The First Cause of All Realms

The young man in blood stood in the wind, and the wind didn't seem to be so cold anymore, and only the voices of two people were silent on the edge of the cliff.

Wang Muzhi glanced at him lightly:

"if not?"

"Um?"

The blood-robed youth narrowed his eyes.

"Mr. An compares himself to an immortal, but there are only a few words about you in later generations, and they all dismiss you as a blood demon. Zhang Zhenzhen is sloppy and slovenly, but until a thousand years later, he is also a land fairy who is talked about by people'..."

Wang Muzhi played the flute, neither salty nor bland:

"If you don't respect him, can you possibly respect you?"

"Hahaha! Mr. Wang is worthy of being the great master of later generations. Compared with the flattering people around me, he has a lot of backbone."

The blood-clothed youth touched his palms and laughed, but in an instant, it turned into indifference that seemed to freeze the air:

"But you're not afraid of An, are you taking out your bones and making soup?"

Wang Muzhi looked calm:

"Speaking of which, Wang has been burning his life plan for a long time, but he has not been able to take the fourth step, but he really wants to see it.

After Mr. An has taken the four steps of becoming an immortal, after being promoted to the blood spirit, what incredible power does he have. "

call!

There seemed to be a sudden cold current, freezing everything, and the chilling air permeated all directions, and the chirping of mosquitoes among the sand and vegetation disappeared.

"It seems that Mr. Wang is really not afraid of death..."

The blood-clothed youth shook his head slightly, restrained his sharpness, and sat on the ground:

"Actually, An Mou doesn't have no admiration for that sloppy Zhang, and it's not right. It's Lu Chen, Bodhidharma, and Zhang Sloppy who have some admiration..."

Wang Muzhi was silent.

His luck was extremely bad. When he first entered the fantasy realm, he landed on the top of the mountain in the sky. First, he fought fiercely with the four demons of wind, thunder, rain and electricity for a day and a night.

After that, I met this immortal of the Ten Capitals, who took four steps to become an immortal and was a martial arts saint.

"Four steps to become a Martial Sage, four steps to become an immortal, after Zhang Shi became a Martial Sage, it is indeed no less than the four steps of becoming an immortal, and I will be promoted to the ten capital blood spirits..."

The blood-robed youth flicked his fingers and sighed slightly:

"With such a person, why didn't An Mou think of being a friend with him, instead of sitting down and talking about it, talking about wine and having fun? But why does he insist on my death, what if he doesn't..."

Wang Muzhi looked at the sea of ​​​​clouds from afar, his mind was condensed, and there was no distraction:

"Do you believe Mr. An himself?"

"Do not believe."

The blood-clothed youth shook his head helplessly, turned the conversation, and took out a piece of crystal jade:

"Can Mr. Wang recognize this thing?"

"Resin drips down the tiger's soul that has been buried in the ground for many years'."

Wang Muzhi glanced at the jade stone.

Among the pale yellow jade, there is a mosquito struggling, but it freezes before death, lifelike and extremely painful.

"At this moment, I am like that mosquito, struggling with all my strength, but I just want to break free...

In one thousand and two hundred years, the illusion has been born and destroyed six times, and the pain in it is really hard to be human. "

The blood-robed youth sighed:

"An X doesn't want much, as long as Mr. Wang helps me get rid of the fence. Whether it's the Seven Tribulations Sword or the incomplete pages of the Book of the Underworld, I can take it as much as I can."

His voice was gentle and not aggressive, but Wang Muzhi didn't lift his eyelids, he was still the same sentence:

"Do you believe Mr. An himself?"

"letter."

The blood-robed youth nodded seriously.

"The fairyland is magical, but in fact, it's just an illusion that a certain person's spirit merges with the world and is rubbed by the world at a certain moment.

It’s good for you, whether it’s Zhang Zhenren, after all, it has disappeared in the past, and if you want to come out of this illusion, it is almost equivalent to changing your life against the sky…”

Wang Muzhi also sighed:

"Therefore, you can't do it by yourself. Even if you are fully prepared, you still need the help of outsiders such as me."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, seeing that the young man in the blood-clothed clothes did not change his expression, he said:

"You want to revive your soul through the body, and you are unwilling to find someone at will, so you forced me to stay in the sky, but you are slow to do it.

Besides, you probably still want to compete with Zhang Zhenren, this is your unwilling obsession..."

Even if you have obsessions, how can you wake up and know that you are in an illusion?

Fantasy, after all, fantasy.

Unless the world changes drastically, he will never believe that anyone can change his life against the sky and live a new life, even if it is a Martial Sage, even if it is a Ten Capital Immortal!

This has nothing to do with supernatural powers and cultivation, it is not allowed by heaven and earth!

clap clap~

The blood-clothed youth stroked his palm and sighed:

"As expected of the great master of martial arts who is about to be promoted to the Martial Saint, Mr. Wang's thoughts on An Mou are penetrating, but you also missed a point."

"Oh?"

Wang Muzhi raised his eyebrows.

"Half of the remaining pages of the Book of Underworld are in my hands, and all outsiders who come to the Illusory Realm, no matter how they hide, for me, they are nothing but a pattern in the palm of my hand.

There is no choice..."

The blood-clothed youth smiled slightly and said the names of the outsiders.

"Wang Muzhi, Yang Yu, Feng Wushuang, Chu Tianyi, Gu Qingyi, Lu Qingting, Tie Tafa... Except for the dead ones, there are twenty-three people in total, among them, eleven Dao Fruits, no, eleven Master of Divinity...

Is it or is it not? "

"Is the leftover pages of the Ming Book really in his hands?"

Wang Muzhi's eyelids jumped~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and his expression finally changed.

Until the person in front of him read out the names of all the outsiders, he did not believe that the incomplete pages of the book of the underworld were really in this person's hands.

There is no other reason. The root of this Fangxian Demon Illusion Realm is the talisman formed by the sloppy Taoist, and what the talisman suppresses are the incomplete pages of the Ming Shu and the Gorefiend who calls himself a fairy in front of him.

Even if it is suppression, how can it be possible to suppress the remnants of the Mingshu together with this blood demon?

"Among these people, does Mr. Wang know or care about anyone?"

Looking at Wang Muzhi, the young man in blood smiled

"It's not a coincidence that so many supernatural powers have come at one time, perhaps, this is another calculation left by that sloppy Taoist?

It's a pity that a chick is a chick, and it may not be as good as Mr. Wang alone at twenty or so. However, everyone has come, and if you don't invite him for a light meal, others will say that An is not well entertained. "

Wang Muzhi frowned and pondered, ignoring him.

The blood-clothed youth didn't care, and still said to himself:

"Actually, even in ancient legends, it's rare to see the resurrection of the soul through the body. A certain cave-level true immortal is also planted in this hurdle. Mr. Wang has high regard for An..."

Wang Muzhi remained silent.

"Calculate the time, the person who should come should also come."

The blood-clothed youth got up with a smile, lightly waving his sleeves, and slowly walked towards the hall at the top of Tianbi Mountain:

"Before the war, you always have to have a full meal. Would you like to join Mr. Wang?"

"Have you ever thought about..."

This is, a voice came from behind, the blood-clothed youth stopped:

"what?"

Wang Muzhi smiled:

"You can't fight Zhang Zhenren in your life, can you do it if you die?"

huh~

The blood-clothed youth turned around, there was no smile on his face, some were just indifference, and the violent and fierce light hidden in his eyes:

"Then, wait and see!"