The First Cause of All Realms

Boom!

There seemed to be a lot of thunder blasting in my heart at the same time.

In an instant, Yang Yu only felt a roar in his heart, and he seemed to be shaken away from this body.

hum!

The huge humming sounded like a surging tide, and the mind was in the middle, like a small boat that could capsize at any time, constantly heaving.

[Second Level of Eighty-Nine Mysterious Art (quasi): Changes in Heavenly Thunder]

At this moment, Yang Yu's mind uncontrollably summoned the Eight Nine Mysteries.

After the calamity of Yang Ni, this ancient holy method of avoiding calamity, which had been practiced from the realm of Jiujiu Xuangong, has been promoted to the second level, but he has not yet selected the 'qi machine', and has only practiced the second change.

And at this moment, he felt the strong pulse () of the eighty-nine profound arts.

woo~

Immediately, under Tongyou, he discovered the changes in this profound art, and at the same time, the old Taoist's words echoed in his ears:

"Don't give in in case of robbery, if you break it, break it..."

[A sentence is passed down from the truth, and ten thousand volumes of books are faked]

[Tao is not taught lightly, Fa is not lightly cultivated...]

Fake? !

real? !

After a long time, Yang Yu woke up from the shock in his heart, but the ripples in his heart did not subside for a long time.

The Dao is not taught lightly, the Fa is not lightly cultivated...

At this moment, his emotions surged, and he felt this sentence very clearly.

The eighty-nine mysterious arts he cultivated are false, which is actually inappropriate, and there is no falsehood in the entire text, but in fact, it is still not true...

"True story, true story..."

Yang Yu murmured in his heart, his mind erratically landed on the cauldron of gluttony that was still slowly turning.

On the dark wall of the cauldron, there is a color that is completely different from the surrounding. At first glance, it seems to be a polished and shiny bronze mirror inlaid on it.

That is the reflection of his heart in the cauldron of gluttony, and it is also the true inheritance, the eighty-nine profound arts.

【Eight Nine Mysterious Art (True)】

Why is it true?

Why is it fake?

Yang Yu watched silently in his heart.

The place of brilliance, like a bronze mirror inlaid, is stamped with his many practices for this holy method of avoiding calamity. This has not changed in the slightest.

In the bronze mirror, his appearance is reflected.

In the mirror, he sat cross-legged, with five hearts facing the sky, carrying the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword on his back, with a purple-gold swallowing evil gourd hanging on his waist, a seal of suppressing evil.

Between the complete hundred meridians and one hundred orifices, there are blood qi, true qi, electric light wandering, and there are also golden Jiaojian in warm nourishment, human seed bag...

You can see the ribs and tendons, the eyes of the sky and the seclusion, the skeleton made of pure gold and black iron, and the mustard seed space in the right palm...

It can also be seen that in the acupoints, the Qi machine is swirling, and the seven orifices stone monkeys are being conceived...

Except for the gluttonous cauldron, all of him is reflected in the mirror!

A seemingly non-existent Thunder Dragon surrounds himself in the mirror, wandering, making a roar like a dull thunder from time to time.

That's a thunderstorm.

"This is the real eight-nine profound art..."

Yang Yu's heart rose to enlightenment.

He concentrated on the perception, his mind moved, and he recalled the murmur of the old Taoist when he parted, and there were traces of black energy on his body in the bronze mirror.

The black air was entrenched like fog, and it came from nowhere. It gathered into a group between his eyebrows, like a dark cloud covering the top!

"The Tribulation of Enlightenment!"

The moment he saw the black fog, Yang Yu already understood in his heart that this black fog was the doom.

It is the doom that he must face when he achieves the ten capitals...

hum!

As his mind moved, Yang Yu in the mirror seemed to feel something, and suddenly reached out and picked up a wisp of black mist from between his eyebrows.

hum~

Immediately, the air machine in the mirror circulated, as if a white fog rose, and in the dense, it seemed that there was a scene from nothing, from blurred to clear...

