The First Cause of All Realms

boom!

Dao robe hunting, like Jinpeng spreading its wings, with a mighty breath, straight like a vertical stream of Tianhe, echoing above the city, attracting the attention of countless people.

"come kill me?"

In the snowstorm, Nie Longtian let out a laugh, and his words were as sonorous as gold and iron:

"How dare you make such a rhetoric after only a few months of promotion?"

As the ground moved and the mountains shook, Nie Longtian stepped like thunder, and the gust of wind swept upwards of several ten feet.

"I wake you up!"

boom!

In an instant, the sky brightened and extinguished, and it seemed that the ancient real dragon was furious and fought fiercely with Dapeng in the sky.

An earth-shattering roar resounded throughout the city.

In an instant, the two of them collided several times. At a certain moment, Lin Daoren rolled up his sleeves and fell on the flagpole, and he heard a roar from the dust.

"How can you break my anode gold body?!"

Nie Longtian's expression shook, and great absurdity rose in his heart.

Martial arts are not supernatural powers, so there is no such thing as falling into immortality. With the same breaking martial arts, he was thirty years earlier, yet he was still at a disadvantage?

"How can your golden body be as good as the 'indestructible golden body' passed down by my master?"

In the roar of laughter, Lin Daoren shook his clothes, and the sound traveled for dozens of miles:

"More than a year ago, you came to Pindao to bark madly, and today, Pindao beat you into a dog!"

"Insanity!"

Nie Longtian was furious, strode into the sky again, and forced the Dragon Palm to descend.

boom!

boom!

The air waves exploded sharply, shaking the whole city.

Somewhere in the government office, looking at this scene, You Changfeng, for some reason, a look of anticipation appeared in his heart.

If you kill him, you won't need to collect food...

…

…

The red sun rises in the east, and the snow stops.

Yanzhou Chengzhou Ya.

After many days of exhaustion, Qin Si fell into a drowsy sleep. Yang Yu closed the door, sat cross-legged next to the bed, and slowly settled down.

Catastrophe and plague, the terror of plague is not inferior to natural disasters, even with Qin Si's supernatural power, he also felt that his mental strength was very heavy.

After adjusting the breath for a long time and dispelling the fatigue, I just entered the cauldron of gluttony.

In the past few months, he has refined the 'Five Zang Temple Recipe' twice, but the tomb keeper looked too closely, no matter what he did, he would no longer be able to touch the ginseng fruit.

"Breeze, bright moon..."

Looking at the ups and downs of the recipe in the shimmering light, Yang Yu thought for a while. He still had a ginseng fruit in his hand, and Shouyuan had already made up for it, but he couldn't do anything about the tomb keeper, so the third node was difficult to make.

For the time being, I held my mind to completely refine this recipe, and looked at my newly acquired ingredients.

without hesitation.

"Refining, ingredients: the skin of the bull's head."

hum~

The light is like a tide, the light and shadow are like water.

It seems that not even one thousand percent of the moment is reached, and there is already another world in front of you.

The sky is high and the clouds are clear, and the autumn is high and cool.

This is an ancient city with eight doors and squares. Its size is the size of a normal city, but the difference is that this city is located on the top of the mountains.

To be precise, the top of Wanzhang Mountain.

"This city..."

In the past few years, Yang Prison has attached great importance to the collection of myths and legends. He has a lot of ingredients and recipes in hand, and he has gained a lot.

But after thinking about it for a while, I couldn't figure out what kind of city this was.

"Ghost town?"

Yang Yu pondered and stepped into this illusion.

hum!

As soon as he stepped out, Yang Prison noticed the difference.

This is not the first time he has obtained ingredients and recipes related to the ancient times, nor is it the first time he has stepped into the fantasy world before the ancient times. However, this time is different from any other time.

The spiritual energy of this illusion is so thin that it is almost only one or two lines stronger than the current world...

"With such a fantasy, it's no wonder that Ah Pang failed in promotion..."

Yang Yu's heart moved slightly.

In the Wanshou Mountain environment, he actually gained a lot, not to mention other, just behind the blue water and cold pool, the dialogue between the two ancient gods, the value is immeasurable.

Although, they were just communicating with each other, not leaving anything behind.

But he got a lot.

For example, the end of the catastrophe is like a collapse in the sky, and those who die first are tall people...

According to what Lu Sheng said, the Dao of Heaven collapsed, and all gods and Buddhas, including the undead, all cut their ranks, trying to make themselves a 'short man'.

And this cow obviously doesn't understand anything, everyone kills himself, and he still wants to succeed, so it's no wonder he has to fail...

While thinking about it, Yang Prison walked into this ancient city on the top of the mountain.

Different from the recipe, in the fantasy of ingredients, he is like a lone soul, except for the bull's head, it is impossible to perceive this fantasy from anyone's perspective.

The ancient city is surprisingly lively.

The wide streets are full of merchants and pedestrians, and there are also teahouses, taverns, and workshops on both sides.

Those who carry burdens, set up stalls, deliver goods, buy supplies, apply rouge gouache...

As far as the eye can see, there is a lot of people's voices, which is a bit more lively than Yanzhou City, and the people here have a different mental outlook from the outside world.

It is a kind of atmosphere that can only be found in the capitals of prosperous countries.

