The First Cause of All Realms

Collect heart nails in the space of mustard seeds!

Ever since he knew that the imperial court possessed three major magic weapons to protect the country, Yang Yu was looking for a way to deal with it.

Magical artifacts are like supernatural powers. There is no perfect magical power in the world, and there is no indestructible magic weapon.

From Qi Daoguang, he didn't get much. In fact, for four hundred years, the Ming court was in full swing. Even seventy years ago, no one could beat Yu Jia.

The Cuanxin Nail was only used once, and it seems that it was because a martial sage disappeared and assassinated the king when a certain emperor was on a tour.

Therefore, Qi Daoguang knew very little about this magic weapon.

What really made him understand this magic weapon was the month he followed Henry Zhang.

Under his insinuation, whether intentionally or unintentionally, Zhang Xuanba once mentioned the old event of his ancestor Zhang Yuanzhu ending the troubled times and setting the world 400 years ago.

With a commoner and a little beggar, he pushed the world all the way and became the overlord of the Central Plains, the supreme of the world. Zhang Yuanzhu had many adventures in his life, the most commendable of which was the "Magic Treasure True Shape Map" he obtained.

The race bag, the heart nail, Fengtian Temple, and another hidden magic weapon that Henry Zhang didn't even know about.

Among them, Cuanxinnail's record is the most outstanding, and he has the glory of killing several martial saints in an instant, and he is also the most known to the world.

The only time it was broken was when a thief stole the Cuanxin Nail and used it to assassinate Zhang Yuanzhu.

"The race bag can break a heart nail!"

A sentence Henry Zhang casually mentioned, Yang Qiu deeply remembered it in his heart.

Naturally, he has no seed bag, but he has space for mustard seeds!

boom!

While thinking about it, Yang Jue's body was like an arrow, and amidst the intertwining of lightning and light, he suppressed with bullying fists like a mountain, forcing Emperor Qianheng to retreat in embarrassment, unable to take the human race bag.

"The widow's heart nail!"

In the light of the talisman, Qian Heng quickly retreated, his eyes were reddened, his liver and intestines were in pain, and he almost vomited blood again.

Sitting in the world, the loss of one land and one state is not painful to him. Only Wanlong is enough to support the imperial court.

But it's different with heart nails.

It was passed down by the Taizu, passed down from generation to generation, and the emperors of all dynasties cherished it, nourished it for a lifetime, and used it to protect themselves and protect the country!

With this thing, even if it is as tyrannical as Fanruyi, it will not dare to invade it in close quarters!

Losing this thing is like being dug out of your heart!

"How dare you do that?! Ah!"

Howling in rage.

The light of the talisman was like fire, burning blazingly. At this moment, with Yang Yu's eyesight, he couldn't tell how many kinds of talismans he had used.

But with a slight scan, there are as many as twenty-seven types including Vajra, Soul Calming, Speeding, Body Protection, Enemy Repelling, Soul Absorbing, and Jingshen. new

And the number is enough to make many Taoist priests in Fushui Temple stare.

In an instant, the flames in the bushes were raging, rising to a height of tens of feet, and under this heavy blessing, he no longer retreated,

Instead, accompanied by this long howl, the true qi and blood were urged to come out, and the Tiangang fist came to meet him.

"Sky Gang Fist?"

Outside of Fu Guang, Yang Ju sneered.

Sitting in the prosperity of the world, as long as the aptitude is not to the limit, he can pile up enough to become a master. However, practicing martial arts has never been done behind closed doors.

Emperor Qianheng's surge of true energy was somewhat better than his current one, but this style of Tiangang Fist may not even have the attainment of the sixth rank.

For ordinary grand masters, it is still reluctant, but for him at this time, it is simply a joke.

boom!

Mind moves, punches fall, people fly!

The Yuan magnetic vibration, under the blessing of the electric light, with just one punch, the scorching rune light has been torn, rushed, and penetrated.

Boom!

At the moment when the fists and seals met, Emperor Qianheng felt hot in front of his eyes, and hot blood spewed out from the seven orifices instantly.

Finally, he felt the power.

Terrifying strength came along a series of vajra talismans, and in an instant, his true body was shattered and his horizontal training collapsed.

The whole person was beaten and flew off the ground, like a water bag that was pierced through, and a large cloud of blood sprayed out from the pores all over his body.

It was as if with one punch, the blood all over his body would be shaken out of his body.

"ah!"

At this moment, Emperor Qianheng almost collapsed.

He had never been in such pain in his life. For a moment, his eyes turned black and his mind went blank.

When he came back to his senses, he had already hit the ground heavily, spurting out blood.

However, his second scream did not come out in time. Amidst the cloud of smoke and dust, the lightning-shrouded figure had followed him like a shadow.

His boots, which were full of dust and seemed to have wet mud, stamped out the smoke, dust and blood mist, and came straight to his face.

"you!"

Emperor Qianheng's eyes were red, and the great fear was like an invisible big hand, tightly grasping his heart.

In this life-and-death situation, he seemed to be petrified, he had all the talismans and magic tools in his body, but he forgot to use them.

Between life and death, there is great terror.

Emperors and generals may not have the calmness of traffickers and pawns, but the co-lord of the world and the supreme dynasty in front of him seems to be particularly unbearable.

hum!

At this moment, Yang Jue's eyes fluctuated slightly, and the purple energy on his body was churning under the darkness.

According to legend, the Ziqi of the Son of Heaven is the direction of the minds of all people, and it has the magical effect of avoiding all kinds of evil, and Taoism cannot be added to the body.

However, this is just an illusory fortune after all, and it is impossible to shake his mind.

