The First Cause of All Realms

hum~

In the gloomy cauldron of gluttony, a faint light flickered.

Many ingredients seem to be placed in a mess, but in fact they are clearly separated from each other.

Zhenxieyin and Zijin swallowing evil gourd slowly rotated against the Kuixing rank map, the Longyuan sword was inserted upside down in a corner, cold and arrogant, and the only one that was a little closer to it was the Qinglong Yanyue Sword.

The newly obtained 'Moyun Order' was shrunk in a corner, the light was dim, and it was very close to the melting gold refining body, which had no light after refining.

The rest of the lower-level ingredients are almost all pressed in the corners, as if there is a strict hierarchy between the ingredients.

"Energy storage."

Looking at the dazzling array of ingredients, Yang Yu thought about it in his heart.

Although the 'mustard seed space' in the right palm is not large, it can carry a lot of things with you.

With the digestion of the golden beans he swallowed, he was nearly full, and at the end of the night, he could refine one more ingredient.

"I just broke through the four levels, and I haven't consolidated yet. The refining of Nine Bulls and Two Tigers can be slowed down a bit, and the same is true for Rongjin Refining and Moyun Ling..."

While muttering to himself in his heart, Yang Yu took hold of the Qinglong Yanyue Knife.

After the fourth level, he can condense the true astral. A complete and tyrannical method of practicing the true astral is what he needs most at the moment.

In these days of running around, there are really not a few ingredients in his hands that contain the True Astral Cultivation Method.

The snake stick of the hundred poisonous old man, Xiao Qingfeng's long sword, Qi Longsheng's big sword... and so on, but he naturally prefers this Qinglong Yanyue sword.

The value of this knife can be said to be extremely high. It not only has the superior sword technique, the Nine Kills of Qinglong, the superior hammer forging armour, the superior exhalation of the 'Qinglong Sutra', but also the superior inner refining method that can comprehend the 'Invincible Heavenly Gang'. Qinglong Zhengang'.

only……

"It's not easy to take advantage of the cheapness of the old Zhang family..."

With thoughts in his heart, Yang Yu opened his eyes, without any delay, took out the golden beans in the mustard seed space in his palm and began to swallow them.

hum~

Not long after, Yang Prison got up from the medicine bath bucket, wiped it clean, put on his clothes, and sat cross-legged on the bed, leaving a moment of thought to summon the living dead to guard him.

A heart, once again sank into the cauldron of gluttony.

"Refining, Qinglong Yanyue Knife!"

[Is it refining ingredients, Qinglong Yanyue knife? 】

"Yes!"

Whoa!

During the question and answer, the gluttonous cauldron was full of glory, and the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, which was as silent as a dead thing, suddenly showed an extremely sharp edge, and swept away a large piece of ingredients.

It turned into a peerless edge and slashed towards Yang Prison.

"call!"

Yang Yu was calm in his heart, allowing his sharp edge to reach his body.

The surrounding light and shadow changed again, and the edge completely drowned him like water. As he watched intently, he saw the vivid scene of one party rapidly approaching as the white light jumped.

Big sun, sky.

Mountains, jungles.

Plains, wheat fields.

In an instant, the lights and shadows turned and landed in front of the wheat field. It was a small village with houses like roosters crowing and dogs barking, and young children playing.

call!

Stepping out one step is like changing time and space.

Even though it was not the first time to refine ingredients, Yang Prison was still a little surprised when he stood in front of the village.

Naturally, the refining of ingredients is not a time-travel. All of this in front of you is an illusion created by the strongest spiritual remnants of the former master, which are preserved on the ingredients.

The more real the illusion, the stronger the spirit of the former owner of the ingredients.

"so true."

Leaning down, grasping a handful of soil, feeling the texture and taste of the soil and grass, Yang Yu felt a little shake in his heart.

Not any illusion can achieve the same effect as the outside world.

The realness and delicacy of the wheat field and village in front of him are enough to rank the top three among the fantasy realms he has experienced over the years, including nine bulls and two tigers.

Much more real than what Jilongshan left behind.

Walking slowly into the village, everything in front of me is real.

Chickens, ducks and birds, pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep, farmers working in and out, women washing in front of the door, playful urchins, everything seems to exist.

And he, like a specter, a wanderer, observes.

Not long after, Yang Prison stopped. Here, he had almost passed through the village. In front of him, there was a vast training ground of hundreds of meters in front of him!

In the field, there is a room, and the weapons outside the door are equipped with swords, spears, swords and halberds, and there are eighteen weapons.

Looking at this scene, Yang Yu felt a sense of familiarity in his heart.

"Yu Fengxian's Martial Arts Arena!"

Yang Yu's heart moved.

Isn't the scene in front of you ten percent similar to Yu Fengxian's residence in Qingzhou City?

Thinking about it in his heart, his eyes have fallen on the side of the martial arts field, not far from the house.

There, a little girl in a red dress was punching. She was very serious, and her punches and kicks were well-organized. She looked like she was only three or four years old, but there was a crisp sound under her fists.