"interesting…"

Yang Yu's eyes flickered in amazement.

Wandering along the road, although the things placed by various vendors are different from the outside world, you can roughly identify the usefulness.

but…

In front of a book stand, someone was buying books. Yang Yu's eyes were sharp, and he saw that many of these books were actually written, but many were very vague.

when~

when~

Suddenly, a bell rang in the city.

Yang Yu's heart moved, and he saw that with the nine ringing of the bell, all kinds of people in the streets and alleys stopped their movements and looked at the tallest building in the city with sorrow on their faces.

Some cried softly, some sighed, and some shouted.

This is a kind of Taoism in ancient times. However, dialects are not lacking in all dynasties and dynasties. Before ancient times, it was even more distorted. Yang prison recognized it for a long time.

"king!"

The word they call the most is king, to be precise, ghost king.

This ancient city located on the top of the mountains is a ghost town where ghosts and ghosts gather!

boom!

After nine bells, a roar broke the brief silence.

Yang prison could see clearly, along with the strong wind howling, a figure appeared on the roof of the tallest building in the city.

It was an old man with white temples, a long gown, and a very old man. He raised his head to the sky and howled, which is the most ancient and orthodox Taoist text:

"Abang!"

Boom!

The earth-shattering roar reverberated on the top of the mountains, almost at the same time that the ghost king revealed his name, and a lofty city gate seemed to appear abruptly between the gloomy wind and howling.

It seems to be empty and real, standing in the mist, exuding an ancient and terrifying aura, and the four unknown Taoist texts on it are even more palpitating.

"The Pass of Netherworld!"

gate of hell!

The moment I saw this pass, except for the ghost king, all the ghost people and ghost generals in the city were almost frightened and unable to move.

The presence of this door means that the war general of the Yin Division is about to appear...

boom!

Accompanied by a tooth-pitying sound of pushing the door, a huge bull's head protruded from behind the city gate.

"Lonely ghost, dare to call my name?!"

The gloomy wind howled, and the explosion sounded like thunder.

Except for Yang Prison, no one could see it clearly, only half a scream was heard. The majestic old man, who was screaming in the sky, had already been photographed with the tall buildings below him.

Yang prison could see clearly.

That thunderbolt also sounded like an explosion. It was the sound of an iron fist breaking through the sky.

Its power is terrifying.

This can't even be called a battle, and next, let alone.

When the majestic bull head with a height of thirty feet walked out from behind the gate of ghosts, the entire ghost town, large and small ghost generals and ghost people, seemed to have lost all will to resist.

They all fell to their knees, and in the shock of the ghost gate, they turned into a billowing mist and were swallowed by the bull's head.

boom!

Thick gunpowder smoke spewed out of his nostrils, and the tauren-faced Ah Pang's eyes burned like fire for a long time, before he sighed and muttered to himself:

"I'm the only one left..."

The fierce bull's head was shedding tears at this moment, tears as big as fists 'patta' and 'patta' slipped down, no longer the fierceness before, only loneliness and loneliness.

"The Great Emperor, Fu Jun, Ghost Emperor, Yama, Judge, Ma Mian... Netherworld has completely collapsed, I didn't hold on, I didn't hold on..."

Lonely Niutou walks lonely on the empty street. Sometimes he finds a place to sit down in a wine shop, sometimes he goes to drink a few cups of tea, and even reads a few books.

One day, two days...

The time of the illusion is speeding up at this moment, the sky is white and black, black and white, all the scenes remain the same, only the position of the bull's head is changing.

Time, day by day, UU reading www. This giant cow uukanshu.com is getting more and more lonely. Sometimes, he will go crazy and also like to rush into the mountains to vent, breaking the hills one after another.

Occasionally, he would sob and cry for days at a time.

During this period, there is no one in the ghost town, only the wind and the cloud are accompanied...

He couldn't detect the existence of Yang Prison, and Yang Prison couldn't communicate with him. Fortunately, the solitary bullhead would sometimes become very chatty.

"God is dead, the devil is gone, I'm still alive..."

"The emperor is right, the Heavenly Desolate Realm is unusual, but why didn't he come by himself? The Great Freedom King Buddha, the Great Buddha, the White Bone Bodhisattva...

Why don't they come? "

"It is said that the 'Emperor' holds the authority of 'existence', can he not exist in the last calamity?"

"Hey, Ma Mian, if only you were here, it would be better for the two of us to drink than to be so lonely..."

"I'm dying too."

…

On the dull and boring days, Yang Prison didn't calculate how long it took for the bull's head, because the illusion in front of him was flowing at an extreme speed.

One day, the hangover Niutou woke up, and he didn't know how much courage he mustered to call out the gate of **** again...

"I, will I be the last ghost in the world?"

He muttered, and suddenly, he seemed to remember something:

"Yams, I'm afraid they're all dead. Then I'm an old cow, don't you think you can have a **** of an addiction before you die?!"

Thinking of this, the bull's eyes brightened.

Then, he disappeared into the gate of hell, and the illusion came to an abrupt end.

Only his murmurs remain:

"It would be great if I could live to the end of the legend. Hehe, in a world where there are no gods and Buddhas, I am an old cow, and I am addicted to the emperor..."

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