred years, traveled all over the world, and finally found the traces of the Mingshu, and suppressed it at a great price..."

"Unfortunately, the incomplete pages of the Ming Shu are not real, and they are illusory. Even if they are suppressed by me, they will always be scattered among the seventy-two divine peaks. The old man really doesn't know where they are."

"This……"

Yang Prison is skeptical.

"Unowned Mingshu is like a volcano that is about to erupt. Once it erupts, it will not affect one prefecture or state, but the entire world!"

In the bronze mirror, Lao Dao looked serious:

"What the old Taoist wants you to do is to find the leftover pages of the Book of the Underworld!"

"Even you can't find it, where will the junior go to find it?"

Yang Yu frowned.

In the old Taoist's saying, the book of the underworld is not a book, and a broken page is not a page. It may exist anywhere in the fairyland, it may be birds and beasts, it may be vegetation, mud, and it may be people!

There is no trace, I am afraid it is more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack.

"Others may not be able to, but you will definitely be able to find it!"

"Um?"

Yang Yu was stunned, and the old man in the bronze mirror had already answered:

"Your dao fruit belongs to the ghosts and gods of the yin division, and it has a very high rank. When you stepped into this magic realm, it had slight fluctuations..."

This is why the sloppy Taoist chose him...

Yang Yu's heart rose to enlightenment.

Kuixing is composed of three Dao Fruits. According to Xu Wenji's Dao Fruit Miscellaneous Records, this rank covers several types of Dao Fruits, but does not belong to the five categories.

It is said that it belongs to the 'ghost gods', but it is not bad.

"Speaking of which, there are not a few people who carry the fruit of the Tao in this trip. After a thousand years, is the fruit of the Tao flooded?"

The old man has some doubts.

He has a personal experience of the preciousness of Dao Fruit.

It took him only 23 years to learn from martial arts, to penetrate the profound entrance, and to become a great master, but it took him more than a hundred years to find the fruit of the Tao.

"There are not many Dao Fruits in the future~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but it is indeed much more than before..."

Yang Prison replied, referring to some records of later generations.

The reason why the theory of tides is regarded as a model by many forces is because the endless Taoism of later generations confirms this statement.

Later generations of martial arts superseded the previous dynasty. Apart from the evolution of martial arts, the biggest reason was that there were more Taoist fruits unearthed than any previous dynasty!

Twelve Martial Saints coexist in the world, which is extremely unbelievable in any dynasty.

"Twelve Martial Saints coexist in the world? Could it be that the legendary heavenly change is just a thousand years later?"

In the bronze mirror, Lao Dao's yin spirit is very bright, some are amazed, some are yearning, but he still sighs long:

"No wonder they are lingering..."

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