The First Cause of All Realms

My name is Liu Qing.

Born in Linlongdao, Jizhou, and Jing'an Prefecture, they have been handed down for several generations, and they all work as swordsmen for a living.

I still have some talent. When I was in my teens, I was already very good at using a sharp knife. I took over from my father and became a swordsman.

In those days, the world was in chaos, and the law was also in chaos. In one autumn, hundreds of heads could even be chopped off. Within a few years, I would be late.

There are rules in the business of some people, and there are no taboos in the business of executioners, but in fact there are rules.

A swordsman in a small place can behead no more than ninety-nine, and I have already cut off nine hundred and ninety-nine.

But I was only in my twenties and had a restless temperament. It just so happened that that year, there was a war in the frontier.

The Lord of the Heavenly Wolf Court, "Zoligetu", led a million troops to conquer the border, hoping to swallow Daming when the throne of Daming changed.

That year, beacon fires continued. That battle was too brutal.

The imperial court launched a mobilization, and I don't know how many people went to the ten places.

I asked myself that the swordsmanship is good, and I am also a good player who has changed blood, but in that battle, I can only start from the people.

The war was fierce, and the army had sufficient supplies of various kinds. It didn't take long for me to be eligible to participate in the war.

There is no joy, only numbness.

Battle after battle, I don't know how many wolves I killed, and how many times I was injured, but the comrades around me changed batch after batch.

And I, too, quickly became a small school in the Pioneer Army. Then, I joined the Mysterious Armor Knight.

I heard that the head coach of this family is the son of the old Linlong King. It is said that the concubine of the Linlong King used his relationship to form a cavalry for his son.

Hi, I hope I'm not a dude...

Chasing the wind, the red cloud horse, the phoenix wings with gold mirrors, the mysterious armor, and the cape. Look at this appearance, it doesn't look like a war.

But he's not sloppy.

In the years that followed, I was extremely fortunate that I joined the Black Armor Knight, not because I was able to save my life, but because I was fortunate enough to follow him!

I, including eight thousand colleagues, are willing to die for him!

Mysterious Armor!

Mysterious Armor!

One battle, another battle, the reputation of the black armored elite cavalry is loud, on the battlefield, the enemy flees, the vanguard army is far away, and I am stunned by the battle!

What military **** Li Yuan, what Sirius Knight...

Victory!

The war was over, we returned to Linlong Road, we returned home in fine clothes, everyone was rewarded, and every family had land.

Me, one step at a time.

The former country gentleman nodded and bowed in front of me, and the big businessman with his waist is ten thousand, and he sent a sweet and beautiful maid...

Our house, land, and wealth are increasing. Eight thousand people have entrusted wives and sons to each other, owning a thousand hectares of land, and they have become important figures.

The rest of my life is what I deserve.

Everyone tells us so, and we think so too.

Until one day, Sun Ershan, died, died outside the palace, one of the twelve commanders of Xuanjia, who had never died in a hundred battles, was killed by a stone lion.

That's Sun Ershan!

His father and brother were all mysterious armors killed in battle, and he himself was the first in every battle, and he was not afraid of death.

But his son, who raped his wife and daughter and murdered the whole family, was sentenced to beheading...

When the lord did not see him, he crashed to death in front of the door. Before he died, he begged the lord to allow him to make atonement for his son and spare his single seedling...

It's a pity that his son is still dead, and the prince himself took care of the new, and in front of everyone's eyes, the evil was restored.

I know that the lord is warning us.

After that, I scattered my fields and family property. With only one son, I have long been unable to eat and clothe and spend more than I can.

But many people, they are not willing to give up all this...

They are disobeying the king's orders!

Clearly, they were all veterans who could go to death on the order of the lord!

Now actually...

I don't understand, but I can't change it. I just moved out of the prosperous Linlong Road City with the prince and returned to Jing'an Mansion.

I don't know, and I don't want to know how many Xuanjia veterans died that year. I only saw that the prince became silent, and it seemed that he was not so high-spirited.

Is he old?

When that terrifying thought came to my mind, I suddenly asked and found that I was too old to look like...

One day, I found that the prince had left Jing'an Mansion, and I hurried to catch up. The prince was going to enter Dayan Mountain again...

He only took me with him.

Yes, we are all old, chasing the wind and red clouds, and died many years earlier. The lord is hurt!

Even seventy years ago, he hadn't been hurt so badly, but he was laughing.

This kind of laughter was only experienced when Xuanjia was first formed, and he faced Dali with 8,000 against 300,000 elites.

Lord he...

...

