The First Cause of All Realms

"That wish..."

Looking at the back of the goshawk rising from the ground, fluttering its wings instead, fast as a shooting star, Lin Daoist felt a little relieved.

He didn't believe Yang Yu's so-called win over Nie Longtian.

As a great master, fighting against the Martial Sage as a great master has never existed in ancient times and is as strong as Henry Zhang, but it was also because of the situation of the great army that he managed to do this.

Naturally, he despised Nie Longtian, but he was a martial sage cultivator.

But he is still a Martial Saint.

However, with this goshawk and his archery skills, he can advance and retreat freely if he wants to.

"It's good to suffer some losses..."

Lin Daoren thought so.

Halfway through the practice of martial arts, he has already practiced such a practice at a young age. Yang Yu's talent made him have to be moved.

But this way, he walked too fast, and it was too smooth, and it might not be a bad thing to suffer some losses——

While his thoughts were turning, he was about to leave when he suddenly heard the whispers of pedestrians in the distance.

"Goshawk Xuanfu double-edged sword, that person, that person should be King Yang of the Northwest, right?"

"King Yang! I heard that a few days ago, outside the Lanshan Pass, the Dark Moon Dharma King of Dali Tianlun Temple was defeated and suppressed by him!"

"I heard that Zhao Wangye went to the frontier not far away for 100,000 miles, just to accept him as a disciple..."

"No wonder the murderer fled in the wind, I'm afraid he was deterred by King Yang's might..."

"Um?!"

Hearing these many discussions, Lin Daoren paused slightly, and his brows suddenly twitched;

"He, suppressed the Darkmoon Dharma King?!"

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Huhu~

In the night wind, the inside and outside of the Tianlang Pass was covered in veil, white cloths were floating in front of every door, and the entire city pass was filled with desolation and loneliness.

Before the tower, Wei Zhengxian sat on the ground, had two or three small dishes, and drank alone.

At this moment, it is still midsummer in the Central Plains, but outside the customs, it seems that autumn has arrived, and the night wind is moving slowly, blowing off the yellowed leaves.

"General, it's late at night, come back."

I don't know when, Yu Liang came to the city wall, and looked at Wei Zhengxian, who had a desolate expression, and sighed in his heart.

The death of King Zhao of the West Palace was truly earth-shattering.

Not only the court and the opposition were boiling, but the wind was surging outside the fortress, and the heart of the general of his own family was also shaken.

"The old people are withering one after another, it's like falling leaves in the wind...--"

Reaching out his hand to take the yellow leaf blown by the wind, Wei Zhengxian looked slightly dazed:

"Mr. Yu, where do you think I should go?"

"Why should the general ask me?"

Yu Liang also sat on the ground with him and poured a glass of wine for him: "Wherever you go, I will go."

"Wei for a while, I really don't know where to go..."

Wei Zhengxian muttered to himself:

"I didn't really have any ambitions, I just wanted to live with my brothers, but now it looks like it's going to be difficult.

"It's hard, it's hard, it's easy, it's easy."

Yu Liang poured him another glass of wine, and his voice became a little higher;

"With the turmoil in the government and the opposition, no one can shake your position. Even if you don't save Emperor Qianheng, what can Li Yan do?

Could it be that he dares to take you to prison? Or does he dare to stop the army's food and wages?!"

Holding the wine glass, Wei Zhengxian was silent.

"You keep this pass because of your promise to Prince Zhao, and what does it have to do with the emperor? Over the years, the imperial court has bullied me and waited too much. More, more and more prosperous!"

Yu Liang picked up a glass of wine and drank it all in one go, the pungency surged like fire;

"Raising soldiers for a thousand days and using them for a while, if he doesn't raise them, he wants me to wait desperately. How can there be such a reason in the world?!"

ta ta ta

When the two were talking, there were continuous footsteps on the city wall, and a group of soldiers guarding the city gathered one after another. In the distance, there was a warning wolf smoke.

"Fan Ruyi, here we come!"

Seeing this scene, Yu Liang's heart jumped wildly. Seeing that Wei Zhengxian was still silent, he couldn't help but raise his voice:

"General!"

Watching the soldiers on the top of the city feel the unshakable will of the mountains from far to near, Wei Zhengxian smashed the wine glass with a click.

"Let him, go!"

Inside the Tianlang Pass, there are more than 100,000 elites, and the head of the three heroes of Long Yuan, Wei Zhengxian, who is praised by Henry Zhang for being a martial artist, is stationed there.

But Brahma Ruyi still went out calmly.

Surprising, but not surprising. "Poor, pathetic."

Dressed in a monk's robe, it was almost impossible to cover his body. When Brahma looked at Emperor Qianheng, he couldn't help but feel a little bit of pity:

"You are also considered to be the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, the master of the Central Plains, a very respected and extremely noble person, but why are there not many people who even fight to the death for you?"

Behind him is Xiongguan Sirius, and the one in his hand is the Emperor Daming

Fan Ruyi's voice was neither high nor low, but it was enough for everyone inside and outside Xiongguan to hear it clearly.

In front of the tower, Wei Zhengxian was holding the wine glass tightly, his closed eyelids trembling, but after all he didn't say a word.

"Being able to bend and stretch, General Wei is worthy of a man."

After stopping for a long time, Fan Ruyi gave a slight compliment and walked away.

On his way, he passed through various gates and cities, and saw hundreds of thousands of swordsmen, but there was almost no one to stop him except Xuanjia.

"Pity…"

Feeling the breath behind him that was infinitely approaching the threshold of Martial Saint, Fan Ruyi thought about it, but he didn't care anymore.