No matter what, his movements froze uncontrollably.

A breath of exuberance to the extreme, accompanied by the barking of the high-altitude dog, descended suddenly:

"Om ah hum..."

This is the Sanskrit sound, also called the mantra.

In Dali, it is Om Ah Hum, and in Da Ming, it is expanded to Om, Ma, Ne, Ba, Mi, Hum!

hum!

The moment the sound wave descended, Yang Ju felt enveloped by endless darkness, and invisible hands grabbed him, trying to pull him into the endless abyss.

"Um?!"

In an instant, the eyes of the sky radiated light, and the moment he escaped from the darkness, he saw a monk who looked like a Buddha and a demon, standing on the back of a big ugly bird, coming at extreme speed.

"give up!"

It was clearly the Sanskrit sound echoing, but there seemed to be a reprimand sounded in Yang Ju's ears.

This is?

As soon as a thought flashed by, Yang Ju didn't even think about who this person was, the energy, blood and true energy all over his body were already surging.

hold head high!

At this moment, there seemed to be the sound of dragons chant and elephant cries resounding.

In the eyes of the Shence Army, the ministers, and even Wang Muzhi, Yu Fengxian, and Princess Longyuan who came at a high speed, it was as if they had seen an ancient idol, raising its nose and stomping its feet on the bank of the endless ocean. .

"don't want!"

"His Majesty!"

"The traitor dares!"

Countless people's eyes are tearing apart, but how can the voice come as fast as Yang Ju's step? !

Boom!

It seems like the earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

Billows of smoke and dust shot up into the sky, and the entire bush was blown out by the hurricane, and where the ripples appeared, the ground seemed to be trampled over.

"ah!"

The scream of extreme pain pierced the sky.

"No!"

Above the flying eagle in the distance, there was an old minister moaning in pain, he looked at it with tears in his eyes, but couldn't help being startled.

The wind blows away the smoke.

Under the huge shock, Yang Jue suddenly rose to a very high place, and Zhengang grasped the Qianlong Bow in his hand like a tentacle, turned over and landed on Goshawk's back.

However, among the ruins, there was a monk who was sunk deep in the ground, with only one arm raised high to withstand his shocking step.

"Wu Sheng will!"

Yang Ju's pupils shrank violently.

With his speed, and the distance from human voices, unless he possesses Lu Qingting's supernatural powers, it is absolutely impossible to stop him.

Yet this man did.

At this moment, the person is still more than twenty miles away, but his will, like a real person, has crossed tens of miles and stopped him.

This is his extremely strong will!

boom!

Under Yang Ju's gaze, the monk disappeared without a trace.

"Amitabha!"

As the Buddha's voice echoed, Brahma came quickly like a ghost.

"Fan Ruyi!"

Yang Jue revealed the person's name.

The substance is average, and he can even stop himself twenty miles away from the body. This kind of will is already terrifying.

Compared with Zhang Xuanba at the foot of Qisha Mountain, it seems to be only a moment away...

Greatly separated from the Buddha's head, Brahma is as one!

His heart sank, but he couldn't help but wonder, how could the national teacher of Dali save Emperor Qianheng?

Could it be that these two are still in collusion? !

call!

The moment Yang Jue revealed his name, Fan Ruyi had traveled more than 20 miles and came to the ruins.

From extreme movement to extreme stillness.

At this moment, Yang Ju could really see the Buddha head of Dali clearly.

His sackcloth-like coat is riddled with holes, and his ivory-like perfect and crystal-clear body can be faintly seen, which is a symbol of his cultivation to an extremely high level.

It's just that at this moment, there are more than a dozen different wounds on this perfect Buddha-like body, the most serious one is a gunshot wound.

Internal organs are visible.

And this injury is...

"Soldier situation, overlord gun?!"

Yang Ju's eyes froze, and he already noticed a familiar aura on him.

In Liuji Mountain, he had died dozens of hundreds of times by the Black Armor Elite Riders, how could he not see that this was the injury left by the Black Armor Elite Riders...

"Henry Zhang!"

Casually glanced at the unknown Emperor Qianheng in the ruins, and Fanru looked at Goshawk, his pupils constricted violently for a moment.

Immediately, calmed down:

"I don't know the number of tomorrow, I don't know the general trend, a generation of overlords died outside the pass... Corpse-bearer, you seem to be his heir? But why do you want to kill your own emperor?"

"Time of day, general trend?"

The hanging palm held the Qianlong Shenbow tightly, and Yang Yu looked at it coldly:

"Da Li Guoshi, the Buddha head of Tianlun Temple, why did he save the emperor of Ming Dynasty?"

call!

A murderous air filled the sky, and within a radius of ten miles, the wind seemed to have stopped, not daring to blow.

Only in the distance, the crying and howling of the old minister came faintly.

"There is no one in the world who cannot be crossed. This old monk is here to cross the world's most noble person to become a monk..."

Fan Ruyi replied.

"ceremony?"

Yang Yu's heart moved slightly, and a sneer flashed in his eyes:

"That old monk, what happened to you is in vain..."

"Black Mountain is half dead, the overlord is dead, who in this world can stop this old monk?"

Glancing at the surrounding Flying Eagle Shence Army, as well as Wang Muzhi and others farther away, Fan Ruyi looked calm:

"Mysterious Armored Riders can't do it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ What can you do?"

"The old monk has been involved in good fortune, and Yang is not an opponent..."

Yang Jue held a bow in one hand and played with the race bag in the other:

"It's just that you're still one step too late..."

"Um?!"

Brahma seems to be aware of it.

In the ruins, Emperor Qianheng groaned and slowly opened his eyes:

"Abba, Ababa..."

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