The First Cause of All Realms

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The cold wind blows against the current, blowing smoke and dust.

The valley that looked like ruins was once again shrouded in darkness, and in the dead silence, only the wind was howling.

And, the resentment and mourning that seemed to come from outside the void.

"Dead, dead?"

Looking at the mass of blood blown away inside and outside the valley by the gust of wind, everyone including Zhang Dong and Mu Qingliu couldn't help but feel nervous.

No one can survive being beaten into a cloud of blood.

But the poor old woman's life-saving ability is too strong, so strong that even if she sees her flesh and blood, she is still not sure that she is dead.

Yang Yu raised his eyes, and in the wisps of clouds in the darkness, he seemed to see the figure sitting on the top of the mountain.

Looking at each other, Yang Yu raised his hand to disperse the white fog, and the phantom of the purple-gold gourd flashed by in the subtleties that no one could see.

He swallowed the bitter and vicious soul of the black-clothed old woman: "It's over..."

The old woman in front of him was the most difficult old monster he had ever encountered so far.

Its three thousand years of practice is profound to an unimaginable level, and Taoism is like a wave, enough to shock any strong man in the world.

But she has been too long, or she has never had the experience and thought of fighting to the death. So much so that, even at the last moment, he was still reluctant to fight with him.

As a result, the eighteen-faced jade pendant that Qin Si painted by himself didn't come in handy, and he didn't wait for the seal of sacrifice he expected...

Because, she is not an incarnation.

Under the eyes of the sky, Yang Yu could see clearly that what looked like one soul was actually the entanglement of five souls.

This black-clothed old woman is a real pity old woman who merged the five incarnations into one.

However, she is not really one. In contrast, she is the old black mountain demon who killed the seven-kill mountain back then, who is more harmonious...

"Lu Chen! You hurt me, you hurt me!"

Zijin swallowing evil treasure gourd trembled uncontrollably, and let out a wave of moans higher than a wave, within which was a whimper of resentment and unwillingness to the extreme.

"town!"

Until this time, Yang Yu's heart was not slack at all, and in his thoughts, he motivated the other two great fruits to work together to suppress the old woman's soul.

Daoguo is not a magic weapon.

If you really want to maximize the power of Dao Fruit, you can only refine these three Dao Fruits into magic weapons.

"Yang Prison..."

The voice of resentment became weaker, and was suppressed by the three great fruits together. Yang Yu concentrated on the perception, only to feel a purple mist inside the purple gold gourd.

This old monster that has lived for three thousand years has at least sixty purple lives on it!

"call!"

It wasn't until the whimper in the Zijin gourd completely disappeared that Yang Yu just let out a breath of turbid air, and as soon as the hot air locked in his body came out, the temperature within a hundred zhang rose sharply, and the sweat was steaming.

"died!"

With a flick of his wrist, the Sword of Seven Tribulations almost fell, Yu Baimei let out a long sigh of relief, exhausted and shocked.

Hanging Mountain has existed for more than a thousand years, and there are countless unknown secrets. Among them, the information about this pity old woman is unknown.

From the end of the Qin Dynasty to the present, for more than 3,000 years, there have been countless people who wanted to fight against this beast, and there have been records of them.

There are Ba Zun, Emperor Han, Grand Master Bodhidharma, mad monks, sloppy Taoists of their own patriarchs... and so on.

As strong as Zhang Yuanzhu, he exhausted the battle of the Ming Dynasty's national fortune, and cooperated with the past dynasties of Fushuiguan to bind him here.

Henry Zhang, who had gathered in martial arts for three thousand years, was still one move short of chess and killed himself.

He is so tyrannical that he is not a powerful old monster who dares not go out to face the mountain when he is not Shouyuan. At this moment, he is really dead!

Died in the hands of this junior who has only practiced for thirty years...

The shock was so great that he looked a little dazed.

He was like this, and all the tycoons from all over the mountains and forests were also shocked, and they fell to the ground again, their bodies were limp, some laughed and turned away, while others cried and shouted the names of relatives and friends.

Those who dare to come here are not just because of someone's invitation, but more because of blood feud.

"Finally, finally..."

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Feng Wushuang, whose temples were white, came behind Yang Prison before everyone and looked at the bursting blood mist.

"Ying Li'er, Senior Sister Yuan, Junior Sister Jiang... She is finally dead, finally dead!"

Finally, dead!

Looking at the dissipating blood mist, Zhang Dong pinched the flags he caught from the ruins, and he was also relieved.

For nearly four hundred years, he has always lived in great depression.

This repression comes from Zhang Yuanzhu and Henry Zhang, but the biggest threat is the immortal old man who has lived for three thousand years.

She, eats people...

Click!

Crushing pieces of jade pendant, dispelling the wounds and alien energy on his body, Yang Yu raised his eyebrows and looked into the darkness. Guanghua was not there, and he appeared to be a tall and ethereal figure.

"My lord."

In just one step, he came to this ruin.

"He is, Soldier Soul."

The surging breath was difficult to calm down, and Mu Qingliu came to the front, with a complex expression with admiration:

"Brother Xuanba's cultivation really makes this old man admire him..."

At this moment, Mu Qingliu had already guessed the cause and effect, and he did not hide it, and told Yang prison softly.

"On the day Brother Xuanba left the fortress, he once sent an old soldier with a phoenix wing and a golden thorn to find Mu Mou. At that time, he only said that he wanted me to come to Dayan Mountain on that day, and if he saw the seven arrows in the sky, he would release them. The phoenix wings are gilded with gold..."