The evening wind blew the setting sun, and above the wasteland, there was a remnant flag fluttering, and the broken soldiers were stuck together with the corpses of white-haired old soldiers.

In the wind, there is the smell of iron blood and gunpowder smoke.

"Unfortunately, this time, I couldn't keep up..."

Leaning on the new tomb, with white hair stained with blood, Liu Qing's expression was sullen and sad:

"Perhaps, it's useless to go, we old guys can't help the prince anymore..."

"Maybe the old man just doesn't want you to have any more casualties..."

Yang Yu sighed slightly in his heart.

More than 70 years ago, during the Three Kingdoms War, more than three million elites from various countries fought **** battles in Liuji Mountain for ten years, dyeing the mountains and rivers red.

In the midst of a hundred battles, the Mysterious Armored Knights gradually took shape

This is a hundred-fighting elite cavalry that has been forged from blood and fire. Since the day when the army was formed, under the leadership of Henry Zhang

, is the Ming Dynasty, and even the world's well-deserved number one army.

But even with such a strong army, it is no match for the years. More than seventy years have passed, and the eight thousand children are all old and no longer returning to their heads.

Just like Liu Qing.

In this world, he saw him for the first time, but in the illusion of Liujishan, he had seen it more than once.

But after the qi and blood decline, the wounds left by the ten years of fighting have been brought in one after another. Even if there is any good medicine, it is difficult to stop the decline.

The black armored knights who were once famous all over the world are now only a group of white-haired veterans who are over 100 years old.

"There is no mysterious armor in the world who is afraid of death. It is better to die in battle than to die of old age and sick on the bed...

Pushing aside the wound medicine handed by Yang Prison, she also declined Qin Si, who wanted to come forward to heal her wounds. Liu Qing staggered and stood up.

"Thank you little brother for sending the corpse of the prince. Before dying, it is enough to see his old man..."

This old soldier, who has been severely injured, is like returning to the light and returning to the light. First, he bowed to Yang Prison and the two of them, and then supported himself to the front of Henry Zhang, who was already dead.

Pulling out the broken knife, he said softly:

"My lord, Liu Qing is here too!"

laugh!

The blood mist dyes the red weeds, it seems to be a sound, and there is more than one sound

On the wasteland, the remaining old soldiers, either staggering alone, or supporting each other to approach, or getting angry, or using swords, followed Liu Qing.

The afterglow of the setting sun has dissipated, and only the dragon flag with the mysterious character is left, hunting and moving in the wilderness

"Everyone go well."

Yang prison stood silently, bowing to see each other

In the fantasy realm of Liuji Mountain, he witnessed the rise of Xuanjia, and under the same setting sun, he watched the legend come to an end.

…

Xuanjia ended.

Eight thousand old soldiers were buried in the wilderness, and it was three days after everything was done.

Huhu

Outside the eight thousand tombs, the wind whistled.

The invisible momentum spread, except for Yang Yu and Wang Muzhi, even the masters of the Dragon Class Palace were unable to approach within ten feet.

In the meantime, Yu Fengxian fell down and sat down, silently undefeated by Tiangang, and with his movements, pure and extremely true qi overflowed from Henry Zhang's corpse.

See you again!

Yang Yu concentrates on perception.

Inner breath comes from qi and blood. In a sense, it has a very distinct personal imprint, and it is impossible for non-martial practitioners to do it.

But hearing it at this moment is different from the old man who was slaughtered three times in ignorance and passed on the practice.

It has been hundreds of years since the death of the Three Killings and Loose People, and the infuriating qi is already very low, and Henry Zhang's infuriating qi is ten times, a hundred times stronger than that.

And in the true qi, there is the will of its own immortality.

This is good fortune, but it belongs to Yu Fengxian's good fortune alone. She is also invincible, and no one is more suitable for accepting Henry Zhang's gift than her.

"Will, inheritance.

Feeling the subtle changes in Chuan Gong, Yang Yu's eyes moved slightly.

It was only at this moment that he really knew why Henry Zhang chose Yu Fengxian instead of Qi Daoguang.

Because this is the same root.

Not the bloodline, but the Invincible Heavenly Gang.

hum!

This is the purest infuriating qi, and it overflows with a short slenderness, dyeing half of the sky golden.

In the middle of it, Yu Fengxian, with such a strong temperament, couldn't help groaning, sweating on his forehead, obviously the pain was extreme.

And the person's breath, in this process, keeps climbing, climbing...

"The inheritance of the overlord!"

Sighing slightly, Wang Muzhi glanced at Yang Yu:

"If Junior Brother did not transform the Invincible Heavenly Gang when he forged Baijing, then today, it is likely that you are the one who inherited the Overlord's inheritance."

