The First Cause of All Realms

Chapter 734 Brahma Tathagata!

The moment he got started with the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Art, Yang Qiu finally understood that the greatest effect of all methods of avoiding calamity is not even to deal with calamity.

It is to discover the calamity, know in advance where the calamity comes from, and what its type is.

One of the greatest horrors of the calamity is the unknown. If the calamity can be known in advance, apart from the legendary catastrophe, it may not be inevitable.

At least for Yang Qiu, after he discovered Fan Ruyi's movements in advance and sent the old man and the others away, half of the doom had already been eliminated.

He even had time to tidy up and think about how to deal with it.

Golden Jiao scissors!

Yang Jue's eyes lit up suddenly, if he didn't say anything, it would be over, if he did, it would be at the time when Fan Ruyi was in trouble, and there was no way to retreat.

Boom!

The golden light was like a waterfall, the dragon soul stirred, and the head and tail intersected, bursting out a tooth-piercing piercing roar.

Since he got the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors, this is the first time he has used it on people in this world, and it has been warmed up by more than a hundred spirits!

"magic weapon?!"

The moment the golden flood scissors leaked, the Red Sun Dharma King who was watching the battle in the distance was startled, and the banter of watching a drama disappeared from his face.

A magic weapon, he actually has a magic weapon? !

What is the magic weapon, he naturally does not know.

The foundation of magic treasures lies in Dao fruit. After ancient times, almost all magic treasures disappeared with the disappearance of immortals and Buddhas.

In the three thousand years since the end of the Qin Dynasty, many relics have been unearthed, and there are not a few people who have been discovered in fairylands and illusions. Not to mention magic weapons, there are very few broken magic weapons.

The one who really let the world know that there is a magic weapon is Zhang Yuanzhu four hundred years ago.

That Great Ancestor of the Ming Dynasty, who combined the great fortune of heaven and earth, exhausted all his life's efforts to search for the world's gold and iron, and consumed the fortune of the country as fire, just now to forge such a magic weapon, a magic weapon of one and a half!

how could he...

boom!

The Dharma King Hong Sun, who was tens of miles away, all changed their expressions, and Fan Ruyi, who was the first to bear the brunt, felt the thunder dragon hitting his face,

The sudden burst of terror made his face tremble violently.

"The treasure of non-destructive killing that has been nurtured for many years?!"

Naturally, he is not unfamiliar with the magic weapon, and he has personally witnessed the process of kissing after Cuanxinnail and the human race bag fell into Yang Prison.

But he is more aware of the harshness of the magic weapon.

Whether it is a race bag or a heart nail, it is the treasure of the country that Zhang Yuanzhu forged with the luck of the country as fire.

This kind of magic weapon is simply impossible for ordinary people to touch, let alone use.

But even so, he still took the heart and blood of Emperor Qianheng, just to prevent this person from refining these two magic weapons by luck.

But he never expected that this kid actually has other magic weapons in his hands, and the fierceness and terror are even better than the heart nail!

"ha!"

Almost at the same time when the two dragon souls exchanged shares, Fan Ruyi had eaten the stick he had tried his best.

The moment he exhaled, three streamers of different colors flew out of the big sleeve.

Relics, prayer beads, wooden fish!

In the past, he never left his body, and he threw away the magic weapon that he had nurtured for many years. At the same time, he used his old stick with all his strength, and suddenly retreated to protect himself.

These three artifacts were obtained by him from the predecessors of the Eternal Temple, and he has been nurturing them for many years, but he is very clear that these three broken artifacts cannot block the extremely ferocious magic weapon in front of him at all.

laugh!

Sure enough, when his sleeve robe was still flying, the three instruments were strangled simultaneously in no particular order!

And that extremely fierce light completely enveloped him.

The junior in front of him showed a horrifying power of control, and this magic weapon urged him at the moment when he could not retreat.

At this moment, he even felt the stabbing pain from the outside to the inside, touching the soul. This magic weapon is enough to cut him in half!

A life-and-death crisis that he had never encountered in a century emerged in his heart.

"Careless..."

Such a thought flashed by, and Fan Ruyi's heart was filled with the sound of Sanskrit.

In times of crisis, we see our true colors.

In this critical moment, Fan Ruyi suddenly let go of the three-pronged staff in his palm, and clasped his hands together in front of his chest.

hum!

At the same time as the golden scissors were released, Yang Jue's long-prepared arrow had left the bowstring under the impetus of the scorching electric light.

However, time seems to slow down at this moment.

The thick to viscous dark red Buddha's light, almost like substance, appeared in his eyes.