Mu Qingliu's expression was complicated.

At that time, he only thought that Henry Zhang wanted to use his own hands to weaken and kill this old monster.

But only then did he understand.

"What Brother Xuanba wants is not only to cut his thousand years of practice, but to leave behind this soldier's soul, and cooperate with future generations to completely kill this old witch!"

"Soul Soul..."

After listening to Mu Qingliu's remarks, Yang Yu had a clear understanding in his heart.

Many years ago, Henry Zhang retreated and wanted to break through the gate of immortality, but he could be limited by heaven and earth. After all, half of his feet were blocked, his Shouyuan plummeted, and he was about to end.

Later, when he left the fortress, on the bright side, he wanted to kill the old demon of Montenegro, but in reality, he wanted to bet the remaining life essence and exchange it with this old witch.

Unfortunately, the Nail Head Seven Arrows are too incomprehensible, even if he realizes the powerful supernatural power of "not here, not there, just like the legend" standing upright and shadowless, his body and soul are still destroyed.

But he still has his back.

This is the soul of the soldier...

"In ancient times, the strong men who urged swordsmen and soldiers often pursued "the unity of man and soldier".

For Wu Sheng, it is the will! "

Mu Qingliu stretched out his fingers, and under Yang Yu's gaze, the iron sword on his waist leaped into his palm as if alive.

Taking weapons and taking objects from the air is naturally nothing to him.

But Mu Qingliu's hand still made him raise his eyebrows.

Because, this sword has not been affected by any external influence, it is not real gangster, nor gangqi, and the real one jumped into the palm of his hand.

"With the will to build up the armor, the armor will be psychic. Brother Xuanba once said that if the will is strong, the armor can even be refined into the body..."

Yang Yu was thoughtful.

Many years ago, when he was refining fine-gold armor, he obtained a magic weapon.

According to this secret technique, the other party can become a tempered weapon, and even the arrow is like a psychic, like driving an arm.

But compared to the soldier soul in front of him, it was far worse.

He guessed that this might be related to the two-edged knives breaking one after another. He didn't have much time to warm up the knives...

"Ugh....."

Mu Qingliu sighed:

"Brother Xuanba's actions are beyond imagination, manifesting the soul of a soldier, and using his tyrannical fists, this is already the means of an immortal god..."

While speaking, the long sword returned to its sheath, raised his hand slightly, and Mu Qingliu turned and left:

"This matter is over, Mu Mou will go away. As for the phoenix wings, Mu Mou will send them to Qi Daoguang according to Brother Xuanba's wishes..."

As the voice drifted, Mu Qingliu's figure had disappeared into the forest.

And Yang Prison, (this chapter is not over yet!)

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Then he took out the 'Crescent Phoenix Wing' that was taken from the main altar of the Self-Lian Sheng Sect.

hum!

The already silent soul of the soldier, the moment he took out the 'Crescent Phoenix Wing', had already reacted.

As soon as Yang Yu let go of his hand, the remaining soldiers in his palm had disappeared, and the soldier's soul seemed to have taken a big tonic.

The phantom body becomes staring.

His empty eyes also seemed to have a focus. He looked at Yang Yu, and after a while, a voice came:

"She is dead?"

"died."

Yang prison nodded.

"it is good."

The soldier nodded, and the burly figure disintegrated instantly, like a bubble, dissipating in the night.

The only obsession is completed, even if it can survive, the soul of the soldier will still self-destruct...

There was only a stream of light, wrapping the remnant soldier and falling into Yang Yu's open palm. On it, there seem to be fine words flowing in the faint light.

"Spirit and flesh are one..."

Yang Yu's eyes turned, and the words on it all flowed into his heart.

What surprised him was that this text, except for some subtleties, was almost the same as what Lu Chen gave him back then.

This is......

"Qilian Baishan League, Wei Yan, on behalf of Shishu and Shizun, thank the King of the Northwest for the great kindness!"

A burly man, kneeling on his knees, kowtowed heavily:

"After today, my 100,000 brothers from the Qilian Hundred Mountains Alliance will follow the king's lead!"

"Weiyan..."

Lu Qingting, who landed on the eagle, didn't have time to look around when he heard a heavy kowtow, and his heart couldn't help but move.

This Wei Yan is not an ordinary person. On the list of Jinxiu Mountains and Rivers, his ranking is quite high. Not only has the entrance opened, but he also has two magical powers. He has briefly competed against Bodhidharma before.

Is this surrender?

Yang Yu converged his mind and was about to speak. All over the mountains and forests, many experts who were invited this time have followed suit.

"Yingshan Sword Sect, willing to obey the prince's orders!"

"Yiyun Temple, I am grateful for the great kindness of the lord, if there is a dispatch, I will definitely do my best to do it!"

"Banqimen..."

"Flying Fish Island..."

"Jinshan Temple..."

......

Almost in no particular order, in addition to the many Liansheng sect masters led by Feng Wushuang, the masters in the mountains and forests all followed.

Those who were willing to serve, knelt down on one knee in succession. Even if they were unwilling to serve, they bowed and saluted, and shouted their names, willing to be sent.

"we......"

The emotion was so strong that Lu Qingting almost bowed his head.

"Blessed Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate!"

Looking at the bloodstained swordsman in the ruins, Yu Baimei was also a little complicated:

"After today, who in the world will be able to compete?"

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Chapter 812 Indestructible Soldier Soul!