The First Cause of All Realms

huh~

Bless your body with the magnetic vibration of the burning energy of the spirit qi, and use it to greatly increase your speed and the power of boxing.

Yang Prison had this idea many years ago.

However, the current is violent, indistinguishable between the enemy and me, without the isolation of the real astral and the infuriating, the damage to oneself can be described as great.

Therefore, after several unsuccessful attempts, he retreated and pursued the next best thing, using Yuan Qi to form an arrow, a ninth-rank Heavenly Will and Four Elephant Arrows, bursting out the power of archery beyond the tenth-rank.

In this way, he has broken the double-strength body of Qi Daoguang, and he can also stop the mountain with three arrows.

But this thought always existed in his heart. He has been a human being in two lifetimes, and he knew the potential of Yuanmagi from beginning to end.

And this idea, after lifting the sky into the soul to shake the ground, finally has the possibility of realization.

Along the way, he has changed directions many times, first to eliminate the plague, and secondly, he is also promoting the progress of his 'Yuan Magnetic True Body Art' and trying 'Yuan Magnetic Plus Body'.

Click!

In the darkening sky, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed across the sky.

"This kid..."

The palm of his hand trembled as he pressed the sword, and the fifth Jie stared at him. He was shocked by the horror of this electric light, but also by the others.

Possessing the ability to cross the void, clearly advancing and retreating freely, yet he still has to challenge the Martial Saint...

"He actually..."

The moment Yang Prison vacated the air, Feng Junzi almost thought that he was defeated and wanted to retreat. After all, not to mention the goshawk hovering on the side, just his ability to fly through the air, once vacated, the Dark Moon Dharma King would not be able to catch up.

Unexpectedly, instead of retreating, he advanced, as if he had used some taboo martial arts?

"Fool..."

Yuguang swept across the battlefield, Feng Junzi shook his head slightly, but for some reason, an inexplicable touch rose in his heart.

Three arrows pierce the sky to block the mountain, one person retreats ten thousand troops, and the weak fights the strong against the Martial Saint, it is really reckless to the extreme...

Boom!

It was the roaring sound of the airflow being torn apart far away.

There was smoke and dust on the ground, and the wind was raging. In the middle of it, Dharma King Darkmoon was surprised and his face was shocked, but for a moment, it turned into a laugh:

"To be Henry Zhang? It's a pity, the old man is not the Li Yuan of the year..."

hum!

In the strong wind, the Dark Moon Dharma King clasped his hands together.

The viscous ink color spread at an extremely fast speed, and in an instant, inside and outside the battlefield, many masters were bright and dark in front of them.

I only felt that the night was pulled down by an invisible big hand, covering the entire battlefield.

But instead, the light came back.

In the endless darkness, a shimmer of light overflowed, and the body of the Dark Moon Dharma King became the only light in everyone's eyes at this moment.

Roar!

From the sky to the earth, Yang Prison, which pierced through the void like lightning, fell into a momentary darkness, and in a trance, I only felt that above the earth, there was a vajra reciting the Buddha's sound, stepping over the earth, using it as a cover, and pushing it horizontally. Go up, want to cover the sky.

Darkmoon Grand Handprint!

There was no longer the slightest indifference, this type of big mudra, the Dark Moon Dharma King sent out to the extreme, and all the light seemed to disappear wherever his breath came.

It was the boiling of his will, which suppressed the true perception of the outside world by all the masters present.

Instead, many soldiers inside and outside the battlefield saw this momentary scene.

In the dark halo of ink, a big handprint runs through the sky, grasping the storm, like a long dragon.

Above the long sky, the figure intertwined with electric light and red gold, like a divine blade, split the wind and clouds to penetrate the sky and the earth,

crashed down.

hum!

The fists meet again.

At this moment, on the huge battlefield, there are thousands of people inside and outside, but no one can clearly see the confrontation between the two.

