The First Cause of All Realms

"Expel!"

The ink is smudged, and the air waves are emptied.

Protecting the old lady and retreating again and again, Qi Wensheng was extremely horrified, and the light reprimand was very similar to the legendary utterance of the law.

Wherever the sound wave passes, all kinds of dust, airflow, noise, and even light are trembling violently away from here!

boom!

The air wave was emptied, pushing the gust of wind to swirl the entire palace, attracting everyone's attention.

In a small courtyard not far away, Taoist Yunni, who was sitting at his desk and drawing a talisman, was shocked, and suddenly looked at the place where the sound waves came from.

It was seen that the ink color covered the sky, and a heavy wave of air quickly spread, like avoiding ghosts and gods.

What made his heart vibrate was the invisible energy that only the most sensitive spiritual sense can perceive.

"Supernatural power, triple!"

Suddenly getting up, Yun Ni's eyes flashed with horror and inconceivable.

Supernatural powers are far more difficult to cultivate than Ren Wenshu and martial arts. Even if they are the supernatural power masters who have been promoted to the ten capitals, only a small number of them can cultivate supernatural powers to the third level under the baptism of the sea of ​​laws.

And the princess who used her supernatural powers clearly didn't even reach ten!

"how can that be?!"

Not only Daoist Yunni, but many supernatural power masters and master-level warriors in the palace, all who saw this scene were all shocked.

The sky is dark, the air is surging, the hurricane is howling...

This kind of movement is simply earth-shattering, and it doesn't seem to be at a height that ordinary people can reach.

What scares them even more is that they have been familiar with this breath for a long time, which is very similar to the breath of the princess when we were seriously injured and rescued.

That is……

"Princess's magical powers?"

The afterglow came very slowly.

It is the same as me. Although I was shocked, I vaguely guessed what it meant to leave the back of that scene.

My heart was tense, and I made a decisive decision, calling on all the low-handed hands in the palace to be vigilant, and to withdraw all the people in the front yard.

Except, this hair exploded, like a small enemy, it is a white dog that allows anyone to approach.

"Ow!"

In the gust of wind, the white dog grows up against the wind, and it is as small as a calf, and it suddenly becomes as small as a house, and roars threateningly towards Qi Zhou.

Its spiritual sense is astonishing, and it senses that its owner has reached an extremely critical moment, and its eyes are blood red, allowing anyone to approach.

Even when Dayangjian approached its only son, the big fine dog, it was blown away by the gust of wind it set off.

Yu Jing arrived in a hurry, and his eyelids jumped forward again.

Looking at the white dog roaring in the wind, I was shocked. Of course I was very fond of the white dog, but I thought that it was so weak.

As my little master, Jing Ran also sensed safety...

"Expel!"

"Expel!"

"Expel!"

In the large courtyard, the air waves roared, and various altars were erected. Qin Yan was dressed in white and had long hair tied with a hairband.

In the various altars is living and wandering, stepping on the gang.

At that moment, only a few people could not notice that the luck entrenched in the northwest palace was surging and blessing towards you.

Before the ten capitals, there is a possibility that the supernatural power will be promoted to the eighth level, and in those seven years, you have tried almost no methods, and the sea of ​​laws has gone away every day, but you still have not been able to find the life map, let alone complete the ceremony. .

But with the withdrawal of supernatural powers, you have no control over your own rank map, and you have found a way to break the game.

'The blue bird borrows luck to take off! ’

In the mind, there seems to be no blue feathers fluttering, and a low and clean blue bird stretches its wings in the fog and makes a sound.

"Expel!"

While the white clothes danced, sweat dripped from Qin Si's forehead, but you seemed to be unknown, your hands undulating, like a butterfly piercing the clouds, and you were shooting magical powers again and again.

Once, twice... ten times, seventy times...

It may be the time of Zuzhantu, when the entire front yard of the palace seems to be shrouded in ink, Qin Yan just stopped.

You move forward, and every step you take, none of the altars will be broken. You take four steps in a row, and the four altars will be very good, turning into children's powder in the sky, driven away by supernatural powers, and permeating the ink color.

And yourself, stopped abruptly, stopped behind the first altar, put your hands together, spread your fingers apart, and formed a lotus-like mudra.

It leads you to trigger again and again, but it is the power of forty-four magical powers that has overflowed and scattered, and is imprinted in it.

Sitting cross-legged under the altar, with exhausted breath, withered flesh and blood, like a mummified corpse, under the eyebrows, Yang Yu, who has restrained his lack of energy!

boom!

boom!

Boom!

Qi and blood belonged to the inside, and divine will belonged to Mingming. In the absolute silence, there seemed to be no sound of thunder, which awakened Yang Yu's intellect when he was silent.

hum!

