The First Cause of All Realms

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hum~

The night was dark and starry.

A blazing meteor pierced through the night and fell in the direction of the customs, causing the star to fall.

"Whoo~"

The old demon crossed his knees on the ground, raised his eyes to look at the sky, and there were astonishing colors in his eyes. In a trance, he felt the vibration from his soul and his destiny.

That was a sign of the existence of the Big Dipper.

No one can understand the waves in his heart, for this moment, he paid too much.

Beidou, Lord die!

Before the tide rises, the Big Dipper can only be born early in the midst of extreme killing and endless death.

Years of natural and man-made disasters are also slightly insufficient. Only when the extremely vigorous vitality is extinguished can it be possible to trigger the light of the Big Dipper.

What this moment of light meant, he knew too well.

"Xuanba Zhang, you have fallen!"

No joy, no sorrow, just a hint of regret.

One in the Seven Kills Sacred Mountain, one in the Linlong Jing'an Mansion, the two have probably only met twice in the past few decades.

Personal grudges are mostly non-existent, and their positions are different from each other, which does not prevent him from appreciating this great hero of the world.

In the seventh and eight hundred years, he has seen countless heroes, but there are few who can compare with him. In the last battle, his achievements in martial arts have already surpassed his ancestor Zhang Yuanzhu, and even surpassed him. All martial artists recorded in history are outstanding.

Such a hero was born when the day was about to change. As long as he didn't die, he would definitely be able to step into the legendary path of immortals and Buddhas in the future, and even go far.

"Pity…"

Thoughts arose in his heart, the old demon stretched his arms, feeling this young body with the 'spirit of the Son of Heaven', whose luck could be called the tallest in his eighth generation.

People die and disappear.

Facing an unparalleled hero like Henry Zhang, he has no chance to keep his cultivation, but it is not necessary.

The realm does not fall, the magical power is still there, it is enough.

Huhu~

As the night wind whistled, the old demon slowly performed martial arts, and the strong blood gushed out from the pores of his body.

[Cut the Dao to Heaven, kill seven to get one, kill all kinds to serve Heaven! 】

This supernatural power is extremely domineering and cruel, and those who are ruthless can change their blood in one day, but because of this, there are hidden dangers.

Once upon a time, he was also burdened by it, and he was unable to take the last step.

But in this world where he practiced the fusion of the seven generations, this magical power was no longer a burden to him.

call!

call!

Before midnight, all the impurities had been repelled out of the body, and the purest blood flowed outside his body, slowly and firmly evolving into the oven.

In the middle of the night, it has returned to the furnace.

This is the achievement of this predecessor, which took two years of killing.

"It's not enough."

Lightly pinching his palms, the old demon's eyes turned and looked into the depths of the night, only to hear the light footsteps from far to near.

A big monk dressed in red came here.

More than a hundred meters away, he stopped and swept around, his eyes fixed on the old demon, his eyes were a little puzzled, and he immediately bowed:

"Tianlun Temple, Dulong, meet the seniors..."

"Monk Dulong?"

The old demon's eyes narrowed slightly:

"Where's Fan Ruyi?"

Brahman Ruyi is the legend of Dali Buddhism.

According to legend, he came from a humble background, not even a serf, but one of the prostitutes raised in captivity by a large family, a pariah from the bottom.

Growing up in discrimination and oppression since childhood, it can be said that he has suffered a lot in the world. He even was beaten 300 times for stepping on the shadow of a nobleman, exposed to the sun for seven days, and almost died.

But it is such a person, but in two hundred years, he has reached the peak of the Great Li Dynasty, with one teaching, one country.

Eternal Tianlun Temple, headed by it, Dali people call it,

'Great Brahma'!

This person is also the master of the world, except Henry Zhang, the person he is most afraid of.

"The teacher originally came here on purpose, but I was afraid that the seniors would feel uneasy, so I sent a little monk here to let me know,

He has already broken through the 'Shuiyun Pass' in Yunzhou, and more than 20 days ago, he notified the king of your country's right Khan, who had been waiting outside the pass for a long time, to 'Laidu'..."

"Close, it's broken."

The old demon was not surprised.

A person like Fan Ruyi, once he makes a move, can enter the Daming court without being blocked by a warrior of the same rank.

In the same way, Henry Zhang, Mu Qingliu, himself, and even Nie Longtian, are not impossible.

What makes him dread is that the old monk, who seems to have calculated something, can actually send his disciples to find his body in this world...

"Master sent a little monk here to ask the seniors to fulfill their promise and return the handwriting of Bodhidharma to me..."

Monk Dulong bowed slightly, with a rather humble attitude.

"Dharma's handwritten book... Your teacher wants to enter Pingdushan, the illusion of Bodhidharma? It seems that he is still worse than Bodhidharma."

The old demon of Montenegro was moved.

Pingdushan, the rumor that Bodhidharma was born in the illusion, has been circulating for nearly ten years, and I do not know how many Buddhist masters swarmed away.

"It's not comparable, it's not comparable."

Monk Dulong waved his hand slightly, with awe and piety in his expression:

"Master Bodhidharma is the ancestor of Zen Buddhism, a sage of Buddhism, and his Buddhist achievements are so high that no one in later generations can compare..."

"Oh?"

The old demon raised his eyebrows.

