The First Cause of All Realms

Huhu~

The biting cold wind blew over the wasteland, and stopped the heavy snow in the next few days. Along with the red sun rising from the sky, it drifted between the heaven and the earth again.

Outside the northwest city, on the wasteland, at this moment, it fell into a dead silence.

Shocked, horrified, shocked, unbelievable...

Under the huge shock, not to mention the ordinary Jianghu warrior, even the Yunni Taoist, also stood on the spot, almost crushing the whisk.

"How can it be?!"

In the wind, Daoist Yunni was a little messy and couldn't believe it.

That is the old monster of Montenegro!

Standing on the top of the world, regardless of the ancient and modern three thousand years, it can be ranked among the top existences!

Such an unparalleled murderer, even if he thinks about seven points, even if he has suffered heavy losses in two wars, how can he be planted in the hands of a junior who is not a ten capital or a martial arts?

what is this?

Shallow water drowns the real dragon, and the breeze blows down the giant mountain? !

Why?

This makes absolutely no sense!

He was shocked, but Zhao Xuanyi was horrified. In the cold wind, he only felt sweat on his forehead, and he was terrified to the extreme.

The old demon of Montenegro has fallen...

On the snowfield, Qin Lihu, Zhao Kun, and Xie Qi all lost their voices in shock. For a moment, their shocked eyes went blank.

They had witnessed the two holy wars outside the city with their own eyes.

In their eyes, this old Montenegrin demon is already invincible and invincible, but...

"He turned out, turned out to be..."

The large spear with the thickness of a cobblestone made a sound when it was pinched, and Qin Lihu couldn't describe the shock in his heart.

He is only a line away from the porch, how can he not understand the gap between the Grand Master and the Martial Saint?

He never dreamed that Yang Prison, whom he scolded as a "temporary **** brave", would actually kill the world-famous Montenegrin old demon!

Knowing that you are not invincible, and you die, or it may be a moment of **** bravery, but there is a chance to fight, but in the end you will win the battle. This is, bravery!

To this day, he still feels that Yang Yu is a rebellious person, however, such a person has to make him admire.

After the silence, there was an uproar.

Looking at the dust that had been blown away by the wind, the city wall was boiling, and the black mountain old demon's meditation for many days gave them an unparalleled huge pressure.

The greater the depression in the past, the louder the shouting at this moment.

"how can that be…"

Amidst the noise, Daoist Li was dumbfounded, unable to return to his senses for a long time.

He couldn't believe it, couldn't believe what he saw...

Among the crowd, only the big boss had a simple mind. Looking at the sign in his palm, he only felt that the accuracy of his hexagram was the best in the world.

In this world, who can be considered a martial sage among the physiognomists and hexagram masters?

he can!

After a huge sense of satisfaction, another thought appeared in his mind: "I, bet on the right treasure..."

Shasha~

Chilly, icy particles slide off your fingertips.

In the cold wind, Yang Yu's heart was bleak, there was no joy in defeating the enemy, nor the pleasure of getting revenge, only the sadness that could not be wiped away.

Under the pass, he even saw the fate of the old demon when he was about to die, but he didn't notice the slightest breath of the Taoist man here...

"Real..."

Yang Yu lowered his eyes silently, and all kinds of light and shadow appeared in his eyes.

[The seventh generation of Montenegro old demon]

[Fate: Seven Kills (Remnant)]

[Fate: five purple, two gold and two gray]

[One Soul Seven Points (Dan Zi), Seven Kills to Life (Dan Zi), One Kingdom Dharma Protector (Dan Zi), Eight Age Fighting Immortals (Dan Zi),

Martial Dao Jue Peak (Dan Zi), Wu Yun Changlong (Dan Jin), Qiqing Tan Mo (Dan Jin), Natural Dao Seed (Dan Jin), Tiansha Lone Star (Grey), Alone (Grey)]

[Status: Seriously injured]

【Shouyuan: 0/210】

"One soul seven points..."

Yang Yu's heart sank.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of Tongyou's promotion, he finally caught a glimpse of the flaws of the old black mountain demon in the state of unity between man and nature.

After the entrance is opened, the three elements of the martial artist's spirit, spirit, spirit and spirit are unified, and their spirit, spirit, intention, and potential are becoming more and more harmonious.

However, the old demon was not the same. His soul color was seven points, and he had lost his harmony, but he didn't know whether it was his own shortcomings, or whether it was the root of the truth.

But according to Yang Yu's guess, it should be the latter.

As his thoughts turned, he looked at one of the fates:

[The Eighth World Fighting Immortals, Unnei Qizhen: Holding this thing, you can find those who have great luck to possess the body and seize the house, one soul and eight parts and the number of qi superimposed, the eighth world is united, and the reverse can be used to cut down the fairy]

【Current progress: 7/8】

"The Eighth World Fighting Immortal..."

Yang Yu murmured in his heart.

Thinking of the strong malice he noticed when Tongyou was promoted, and the Seven Kills and the Way of Breaking the Army that fell into his hands, he had a clear understanding in his heart.

This old demon really came after him...

"master…"

Among the remaining pages of the Ming Shu, the ghost baby screamed.

He was originally a ghost, and his body, for him, had no great eternity other than stepping out of the fairy and magic realm. However, when he died suddenly, it was still as painful and sad as if he had died once.

And this is still under the conditions that Andao people have endured for most of...

Between life and death, there is great terror. This kind of terror originates from the depths of the soul, and it is impossible to get used to it after dying several times.

"Thanks."

Yang Yu replied in his heart.

Without the Judge's Pen, he couldn't control the remaining pages of the Ming Shu as he wanted, and exchanged his life for his life, which also had huge restrictions.

But that old demon has already been a martial sage for years, with a life span of nearly three years.

