The First Cause of All Realms

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Without any communication, Lin Qitian and Wei Zhengxian have done their best. The two border generals who have never fought side by side after Liujishan have shown a tacit understanding that is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

quick!

too fast!

The two suddenly erupted, not to mention ordinary warriors, even Yu Jing and Ren Xiaoxiao, who were watching the battle, had no room to help.

Even Zhang Lingfeng, who was the first to bear the brunt, fell into a moment of rigidity. . .

He could only watch helplessly as the halberds and arrows converged in one place.

boom!

Shocking!

The plains were shaken, the grass and trees collapsed, and large swaths of mud and sand surged into the sky, obscuring everyone's sight.

"die!"

Beneath the golden crown, Wei Zhengxian's eyes lit up, and in an instant, the most severe killings erupted.

Before Jiazi, he, Lin Qitian and Fang Zhenghao received the guidance of Zhang Xuanba, the king of Zhao of the West Palace, and the three of them each learned a top-notch magic skill.

Among them, what he has learned is the most obscure and the most complicated. It was created by Ba Zun, sorted out by later generations, and mastered the killing method in Henry Zhang's hands!

Relying on this divine skill, he came to the top later, surpassing the other two of the same name, and is expected to compete with the Wanxiang Mountain Man for the throne of Longyuan No. 1.

The reason why he was entangled with him was to wait for Lin Qitian to break the man's altar.

boom!

Without any obstruction or struggle, the halberds and arrows hit as many as possible, and terrifying vibrations erupted in the shattered golden light and qi.

"died?!"

Looking at the dust in the sky, Yu Jing's complexion sank.

No matter how he looked down on Zhang Lingfeng, he couldn't just sit back and watch him get killed. He took a step forward, and there was a scorching light between his fingers!

But before he could make a move, his heart suddenly moved, and between his nose and mouth, he smelled an extremely strong alien energy.

"It's Taoism again?!"

Wei Zhengxian's expression sank as he raised his halberd to sweep away the dust.

He has experienced hundreds of battles in his life, and he has personally killed hundreds of thousands of enemies. The moment the halberd bombarded him, he noticed something strange.

Another trick...

"The wooden man died!"

Looking at the sawdust scattered on the ruins, Yu Lingxian and others in the crowd were all horrified.

Thunder in the palm, like a shadow, golden light spell, plus this dead wooden man... This Lingfeng knows too much Taoism.

You must know that the cultivation of high-level Taoism will not be easier than the cultivation of magic skills. For the vast majority of people in the world, it is amazing to be able to learn a Taoism.

This Lingfeng...

"Such a mortal situation can be broken..."

Under the altar that looked like ruins, Ren Xiaoxiao waved the dust between his nose and mouth, looked at the flying sawdust, and his heart was also shocked.

Taoism is obscure and difficult to cultivate, there are many restrictions in its use, and it is very easy to be targeted and restrained. The flaws can be described as great.

But up to now, the status of Taoism in the martial arts of the rivers and lakes is faintly higher than that of martial arts, naturally it is not without reason.

The strangeness of Taoism is that martial arts are far behind.

At this time, the two great masters had no intention of calculating, and even if he thought about it, he would not be able to retreat.

But, where is his altar?

The minds of the crowd turned, only in an instant, the next moment, the familiar laughter echoed again on the plain.

not dead!

Yu Lingxian and the others felt a little cold in their hearts. The altar for offering sacrifices to the sky was not actually his altar?

But outside of this West City, apart from the plains being wheat fields and not even mountains and forests, where else could he build an altar?

"Who would have thought that two great masters of martial arts, who have been famous for many years, would condescend to join forces to deal with an unknown person like me today?"

Laughter echoed, but no one was there.

"It's a pity, the altar of sacrifice to the sky is my altar, but my altar is more than an altar of sacrifice to heaven?!"

Only the wisps of mist wafted from nowhere. These mists were thin, but they were large enough to be swept away by the gust of wind, and soon shrouded the entire plain.

"How can this 'fog' cover such a huge area?!"

In the crowd, Yu Lingxian and the three women looked at each other, shocked.

Strong sacrifice tianlaixsw. Read sacrifice. Heaven and Earth are at the end of the last catastrophe, and although there is a recovery, Daoism can never be as unlimited as it was in ancient times.

Even if there are ten or twenty altars, it should not be able to cover such a huge plain.

There were more than three people and people in the crowd who knew about Taoism, even Ren Xiaoxiao couldn't help being moved.

Today's chief assistant Xue Dilong is the most superb Taoist in the world. According to legend, his five thunders can be used to retire from the Martial Saint.

However, even in the battle of his fame, when he set up thirty-six altars to fight against 'Han Qingfa', it seems that the coverage of Taoism is not as good as this time.

"This Lingfeng..."

Invisibly, Ren Xiaoxiao felt depressed.

In such a battle, even if a hundred thousand elite troops set up a battle formation and spurred blood, I am afraid that they will not be able to disperse...

"Actually, compared to Wei Zhengxian, this king is more afraid of you, Lin Qitian..."

In the faint and deep voice.

The fog was still spreading, until Lin Qitian, who was exposed after the arrow was fired, and Yu Fangzhou, Nanshanba and others scattered everywhere were also shrouded in it.

Zhang Lingfeng hid in the fog, and his figure was sometimes absent. Even the few great masters present could not lock his location.

"The old man still underestimates you."