His footsteps are fast, and his direction is completely certain.

After walking for more than ten days and nights, he was already in a deserted forest somewhere, and saw the military tent that stretched for a long time. In it, he felt it.

"Emperor's Purple Qi----

Tie Ru's face slightly condensed

Wearing red armor and looking like a teenager, the Montenegrin old demon had already come to the front. The two stood at a distance of hundreds of meters, and they were calm and fearful.

"It's been a long time, Brother Montenegro."

Brahma stood still.

"Linghui damaged?"

Glancing at Emperor Qianheng, who was like a pool of mud, the old demon of Montenegro frowned slightly:

"Without Henry Zhang and Mu Qing Liuyang Road, you haven't done your best? Jiang Wuyi wouldn't have the courage to stop you, right?

"Something went wrong."

Brahma Ruyi did not speak out, but said lightly:

"Okay, this person will be restored to Lao Liao. As for the Ziqi of the Son of Heaven on his body, Daoist brother only needs to hand over the handwriting of Bodhidharma and take it by himself."

"With what you and I have done today, even if Bodhidharma was resurrected and invited to live, it would not be considered a threat. It's just a mere handwriting, it's useless to keep this seat, and it's nothing to give to you. It's just..."

The old demon's eyes flickered:

"This seat is very curious, what is there in the Bodhidharma fantasy realm that can make you go out of the mountain and enter at any cost...

"This, it seems, has nothing to do with our deal."

Brahma lowered his eyelids:

"Or, Daoist brother wants to break the promise?"

huh~

Silently asked, it seemed that a cold current was coming. With the two of them, the airflow within a radius of ten miles seemed to be frozen in mid-air.

"Break your promise, it's not enough, since you don't want to say it, then it's up to you."

The old demon looked down:

"It's just that, when you entered the customs before, Mu Qingliu had no time to clone himself, and when you enter the customs again, he may not allow you to come and go freely..."

After taking the thin handbook and leaving Emperor Qianheng behind, Brahma was silent for a moment, turned around, and walked towards the gate again;

“He, is not Henry Zhang.”

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The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the dawn has not yet come,

Under the darkness of the night, the Pingdu Mountain, which stretches for thousands and tens of thousands of miles, is like an ancient giant beast, lying on the junction of the two states of Qing and Bai.

In the darkness of the night, there are a lot of lights in the mountains and forests.

Whoa!

Six copper coins fell to the ground from the pale golden turtle shell.

"No, it still won't work..."

Under the flickering lights, Daoist Yun saw sweat on his forehead and was short of breath:

"Old Daoist said earlier, this immortal and magical realm can only appear once in four hundred years. These monks do not believe it..." "No, can't it be done?"

Mu Shaoyou's heart also trembled.

"No, no, no!"

The two masters and apprentices looked at each other with a rather gloomy taste.

The news of the birth of Bodhidharma's illusion has spread all over the world after so many years, and I don't know how many good martial artists have been attracted.

Of course, more, or monks.

Lanke Temple, Wuliangzong, Fulong Temple, Dachan Temple... God knows how many Buddhist masters gathered under Pingdu Mountain.

They have been \'invited' here for five or six years, and many of the other people who have entered the Bodhidharma with them have also been \'invited' here.

"These bald donkeys are bullying the soft and afraid of the hard!"

Mu Shaoyou gritted his teeth;

"What famous sect and sect, what great Buddhist master, deceived me and no one in Shuiyunguan! If you are so persistent, why don't you go and invite King Yang?

Aren't you afraid?! ""Turn off!"

With this sound, Daoist Yun was so frightened that his urinary tract was open, and he covered his apprentice's mouth, but it was still too late.

Outside the door, there was a sound of Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, good, good!"

Several old monks walked out of the forest slowly

"Don't blame the big Zen master, the little apprentices are also indifferent..."

Seeing a few old monks, the faces of the two masters and apprentices turned pale in an instant.

"Don't blame the little Daoist, this is also quiet and rude, no matter who is trapped in one place for five or six years, there will always be resentment in their hearts...

Quietly folded his hands, bowed and apologized:

"Non-old monks are unreasonable. In fact, it is about the great master of Bodhidharma. The emotions of the monks are too intense..."

"The great Zen master is polite..."

Seeing the great master salute, the two masters and apprentices felt flattered, and their resentment dissipated a bit for a while, so they picked it up in a hurry.

"My Dachan Temple is not bullying the soft and fearing the hard, it's really that King Yang, it's really hard to invite...

The old monk Xu Jing sighed

The two old monks behind him were relatively speechless.

This is not invited, really, can't beat...-...

"what?"

Suddenly, Lin Wen flashed a ray of light, and the eyes of several people were immediately attracted, and they saw the six copper plates on the mud floor all glowing, pointing to the depths of the forest.

"Illusion~www.readwn.com~ Illusion opened?!" Daoist Yun was stunned,

The opening time of the Immortal Demon Realm will change to the sky and become shorter, but it won't be so short, right?

"Um?!"

The old monk Xu Jing was about to go, when suddenly his body trembled and he turned around abruptly.

boom!

It was like the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking, and there was a thunderous explosion over the forest.

A figure hurricanely also seems to break through the forest, and the explosion of anger rises like a cloud, and the inner fruit is the person who is extremely angry!

"Lin Daoren, you are deceiving people too much!"

Like a meteor coming from the north, a golden light runs through the night, and in the night wind, accompanied by the roar of the dry dragon bow, a sneer follows;

"Nie Longtian, look again, who am I?!"