At the moment when the divine will returned to the body, Yang Prison felt as if he had fallen into a vast ocean, as if it was flooded by the raging tide, like a small boat in the raging sea on a rainy day, which could not capsize at any time.

It is water and it is the sea.

It is a tumultuous, vast sea of ​​essence and blood like rivers, lakes and seas!

That is, the heritage of this pity old mother's thousands of years of practice!

The heritage accumulated over the long years is enough to amaze any grandmaster and junior grandmaster from ancient times to the present.

Enough to make any Wu Sheng Wang Yang sigh.

The big boat is also a boat, but the foundation of Yang Prison’s 70 years of cultivation.

Seven years later, Yang Prison's restrained qi and blood spirit was fighting against such a terrifying background, and yes, sometimes!

It was unimaginably easy and tough.

In the past seven years, my spirit, energy and spirit have changed from being as small as a ship to a small boat.

"it's time…."

If there is no sound of thunder, rushing slowly from the void, Yang Yu listened to this moment, and finally opened his eyes.

Under the boat, the fog was hazy. This was the Qi Luck of the Northwest King, resisting and suppressing the invasion of the sea of ​​essence, qi and blood.

And the moment I opened my eyes, the mist dissipated actively, and then, this represented the gathering of my energy and spirit, and the golden boat was also flooded with anger.

With the help of this rolling thunder, reverse the invasion of the sea of ​​blood!

Seventy years of practice, after all, it is a little bit worse than my hundred years of practice. In the past, I have played against Wu Sheng a few times, and this has also been confirmed.

In those two years, I was creating merit, and I was also waiting, waiting for today.

Exactly what I want to do, turn the harm into the good, and use the sea of ​​spirit, energy, spirit and blood that the pity old woman has cultivated for eight thousand years to forge my own foundation of martial arts!

Wow~ the tide is surging, the sea of ​​blood is boiling.

For example, the irritated living people are very brave, and the sea of ​​blood, which seems to have no intelligence, feels a weak threat, and a shocking wave like never before broke out.

Yu Li, the altar on which Yang Prison sat cross-legged was trembling and moaning, and even cracked, my dry body was still full, and the sound of qi and blood rushing like the waves crashing on the shore almost came out of my body.

It seemed like I was going to shatter my blood vessels and bones, but I was destroyed and crushed again and again by the divine ventilation machine that entered my body.

boom!

In the midst of nothingness, the sound of thunder descended under the sea of ​​blood.

The azure light is like a waterfall, like a heavenly knife falling, tearing the sea of ​​blood, one, two, eight...

It seems like a long time, maybe just a moment.

It seems that the boundless sea of ​​essence, qi and blood has been divided by hundreds of criss-crossing blue lights, and there are several pieces that are divided into small and large.

At the same time, Yang Prison finally burst into flames, and the golden-colored blood was surging, like a dragon in the abyss, slaughtering the boiling blood.

The broken sea of ​​blood, I can only fight hard, there is a possibility of reverse infection, but on top of Qin Si's supernatural powers, the sea of ​​blood that is cracked has a way to fight against me.

Very slowly, the color of dazzling gold, it pushed through the sea of ​​blood in the opposite direction, - block, two, eight...

Crash, burn, dissolve...

Inside, Zhu Yun's complexion was as pale as paper, as if all the energy and spirit had been taken away in one wave, and no blood flowed out of her pores.

But you were relieved.

Behind the eyes, Yang Prison's dry body gradually filled up, and the billowing blood gas turned into a vigorous vitality, allowing me to return to the peak.

Even, the layers climbed...

"call!"

"Suck!"

Not long after, the ink color in the front yard gradually dissipated, and the scattered light returned with the rolling air waves, blowing small pieces of dust.

At the same time, it was a long breath coming from the front yard of the palace.

That qi and blood had reached an extreme length, and when he exhaled, the strong wind whistled, making the grass and trees in the whole yard rattle.

When you inhale, the airflow returns quickly and violently, like a small tide in the sea, which is spectacular.

"That is…"

Looking at the white dog behind him, who was getting more relaxed, Yu Jing moved in his heart, took a few steps forward, turned down the eaves, and looked into the distance.

I saw that before the ink entered, the bright golden color went from being there to disappearing, self-improving and weak, and it only flowed in the courtyard at first.

Not long after, it has risen straight into the sky like wolf smoke, even if the ink color advances, the light of the small sun that appears in the air can still be concealed.

"Ow!"

Suddenly, the white dog roared threateningly, and the hair on his body stood up like steel needles, and it looked at Yu Nan,

Felt huge security.

