The First Cause of All Realms

Remember [New] for a second,! All things have a spirit, and all can become enlightened.

Similar words, Yang Prison has seen it in many ancient books, and there is even a legend that a **** stone gave birth to a race.

But it was the first time he had seen the magic weapon become a spirit.

only

'I meet treasures along the way, the legendary things, have I encountered them again? Is this the lingering shadow of the old man's supernatural powers, or is my luck too much? ,

Playing with this flexible little thing, not to mention, after kneading it a few times, he felt a lot better.

only…

"Will the sacrifice suffer from backlash and curse?"

Yang Yu's heart moved slightly, and a ray of spiritual energy poured out from his fingertips.

Snapped!

The deflated little toad swelled back instantly, took a big mouth and swallowed that ray of spiritual energy into its belly.

"Why, don't you pretend to be dead?"

Yang prison spit out the text.

After so many years, his mastery of Daowen has been extremely deep, except for very rare and lost words, most of which are at his fingertips.

"Humble... mortal, you dare to blaspheme the gods!"

The three-legged golden toad was stubbornly stubborn, his cheeks stirred, and he wanted to spit out something, but in the end, only a puff of white smoke stood out:

"Cuck!"

"…"

The air seemed to quiet down suddenly, and the three-legged golden toad froze.

"Why don't you vomit?"

Yang prison sneered.

This three-legged golden toad is in extremely poor condition, almost on the verge of starvation, where can it spit out saliva.

"Every, mortal..."

The cheeks of the three-legged golden cicada bulged, and the small red eyes were rolling, and Weng Sheng said:

"If you offer enough spiritual saliva, this **** will spare you the sin of blasphemy, if not, if not..."

"how?"

Yang Yu's five fingers exerted force, 'crack, squeak, squeezing the little thing flat again, and a faint white smoke squeezed out of his mouth:

"Cuck!"

The three-legged golden toad was furious:

"Mortal, you..."

"Cuck!"

"mortal!"

"Cuck!"

"Where..."

"Cuck!"

…

Yang Yu was very patient, squeezing and rolling it again and again, until the little thing couldn't even breathe out, and he stopped:

"Go on."

"you…"

Tongue sticking out, spots the size of copper coins trembling all over his body, the three-legged Jin Chan was extremely angry, but he didn't dare to speak ill of him again.

"Cuck!"

The next moment, it was pinched flat again.

Toad is furious:

"why?!"

"It's fine."

Yang Yu smiled and pinched again.

"Cuck!"

This time, the little thing didn't breathe at all, it was soft like a big yellow snot.

At this time, Yang Yu slowly opened his mouth and told the origin of this little thing:

"Three-legged, red-eyed, golden toad, with 'lucky fortune and treasure,' suspended animation, two gods, due to fate, they will escape doom, and will give birth to spiritual wisdom, right or not?"

"you?"

The three-legged golden toad trembled and reacted:

"Your supernatural powers? Cave watching, searching for secrets, observing fortune... Tongyou? Or..."

"what?"

Hearing the toad name dozens of magical powers, including Tongyou, Yang prison couldn't help but be a little surprised:

"You little guy, you have a lot of knowledge?"

"Bastard!"

The little toad was furious again:

"When the ancestors opened their lives, the eighteenth generation ancestors of your grandfather's grandfather's grandmother's grandfather's grandfather were not born yet, how dare you...

quack! "

"Is it true that Yang can't kill you?"

Yang Yu's face sank, and before the three-legged golden toad could respond, his wrist flicked again, which had already motivated Rongjin to refine his body.

Although this golden cicada has become a spirit, it is still not flesh and blood. Its root is the essence of Taoism and all gold. It has been promoted to the second level of financial refining and can be restrained.

"The immortal body of the ancestors,

you... ah? ! "

The shrill screams almost shattered Yang Yu's eardrums. This fist-sized toad made a sound that was even louder than that of a **** dragon:

"What kind of magical power is this?!"

The three-legged golden toad screamed in horror.

Of course, he didn't believe that the mortal who had humiliated him many times in front of him had the ability to destroy him. His body was far from being destroyed by such a mortal who had never accomplished anything.

However, at this moment, the pain from the soul caused it to scream uncontrollably, and its origin was disappearing.

"Forgive your life! Forgive your life!"

Aware of the huge threat, the little toad instantly confessed, and when Yang Yu let go of his hand, the little toad with the big fist had shrunk by half.

A pair of mung bean-sized red eyes were faintly turning blue.

"Forgive me!"

Aware of Yang Yu's eyes, this little guy trembled again, even though his heart was furious, he no longer dared to utter foul words.

"I ask, you answer."

Seeing that the little guy was soft, Yang prison flicked his fingers, and a cloud of golden mist returned and submerged into his body.

This is the essence of gold and iron that he absorbed from this toad.

"…answer."

The three-legged golden toad trembled, and his heart was already half cold, where is it that the supernatural powers of the person in front of him just restrained him?

"Who built this temple?"

"This Demon Conquering Patriarch Temple was not built in the blessed land of Dayue, but a wild temple built by my master. Therefore, after the catastrophe came, it became the only Demon Conquering Patriarch Temple that was not destroyed."

People had to bow their heads under the eaves, Little Toad pinched his nose and held back, Weng Sheng spoke angrily about the origin of this ancient temple.