Are there such humble people in Tianlun Temple?

"So, what about your teacher?"

"How can the teacher compare with the great master of Bodhidharma?"

Monk Dulong holds the Buddha's rites and worships from afar, just like believers worshiping Buddha:

"His old man is the real Buddha in the world..."

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…

The night was dark.

In the corner of Fengtian Hall, in a small room with high security, there was a sound of 'wow wow' turning over the book.

Wearing a prison robe, Xu Wenji sat upright, sometimes flipping through books, and sometimes swiping his brush, without the mentality that a prisoner should have.

As a great scholar in the world, he has not been treated harshly in the past few years in prison. The ministers in the court did not dare to say it, but the secret care has never been less.

All kinds of books, pen, ink, paper and inkstone are never lacking, and even he has declined many times, and people still bring delicious food and wine from time to time.

If it weren't for Dongchang, someone would even dare to send maid costumes.

And separated by a wall, Wang Muzhi naturally did not have this treatment. In the past few years, no one came to visit except Qi Liuyi.

Of course, he didn't care.

"Mysterious iron is the frame, and pure gold is the bottom. This 'Fengtian Temple' is worthy of the name of the magic weapon. Although it is still short of the last one, it is difficult to shake..."

Gently stroking the cold wall, Wang Muzhi admired slightly.

Many times, he wanted to try to see if he could break this wall with his current cultivation, but he still didn't do it.

Without him, this wall can be broken, but it is difficult to break the "wall in the heart" of my teacher.

If he does not persuade him, even if the wall is broken, he will not go out, just as Emperor Qianheng summoned him several times, but Xu Wenji ignored it.

Suddenly, there were hurried footsteps outside.

While several eunuchs were closely monitoring, the dusty fifth Jie came quickly, glanced over, and saw the shackles on his teacher's hands and feet, he was furious:

"Dog thing, how dare you do this?!"

He was furious and cold, and all the guards and eunuchs shuddered. The man in front of him had the temper of a street murderer, how could they dare to provoke him?

"Little five."

As Xu Wenji put down his pen and called softly, the fifth Jie's anger subsided, and he knelt outside the door with a 'puff':

"Teacher, the disciple is late..."

"It's too early, and there's no way to do it."

Wang Muzhi sighed.

"you?"

Fifth Jie turned back suddenly, surprise and horror flashed in his eyes, but he didn't know what to think, and suddenly closed his mouth.

"Go, I'll talk to the teacher and senior brother!"

Several guards and eunuchs hesitated, but after glancing at Liu Jing, who was indifferent in the distance, they still clenched their teeth and backed away.

The fifth family is a thousand-year-old clan, and there are not a few high-ranking officials in the DPRK, and they are not something they can afford.

"Teacher, why are you..."

Seeing Wang Muzhi's first glance, Wu Jie knew in his heart that from time to time he couldn't save his teacher, but the teacher he didn't want to leave.

Pedant, old-fashioned, ignorant, ignorant...

A lot of scolding, when he saw the old man who was in shape, he swallowed it again, how can this be demanding.

"Little Wu, take the books copied for the teacher out."

Xu Wenji stood up.

The prison robe, which was not very large, looked very wide on his body, and during his years in prison, he became thinner and thinner.

"Study and lectures cannot save today's imperial court, today's world..."

Wang Muzhi shook his head.

Similar words, he said countless times over the years.

"At least, I saved you."

Xu Wenji's cold response blocked his apprentice's mouth.

"Teacher, you..."

Fifth Jie was about to say something when he heard a muffled noise from the next door, and turned around suddenly, only to see Wang Muzhi standing up at some point.

He clenched the bars with both hands, and his eyes looking at the night sky became very dignified.

"Um?"

Xu Wenji also seemed to be aware of it. He followed it and saw that in the night sky, there were meteors streaking across the sky, and it was difficult from the north...

That is?

Suddenly, his heart shrank, and great sourness poured into his heart:

"mysterious…"

"Fall the stars!"

Wang Muzhi's expression was solemn.

Through the magical 'splitting light and shadow', he faintly seemed to have captured a scene that was happening spontaneously outside the mountains and rivers.

Under the same starry sky, on the snow field, in front of the barren forest.

That is…

…

…

In the Fengtian Hall, there was a dead silence, and several guards were trembling.

Since the man returned from the palace, the huge Taoist palace has been shrouded in fear, and people die almost every day. Up to now, dozens of palace maids, eunuchs, and guards have been killed by sticks...

boom!

At a certain moment, there was a huge roar in the hall, and the sound was so loud that several guards were almost scared to death on the spot.

He hurriedly fell to his knees, his face pale.

"it is good!"

In the hall, Emperor Qianheng didn't care about the thoughts of the guards, holding the round mirror, the gloom of many days was swept away.

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I couldn't help pacing a few steps. Emperor Qianheng's face flushed, and he couldn't help but ask again:

"That old man, was he really killing the old demon queen of Montenegro and was seriously injured?!"

The Jin Yiwei on the other side of the bronze mirror lowered his head and repeated it, but his heart couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness...

"he…"

Suddenly, Emperor Qianheng seemed to be aware of it. He suddenly stepped out of the hall and looked out from the fence, and saw a starlight cut through.

For some reason, the smile on his face was frozen:

"he died?!"