She shouted in her mouth, practiced with a straight face, and her ponytails were up and down.

"Tsk, the commander was quite cute when he was a child."

Looking at the young boss like a porcelain doll, Yang Yu laughed in his heart.

Approaching slowly, I saw behind the house, a sick old man lying on a rocking chair basking in the sun.

The old man's skeleton was huge, but he didn't have much flesh all over his body. He coughed from time to time. This was a serious injury.

On the old man's body, he felt old age and twilight. Under the huge pain, it was difficult for him to cheer up. This was not an ordinary injury.

It's a pity that in the illusion, Tongyou can't use it, otherwise, he can see what the old man is injured.

"Oh, why did you run out again?"

The old woman who was busy with food in the house ran out wiping her hands, complaining.

"While there is still more time to wake up, point and point to Xiao Fengxian."

The old man said with a smile.

"She's so young, how can you be willing?"

Looking at the sweaty little granddaughter, the old woman's eyes were full of distress, and she complained:

"The boss is afraid that the days will not be long, and pity their sisters and brothers, who are so young..."

"It's a pity boss, what are you doing to save me this old bone?"

The old man's expression darkened.

"I've asked you many times, but you still don't answer. Who is it that hurt you and your boss? Who is the man of the Jade Dragon Temple, who is so capable?"

the old woman asked.

"It doesn't really matter who it is. Left and right, it won't be any better than this old man."

The old man coughed and his face became worse:

"It's just that my sleepiness is getting bigger and bigger, and I'm afraid that there will be less and less time to wake up in the future..."

"The imperial doctor is on his way again, old man, you must hold on."

Hearing the words, the old woman wept and clenched the old man's dry palm, feeling distressed.

"The imperial doctor is useless. I am not an ordinary injury, but a supernatural injury..."

The old man waved his hand, not wanting to continue this topic, and explained hoarsely:

"I'm here, everything can be stable. If I don't wake up, I'm afraid that Long Yuandao will have a lot of things. Unfortunately, the boss doesn't have much time, and the third child has no interest in political affairs.

Hearing this, Yang Yu's heart shook, and his guess was finally confirmed:

"This old man is King Longyuan!"

Ever since he knew that Yu Fengxian's Qinglong Yanyue Sword had the Invincible Heavenly Gang, he had guessed the identity of this commander. Now that he heard this, he was finally confirmed.

"You, are you so cruel?"

Hearing this, the old woman's face turned pale:

"The eldest is not healthy, the third is a monk, and if the second is gone, how can you let me live..."

"I am the king, and all the people of Longyuan are my sons!"

The old man's eyes were sharp for a moment, but in a flash, they lost their brilliance, but he still grabbed the old woman's wrist and said sharply:

"Yes, kill him!"

"I, I should be you, I should be you!"

The old woman covered her face and wept, turned around and ran back into the house, and after a while, the suppressed crying came out.

"My son..."

The old man's hand hung down weakly, and he was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to get up.

Yang Prison stood quietly, listening.

Based on the identity of the person in front of him, the conversation, and some information he knows in reality, he can naturally infer a lot of things.

In the battle of cutting down the mountain and destroying the temple, the Longyuan King was also severely injured, and it affected his eldest son. After that, his son died, and he himself fell into a half-sleep and half-awake, like a vegetative state.

"I want a mother and kill my son with my own hands..."

Yang Yu shook his head in his heart.

Judging from the current situation of Long Yuandao~www.novelmt.com~ This old woman obviously did not obey the old prince's instructions, but chose to imprison him, but unfortunately...

"Bullying grandma, grandpa is bad! Grandpa is bad!"

At this time, the little girl in red ran over, pouting, and her face full of dissatisfaction.

"It's Grandpa's fault, don't be angry."

The old man touched his granddaughter's little face, his eyes full of love:

"Your grandma, she's a crybaby. My little Fengxian must be strong, but she can't cry casually..."

"I won't cry!"

The little girl put her hands on her hips.

"That's fine, that's fine."

The old man lovingly stroked his granddaughter's face.

"Grandpa, when will your illness get better?"

The little girl's face was full of worry. She was ignorant and knew that her grandfather was in a very bad state at this time.

"As long as Xiao Fengxian works hard, grandpa will get better."

Gently rubbing the little girl's nose, the old man trembled and stood up like a flash of light.

"Come the knife!"

With a light drink, he heard a roar, and the Qinglong Yanyue Saber, which was stuck on the ground more than ten meters away, flew like a blue dragon all day, and was held in his palm.

boom!

Yang Yu only felt a strong wind blowing in his face.

His feeling was incomparably strong. The moment the old man held the knife, there was no longer any old and twilight energy, but exuded a terrifying aura like a big sun.

Can't be seen.

"Old buddy, you will take care of my granddaughter in the future..."

The old man caressed the knife and put the little girl's hand on the handle:

"Our family's swordsmanship was obtained from the Great Ancestor. Its essence is only in eight words. You must write it down and never forget it..."

"What, grandpa?"

The little girl stroked the handle of the knife back and forth and couldn't put it down.

"Rather Stick to your guns!"