Yu Jing's reaction was slow, and he looked at it, his pupils also shrank, no one's eyes penetrated through the heavy houses and walls,

Halfway across the area, looking towards this room, his eyes are hot and indifferent, like a **** sitting on a cloud overlooking the world.

With the addition of luck, Qin Yan is comparable to the power of the eighth-level supernatural power. His power can almost move the sky, and his power is leaked. The impact is only in the palace.

Even in the distance of several small streets, it was also blown by the wind, sand and stones, and it looked like a storm was about to come.

Even in a restaurant next to the residence, separated by more than half of the domain pool, no one noticed the difference.

"The blue bird took advantage of the luck to take off, that big boy is very courageous..."

It was a small restaurant, and it had been completely wrapped up. At the window on the eighth floor, a luxuriously dressed old man raised his head slightly as he lay under the rocking chair.

That is Yuan Yuan, who looks very old: a small Taoist, I am wearing a Taoist robe made of fine brocade, with a white jade crown, and my hair and beard are white.

Looking at it lightly, I am also amazed:

"This eldest son is very lucky. It's a pity that I was cut off from the son and the grandson of the grandson, but I delayed other people's girls..."

On the eighth floor, there were not a dozen people to accompany me, but only the old man was sitting alone, listening to me, and I had to look out the window.

However, there are many low-rise buildings in the Northwest City, with eight stories low and high, so it is impossible to overlook the whole area.

"Master, are you talking about this Northwest King?"

There was only a handsome male disciple who was a little older in the first year, as if he had guessed something:

"Master seems to be very concerned about the king of the northwest? In the next few years, he seems to have made a divination for me. Yes, you said that I will cut off my sons and no grandchildren..."

The male disciple was very active. He covered his mouth as he spoke, and looked at Qi Shang with great heart. He looked so charming and charming, and the eyes of all the brothers and sisters were not cold.

"He's just stupid."

The old man spoiled and smiled.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he pulled you into his arms and leaned over. Instead of a long kiss, his whole body softened and his face flushed, before he let go: "The big mouth is also sweet~"

"Master~"

The male disciple let out a coquettish roar, covering his face and sticking it outside my arms.

"How about I cut off my sons and grandchildren? How many of the supernatural masters of the past and present have no sons left?"

The old man sighed slightly, not feeling sad.

I learned Taoism when I was a child, and I joined the WTO in middle age. It has been less than a hundred years since I was here.

But to this day, there are still children.

That, of course, is my problem, but the problem of Daoguo.

Except for the very common ones, the supernatural power masters whose supernatural powers themselves have nothing to do with their offspring, the very few supernatural power masters, all have the means to give birth to sons...

"what?"

On the eighth floor, all the disciples heard that kind of statement for the first time.

"It's because they think too little. None of them counts as one, but they all have the fate of Taoism. In that life, the younger son and the younger grandson talked about it, and the bloodline has been passed down for hundreds of years. Naturally, there is no problem..."

Seemingly emphasizing the apprehension of many senior disciples, the old man comforted him:

"Very good, for the Masters Association to take care of Yiqi on their behalf, when we mentor and apprentice, we always cut off their blood..."

Looking at Hanyue Sanren, whose beard and hair are all white and nearly eight-year-old, all the disciples who have no fluff on their lips are all right.

"Huh~"

Suddenly, the sound of heavy laughter came from upstairs:

"Northwest, the land of bitterness! Daoist Hanyue has always been content with pleasure, so why did you come here to suffer?"

"Who?"

The expressions of the disciples were slightly tight, and Hanyue Sanren was already waving his hands:

"Old Daoist came here to ask, is it possible that Brother Baishan knows?"

huh~

Before I finished speaking, the hot and stern old man had appeared on the eighth floor like a ghost, but just glanced at him, and no one dared to make a noise.

"This seat is here just to get something, he should stop it and stop it..."

"With four generations to fight for one immortal, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Daoist brother is almost done, but he asks that he must send his incarnation here? If he is planted there, it means that he will live a life in vain, and he will have to cultivate for ten years in vain... "

Raising his hand and interrupting the person who came, Daoist Hanyue pointed to the window:

"Yu knows you, Lao Dao is always a liar, it's a letter, he sees..."

"He's too much to look at this seat. Four generations of immortals, everything is done, why not... eh?!"

The old demon was originally concerned, but suddenly noticed something strange, I hurriedly raised my eyes, and my eyes pierced through the layers of walls like electricity.

But under the palace, blood was steaming like a cloud, and above the cloud, there seemed to be no golden figure like a man or a monkey.

And this hole pierced like a pillar of golden light, like a giant stick, it was caught in the palm of his hand, and only one stick pointed to the sky, forcing away a thousand hectares of smoke and dust,

It penetrated the airflow and reached the sea of ​​​​clouds!

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