The First Cause of All Realms

The ancient temple is floating in the sea of ​​ink, the trees are towering in the clouds and mist, the fruits are swaying in the wind, and there is a "嘤嘤" laugh from time to time.

This scene, if it is in the present world, may be somewhat immortal mansion, immortal cave sky.

But at this moment, with the gloomy sky and the shimmering light, how can it be so strange?

"Could it be, man, ginseng fruit?!"

Yang Yu was a little stunned, but because he knew the danger here, his heart beat faster.

Ginseng fruit!

Not to mention the past life, it is the present life. He has also heard the legend about this thing.

According to legend, taking this medicine can avoid three disasters, avoid nine hardships, live tens of thousands of years, cut the hair and wash the marrow, and be reborn...

Even in mythology, there are existences that can be as famous as hibiscus, pan peach, thunder fire fairy apricot, yellow middle plum, enlightened bodhi seed and so on, but...

"Not quite right."

Yang prison calmed down.

He is not an old man, how could he encounter such a mythical supreme medicine when he first entered the sea of ​​laws?

But if he avoided it, he was really reluctant.

After thinking for a long time, Yang Yu clenched the Longyuan sword and approached cautiously, but instead of going straight to the ancient temple, he kept walking through the clouds and collected the incomplete scriptures.

Since this scripture can coexist with this ancient view in this sea of ​​ink, it may have something to do with it.

Concentrating on his mind, Yang Yu walked on this sea of ​​dark ink, always paying attention to the ancient tree in the distance and his state of mental consumption and precepts.

At the same time, maintain a high degree of attention and collect the scriptures that are in the clouds and mists.

This process did not last long. He passed through the clouds and mist again, and when he almost came to the ancient temple, the sentence and sentence of the scriptures were reluctantly put together by him.

Got the second half...

"...At the time of the last calamity, the Dao of Heaven will collapse, the Dao will not be prosperous, the Dao will disappear from the Buddha, and all the gods will perish... In the name of Emperor Ziweitian, I will pass on the gods, the gods of the earth, the gods of mountains and rivers, the Dragon Lord of Haihe, God of the Underworld...

In a trance, Yang Yu felt like a rumbling divine voice sounded in his heart.

This seems to be a supreme god-man holding high above the ninety-nine dome, overlooking all kinds of things, and uttering a world-shattering divine sound:

"Gods, we will meet again in the future!"

Boom!

Yang Yu's body trembled, and the long sword in his palm let out a harsh neigh.

The will transmitted from the scriptures is infinite in time and space, and it is so clear that it is indescribable.

At this moment, he even had the illusion that he was in the scene and heard the groaning and whimpering of the gods and demons.

..

That is, the lamentation of the gods, Buddhas, fairy, and demons is also deep and indescribable, despair!

"The end of the gods...

Yang Yu lost his mind for a moment, suddenly woke up and turned around, and saw that the gate of the ancient temple, which was closed, had been opened.

Inside the view, the height is no more than three feet, the waist is three feet, the limbs are short, the facial features are comically crowded together, and the complexion is white and tender with blue light.

Three points are like people, but seven points are like a radish with the head and tail cut off.

Seemingly aware of Yang Prison's gaze, he smiled and bowed his hands, but what he confided in his mouth was the ancient Taoism:

"Little old man's five viscera view' land, I don't know where the noble **** came from? Now, what year is it?"

Daowen is a rare language that has not changed much since ancient times. Therefore, Daozang and Buddhist scriptures are mostly written and recorded in this type of language.

Yang Prison has learned a lot over the years, but the Taoist text in front of him is too obscure, and it took him a while to understand its meaning.

And after deliberation, he stumbled back and said:

"Five internal organs? Five internal organs view? Land?"

"That's right, little old man."

Sancun Ding laughed, very kind and beautiful, and invited Yang Yu to come in:

"A few of the fruits in my backyard are ripe. The presence of the noble gods is also a predestined law. The attitude of tasting one or two is sincere and friendly, which makes people unconsciously let go of their guards. With Yang Yu's keenness, No hostility or danger was noticed.

only……

"Is that the fruit of your family?"

Yang prison narrowed his eyes.

Tongyou urged him, but he felt that there seemed to be an invisible barrier in front of him.

[View of the Five Zang-organs] [Level: ? ? ? 】【quality:? ? ? 】【Evaluation:? ? ? 】【Fate: ? ? ? 】What comes into view is a series of '? ', until the end, is its state.

[Status: Dilapidated and dying] But...

Could this ancient view be considered food? ! ’

Yang Yu's eyes lit up.

"It's a pole, it's a pole."

Sancun Ding laughed with a 'hehe', and his little short hand waved: "My family's fruit is incredible. Take one, you can avoid three disasters, take three,

All nine difficulties are gone.

If you get thirty-three, your lifespan will be equal to that of the sky, and you will be immortal with the earth.”

"This fruit must be very precious?"

Yang Yu pretended to be amazed. Seeing the three-inch Ding nodded, he asked in surprise:

"You want to give me something so good to eat?"

"How can you not be willing?"

Three Inch Ding is still smiling.

"In that case, I would like to thank you God."

Yang Prison took two steps forward, but stopped again:

"I almost forgot that I, the ghosts and gods of the underworld, are not allowed to step into the realm of his gods, but the kindness of the noble gods cannot be rejected..."

Yang Yu looked at the three-inch Ding in front of him and watched the expression of 'it' change:

"Why don't you, Venerable God, knock down the fruit and use it to eat it?"

The words fell, and the smile on San Cun Ding's face froze in front of him.

"This, how did this happen?"

"Eat fruit, where is it not to eat?"

The smile on Yang Yu's face was a bit richer.