The First Cause of All Realms

Qianlong opened the bow, only one arrow, Yang Prison almost collapsed, which was too rare for him.

After the Earth Shaking God Seed entered his soul, his energy was almost infinite, and it was the first time he felt tired. This feeling made him a little moved.

However, this did not delay him from holding Feng Hao's 'soul' in his hands.

"you!"

Between the five fingers pinching, Feng Hao was extremely frightened.

He is naturally not a person who is not afraid of death, otherwise, it is impossible to survive under the pursuit and killing of sloppy Taoists and turn to the blood demon.

But before the ghost baby appeared and was caught by this hand, he was really fearless.

He is listed in the book of the underworld, and his obsession is immortal. Except for the blood demon, he is not afraid of anyone at all. What is a life and death?

As long as the illusion is reopened, he can still regain his physical body.

However, at this moment, the moment the five fingers grabbed him, he finally felt the fear. This palm was like a black hole, trying to devour his soul.

"ghost!"

Looking at this illusory soul body, Yang Yu was also very cautious.

He is not a bloodthirsty person, but over the years, more people have died at his hands than most ordinary people have ever seen.

But down to the bandit, up to the grandmaster, all people died and disappeared, and I have never seen such a 'soul body'. .

In fact, the special person in front of him already knew when he first saw the number of his life.

After all, the fairyland is the past of the rubbings of heaven and earth, and all the souls in it have perished, and those who perish have no destiny...

What does this mean, he knows very well 'it's another sign of heaven's change? It is mentioned in the tidal theory that after the sky changes, the soil where ghosts exist will reappear'

Yang Yu's thoughts moved, and the Zijin Gourd, who had been looking forward to it for a long time, suddenly trembled, and he opened his mouth impatiently through his palm.

"An, Brother An, save me!"

The shrill screams ceased in the summer.

In the eyes of everyone, the fog of its soul was smothered in one blow, but only Yang Yu could see clearly that this ghost was swallowed whole by the Zijin Swallowing Devil Treasure Gourd!

'Finally, I swallowed a ghost! ’

Yang Yu even felt the groan of Zijin swallowing the evil gourd. This little thing fell in the corner with satisfaction, rolling back and forth...

"This…"

Looking at the mist that dissipated after being pinched by Yang Prison, Ghost Infant's face turned pale.

Eat, eat, he really eats...

"died"

Lu Qingting breathed a sigh of relief. Although he is a Taoist priest, he has never dealt with such things.

"Probably dead."

Yang Yu stretched out his fingers.

With his current physique, he could feel that his fingers couldn't bear the bow when he pulled this bow, which showed how powerful this bow was.

"Is this dead?"

Gu Qingyi was a little surprised, she looked at Lu Qingting, a little suspicious:

"This evil way is tyrannical, but I'm afraid it won't be able to intervene in the confrontation between the ancestor and the blood demon..."

The rest of the people also looked at him.

It is true that after this battle, everyone had to admit that Feng Hao's strength was extremely strong, and everyone who joined forces was not an opponent.

But to say that this person can intervene in the battle between Wu Sheng and Shidu Xian, everyone will never believe it.

"this matter"

Lu Qingting hesitated to speak, but Yang Yu's heart moved.

I don't know when, a thick fog has already submerged the city gate, and on the tall city gate building, a young man dressed in blood stood with his hands behind his back.

"I beat the swallow all day, but unfortunately I was pecked in the eye by the swallow today"

The calm voice seemed to be swept by a cold wave, and everyone who heard it felt chills in their hearts, and the ghost babies had already shrunk into a ball.

"Feng Hao's martial arts are really not enough to control the confrontation between me and that sloppy Zhang, but he is the one that I have spent many years of effort,

Awakened Ghost"

The blood-clothed youth stood by the wind, his eyes swept across the crowd one by one, and finally landed on Yang Yu, deep and cold:

"Are you the judge?"

Judge?

Gu Qingyi was shocked, and the rest of the people approached Lu Qingting as if they were facing a big enemy. The latter shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"The fog enveloped the whole city, and there was no escape"

can't escape...

Hearing this, everyone's expressions changed.

As true races of all sects, several people present naturally have their own arrogance, especially when they were thousands of years ago, they have a vague sense of detachment.

But after this battle, I no longer despised the slightest bit in my heart, and when I faced the Gorefiend, I suddenly felt the pressure doubled...

"The Ten Capital Immortals."

Feng Wushuang's heart sank slightly.

"Yes or no, what's the difference?"

Yang Yu was neither shocked nor confused, and turned to look at Lu Qingting:

"Zhang Zhenren, haven't you shown up yet?"

"Um?!"

"Zhang Zhenren?"

"Ancestor?!"

Before they finished speaking, the crowd turned to look at Lu Qingting. The latter laughed bitterly, then straightened his back, and his voice became old:

"How did Yang Xiaoyou see the old man here?"

The old voice echoed in the city.

At this moment, 'Lu Qingting's face and posture have not changed in the slightest, but the whole person's breath has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Just the stagnation of the back, and a spirit of incompetence filled everyone's hearts.

Then, including Feng Wushuang, everyone's heart was certain, and a sense of relief rushed to their hearts.