In the mid-air separated by a mile, the Buddha's light rises like a waterfall against the current, and in a very fine time scale, it turns into a ferocious but sacred Buddha shadow.

Its face is not visible, but it can be seen that it has four heads, four faces, eight arms, and eight poles.

"Brahma, Tathagata!"

The magnificent Sanskrit sound almost exploded in my heart like thunder.

You can see the four-headed and eight-armed Buddha shadow swinging its eight arms under the light of the golden dragon scissors, drawing power from all directions.

The same but different eight styles were photographed, Tathagata palm? !

In the next moment, an earth-shattering collision, accompanied by a deep roar, resounded in the air.

"Yang prison!!"

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Huh~

From winter to spring, the breeze blows greenery and melts the ice and snow that have lasted for days. Even in the border areas outside the Great Wall, the chill has completely dissipated.

Outside the pass, Dali and Sirius have completely different climates.

The Sirius, which is close to the extremely low, has experienced heavy snowstorms year after year, and it is extremely fierce. Dali, which is close to the South China Sea, rarely has such severe cold weather.

But because of this, when the blizzard first came, the number of casualties far exceeded that of the other two countries.

"Even a country that is suitable for living in Dali is..."

Through the curtain of the car, he glanced at the mass graves where not many weeds had grown in the wilderness. Chu Tianyi was expressionless and shook his head in his heart.

From Daming, Sirius, to Dali, the most people must not be living people, but dead bodies...

Under successive years of blizzards, there were far more casualties outside the Great Wall than those inside the pass. Of course, those who died in the war were no less than the natural disasters caused by wind and snow.

"This place in Dali is not suitable for living..."

The man driving the car heard his voice and couldn't help shaking his head:

"Those bald donkeys really don't treat people as human beings. It is said that even if they step on the shadow of a nobleman, they will be beaten to death, and even drag their families down..."

As he said that, the coachman couldn't help shivering.

Although he was looking for a living at the border, but he really didn't like this ghost place at all.

"Stepping on a shadow..."

Chu Tianyi's eyelids trembled slightly, but he didn't say much. He just looked into the distance. With his eyesight, he could already see the ancient city.

Leicheng is not considered a big city, but its name is higher than most other cities.

Because this city is the closest city to the ten famous wonderlands 'Wanlei Mountain' in Dali.

And only the Xuanlei Stone produced here is the finest precious iron in the world, its value is so high that people can forget the danger of Wanlei Mountain.

Naturally, this small town is very prosperous due to the abundance of Xuanlei stones.

Regardless of the four seasons, there is no shortage of businessmen coming and going, even in the past few years.

Chu Tianyi glanced at it, and there were many people in the Jianghu with swords and swords, and there were even masters who exchanged blood.

"My lord, Thunder City has arrived..."

There are still a few miles away from the city wall, and the driving man has pulled back the horse:

"Li Ren is barbaric, so we won't go in, young master, what do you think?"

"Thank you."

Wei Wei nodded, took out the silver ticket, and bought the carriage together.

"Young master, I would like to warn you, in Leicheng, don't provoke monks, don't worry about anything..."

Accepting the bank note with a smile on his face, the coachman was naturally in a good mood, and even boldly reminded him to leave.

"Thank you."

Chu Tianyi nodded, cherishing words like gold, the driver left, but he didn't rush into the city, but crossed his legs in front of the car, quietly sensing.

"Wanlei Mountain..."

Hearing the indistinct muffled thunder of the sky change, Chu Tianyi's eyes shone brightly, with slight expectation:

"According to legend, this is where the fairyland left by the ancient Thunder God is located, is it or not..."

Of course, he didn't come here for no reason.

The occurrence of a secret realm in Wanlei Mountain~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Ordinary people don't know about it, but it has already been spread among certain groups.

He is definitely not the only master who came here.

"I heard that Yulong is here too..."

He said to himself, but he was not in a hurry, but after calming down, he once again urged the magical power of 'knowing the future'.

He who has transferred to the Invisible Sword has not shy away from using this supernatural power.

But his calmness only lasted for a moment, and was broken by the words that appeared in his heart:

[Farewell to the sword **** Mu Qingliu, you who have learned the sword, want to find the ancient thunder **** illusion to cleanse yourself...]

【You, came to Wanlei Mountain...】

【…you are dead…】

"???!"

Good night everyone, the number of words is slightly short, sorry...Book title: "The Last Gentleman"

Recommended words: A diseased book is growing and spreading in the most inconspicuous corner of the library. Waiting for someone to flip through its swollen cover, touch its wriggling words...

(end of this chapter)