With Ghost Infant, An Daoren, and most of his own life essence, he finally killed it...

This cost is not too big.

However, in this world, there are only a handful of Martial Saints who can threaten the old demon of Montenegro, and there are almost no great masters.

The residual pages of the Ming Shu have this power, which is enough to shake the earth.

"Thanks…"

In the incomplete pages of the Ming Shu, the ghost baby's voice was a little flustered and frightening, and he never thought that the eldest master would thank himself.

Don't be busy.

"How much is my Shouyuan?"

Yang Prison asked.

He is very calm in his heart. In fact, after practicing martial arts to the point where he is now, he has a very strong control over himself, and the induction of his own lifespan is not too bad.

But compared to the incomplete pages of the Book of Ming Dynasty, it is naturally much more like a lake.

"Also, and..."

Ghost Infant's voice was a little rough, but he still responded with trembling:

"Twenty-eight years, four months, twenty-one days..."

"Almost thirty years?"

Yang Prison nodded, which was not much different from what he had guessed, and much better than expected.

"Master Kuixing, you don't have to worry about it! We, the ghosts and gods of Yin, don't need any Yangshou, and Yinshou is much longer than Yangshou!"

The ghost baby cautiously comforted him.

"My yang life is not over yet, what kind of yin life do I want?"

Yang Prison responded casually and no longer responded to this kid.

There are naturally many reasons why he dared to come this time, and the recipe for the five internal organs must be one of them.

The first node of this recipe can be completed with only one line. At that time, Yang Shou will no longer be a bondage, but will become one of his most powerful means.

This old demon's cultivation is more than ten times better than he is now, but he may not be able to withstand a single ginseng fruit...

The older it is, the shorter its lifespan!

"call!"

He restrained his thoughts, and then raised his eyes. In the northwest city in the snow, a large number of people came in a mighty manner, and in the distance, Daoist Yunni stood with his hands down.

"It can't be controlled, it can't be controlled..."

Daoist Yunni sighed in his heart.

Of course he knew what method Yang Prison used, but he had to admit that this **** passed through tyranny and terrifying.

Even if it can be seen from the white hair on his head that this magical power has great consequences, the fear in his heart is too strong to be added.

Such means...

"Ugh…"

Seemingly feeling Yang Yu's gaze, he cupped his hands, turned to leave, and soon exited the Baili Land.

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Ignoring Daoist Yunni's stay, Yang Yu stretched out his hand, accompanied by a long neigh from the dragon horse, Qin Si, whose eyes were slightly red, turned over and hurried forward.

"Brother Yang, you, you..."

Finally, looking at Yang Yu's silver hair, she couldn't hold back her tears.

"No problem, no problem."

Yang Yu stretched out his arms and embraced the beauty, allowing her to heal himself.

A heart finally calmed down.

…

…

Fierce cold winds come from the north, and the closer you get to the north, the colder it gets.

Longyuan Road is white for thousands of miles, frozen for thousands of miles, and there are few people outside the city.

The biting wind was getting colder and colder on the plain outside the Great Wall, where there were few mountains.

On the vast grassland, except for the vast expanse of white, there is almost no variegated color, only under the Changbai Mountain, there are wisps of cooking smoke.

The Heavenly Wolf Dynasty was located in an extremely bitter and cold place with few mountains and rivers.

Therefore, the huge mountains that can block the cold current have been crowned with the names of gods and saints in the long years.

Montenegro, and even the eight sacred mountains where the eight major tribes of Sirius are stationed, are also known as the Eight Gods and One Holy Mountain of Sirius.

Whoosh!

In the biting cold wind, even the most cold-resistant Xiong Zhan had to hide in the cave.

But on the edge of the cliff with the heaviest snow and the coldest, there are thirteen teenagers practicing martial arts here.

They are wearing icy cold stomachs and practice martial arts on the edge of the coldest and most dangerous cliffs. They are not tall and burly, but their eyes seem to be burning with flames.

call!

After a long time, the leading young man stopped.

Beneath the scarlet stomach was Ha Qi, the tallest and the head of the thirteen people. As soon as he raised his hand, everyone stopped.

"Yesterday, thousands of cattle and sheep of the Yanyi tribe were frozen to death! Today, it will be thousands, and the day after tomorrow, it will be 10,000!"

After several years of martial arts training, Ha Qi's voice is very loud:

"Without the cattle and sheep, the Yanyi tribe can't survive, nor can we! Everyone will die, they will all die!"

silence.

Pairs of burning eyes stared at Ha Qi, waiting for his order.

Ha Qi drank and asked:

"How are we going to survive?"

"Go south!"

"Go south!"

"Go south!"

There was a sound of rubbing the stomach and stomach, and the twelve men raised their swords and soldiers in unison, hoarse.

"But, with us alone, we can't go south at all."

Ha Qi raised his hand to stop everyone's shouting, his eyes were as sharp as falcons:

"Ming people are weak and incompetent, but they have too many people, too many bows and arrows, and too many cities! We are going south,

Be sure to call on all tribes, all ethnic groups, and even the entire royal court! "

The originally high-pitched emotions fell silent.

Of the fourteen people present, including Ha Qi, no one came from a noble family, and no one knew the big man in the royal court.

They have only thirteen pairs of armor.

"Are you afraid?"

Ha Qi coldly swept over the crowd, and without waiting for them to answer, he spoke again:

"Look!"

He pulled out the long knife around his waist and pointed to the top of the mountains, which was not sure how much higher than this place, where the clouds and mist were vast, and it was full of wind, snow and ice.

Faintly, there is a mysterious black palace that rises and falls within it.

that area is…

Ha Qi straightened his back, his eyes burning like fire:

"I'm going to meet 'God'!"

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Good night…