There is a kind, the sky is falling in the blink of an eye, and there is a great stability that can be lifted by manpower.

This is of course because this voice contains indescribable great stability and great peace, but also because of the owner of this voice.

The life of that old Taoist is the backbone of Xuankong Mountain, the backbone of Taoism, and the backbone of martial arts.

"Ancestor!"

Gu Qingyi couldn't help but bow down.

"Zhang Zhenzhen's behavior is really unpredictable, but it is said that you are old, and you will die when you die. There is no reason to let the younger generation charge ahead and sit firmly on the Diaoyutai."

Hearing the voice, Yang Yu was sure in his heart, smiled and said:

"So, take a guess."

As he said, Zhang Shizang's sloppy behavior is really inhumane to spy on. Even if he perceives tyranny and inhumanity, he can't perceive his whereabouts.

However, when Xuankong Mountain saw it, Long Yuanjian had already remembered this breath.

Before he entered the city, the Long Yuan Sword was completely unsheathed, buzzing for a long time without falling, and he kept urging him to abandon his supernatural powers and confront it...

but….

"Good boy, you know me well!"

In the hearty laughter, Zhang sloppy subconsciously stroked his beard, but he felt empty. Where is Lu Qingting's beard?

He was a little embarrassed and looked at the top of the city:

"An Daoist, I haven't seen you for a long time. How do you feel when you see Lao Dao?"

"Zhang sloppy!"

The complexion of the blood-clothed youth sank, and then he sneered again and again:

"Everyone knows that you are sloppy and lofty, but you still occupy the flesh of your disciples and grandchildren? Why, you can't bear the hardships for thousands of years, and you want to learn from me and revive your soul?"

"A thousand years of loneliness, for you, it is suffering, pain, and deep despair, but for Laodao..."

Zhang sloppy lightly waved his sleeves and picked up the overjoyed disciple Sun. He looked around, looking at the grass, trees, bricks and stones:

"This is the age of the old way."

In the old voice, there is no indignation at all, some are just a touch of nostalgia, and peace from the heart.

"Here, there are disciples of Lao Dao, old friends of Lao Dao, Dao and inheritance of Lao Dao, and there are traces and sustenance of my life..."

The old man smiled:

"Compared to the sages who died in the years, how fortunate is Laodao?"

"Fortunate?!"

The voice of the blood-clothed Taoist became extremely cold and severe, and the whole person's momentum changed even more. The moment of calm turned into a turbulent wave that was about to destroy the world.

"You don't care if you don't live or die, and you want to live in pain, how can it be called a ghost place of endless purgatory, called luck?!"

Unbearable!

The calmness of Lao Dao deeply hurt Andao Ren, his eyes seemed to be burning with blood, and the killing intent poured out, almost freezing the long street.

"An Daoist, you call yourself an immortal. In fact, do you know what an immortal is?"

The old Taoist shook his head slightly:

"Over the past thousand years, the old man has tried several times to pull you out of the 'lost my catastrophe', but unfortunately, your obsession is too deep."

"Obstinence?!"

Andaoren interrupted Laodao's voice roughly, and his voice was low:

"In a thousand years, how many people have become immortals? Maybe only one or two! I have this opportunity to become an immortal, and I should have become an immortal and an ancestor in the upcoming 'Original 10th Tribulation!"

"It's you! You interrupted my Ascension Feast, ruined my flesh, and cut off half a page of my book! It's you who forced me to 'miss me', now, what a good person again?! "

"Ugh."

Facing the anger of the Andao people, Zhang Shui sighed rarely:

"Good man, hard to do"

"Old bastard! You are extremely shameless!"

Like a volcanic eruption that has been backlogged for thousands of years, the blood that suddenly rises almost dyes the sky red, and the strong and almost overflowing evil spirit is so real in front of everyone.

"So powerful?"

The sky was all red, the chill condensed, and the eyelids of several people in the city jumped wildly.

If it is said that a great master is capable of forming an army with one cavalry and conquering the world, then the Martial Saint is a certain degree of human beings who can defeat the enemy country!

In addition to the present world, among the dozens of dynasties that have been pushed forward for 2,600 years, Martial Saint is an existence known as a land god!

In a lifetime, there may not be one person!

"Ten Immortals"

Such a mighty force~www.readwn.com~ Even though Yang Yu couldn't be calm in his heart, the aura of this **** Taoist man in front of him could hardly be overwhelmed by Henry Zhang in the flowing mountains.

That is, Henry Zhang in the army!

Henry Zhang, who has achieved great success in the military situation, can lead the ten thousand army to fight against two martial sages and win the unparalleled fierce man as a martial sage at the beginning!

"Your supernatural power is to live for death. You can kill the person who killed you when you are about to die. This time, you will achieve a sick long life.

Holding the book of the underworld will allow you to use this magical power to the extreme. It's a pity that there is no unbreakable magical power in this world..."

Facing the shocking roar of his old opponent, Zhang Shui looked calm and calm.

He took a nostalgic look at the world he had lived in for hundreds of years, the illusion that he had held on for thousands of years, patted his chest lightly, and sighed:

"Xiao Lu, the Patriarch is sorry for you"

In his chest, Lu Qingting's voice came out:

"How lucky is the disciple to be able to fight side by side with the patriarch?!"