The First Cause of All Realms

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The sky in June changes as soon as it is said. One moment it was sunny and sunny, and the next moment it was full of dark clouds, lightning and thunder.

Humid wind, cold rain blowing.

"Stay in the Hanging Mountain..."

Lu Qingting murmured to himself, he raised his eyebrows and looked, in the fine drizzle, the young man in the black robe was walking away with the ghost baby upside down.

His qi and blood are so tyrannical that he doesn't even need to deliberately prop up the real gang, the wind and rain howling from all directions can't get close to him.

For some reason, great depression arose in his heart.

"Yang Prison."

As the most promising disciple of Xuankong Mountain to inherit the Seven Tribulations Sword, Lu Qingting is rarely so afraid of a person.

At this moment, chanting this name, he gradually realized something.

The same lack of mentorship, the same unparalleled talent, the same decisiveness in killing, the same contempt and rebelliousness...

Doesn't the person in front of him look like the legendary Patriarch when he was young?

The world only knows that the patriarch was highly respected, seldom killed and hunted, and mostly traveled in the world. The emperor begs to see him, and the beggars on the roadside can see him.

Smiling princely, free and easy heroic.

But only they, Xuankong Mountain's true biography, know that the patriarch when he was young was also a figure of evil **** level who used his sword to kill through the martial arts world.

"Yang Prison."

Repeating the name deeply again, Lu Qingting turned and walked towards the closed gate of the Hanging Mountain, and climbed over the wall to enter.

While the steam was steaming, he saw the golden light blooming high on the top of the mountain.

The Thunder Snake rolled away, the electric light flickered, and the fireball and light were faintly visible. He could only think that it was the Golden Dome, the golden dome of later generations, and every thunderstorm night, there will be this grand scene.

"Golden roof, Patriarch."

Lu Qingting felt blessed in his heart, and headed for the Golden Summit.

His footsteps were fast, and he didn't encounter any obstacles along the way. After a while, he was already close to the Golden Summit.

What surprised him even more was that there was a person standing in front of the golden roof.

His human robes are loose, tall and thin, with a curly beard like grass, big ears and round eyes, unkempt, but not the slightest bit of dirt on his body.

"Disciple Lu Qingting, pay homage to Patriarch!"

Lu Qingting made a long bow, with his sleeves hanging down, his expression of admiration and excitement could not be concealed.

He didn't expect to see the Patriarch so easily, for a while, he didn't know what to say.

"A good boy."

Lifting his sleeves slightly, he lifted up this future disciple, the sloppy Taoist smiled:

"The old man has been following you for half a year."

"Grandfather..."

Lu Qingting was flattered, and immediately realized:

"Do you have something for disciple to do?"

The sloppy Taoist didn't answer, but said:

"How much did Daozang read?"

Lu Qingting replied: "Three thousand and eight hundred volumes have been read through, and those who memorize them by heart, eight hundred."

"I read a lot."

The sloppy Taoist nodded: "What is an immortal?"

"Be obedient to the mortal, rebellious to become a fairy!"

"What is Shun Ni?"

"People have the seven emotions and six desires and all kinds of delusional thoughts. Those who are obedient can hardly escape life, old age, sickness and death. Restrain the desire and seven emotions to achieve inner tranquility, childishness and innocence, and rebellion."

"Mediocre."

The sloppy Taoist asked again: "What is an immortal?"

"Fairy..."

Lu Qingting thought for a while, and was about to answer when the sloppy Taoist already answered:

"Longevity and long-term vision, detached from things? Jump out of the three realms, not in the five elements? Yes, in fact it is not. The fairy that the old Taoists are looking for is actually the heart's perfection. Longevity, if you can get it easily, you can get it, if you can't get it, throw it away! "

In front of the golden roof, the old Taoist stood with his hands behind his back. In Lu Qingting's perception, his not-so-burly body seemed taller than the Hanging Mountain.

"Old Taoist, Zeng Jianxian!"

Lu Qingting was digesting the words of the patriarch by himself, when he heard this, he couldn't help but suddenly raised his head, but saw the old man's expression was cold:

"Seventy-two peaks, under the sword of the Seven Tribulations, this beast claims to be a fairy, and the old man calls him a blood demon!"

"Blood Demon!"

Lu Qingting was shocked.

These words, but even the head didn't tell him...

"This beast claims to be an immortal, but it's really just a big mouse! When the old Taoist suppressed him, he cried bitterly and made a lot of ugly appearances. In the end, he even abandoned himself and was controlled by the Taoist fruit..."

The sloppy Taoist's face showed disgust and indifference:

"This is considered a long life!"

"Patriarch, do you want me to kill this beast?"

Lu Qingting came back to his senses.

"The fruit of the Dao is the essence of the heaven and the earth. It cannot be destroyed by manpower. After thousands of years, I have exhausted this will and only lost 80% of its spirit. The rest needs to be borrowed from external forces."

The sloppy Taoist returns.

"Disciple understands!"

Lu Qingting looked solemn, and after answering, he didn't know what was in his mind, and asked again:

"Why didn't the Patriarch choose that Great Xia Yang..."

"Do you want to know, in the heart of the old Taoist, what are the advantages and disadvantages of the two of you?"

The sloppy Taoist laughed dumbfounded, and could see his thoughts at a glance.

"Disciple is ashamed."

Lu Qingting was a little ashamed, he shouldn't have these delusional thoughts.

"It's human nature, what's there to be ashamed of?"

The old man shook his head:

"Your talent and disposition are the top choice, enough to take on Xuankong and become the master of ZTE. If you have the chance, you may not be able to cross the threshold of martial saints..."

Being praised by the patriarch, even Lu Qingting couldn't help but blushed and felt a surge of emotion. This is the evaluation of the supreme master.

