The First Cause of All Realms

call!

Suck!

Above the dragon head, Yang Prison sat quietly to adjust his breath, and his mind returned to the dark.

The cauldron of gluttony is still slowly turning, and the process of complementing itself is not over yet.

At this moment, the cauldron of gluttony seems to be more complete than before, but because of the arrival of Ding Gai, he has instead seen the truth.

The three legs and two ears of the gluttonous cauldron, compared to the cauldron body and cauldron cover, appear illusory and ethereal.

call!

With a thought, Yang Yu's eyes fell on the tripod wall.

【Yang Prison】

【Wu Sheng】

[Fate: Kuixing kicks and fights, comes out on top (step on seven stars, you can see the fate)]

[Fate: ten purple, two red]

[Ji Kui enters life (lavender), nine cows and two tigers (lilac), financial refining (lilac), foreign visitors (lilac), natural martial arts (lilac), genius of the sky (lilac) ,

The Achievement of Martial Saint (Light Purple), The Seventh Method of Fixing the Root (Light Purple), Returning to the Other Body (Light Purple), Unmoving Mountains (Light Purple),

King Kong is not bad (dark red), good fortune (light red),]

[Status: Slightly injured]

Twelve lives, ten purple and two red!

More than five years after being promoted to Martial Saint, Yang Prison's transformation has finally been completed, and the upper limit of life has broken through to twelve in one fell swoop!

Except for the last two red fates, he can fulfill the full purple fate!

In the past five years, he has progressed by leaps and bounds, in addition to the huge feedback from refining and refining the body seal, he also benefited from his fate.

Twelve lives have truly surpassed that of his peerless genius, but the quality of lives is only slightly inferior.

Thinking of his own younger brother, Yang Yu had to shake his head, it is true that people cannot be compared with each other.

Ordinary people, when they are born, if they are not from a wealthy and noble family, at most one or two white qi, but when he is born, he has ten purple lives, and he has a deep purple life.

After Tongyou was promoted to the second level, he already had the ability to merge fate, but he stopped at lavender and couldn't synthesize higher-level fate.

And according to what he saw in the mirage, Yang's slight appearance when he reversed the synthetic fate, it could be inferred that one deep purple life was comparable to nine lavender lives.

Moreover, the destiny of heaven is even better than the destiny of Tianzi...

"Three layers of seclusion, you can synthesize the life of deep purple..."

Yang prison muttered to himself.

[Di Kuixing... rubbing...]

【Printing in progress...】

Di Kuixing is still in the process of rubbing, and the final step of Ji Dao Kuixing's promotion is still not satisfied.

"Ten capitals, ten capitals..."

Yang Yu's heart was filled with ripples.

He is not Henry Zhang, martial arts, he wants to take, the road of immortal Buddha, he will not give up.

A two-hundred-hundred-year lifespan is the limit of a human being. Whether it is an ordinary person or a Martial Sage, a two-hundred-hundred-year lifespan is extremely insurmountable.

The path of the Immortal Buddha is the real path to longevity.

besides......

[Martial Arts Progress: Martial Saint]

[Divine Ability: Ten Capital Levels: Tongyou (Second Level), Earth Shaking (Second Level, Ten Dragons and Ten Elephants), Sky-Raising Body (First Level), Rongjin Refining Body (Second Level)... ...]

[Thaumatic: Eighty-nine Mysterious Art (One Change Peak)...]

[Superior martial arts: Yuanchu Zhengang (10th grade), Yuanci Zhenshen Jue (10th grade), Heaven’s Will Four Images (including fist arrows) (11th grade), Baquan...]

【Zhongcheng Wugong:......】

【Lower martial arts:......】

[Tao Techniques: Return the Body (Ninth Grade), Hundred Soldiers Invincible (Ninth Grade), Palm Thunder (Sixth Grade), Surrogate Death Technique (Ninth Grade)...]

【Truth: One】

[Magic weapon: human seed bag, golden Jiaojia scissors, blue water and cold pool map...]

【Artifact:......】

limit!

Looking at the text flowing like a waterfall, Yang Yu felt calm.

After cultivating for more than 30 years, he has almost reached the pinnacle of martial arts, and there is very little room for improvement.

Without his predecessors to prove it, even if he has the life of ten purples at the moment, and martial arts is added, he will no longer be able to.

Fast forward as before.

In contrast, his various supernatural powers mostly stop at the first and second levels.

"Extreme Leader..."

hum~

In the sea of ​​​​heart, there are ripples, and strands of smoke gather here, and gradually, light and shadow are intertwined.

If Beihai Longjun is here, it can be seen that in this light and shadow, it is exactly what happened in the mirage.

Yang Prison is analyzing the mirage.

In other words, in the analysis of the mirage, Yang Ni experienced 12 years.

Divine power is indeed the road.

This point, whether it is him at this time, or Henry Zhang once had to admit.

Compared with martial arts, whether it is magical powers or mantras, there is a point that the former cannot compare at all.

That is, unreasonable, beyond ordinary people's understanding.

For example, Mirage.

It's just a mantra, and the illusion it outlines is almost like reality, and all of it is not only what he has experienced, but also what he has never experienced.

It's like another, parallel world.

This kind of power, until now, Yang Yu has no way to figure out and understand.

but......

"Twelve years..."

All kinds of lights and shadows circulated at high speed in the sea of ​​​​heart, Yang Yu paid attention to everything, and watched and analyzed it bit by bit.

He pondered and pondered the analysis. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that if he changed his position, he might not be like this.

"Different encounters will indeed create different me..."

Yang Yu sighed in his heart.

