The First Cause of All Realms

Whoosh!

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In Yanshan City, the wind was rushing, and there seemed to be a dark cloud over the top. The whole city was full of depression, making it hard to breathe.

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"To live for death?" 1

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Yang Yu frowned while chewing on Lao Dao's words.

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The magical powers are strange and ever-changing, not comparable to martial arts, but this kind of magical powers is a bit too weird.

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Possessing such magical powers, if you deliberately die, wouldn't you be able to indirectly live forever?

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"To live for death, no wonder, no wonder this person can cross the four steps of becoming an immortal, I'm afraid this evil way, I don't know how many years I have lived..."

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Tie Tafa struggled to get up and grinned.

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He only felt pain all over his body. Those wind blades had the ability to cut gold and iron. He forced himself to kill Feng Hao.

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Chu Tianyi stood silently, his brows furrowed, urging his supernatural powers.

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"Ancestor..."

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Hearing Lu Qingting's voice, Gu Qingyi's face was slightly tight, and she couldn't help but take a few steps forward: "Junior brother, he..."

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"Your junior brother? Haha! This patriarch of your family wants to use this kid's life as the price to break my supernatural powers!"

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The monstrous anger was instantly silent, and An Daoren let out a laugh, moody:

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"Unfortunately, Zhang sloppy, do you think that without Fenghao's soul, I can't urge 'live for the dead'?"

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"In this world, there is no magic power that cannot be broken."

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The old Taoist just shook his head:

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"What's more, the rank of your supernatural powers is far from being squandered at will. The reason why you can 'live for the dead' and prolong your life by two hundred is just relying on a few ghosts from the old goddess to urge the ghosts. It's just a book..."

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An Daoist stepped out one step at a time, his arrogance was like fire, and he climbed up layer by layer:

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"Zhang Sloppy, do you know that every time I see your face, Daoist wants to tear it to pieces!"

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Boom!

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The rich blood energy was pulled up like a curtain, and then fell heavily. The sky was red for a while, and the terrifying blood energy scorched the city seemed to be on fire.

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At the same time as the fiercely rising heat wave, there is also the extremely violent and extremely fierce long howl:

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"Old bastard, die!"

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Boom!

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In the scorching blood, Andoren was like the legendary giant demon god, exuding a frightening aura.

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However, his martial arts are as elusive as immortals, hunting **** clothes, like a great roc flapping his wings, a kunpeng in the abyss, indescribable freedom and loneliness, domineering and fierce.

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Demon and immortal, two completely different auras, seem to have reached the most perfect intersection in him. 1

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When one arm rose and fell, the five fingers that flexed and stretched seemed to drag the sky down together, enclosing a deep darkness as thick as ink.

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The power was so strong that everyone in the city was shocked.

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"Ten capitals."

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Yang Yu's heart beat violently for a moment, and the blood demon in front of him showed an aura that was completely different from that of a normal warrior.

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But in just a moment, everyone's eyes, including him, fell on the 'Old Daoist'.

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"Beautiful Qingben, Naihe, Naihe..."

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Looking at the **** color that was pressing down like a canopy, Zhang Shui sighed, and the scene of the past seemed to reappear before his eyes.

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It's a pity that the young Taoist who is determined to become immortal and wants to continue the broken road of ancient times...

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Only Lu Qingting heard the soft sigh. At this moment, he only felt that his spirit had suddenly risen to an unimaginable height.

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'The realm of the ancestors! ’

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Lu Qingting's heart trembled, like a fish in a pond seeing the vastness of the ocean, almost crazy. 2

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Phew!

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It seemed like an instant, or not even an instant, the old Taoist took a step forward and pointed like a sword:

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"Come!" 1

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Zheng~

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As if Ruoyan followed the law, Zhang Slopy pointed his finger forward, and the sound of the sword sounded like a dragon's roar in everyone's ears.

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"That is…"

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When the sound of the sword sounded beside his ears, Yang Yu almost thought it was the Qixing Longyuanjian jumping out of the cauldron of gluttony.

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It was originally a simple and unpretentious sword. It seemed to have sprung up from the ground that had been covered in dust for many years, and was full of rust.

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But it only took a moment, and all the rust on his sword had fallen off, bursting out with an eye-catching and extremely sharp edge.

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hum~

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It was like nine days of falling thunder across the pitch-dark night, its speed was extremely fast, Zhang Slopy's voice had not fallen, but had already fallen between his five fingers.

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slap!

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After the crisp sound of gripping the sword, it was Zhang Shui's calm but unsharp voice:

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"You spent a thousand years in vain, and you didn't make any progress except complaining about the heavens and the others, but as you know me, you haven't..." 1

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Zheng!

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With a sword, the yin and yang are divided!

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In an instant, the sound of wind and thunder resounded throughout the world. Inside and outside the city, everyone's eyes were attracted.

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I saw a sword qi splendidly rising from the ground to the sky, splitting the airflow, red color, and even everything.

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In less than an instant, the sword energy that was several dozen meters long had already cut everything in front of him into two, and looking from a distance, it seemed that the sky was cut open!

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Sword of Seven Tribulations, the difference between Yin and Yang!

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A sword of brilliance, unexpectedly so.

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At this moment, whether it was Yang Yu, Feng Wushuang, Gu Qingyi, or Wang Muzhi who was watching the battle from a distance outside the city, their expressions couldn't help being moved.

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The Seven Tribulations Swordsmanship is not unfamiliar to everyone present.