"This is…"

In the gradually clear fog, he saw a familiar and

An unfamiliar mountain, that is Dachan Mountain!

No, it is, the Big Toad Mountain in the picture of Damo Fulong!

Fairy magic realm?

Yang Yu's heart trembled, and then he saw a strange yet familiar figure among the clouds and mists floating in the mountains.

Wearing a green shirt, he sat cross-legged in front of the big toad stone, and the lingering clouds covered his body and face, and in the clouds, he saw something familiar.

It was the shadow of a pale blue giant whale, swaying, struggling, roaring and screaming...

But gradually, disappeared into the clouds and mist, submerged into the body of the middle-aged man in blue shirt.

Swish!

At a certain moment, the middle-aged Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes, and it seemed that thunder burst out from his eyes:

"Who?!"

Click!

The scene in the mirror dissipated, as if the calm water was disturbed, and after a while, Yang Prison's face was reflected again.

"Lu Chen."

This scene did not cause waves in Yang Yu's heart, because of Lu Chen's threat, he already knew about it.

but…

"Did he kill that dragon whale to be reborn?"

Thoughts flashed in his mind, Yang Yu had recovered, Xiao Yangjian seemed to be frightened, and kept shouting.

"Brother, don't scare me, don't scare me..."

"fine."

Yang Yu returned to his senses, soothed his younger brother's emotions, and asked him if he had heard anything.

"That old grandfather passed on my eighty-nine profound arts..."

Xiao Yangjian replied:

"When I close my eyes, there is a mirror in my heart, so have fun... By the way, in the mirror, there is brother too!"

"um, I?"

Yang Yu was stunned, and immediately remembered something:

"Have you already entered your eighty-nine profound arts?"

"Well, Ichigo, it seems like..."

Xiao Yangjian answered honestly.

"Sure enough, the calamity in Dingyang City should be on the head of the younger brother, so five or six years ago, he was already a beginner in the profound arts, but..."

Yang Yu must have been a little surprised in his heart:

"Your change is..."

"It's brother."

Yang Jian replied.

"…you…"

Yang Yu was a bit dumbfounded, but he never thought that his younger brother would choose him as the first change...

"Brother, are you angry?"

Xu Shi was because Yang Prison was silent, and Xiao Yangjian suddenly became a little uneasy, and asked carefully.

"The change has been made, there is no way to go back, I hope you don't regret it..."

The fact has already come true, and Yang Prison can't blame anything. Six years ago, Xiao Yangjian was only half a year old, so how could he have any thinking ability.

It's just that the old Taoist said that the eighty-nine profound arts were indeterminate, but he did not choose the tools of the universe, but the people...

"Oh…"

Xiao Yangjian seems to understand but does not understand.

Yang Yu sighed in his heart, and with the help of the rare bond between the two, he began to teach his younger brother martial arts.

In this state, it is very suitable for teaching. No matter how obscure what he said, Xiao Yangjian can fully understand what he means.

In the meantime, he did not forget to warn: "

This transformation technique must not be used lightly unless it is a last resort…”

…

…

boom!

boom!

boom!

The sound of horses' hooves was like thunder, and it stretched for a long time.

The drums of war roared, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

There are knives and guns everywhere, broken limbs and broken arms, human corpses and horse corpses.

Ten thousand rides against ten thousand rides!

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Under the banners and flags, looking at the mountains that are crumbling across,

A majestic and terrifying cavalry soldier.

Not to mention the many soldiers under his command, even Li Chuang, who had the heart to fight to the death, only felt a chill in his heart.

This Scarlet Blood Army, which was created by gathering resources from the northwest, is really tyrannical to a level that he can't imagine.

Looking at it here, I can only feel that the qi and blood are diffused, like mountains and seas, accompanied by thousands of horses galloping, one cavalry charge, it is really a collapse of the earth!

"Wuqu responds to orders, Wuqu responds to orders..."

Hearing the screams one after another, Li Chuang felt blood dripping from his heart, and finally, he couldn't bear it any longer and pulled out the blood knife behind him!

