The First Cause of All Realms

Remember for a second【】

"hold head high!"

The bright golden light entered the eyes, and the splendid dragon roared into the ears.

Suddenly, Yang Yu seemed to see the golden dragon above the ocean again, groaning unwillingly, and asking the sky for a way to survive...

It seemed like a moment, and it seemed like a long time later, the dragon yin and the golden light all dissipated, and along with them, there was the golden silk book bearing the true shape map.

Instead, a pair of pocket scissors with a dark gold color and a double dragon pattern hovering on them...

"That's it, it's done?"

The refining of Jin Jiao Scissors was unbelievably smooth, and it was a little surprising that it went smoothly to Yang Prison. The prepared methods were all useless.

but…

"It's too small..."

Picking up the small golden Jiaojian with two fingers, gently opening and closing, a very sharp breath burst out between the opening and closing.

laugh!

The wooden table and wall in front of him were cut into two pieces at once, but the scars were really small.

"Different from magic weapons, magic weapons must be nourished by the spirit of heaven and earth. The longer the warm nourishment, the stronger the power..."

The moment he picked up the golden Jiaojian, Yang Yu's heart was enlightened.

According to the Taoist mantra, before ancient times, the rank of the instruments was divided into instruments, magic treasures, and spiritual treasures, and they were divided into upper and lower.

Among them, the magic weapon is the worst, only one **** seed is needed, and it can exert a certain power without spiritual energy.

But the magic weapon is different. Without the spiritual energy, not only the power will drop greatly, but it will even drop to the rank, and even self-destruct and lose spirituality.

Therefore, for more than 3,000 years, there have been many immortal and demon ruins in the world, but very few people have obtained magic weapons.

But a well-preserved magic weapon can burst out incredible power, just as Qi Daoguang said, 'kill the Martial Saint in an instant'.

"Then Long Jun, can't you carry it over..."

After carefully sensing it for a long time, with the eyes of the sky and the seclusion, Yang Prison did not perceive the slightest sense of alien spirit from this golden Jiaojiao.

The dragon souls meet, but they are unconscious, and it seems that they have long since dissipated in the years.

"Robbery..."

Suppressing the thoughts in his heart, Yang Yu concentrated on this golden dragon cut.

The lack of Hardware Zhiying makes this magic weapon only a prototype, but its rank is not affected. What is affected is the upper limit of the accumulation of spiritual energy.

Magical treasure, no matter how spiritual it is, after all, there is no spiritual wisdom, and it cannot absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on its own, but needs people to warm it up.

And the warmth of a magic weapon is not endless.

According to the records on the true shape map, the upper limit of the warm nourishment of a low-grade magic weapon is 9,000 strands of spiritual energy, and at this moment, the upper limit of the warm nourishment of this golden Jiaojian is 900 strands.

However, this can be left to solve later, for him at this time, this is enough.

After all, there are no 900 strands of spiritual energy that he gathers together...

After playing carefully for a long time, Yang Yu got up and went out, summoned Qi Wensheng to explain a few words, and returned directly without going to find Qin Si and Yu Fengxian.

Closing the door and releasing three little ghosts to defend himself, Yang Yu closed his eyes and settled down, choosing to refine the 'Five Zang Guan Recipe'.

Since having this recipe, he has returned to the way he was in the past, swallowing iron beads and golden beans every day.

In the beginning of a month, it was just enough to be refined once.

This time, he did not choose to bring anyone, but entered alone.

hum~

As the stream of light faded, Yang Yu opened his eyes again.

Instead of trying to replace his identity, he chose the identity of the 'Beast Boy'.

In front of him, a shimmering wave of light, calm and dead, was the clear water and cold pond. He sat cross-legged on a specially made boat, drifting with the current.

The bright moon is still hanging high, but the shadow of the moon in the pool can no longer be retrieved.

According to the old fox, Moon Shadow's next appearance will be sixty years later...

"Sixty years later..."

Yang prison frowned slightly.

The Five Zang Guan recipe, unlike the recipes he once refined, the time in it would not be reset with each refining, but would continue to move forward.

One refining, nine opportunities to enter, that is twenty-seven days.

Sixty years later, he couldn't wait at all.

huh~

While thinking about it, Yang Yu took out the pocket-sized golden Jiaojing scissors and placed himself in the illusion of abundant spiritual energy. This magic weapon also glowed with joy.

However, it cannot directly absorb spiritual energy, even if it is very eager.

"Eight times of refining, I have absorbed 648 strands of Spiritual Qi, and I have consumed three strands in total..."

Silently calculating in my heart.

The upper limit of nine hundred strands of spiritual energy does not seem to be much.

But in fact, without this recipe, Yang Yu thought to himself, even if he could enter the realm of unity between heaven and man every day, he would need at least two Jiazi to nourish it to the limit.

And the magic weapon, it is not achieved by warming up once...

"Um?"

When he was thinking about it in his heart, Yang Yu seemed to be aware of it. He looked up and saw the old fox on the shore, waving and shouting.

"Yes, is that you?"

Looking at the slowly approaching boat, the old fox tried to ask, he had guesses, but he was also ready to escape at any time.

