The First Cause of All Realms

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Boom!

The sea of ​​mind is surging, and the mist is surging, and all kinds of illusions are born.

'A moment of truth has come...'

Enlightenment rose in Yang Ju's heart.

The Taiyi Fundamental Mantra, even in the Taiyi Sect, is a secret technique that only the head of the Taiyi Sect and a group of Supreme Elders can practice.

Preciousness is one, and the second is danger.

Mantra, as the name suggests, means true language.

Most of the written languages ​​in the world were created by later generations, but only this mantra is defined as the true language of the 'heaven, earth and universe'.

Therefore, in the Taiyi sect of all dynasties, there were heads and elders who lost their way in practicing this fundamental method.

But at this moment, Yang Jue felt the vibration of the Bajiu Xuangong, and knew that he was about to step into the threshold of the fundamental law of enlightenment.

At the same time, this contains extreme danger, but unlike many Taiyi sect masters, the early warning of the Bajiu Xuangong gave him the option to withdraw from this situation.

But in just a moment, he gave up this idea, let the mist shroud his body, just turned his mind, and landed on the blood flood dragon, retaining a trace of his own spirit.

hum!

In the next moment, Yang Ju had completely lost all perception of his body and the outside world, as if his soul and source had been pulled out of his body.

Fall into a bottomless abyss where infinite grotesques and darkness coexist.

The extremely strong sense of weightlessness became the only thing Yang Qiu could feel at the moment, which was enough to drive anyone crazy.

But his mind was calm, allowing himself to be wrapped in weightlessness, pondering the mantra urged by the Dragon Lord of the North Sea.

"The mantra of the mirage seems to refer to the unknowable realm where light and shadow are intertwined between reality and illusion..."

Fall, fall...

endless fall...

It seems like a moment, and it seems like thousands of years have passed, short and long, two completely different illusions overlapped in Yang Yu's heart.

He sensed the outside world again.

The colorful streamers rubbed and collided in front of his eyes, and there seemed to be endless light and shadow intertwined among the bursts of light and fire.

Scenes that seemed unreal or illusory, real or fake, indescribably unexplainable, the tide submerged him inside, impacting his heart and will.

He stared intently, and in the vast scene, he saw countless himself.

The little beggar on the outskirts of Montenegro......

The small government servants organized in the county government warehouse......

The little apprentices who practice martial arts in the small courtyard of Weihe...

 …

The self who inherited his father's job as a prison guard, the self who followed Wang Wu out of the city to suppress bandits, the self who survived a near death, the self who refined the god-seeded, and the self who had just obtained the power of nine oxen and two tigers...

He saw himself escorting prisoners thousands of miles away, saw himself being suppressed by the six gates in Qingzhou City, and set up a scheme to kill Mrs. Shi...

Seeing myself clearing Mulin Mansion, seeing myself fighting Deyang Mansion, seeing myself killing Nie Wendong...

Seeing myself scolding Emperor Qianheng angrily...

 …

Familiar and unfamiliar scenes filled his mind, and Yang Jue's mind was turned into huge waves. After difficult identification, a touch of enlightenment rose in his heart.

"This is my experience, no, this is what I have done, countless choices, countless choices, at the moment of choice..."

Countless selves standing at different selection gates, at the same moment, rushed towards him like a tide, trying to completely submerge him.

Crash!

clatter~

The billowing tide washed away everything, gradually, Yang Ju's mind became in a trance, and in the trance, he felt the coldness.

Long lost, cold.

 …

The cold wind in late autumn blows through the tattered clothes, and a biting cold rushes into my heart.

He looks around.

The cold wind blew through the wild forest, and there was not much dead grass left beside the road, and the bare dead trees rattled in the wind.

In front of him and behind him, there were refugees with yellow and dry faces, all desolate and numb.

He lowered his head, looking at himself thin

The intense hunger in his body made his face twitch uncontrollably.

Looking up again, he looked at the old man who passed by and walked towards the distance.

An inexplicable familiarity emerged in his heart.

"This is......"

 …

"ah!"

The shrill screams, transmitted from the illusory scene, made Beihai Longjun's face tremble.

"It's not right, it's not right, this person, it's not right! At this time, he is just an ordinary homeless beggar, why is he so cruel..."

Looking at the ferocious beggar who bit off the neck of a refugee and confronted hundreds of refugees with blood on his face, Beihai Longjun's heart skipped a beat.

He has used the Mantra of Mirage many times. This mantra is the foundation of his life. In a sense, it is more cherished and rare than his rank.

The greatest power of this power word technique is that it can use the memory of the practitioner as the core to compose a mirage that seems real and illusory.

And he has great control over this mirage, and every time he can find the scene that the enemy fears the most,

And interfere with this situation, deepen its fear, in order to achieve the terrifying power of tampering with its memory, distorting its mind, and changing its will.

However......

"This kid has a secret..."

As soon as he thought about it, Lord Long of Beihai's eyes became more and more fierce, enduring the pain of being short of origin, and intervening in this mirage again...

"I don't believe it, I have taken the upper hand, and I still can't deter this ant!"

 …

"I, killed someone..."

The cold wind blew away the screams, and looked at the crowd of refugees who were yelling 'kill' and fled in all directions, he lowered his head and couldn't help but be in a daze.