I only felt that the dazzling light filled all sights, and even after a breath, the earth-shattering roar sounded, and I still couldn't see anything.

I don’t know how many people screamed and covered their eyes, tears kept flowing, and what’s more, they forced their eyes to open, and blood flowed out.

Boom!

The great earthquake sank in unison, and the billowing smoke and dust rose into the sky along with the strong wind, covering the land like a mushroom cloud.

Countless sediments flew in all directions, slapping in all directions like hidden weapons.

"What a bastard!"

At the moment when the fists and palms intersected, Dharma King Darkmoon's complexion turned red, and his nine-foot-tall body actually dipped inch by inch under the scorching electric light.

Fast to the top, combined with the mighty power of the ten dragons and ten elephants, he only felt a roar in his ears, and his whole body's blood was shaken for a moment.

It is impossible to let go of the force, but there seems to be another level in this fist mark, which is higher and purer than its fist.

It was this strength that first knocked off his body protection.

And this is...

"Me, my Mahamudra palm strength?!"

Click!

The extremely violent sound of muscles and bones rubbing was heard, and Yang Yu's arm was finally overwhelmed by the force of the tide running through.

Accompanied by a sour groan, the entire break was broken, and the huge collision force that could not be accommodated in the mustard seed space, which could not be unloaded, spread to his whole body in an instant.

boom!

In the sound of the explosion, the two figures separated again, one smashed the cold and hard ground, and the other flew upside down.

Huhu~

The wind was raging, and the smoke was everywhere.

Inside and outside of Lianshanguan, there are clearly countless people paying attention to this battle, but at this moment, there is not even the slightest noise.

Win or lose?

"Failed..."

Fifth Jie pressed his long sword tightly and sighed in his heart, but he was not surprised.

His eyesight is excellent, and the distance is the closest. In addition to being temporarily blind, he saw the scene after the two fought.

The blood mist and dust filled the air, and the old monk was extremely embarrassed. He had already collapsed into the hole of seven or eight feet, and he still buried most of his body underneath.

Only the blood-stained skull remained outside, but it lost its former majesty. It was beaten from nine feet to nearly five feet high...

However, although his breath has slipped from the peak, it is still extremely dangerous, and even more dangerous!

Across the distance, he could feel the almost real anger of his people.

In contrast, Yang Yu, who had the upper hand, had broken bones and bones, and blood splattered into the sky. If the goshawk hadn't come to catch him at a high speed, I'm afraid he didn't know where to fall.

The breath fell to the bottom.

"puff!"

Spitting out a mouthful of thick blood with big teeth, the Dark Moon Dharma King, whose eyes were as red as ghosts, pulled out his hands and feet from the mud that was flattened by force to the level of steel.

"Okay, good! Unexpectedly, the old man has not fulfilled his duties for 60 years, and Henry Zhang has appeared outside the gate, good, good..."

Another mouthful of dirty blood spurted out, and the Dark Moon Dharma King stretched his muscles and bones, and he stood up again amid the sour bone friction.

At this moment, he was extremely embarrassed, and the half-red withered body was cracked open, visible to the naked eye.

"This old guy..."

Lu Qingting, Feng Junzi and the others could not help but take a deep breath.

Before this moment, seeing Yang Prison fall from the sky, they were more or less lucky in their hearts.

But they still underestimated the old monk.

Their will, vitality, and control over themselves have all reached a level that makes them incredible.

"It is clear that the road of the great master has not yet come to an end, and he can actually arouse the invisible aura between heaven and earth, and use it to bless himself, and burst out such shocking power...

If it weren't for your physique not being at the second level, this time, I'm afraid I'll have to spend most of my life..."

In the sound of 'kaka', Dharma King Dark Moon looked indifferent, but his eyes were extremely cold, and he was even angry in his heart.

He didn't lie.

In this collision, he suffered a big loss. If it wasn't for this junior's shallow cultivation, I'm afraid that at that moment, it would not be impossible for him to fall here.