The little fox squatted behind her legs, her fluffy little head stuck out, and looked at him timidly.

"it's me."

Yang prison nodded.

"That old snake?"

^0^ One second to remember【】

"It's dead."

Yang Yu understood her thoughts: "Don't worry, what I promised will not be counted, but whether it will be possible or not is unknown."

"That's good."

The old fox smiled happily, and hurriedly handed the little fox over.

"Not for now."

Glancing at the little fox who was almost scared to pee, Yang Yu shook his head slightly:

"It's easy for me to come and go in this forbidden place, but it's a little troublesome to take the little fox out..."

"This…"

The old fox was a little suspicious.

"Leave her alone."

Without explaining more, Yang Yu waved his hand and took the little fox onto the boat, letting her squeak and screaming and ignoring him, and drove the boat away.

The old fox hesitated for a moment, but still didn't stop it. He watched the boat go away, and after a long time, he turned and left.

On the boat, the red fox shrank into a ball and shivered.

Yang Yu ignored her, closed his eyes and sat quietly, and began to warm up the hard-won golden Jiaojian.

Warming the magic weapon is not simple.

Ling Qi is active and irritable, and Yang Prison itself can only be suppressed with a powerful True Astral, and cannot be used like an arm.

It took a full quarter of an hour to extradite a strand of spiritual energy into it.

hum!

A buzzing sound startled the little fox in the corner.

She opened her eyes timidly, and saw a blazing golden light spread out on the body of the 'big villain' in front of her, like a real current, covering the entire boat.

She widened her eyes to look, and she could see that in the golden light, there seemed to be two small flood dragons swimming around, entangled with each other, like a pair of scissors.

boom!

The next moment, accompanied by the sound of the dragon's roar, the lake surface suddenly exploded, as if a giant sword pierced the lake, leaving deep traces.

The little fox trembled in fright, and through this trace, one could even see the bottom of the Bishui Cold Pool full of mud...

"A ray of spiritual energy has this power, it's not bad, but, it has not been able to touch the body of the picture scroll..."

Yang Yu concentrated his attention and sensed every subtle fluctuation.

His heart is not without dignified.

Up to now, he has not been able to see the essence of the picture scroll from this bright landscape, even if it prompts the seclusion.

Shallowly urged Jin Jiao Scissors, there was no way to 'cut' this scroll, but it was much better than his fist at the air.

At least, for a moment, he noticed the fluctuations in the space here...

"How much spiritual energy do you need to tear apart this scroll?"

Yang Prison wasn't sure, but he didn't try again.

Spirit Qi is rare and hard to come by.

A single strand of spiritual energy seems to be few, but in fact, he can only get eighty-one strands after refining a recipe once.

It's really a waste.

…

After three days in the illusion, Yang Prison withdrew from the recipe, not wasting the hard-won opportunity, and chose to warm up the magic weapon in this world.

For the next half month, Yang Prison stayed at home, ignored foreign affairs, and was almost immersed in the magic weapon of warming and nourishing.

The process was not fast, but it wasn't slow either. Finally, after twelve days, Yang Prison poured the majority of his spiritual energy into Jin Jiao Scissors.

Only a few strands are left, just in case.

"call!"

In the room, it was dark and filled with a lot of spiritual energy, the light of Jin Jiaojian became more and more restrained, no longer bright and yellow, and there was some dark taste.

But in Yang Yu's induction, the power of this golden Jiaojian has already reached a very high level, even if it is the owner, it feels a little dangerous.

"It's no wonder there is a legend that there is a qi refiner who lost the magic weapon to his disciple because he was stolen by his disciple... I'm afraid I won't be able to resist this golden Jiaojian."

Holding these small scissors that are too laborious to cut nails, Yang Yu has a sense of alertness in his heart.

His golden dragon scissors are of low grade, and they are still in their infancy, but now, after more than ten days of warm cultivation, I am afraid that they have replaced the Heavenly Will Four Elephant Arrows and become his strongest killing method at this time.

What kind of situation should be the few magic weapons that have been passed down to Zhang Yuanzhu for more than 400 years in the imperial court?

"Kill Wu Sheng in an instant... I release Jin Jiao Scissors at this moment, can I instantly kill Nie Longtian?"

Yang Yu was very moved, but he was just thinking about it.

Spiritual Qi is rare, but it took him more than a year, refining eight times, and entering and exiting the illusion of Longevity Mountain more than seventy times.

Using it to kill Nie Longtian would be a waste...

huh~

Without any hesitation, Yang Prison put away the golden Jiaojian, and while thinking about it, he has already entered the 'Longevity Mountain Illusion' again. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The moon is still hanging high, still sparkling.

On the cold lake of clear water, Yang Yu drove the boat, left the little fox on the shore, and slowly approached the reflection of the pool.

"Success or not, it's here..."

Taking a deep breath and suppressing Ji Dong in his heart, Yang Yu took out the golden Jiaojiao scissors, and without any hesitation, directly urged.

Boom!

There seemed to be a thunderstorm, and the dragon roared loudly.

The little fox by the lake was trembling with fright, and saw a massive pool of water rising into the sky, two dragon souls entangled like scissors, towards the cold pool,

That round of moon shadow impacted away!

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