"Zhao Wangye's true qi is too pure, and his will is tyrannical. The little county master has gained it, and it is even more powerful. If it were me..."

Yang Prison shook his head slightly.

The true energy of the Martial Saint can't make the warrior ascend to the sky in one step and become the Martial Saint, but his will takes a long time to kill.

Not to mention that Henry Zhang did not choose him, even if he did, he would not accept it.

Compared to True Qi, that volume of silk was more important to him.

"That's true."

Wang Muzhi nodded, not entangled in this topic, and turned to ask Yang Prison's plan:

"Mysterious armor is over and the overlord is dead. When the news spreads, the dragons and snakes asked by the world can no longer hold back..."

"Build walls high and store grain widely in anticipation of the change. Compared to what is about to come, neither Tie Hengliu nor Song Tiandao is a threat."

Looking at the overlord's body dissipating like smoke in the golden light, Yang Yu's expression was calm.

In a month outside the competition, what he has gained is not only the improvement of martial arts,

"The sky has changed. Two years ago, when I was promoted to the top ten capitals, and when I broke through the third level, I saw a corner of the future in the dark--"

Wang Muzhi couldn't help but glance at Yang Yu, but he stopped talking.

Looking at the overlord's body dispersing like smoke in the golden light, Yang Yu turned around, and Wang Muzhi left with him.

In a deserted forest, the two stopped, and Wang Muzhi said, "I didn't see you in that corner of the future..."

"Um?"

Yang Yu's heart moved slightly.

"It's really puzzling..."

Wang Muzhi frowned.

This, of course, shocked him very much.

With Yang Yu's practice and status today, even if he is not able to determine the world in the future, he must be the one who will stir up the storm.

"unless….."

Wang Muzhi was hesitant to speak, and Yang Yu continued his words:

"Unless I die before the sky changes..." Not bad. "

Wang Muzhi's expression became solemn;

"My supernatural power has not been deduced or predicted. Although what I see is uncertain, it will not be fake..."

"With my practice today, there may be many who can beat me on the splendid list, but those who can kill me... Yang Yu pondered.

Others heard the news of his death, or refuted it in anger, or panicked, but although he was a little surprised, he didn't panic.

but thinking.

This range is actually quite small.

After breaking through the eighth rank of the Yuan Touching True Body Art, he added Yuan Magnetic to his body, and the Burning Lingzhi could fight against the Dark Moon King without defeat.

And Darkmoon Dharma King's ranking on the Splendid Ranking is much higher than that of Yun Ni, Nie Longtian.

Those who are still in front of him are not the people of Huang Fu in the dark, but in fact they are only ten fingers...

"You answered me truthfully, this question is over, are you really going back to the northwest?" Wang Muzhi asked. "Not bad."

Yang Prison nodded without concealing:

"This matter is over, I have to go back to Montenegro to see the old man, and then I will go back to the Northwest Road..."

At this point, he paused slightly. "Dayan Mountain?!"

Wang Muzhi said suddenly, and seeing that Yang Yu did not refute, he frowned; "Are you really going to Dayan Mountain?"

"I had this idea." Yang Yu frowned.

He knew that the Daoist Mantra was most likely in Dayan Mountain. Although he didn't say it, he naturally had the idea of ​​going to Dayan Mountain in his heart.

But that was just a thought.

He wants to save people, not to seek death. If he is not sure, how could he risk himself? "Dispel this idea!"

Wang Muzhi looked serious, but he was relieved. "Don't worry."

Yang Yu responded, but something moved in his heart, thinking of something.

He came out of the inner express and looked at one of his destiny.

[Visitors from outside the sky: Lonely souls from outside the sky are not counted. After entering and exiting the soul, no one will spy on their fate by any means...]

"how?"

Seeing Yang Yu's strange expression, Wang Muzhi's heart tightened slightly;

"If there is a reason why you must go, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, then it is better for this old man to go there on your behalf with "splitting light" rather than risk it yourself..."

"No need."

Yang Yu came back to his senses and waved his hand to refuse.

How could he let someone else take the risk for him...

What else did Wang Muzhi want to say? Yang Yu had already changed the subject. He took out a leather-like pocket.

"How to open this 'race bag'?"

On the same day, when he fought against Emperor Qianheng, Chu Ruyi's sudden arrival made him not do his best, but he still took off the human seed bag.

It's just that this magic weapon is very miraculous, and he couldn't see the fate on it even with all of it. After several attempts, he couldn't open it.

"Bag bag..."