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During the half year Yang Yu was in Xuankong Mountain, he had seen a Taoist practice swordsmanship more than once. However, even Mr. Lin Er's superb swordsmanship was far less than one-tenth of what he saw here. .

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In this sword, there is no trace of man-made, and with his superhuman perception, he has not seen the slightest flaws and omissions.

This is very familiar and flowing, it is natural.

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Like mountain wind, like cloud flow, like the sun rising and setting, like birth, old age, sickness and death...

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Gu Lu

It should be like this, it should be like this!

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"The skill is close to the Tao, like a supernatural power!"

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A thought flashed through Yang Yu's mind, and then it was:

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How can I fight this? ! 4

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Boom!

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The sword qi that had been restrained to its limit exploded in an instant, thousands of streamers raged across the sky, smashing all the blood-colored mist and the airflow.

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No one would have expected that this battle at the Martial Saint level only lasted for such a short period of time.

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But that's how it all happened.

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Until the old Taoist returned his sword to its sheath and the Gorefiend staggered to his knees in front of everyone's eyes, everyone still hadn't woken up from the shock of the previous moment.

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Crack!

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The sound of earth and stone breaking, this is the sound of Yanshan City's city tower and city wall being split into two by the fierce sword energy.

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Farther away, there are still deep marks on the ground.

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"It's over, it's over..."

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Tie Tafa woke up like a dream, looked around, and there were all the sluggishness in his eyes that was too frightened.

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"Seven Tribulations, Seven Tribulations Sword..."

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Chu Tianyi's five fingers trembled, and his whole body was soaked with sweat. As a swordsman, no one was more frightened than him.

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It was only a sword, but he actually raised a sense of shame and frustration that he was not worthy of a sword...

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"Zhang…"

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The Gorefiend rested his elbows on the ground, and there was a viscous pool of blood under him. He raised his head stiffly, a line of blood running from the center of his eyebrows to his lower jaw.

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Through the throat to under the clothes...

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Defeat!

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After a lapse of 1,200 years, he was once again defeated by his old enemy.

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It's not that he didn't think about this scene. However, he never thought that this time, he would lose so miserably.

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Thousands of years ago, in order to suppress himself, this old Taoist traveled all over the country, using all his means to nail himself to death.

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But now...

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"One sword, one sword..."

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In the hoarse and bleak laughter, Andaoren forcibly propped up his body, sat down with his knees crossed, and let the blood drip.

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"You gave up martial arts, but you couldn't practice diligently with supernatural powers, and Taoism and other arts were all forgotten. You only have Taoism and longevity, and you are paranoid like a demon..."

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Returning the sword to its sheath, the old Taoist had neither sorrow nor joy, his expression was calm:

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"Actually, nothing more than that."

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"Haha, hahaha!"

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It seems that he was deeply stabbed by the evaluation of his old enemy, and the people of Andao laughed out loud, blood and tears flowing together:

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"Zhang sloppy, ah Zhang sloppy, you are a god, you are an immortal, but unfortunately, if you want to kill me, you will also die..."

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The laughter stopped, his eyes became fierce and arrogant:

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"If you exchange one for two, Daoye is not at a loss!"

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Hearing this, Lao Dao was silent for a moment, and Lu Qingting's voice sounded:

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"As a poor and weak body, it is a very good deal to exchange ten capitals and return to the sky! Patriarch, disciples are not afraid!"

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"Patriarch, his magical powers are really unbreakable?!"

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Gu Qingyi couldn't help but step forward.

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She and Lu Qingting are in love with each other, but how could she have the heart to let him die?

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Yang Yu glanced at the silent Chu Tianyi, and stepped forward: "I dare to ask the real person, what exactly is this demon's magical power?"

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The moment the Gorefiend first appeared, he had already urged him to pass through Tongyou, but his level of divine power was not as high as that of this man, so he couldn't see his fate or flaws.

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Even at this time, there is still a blood mist in the eyes, and it is impossible to see it.

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"To live for death."

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After a brief meditation, An Daoist has restrained all his depression, but his face is still very bad:

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"The supernatural powers of the poor Tao have no ability to kill, but they have the miraculous effect of preserving life and prolonging life. For all ten categories, killing me is like killing yourself!" 2

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"So weird?!"

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Hearing this, several people frowned, and Tie Tafa's already clenched fists could not help but loosen.

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This magical power is too evil.

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Just imagine, you killed the enemy with all the means of your life, but in a blink of an eye, the enemy took over your body...

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How terrifying is this?

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"In this world, UU reading www.uukanshu.com has no indestructible magical power."

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Lao Dao said:

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"Thousands of years ago, Lao Dao dragged you to death with a rotten body, which is the way to break it. Today, it's just a repeat of the past!

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Without Fenghao's ghost, how many times would you be able to urge the Book of the Underworld? "

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With an expression as usual, Lao Dao explained a sentence to everyone, then stepped forward and pointed:

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"Death is like a lamp, go with the old way!"

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"etc!"

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Seeing Zhang Shui's decisiveness, Andao finally couldn't take it any longer, and his expression became extremely ugly:

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"Zhang sloppy, today I admit it, I will wait for the next fantasy reincarnation, and then divide the competition, how about it?! At least, you don't have to drag your disciples and grandchildren to die together..."

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"It's just life and death. If you call yourself a fairy, why do you have to be so ugly? It's just plain white that makes people look down on it..."

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Zhang Laodao laughed and handed it over with one finger.

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But right on Yang Yu's palm, the old man frowned.

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Yang Yu glanced at the grinning ghost baby and asked: 1

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"A real person, can anyone kill this demon as long as they are outsiders?"