"As for that little friend Yang..."

The old Taoist groaned, but Lu Qingting couldn't help but thump in his heart.

After thinking about it, the old Taoist euphemistically said:

"Comparing with others is not good."

"..."

Lu Qingting's throat twitched, and he lowered his head: "Disciple understands. It's just that this matter is so important, why don't you..."

"Why didn't you choose him? It's a great achievement for him to be able to gather the remaining pages of the book of the underworld. As for the blood demon..."

The old Daoist paused, and replied:

"The old Taoist has always done the life-threatening things by himself. If he can't do it by himself, then let his disciples and grandchildren do it."

Lu Qingting raised his head and looked at his patriarch, with the old Taoist expression as usual:

"I don't like to go, but I want to fight for other people's lives. How can there be such a reason in the world?"

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From the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, the pouring rain turned into fine drizzle.

"That Daoist, 90% of the things are hidden from me..."

Walking slowly in the rain, Yang Jue thought about it, although he didn't really care about it, he was a little disappointed.

The opinion of the family is deeply rooted in this era, and he thought that this great master who has been famous for thousands of years would be an exception...

"But it has nothing to do with me. This trip is worthwhile for me."

After thinking about it, Yang Qiu didn't care anymore.

There is no "Son of Destiny" in his destiny, so it is impossible for everyone to love him.

However, this Daoist is so far the only one who can completely unsheath Longyuan Sword...

"The swordsmen recognized by Longyuan Sword may not be as skilled as Master Zhang, but they will never be able to catch the eyes of ordinary people..."

Lightly pointing between his eyebrows, a thought suddenly popped up in Yang Jue's mind.

"The ceremony of Longyuan Sword is for me to find a swordsman who is recognized by it, and abandon my supernatural powers to fight him, but the ceremony does not necessarily require me to win!"

Yang Yu's eyes gradually brightened.

"let me go…"

At this time, a hoarse voice came, and in the palm of his hand, the ghost baby couldn't hold his breath anymore.

Along the way, he was always waiting for an opportunity to escape. Unexpectedly, this person seemed to know his own weakness, and strangled his neck tightly...

Yang Qiu stopped, looked at the ghost fetus that was about a foot long in his hand, pinched it fiercely, rolled his eyes wildly, and exposed his tongue:

"No more pretending?"

"Damn you!"

The ghost baby's eyes were red, extremely fierce:

"Do you know who I am? If you dare to offend me, no one in the world can save you!"

"Yeah?"

Yang Jue is funny, this little thing seems to be out of his mind, and at this time, he is still threatening him.

"This seat is the book of the underworld that governs the life and death of all kinds. Even the gods and Buddhas in the sky are afraid of me. If you dare to offend me, you will definitely die. No, you will definitely go to the eighteenth level of hell!"

The ghost baby was pinched in excruciating pain, struggling and roaring crazily.

"It's true that the remaining pages of the book of the underworld are on you. Unfortunately, you can't be the book of the underworld."

Yang Ju interrupted him indifferently:

"Magic treasures become refined, this is not often seen in legends. Supreme treasures become refined, this is unheard of...

From my point of view, you are probably a little ghost clinging to the book of the underworld, somehow, you have the ability to co-exist with the book of the underworld..."

What is Mingshu?

According to legend, this is the treasure used by a great figure in the Netherworld of Tianhai to control the underworld, and it has the power to control the life and death of all kinds of people.

Such a treasure, even that big man, is afraid that it will be restricted, so how can it leave the possibility of making it become a master?

In fact, the same is true. If he is really the book itself, how could his destiny be the remaining pages of the book?

How could he be so stagnant when he used his supernatural powers?

And how could it be a seemingly powerful supernatural power like "Mirrors and Twins", but it doesn't fully fit with the book of the underworld?

You know, Zhang Lingfeng deprived of life fire much faster than this!

"you!"

The ghostly eyes became horrified: "You, who are you?! How could..."

At this point, he suddenly smiled strangely 'Jie Jie':

"Your trouble is coming!"

"trouble?"

Glancing at the master of the Liansheng sect who was walking slowly in the distant forest, Yang Jue couldn't help but laugh:

"You call this trouble?"

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Hoo hoo!

The night wind after the rain became cold.

Chu Tianyi sat cross-legged on the boulder on the top of the mountain, bathed in the cold wind, breathing slowly, digesting what he had gained during the day.

In the half a year after leaving Hanging Mountain, he challenged the masters of various sects, scattered people, and even the current imperial court with his sword.

Naturally, the process was not going smoothly, and there were even dangers around him a few times, but relying on the prepared elixirs, he managed to survive, and his swordsmanship had made great progress.

only…

"My swordsmanship is much more proficient than it was half a year ago, and my killing methods are also much more refined. It's just that my level of swordsmanship has fallen..."

Opening his eyes, Chu Tianyi's expression was not very good.

Why did he fall in the realm of kendo? He realized it later, but he also came to his senses.

How can a swordsman who has lost the heart of 'no fear' ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ keep from falling?

"No wonder the sword **** 'Mu Qingliu' once said that knowing one's fate is the most insurmountable hurdle for a swordsman? Who can avoid fear and hesitation when they know they are going to die?"

Sighing slightly, Chu Tianyi restrained his thoughts and urged his supernatural powers again.

The fall of the realm is not irreversible.

In this illusion, there is a treasure that can help him reshape the 'Jian Xin'.

[You head east all the way, wanting to find the Sword of the Seven Tribulations, encountering mountains and entering mountains, encountering water and entering water... but to no avail]

【You go all the way north...】

【You go all the way west...】

【you are dead! 】

"Again, die again?!"

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