Back then, if he hadn't met the old man when he was in a desperate situation, he might not have been Yang Prison, or he might have really become Yang Ni.

Watching quietly, Yang Yu was highly concentrated.

In an almost real mirage, Yang Ni struggled to survive. Because of the strength of the Beihai Longjun, he was almost an enemy in the world.

Since Heishan City, he has killed Longyuan all the way and the world, and has fought almost all the masters in the world to the death...

The hardships and difficulties involved are self-evident.

For Yang Prison, in this mirage, Yang Ni's experience is also extremely precious.

The mirage is almost like the world, so it also has a great reference for him.

For example, he killed Montenegro seven times, Brahma Ruyi twice, Mu Qingliu...

For example, after he was promoted to the tenth capital and opened to the third level of seclusion, his understanding and exploration of this magical power...

In the past twelve years, Yang Ni has done his best to gather the lives of all sentient beings and condense them into twelve deep purple lives!

Really overstepped my younger brother Yang Jian!

call!

Suck!

The long breathing sound swayed from above the dragon head.

Yang Yuqian sat silently with his eyes closed, and the stream of light in his eyes flickered violently. In the mirage, Yang Ni's twelve years of deadly battles, experiences, explorations, thoughts, gains, and thoughts...

All gathered in his heart, and they were constantly surging and colliding, and they were absorbed by him one by one...

......

Huhu~

The fierce cold wind blew the goose feather snow, dyeing the world white.

Although the New Year has passed, the severe cold outside the Great Wall is still dissipating.

"call!"

Pushing open the courtyard door, the cold wind poured in along with snowflakes, blowing Huang Sixiang's clothes.

Outside the courtyard gate, in the wind and snow, a middle-aged swordsman was quietly guarding here. Seeing Huang Sixiang pushing out the door, his eyes lit up:

"Master, have you broken through?!"

"It's just a small breakthrough, it's not worth mentioning."

Reaching out to touch the wind and snow, Huang Sixiang sighed lightly:

"The wonder of the entrance is really something that the most foolish people can touch. In this life, I'm afraid I won't be able to touch the realm of a great master..."

Looking at the wind and snow, Huang Sixiang felt waves in his heart.

He became famous at a young age, he was only forty years old, and he was in charge of the Jinyiwei of Yunzhou. He had a high position and authority. At that time, he only thought that the master, the realm of the great master, was at his fingertips.

However, the reality is too cruel.

In the next fifty years, he exhausted everything, but he only crossed the furnace. Even now, although all the veins are connected, he understands that if there is no great opportunity, it is almost impossible to open the entrance.

Thinking about that kid again, he felt extremely complicated for a while...

"Master, you can definitely break through the entrance..."

Glancing at his disciple, Huang Sixiang did not want to mention this, and asked:

"What about the old man?"

"The old man entertained the two generals Wei and Lin in the hall. It seems that he is preparing to deal with the attack outside the Great Wall in the coming year."

The middle-aged swordsman bowed slightly.

"Are you coming again?"

Huang Sixiang sighed, but without seeing how to move, his figure had disappeared outside the small courtyard.

Several ups and downs have come to the front hall of the mansion.

At this time, the banquet in the hall had come to an end, and many guests had already dispersed, only Wei Zhengxian and Lin Qitian had not left.

In the upper seat, Xu Wenji was getting older and older, and his originally straight back became hunched, and he kept coughing while speaking.

"Boss, Brother Wei, Brother Lin..."

Huang Sixiang saw the salute one by one, and several people in the hall also returned the salute.

"The snowstorm outside the Great Wall is getting bigger and bigger, and the temperature drop is getting worse. At most, ordinary people will no longer be able to survive in twenty or thirty years..."

Xu Wenji slowly got up, walked to the front of the hall, and looked at the white sky:

"This is a great change that has never been seen before. The Seven Killing King conforms to the time of the sky and gathers people's luck. If he breaks the barrier, he will never leave again..."

"The spies are here to report that the eight divisions of the Sirius have become unified, and millions of warriors have abandoned their homes and gathered towards the Seven Killing King City. I'm afraid, they are all waiting for the wind and snow to pass..."

Wei Zhengxian looked solemn:

"If it weren't for that Fangcun Xianshan was born, UU reading www.uukanshu.com attracted the world's masters to gather, this battle, I'm afraid it will break out three years earlier!"

"With the same place, against the power of a country, there is no chance of winning in this battle..."

Lin Qitian sighed:

"Xue Dilong is in control of the government and has fought with the Song family in Lingnan and Pingxiguan Qi for more than ten years. Ding'an Li Chuang and Dongyue Canghaicheng are recruiting people and sharpening their soldiers...

The old man counts on them, I'm afraid he can't count on them, as for the Northwest Road..."

"The Northwest Road is rich in gold, iron and horses, and it has been a battleground for military strategists in the past.

First, it was the Seven Killing King who wanted to integrate Heavenly Wolf and sharpen his soldiers, and secondly, it was also because the Northwest King was overwhelmed for a while, just like the old prince..."

Wei Zhengxian interrupted him and looked at Xu Wenji:

"Wei has a secret agent lurking in the Seven Kills City, to find out the secret, that the Seven Killing King has contacted the masters of all parties over the years, intending to besiege the Northwest King...

In this year, outside the fortress, there have been fierce troops, I'm afraid it's the siege..."

Before he finished speaking, Wei Zhengxian's expression suddenly changed, he turned around suddenly, and his pupils could not help shrinking.

A group of people followed and looked, only to see above the sky, between the wind and snow, a giant dragon meandering.

Above the head of the dragon, it seems that someone is sitting cross-legged, hunting in mysterious clothes.