Even so, the injury he suffered at this time was much more serious than the appearance, and the pure physical strength almost shattered most of his muscles and bones.

Boo!

The goshawk was whimpering and took over Yang Yu's body. It endured an unimaginable force, and the steel and iron bones were smashed to pieces.

"It's a pity, it's a pity. You are too young to meet the old man again today. This is really a blessing for me..."

The voice came to an abrupt end.

The Dark Moon Dharma King swept across, and saw the howling cold wind in the battlefield, as if inspired by something, gradually converging into a tornado with a height of dozens of feet.

Under his gaze, minions, horns, and even dragon scales were born, turning into a stormy dragon at an extremely fast speed.

"Daoshu, exhale."

Dark Moon Dharma King raised his brows, and before the goshawk, at some point, several people had already stood there.

The fifth Jie stood with his sword and protected Feng Junzi behind him.

Lu Qingting came to the goshawk at the speed of his gods. He glanced at it and couldn't help being shocked. Yang Yu's injury at the moment was much more serious than that of the old monk.

The electric light flickered from time to time, as if it had been roasted, and one arm drooped down, fearing that it would be broken...

However, after suffering such a serious injury, Yang Yu looked as usual, but he was a little distracted, and he didn't know what to think.

That's all, Qin Si, who had checked Yang Prison's injury, was actually relieved...

"Xu's disciple. Lao Na has heard about the reputation of the two. It is said that you master one of the four major Confucian schools of the Ming Dynasty, and your disciples are all over the prefectures and states?"

Dark Moon Dharma King's eyes moved:

"Old Na is a bit of a cherished talent..."

Feng Junzi lowered his eyes and murmured, blessing Taoism. Although the battlefield dissipated at this moment, Wu Sheng's qi and blood were very comparable, and Taoism was still severely restricted.

The fifth Jie was also silent, just holding a sword.

"That's it, that's it. It's still all killed..."

Before he finished speaking, Dharma King Darkmoon had already changed his mind. As soon as he moved, he would violently attack and kill several people.

Stop suddenly.

"Old monk, who are you going to kill?"

The sound of "click" continued to break the bone, then tilted his head and straightened his spine. Under the horrified eyes of several people, Yang Yu walked out slowly.

The breath that had fallen to the bottom of the valley suddenly rose to a height, even better than before the battle!

"Healing magic?!"

The Dark Moon Dharma King's eyes narrowed, and an astonishing light erupted.

Holding the pale-faced Qin Si behind him, Yang Yu's eyes were extremely bright, and his heart was very happy for a while, and he felt that he had lost his shackles and felt that he had regained himself.

I don't know when, the word Wu Sheng was like a mountain in his heart.

It is true that the Book of Life and Death and Jin Jiao Scissors both seem to have the power to rival or even defeat the Martial Saint, but the price of the former is too great, and the latter requires a lot of spiritual energy and time.

When he left the customs this time, he found out that the plague demon was one of them, tested the person behind it, and even fought against Martial Saint.

In the final analysis, the Martial Saint or the Ten Capitals can’t be achieved overnight, and he can’t never leave the gate…

There are also preparations.

Qin Si's jade pendant, he carried three in his arms, of course, Qin Si was reluctant to use it, so he spent all his energy to heal him.

"Wu Sheng's will is indeed tricky, but..."

With a mouthful of turbid breath, Yang Prison stretched out his five fingers, gradually forming a fist mark:

"Some hits!"

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"One day of chanting sutras increases one day of Taoism."

"Education of the green ox increases the practice of Taoism by one day."

"Slaying demons and eliminating demons increases Taoism by one month."

"…"

Jiang Bai guards the broken Taoist temple, holds the Tao Te Ching, and just wants to practice peacefully with Qingniu.

Unexpectedly, there are fewer and fewer ways to teach Qingniu, the world is chaotic, and evil monsters are in the red dust.

I had to take a trip to the red dust, and the number was too high!

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