Before ancient times, immortals and gods lived in the world, and the court of gods was in charge of the courts of the heavens, ruling over the gods, demons, gods, demons and Buddhas in all directions.

Without permission, no one is allowed to build temples privately, and those who disobey will be killed by nine clans, and all their souls will enter the eighteenth level of the Nether.

This ancient temple was built quietly by a disciple who was passed down by the Nine Heavens Dangmo Patriarch's 'Dayue Blessed Land', who broke out of the door wall.

And not long after its establishment, the catastrophe came completely.

Almost overnight, the countless temples of the ancestors of demons all over the world collapsed, but this private temple remained.

"How did you survive the catastrophe?"

Yang Yu nodded slightly and asked again.

He has dreamed back to the ancient times more than once. Although he has never come into contact with the great gods in the legend, he can see one or two from the sporadic traces.

Under the catastrophe, even if the divine court will collapse and shatter, it is excruciatingly difficult to survive the catastrophe.

In ancient books, the Qi is the foundation of the Dao, and once the Qi is eliminated, the nine Qi will dissipate and all things will disintegrate.

People are like this, and so are magic weapons.

This is evident from the difficult survival of the past sect masters of Taiyi Sect.

He was quite curious about how the three-legged golden cicada survived.

"...is the master."

The three-legged golden toad was silent for a moment, as if recalling something, and his mood was a little depressed:

"The catastrophe came, the stars withered, the divine court collapsed, and the temples of the gods and Buddhas shattered one by one..."

The master hated the ancestor of the fairy and demon for some reason, but he was still worried, and finally one day, he couldn't bear it any longer, and broke through to pursue the ancestor of the demon..."

Little Toad's mood was low, and his voice trembled a little, but between the lines, Yang Prison could also sense its resentment towards the ancestor of Demon Slayer.

Is it the resentment of the master for abandoning it?

Yang Yu's heart moved slightly, but he didn't interrupt. Hearing him continue to mention, the mysteries of ancient times, just a few words, are also precious.

"Before leaving, the master left all the treasures to me, together with the small cave that he had obtained...

Let me wait for him here..."

The three-legged golden toad's cheeks can't help but bulge, and the mood is getting lower and lower:

"He might not come back..."

Next, Little Toad answered every question he had, and cooperated very well. Unlike before, Yang Yu had some doubts, but he still asked them one by one.

This toad, I don't know how many years it has survived, but the magic weapon is different from human beings.

Of course, this is also related to the small hole left by its owner.

No matter how small the cave is, it is also a cave, and the spiritual energy in it may not be able to support an immortal and demon to survive, but it has allowed this magic weapon to spend endless long years.

And it woke up from the silence, thousands of years ago...

"...Invisible traction, let the owner's small cave come to this world... But no one can detect it, no, thousands of years ago, there was an old Taoist who came to the temple and put on incense..."

Little Toad's cheeks bulged:

"That old man may not be as good as you, or he may be too careful. Ren Lao...however I will guide me, I won't come..."

Sloppy man...

Yang Yu knew it in his heart.

Thousands of miles away, he naturally couldn't hear the rumors of Yu Baimei, but after thinking about it, he understood most of it.

That old Taoist must be a sloppy Taoist, and he also noticed the strangeness of this ancient temple, but he did not approach it.

For some unknown reason, Little Toad knew everything, and sometimes Yang Prison didn't even ask, he just said it, and revealed a lot of things.

At the end, it puts forward its own desire:

"Fan... As long as you take me out, Patriarch... I can help you set foot on the road of immortal Buddha, the road of immortality!

It also allows you to find the magic weapon left by the ancient gods and demons! "

Is this what it is for?

Yang Prison is not surprised, but he has some doubts. Even though this little toad was asleep before, he has woken up for more than a thousand years, but he doesn't look like a city man...

The spiritual intelligence of the magic weapon is so low?

"Okay, I promise you."

Yang prison naturally agreed.

He is not going to sacrifice and train this three-legged golden toad, because the more magic weapons, the better.

Any magic weapon needs to be nurtured by the spiritual energy, and even if it is the master of the ten capitals, the absorption of spiritual energy is limited.

Even with the support of the spiritual energy in the picture of the clear water and cold pool, he was already at the limit of warming up the acquired seed bag and the golden crocodile scissors.

Not to mention, Yi Tongyou saw the disadvantages of this little toad in sacrifice...

But he will never let go of this treasure. UU reading www.uukanshu.com does not say that it has the characteristics of attracting wealth and treasures. The spirit of the magic weapon, which has been passed down in ancient times, is enough for him to cherish it.

The little toad was overjoyed immediately, and repeated the 'quack' several times, while Yang Prison pretended not to care and asked:

"By the way, what do you call your master?"

In the joy of seeing the sun again, Little Toad was unguarded and blurted out:

"My master was once one of the five hundred spiritual officials under the command of the ancestor of the demon subduing master. He has vast supernatural powers, boundless mana, and is known as the king..."

The words stopped abruptly.

Little Toad's cheeks bulged, and anger flashed in Mung Bean's eyes:

"Why do you want to ask my master's name?"

Spirit officer?

Surname Wang?

Yang Yu's heart moved, and then he smiled, grabbed the little toad in his hand, and turned around, except for this tiny hole:

"Just curious."