Lin Qitian stood with a bow, his eyes were like electricity, the thin mist could not block his eyes, and at a glance, he saw Zhang Lingfeng who appeared from the mist.

His heart was full of solemnity.

Before coming to Daocheng, Wang Muzhi was the biggest obstacle in his heart. Even though he knew that the judge Daoguo was extremely dangerous, Zhang Lingfeng was too young to take it seriously.

Even if he finds out that he somehow breaks the profound entrance and becomes the Grand Master, it is the same.

Until he saw his Taoism on the Longyuan River...

It horrified him.

Not only is his Taoism tricky, but he is also amazed at the origin of his Taoism.

There are a lot of martial arts secrets and Taoist manuals in the palace of Longyuan King. However, Taoism is not martial arts. If you want to practice Taoism, you must have a 'sacred inheritance'.

As far as he knew, after Zhang Lingfeng was eight years old, he rarely left the mansion, and he was confined to the mansion for twenty years.

He has no way to apprentice, and no way to contact so many superior Taoism.

Who is it that spread his Taoism so much? !

"Grandmaster-level archer, rare in the world, you are not dead, I am like a scorpion in my throat, like a light in my back!"

Zhang Lingfeng straightened his clothes, patted the dirt that did not exist on his sleeve robe, and said lightly:

"A wooden figure has ten years of hard work, but it's not a loss if it can lead you out."

There are many martial artists in the world, and there are countless numbers, but among thousands of people, there is not one person who is good at archery, let alone a great master with archery.

The battle formation is first, and the generals will capture the flag. Lin Qitian is not as good as Wei Zhengxian and Fang Zhenghao, but with a bow in his hand, it is enough to make any great master feel like a man on his back.

"It seems that in those years of being grounded, you were not as good as you showed. Who is doing things for you, Wang Muzhi?"

Wei Zheng was the first to pick up the halberd and looked around.

In the hazy fog, his perception was much duller, but he still locked the afterglow of stepping out.

Yu Jing was silent, looking at Zhang Lingfeng, his eyes were cold, not unscrupulous:

"You placed the altar in the Dao City?"

"Um?!"

Hearing Yu Jing's words, Wei Zhengxian and Lin Qitian were both shocked, and looked at the Daocheng location in unison.

Looking at it, I found something different.

The source of the mist blown by the wind really came from Longyuan Dao City!

"Take the city as an altar?!"

Inside and outside the plain, everyone's hearts were shocked.

The performance of Taoism, different from martial arts, must be communicated with the 'legacy of the gods' left by the predecessors through the altar.

However, it is still unheard of to use the city as an altar.

"The altar?"

Looking a little surprised at the after scene, Zhang Lingfeng smiled faintly:

"No, this is my 'dojo'!"

Dojo? !

Hearing this, there was an uproar inside and outside the plain.

Why dojo?

According to legend, the place where the immortals and Buddhas practiced is called the dojo.

Is this comparing yourself to a god?

Many people in the martial arts secretly clicked their tongues, but Wei Zhengxian, Lin Qitian, Ren Xiaoxiao, Yu Jing, and the three daughters of Yu Lingxian in the crowd all jumped in their hearts.

The dojo, for them, is not unfamiliar to them.

This dojo is naturally not the place where the gods and gods practice in myths and legends, but for the vast majority of people, it is not too bad.

The so-called 'dojo' in this world refers to a hidden place where Daoism can be performed without the need for an altar.

Daming Xuankong Mountain, Tianlang Juxu Mountain, and Dali Eternal Mountain belong to this category!

only……

"Senior sister, shouldn't this person be..."

Yu Lingxian looked at Lin Surong, fear flashed in his eyes, and the latter's expression was also full of surprise.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but at this moment, they only felt that Zhang Lingfeng, who was shrouded in mist, looked like the terrifying figure they remembered.

"Fuck the air!"

Lin Qitian sneered:

"Taoism and blood are in conflict, since ancient times, people who have cultivated Tao have all lived in the mountains, so as not to conflict with popular people!

In Longyuan City, there are no less than 800,000 permanent residents, and the circulation is several times more, and there are so many martial artists. What ability do you have to suppress the popularity? ! "

Martial artist and Taoism, restrain each other, it is difficult to distinguish.

Under the altar, the strong Taoist can rival the Martial Saint, and the Martial Saint's blood can be enough to disperse most of the Taoist arts.

Longyuan Dao City, among the Dao cities in the world, is considered to be not prosperous, but the gathering of millions of people's blood is enough to greatly reduce the power of any Dao technique.

"Do you want it?!"

Saying ~www.novelmt.com~ Lin Qitian's expression suddenly changed drastically.

Wei Zhengxian's eyelids also trembled.

boom!

In no particular order, the two shot again, the halberd and the arrow smashed through the sky, wrapped in wind and thunder, and exploded again to kill.

The sound was like thunder, and the gust of wind suddenly rose. Sand and stones flew over the plain for a while, and the mist blown by the terrifying blood and blood swelled.

Ren Xiaoxiao and Yu Jing looked at each other and stepped back tacitly.

Zhang Lingfeng, who was the first to bear the brunt, didn't seem to notice.

"Twenty years of dormancy, I will finally see the true chapter..."

He stood in the fog, the wind moved his royal robe to hunt, his arms spread out, and the fog on the entire plain rolled and boiled:

"Just use your blood to create my life and death dojo!"