This was handed to him by the clay sculpture before the battle. According to legend, it was made of fragments of a divine sword handed down from ancient times, with supreme power.

"Qin Lihu!"

The thunderous shouts exploded on the battlefield, which seemed to be more intense than the slaughter of tens of thousands of people.

boom!

The long sword swept across, and Qin Lihu, who had slashed dozens of cavalry, suddenly raised his head, but saw a terrifying sword light lingering in red,

Like a long rainbow running through the sun, it kills itself directly!

"This knife?!"

Wang Muzhi's pupils, who were swept in the rear, shrank.

At the moment when the sound of the knife sounded, the huge battlefield was silent, and under the terrifying aura diffused, all the roars, killings, and iron-blooded killings were all extinguished!

What's even more astonishing is that at the same time that the blood knife was in the air, the blood spilled on the entire battlefield seemed to be inspired by something, like thousands of blood snakes, quickly gathered towards the blood knife!

And wherever its blade is directed, regardless of whether it is a man or a horse, whether it is an enemy or an enemy, the qi and blood are drawn out in an instant!

"You dare!"

Wang Muzhi's heart trembled, and he shot at him, urging the yin and yang to change his hand, like an electric light blocking it.

"kill!"

The terrifying light of this sword seemed to suppress the entire battlefield, but Qin Lihu, who was the first to bear the brunt, seemed to be unaware.

Before the overwhelming blood-colored blade light shrouded the sky, he immediately slashed the blade and shook his arms with a long scream:

"Crimson Blood Army, where are you?"

"In! In! In!"

The ten thousand horses and ten thousand horses seemed to roar at the same time, and in the earth-shattering explosion, they were so powerful that they were unbelievably powerful.

All gathered in Qin Lihu's body!

Dacheng's military situation is vividly displayed in the battle formation!

At this moment, under the qi and blood of ten thousand horsemen, Qin Lihu's qi and blood has surpassed that of ordinary martial sages!

Boom!

The stone is shocking, and the sand is flying.

Two air waves suddenly exploded in the battlefield, and the terrifying power spread, and the knights who were a little closer, regardless of their horses, were blown away like straw.

"puff!"

With one slash, thousands of people coughed up blood.

The dragon and horse neighed and stood up, Qin Lihu seemed to have been hit by a hundred swords, and his whole body was also stained with blood, but he laughed loudly:

"What magical power? But that's it!"

boom!

In the loud shout, even if he jumped, at the moment before the vigorous qi and blood dissipated, he was born with the blood-colored knife light like a torrent,

Rush to Li Chuang!

"puff!"

The blood knife fell to the ground, Li Chuang's body trembled, he turned his head stiffly, looked at the dead corpses on the ground, and smiled sadly:

"I heard that the Northwest Road only punishes the first evil, and does not harm the military and civilians..."

Um?

Hearing the words, Qin Lihu, who was slashing with a knife, coughing up blood and laughing, was startled, and his smile and disdain disappeared immediately:

"good!"

"it is good!"

Nodding, Li Chuang fell to the ground with a bang. It's just that there is still a great sense of unwillingness in my heart that can't be dissipated:

"I didn't even see Yang Prison's face..."

As the sand splashed, Li Chuang turned his back to the sky, and the moment the tide of darkness drowned himself, he seemed to see the goshawk flapping its wings.

And on the back of the eagle, hunting in the wind, it seems far away

Visible figure:

"...I'm really unwilling!"

"Why be unwilling?"

Darkness covers everything, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Li Chuang had lost all capture of the outside world, but suddenly heard a familiar voice.

A shadow of a clay sculpture resembling a **** and a Buddha appeared in his heart, and then, he saw an endlessly convergent palm,

Grab it for yourself:

"Borrow your life and use it, you won't be reconciled!"

Boo!

Above the sky, the goshawk swooped down with a long cry, and the air flow turned into a gust of wind to disperse the snow and blood.

A figure mixed with red-gold streamer light, like a falling star, the palm of an invisible qi machine slapped heavily towards the void:

"You can not!"

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