"No, it's too defensive..."

After a long time, he came back to his senses, stripped off the clothes of the refugees who had been bitten to death by him, wrapped them up,

Go to that small town.

 …

In a trance, Yang Qiu had a dream.

In the dream, he seemed to have returned to the past, back to the wild where he first came here, wandered in the wild, and almost starved to death.

But, this time, it's different.

The old man did not adopt himself...

The self in the dream took a completely different path, which made him feel a little palpitating when he saw it in the dream.

In the dream, he saw 'himself' bit off the neck of the refugees who wanted to eat him, and rushed out of the refugee team fiercely.

Seeing myself clashing with soldiers defending the city, being arrested and imprisoned, escaped from the prison after narrowly escaped death...

Seeing myself frantically collecting ingredients, seeing myself looting various families, being hunted down by Wang Fobao, and then, killing me back!

Seeing the Liansheng sect rioting, a night of **** night, the city of Heishan was almost ruined, and seeing Liu Wenpeng fighting with the masters of the Liansheng sect, he took the chestnut out of the flames...

Seeing myself finding the Zijin Tunsha Treasure Gourd from the ruins, seeing myself being hunted down by Jin Yiwei...

Seeing myself defeating the Shunde Mansion, killing through the Mulin Mansion, seeing myself winning the Suppressing Evil Seal...

Seeing myself break through Qingzhou, complete the ceremony in the fear of the whole city, and the seal of suppressing evil is great!

Seeing himself, the four masters of Nie Wendong, Huang Sixiang, Shi Pozi, Fang Qidao, Ji Longshan, Xie Qi, Changliu Mountain Pirates, Qi Gang, and Qingzhou...

All the people who chased and killed me and made enemies with me have all been refined into the living dead!

Seeing himself changing his fate, being promoted to Grand Master at the age of a weak crown, leading three thousand living dead with full lives, breaking Longyuan City, and brazenly becoming king, shocked the world!

He saw the world in an uproar, the imperial army suppressed the land, the martial sages were born, and the dark clouds overwhelmed the city... Seeing himself blatantly, he sacrificed blood to Longyuan City, using the flesh and blood of millions of soldiers and civilians in Longyuan City, and using the evil Can't refine the rank of Kuixing, and climb to the top of the martial arts in one fell swoop!

Seeing that he has achieved great achievements, he used the flesh and blood of millions of troops as the soil for refining the living dead, and finally led 8,000 living dead, and the ten great martial saints fought to kill Zhang Xuanba!

Seeing that he was defeated by Henry Zhang, coughing up blood and fleeing...

Seeing myself messing up the situation outside the Great Wall, forcing and killing Fan Ruyi, King Hongri, Li Yuan, and Tantai Mie, disturbing the situation between the two countries...

Seeing that he will get revenge, break through Qisha Mountain, defeat Heishan, and turn his eighth life into a living dead!

In the end, in the year of thirties, he led eighteen martial saint-level undead, broke through the Sirius pass, and forced Wei Zhengxian to death...

Fight Henry Zhang again!

Seeing Zhang Xuanba at the pinnacle, with supernatural power and heavenly power, killing eighteen martial saint-level undead by himself, and seeing his army of eight thousand undead, all died by the Xuanjia Jingqi.

Seeing myself, gathering the energy and blood of all the living dead in one body, at the last moment, forced to kill Henry Zhang in the peak state!

 …

"puff!"

In the mist, Beihai Longjun coughed up blood, his face was extremely ferocious, and the corners of his eyes were cracked.

"This can't be killed?!"

Looking at the mirage that seemed to be stained with blood, Beihai Longjun almost went crazy~www.wuxiaspot.com~ His origin was almost exhausted.

If this goes on like this, whether he will die or not, he will definitely die first!

Can......

In the blood-stained mirage, the picture freezes for an instant.

The massacre Shura field like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, blood stained the mountains, rivers and the earth...

Amongst the mountain of corpses, the man expressionlessly pulled out the phoenix wings that pierced his eyebrows and skull.

Then, reach out.

"......demon!"

Looking at the overlord standing up again under the blood-stained cloak, Beihai Longjun almost groaned through his teeth.

He has exhausted all means.

Let that person walk with difficulty, let everyone hate him naturally, make him the enemy of the world, and everyone wants to kill him before he succeeds...

However, all failed!

The violence, ferocity, ruthlessness, and firmness of this person's heart are simply beyond my imagination!

The ridiculous thing is that I almost believed in his initial words of 'obeying the law'...

For no reason, there was a chill in his heart, and he felt the despair he had never felt before.

That kind of people......

Looking at the swordsman standing amidst the blood and fire in the mirage, Beihai Longjun looked a little dazed:

"Yang Prison!"

"Old Loach, are you calling me? Or are you calling that trash?"

"who?"

An extremely cold voice came, and horror and horror flashed in Beihai Longjun's eyes.

It can be seen that the figure in the blood robe that has been cracked all over the mirage at some time, like a reincarnated demon god, slowly raised his head.

His expression is indifferent, his eyes are cold, and there is a red dragon-shaped mark between his brows, which opens like a vertical eye:

"A certain family, Yang Ni!"

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