The First Cause of All Realms

hum!

The fan was lifted lightly, and an invisible energy seemed to blow back all the sounds.

"puff!"

The sound wave rolled backwards, Jiang Xiaobai only felt black in front of him, blood spurting out from the pores all over his body, and it almost exploded on the spot!

"Be careful!"

The response of Wang Liu and others was also fast, and they rushed out almost as soon as the crowd changed.

However, like Jiang Xiaobai, his vigor rolled back and he fell back to his original place.

"Um?!"

In the shadows, Jiang Xiazi's expression was also tense, and he involuntarily took a few steps backwards, walking in tandem with Yanlong, and was forced to the street.

"Anyone else?"

Seeing these two people, Huang Hu was shocked, but he didn't have time to pay attention to it. He just stared at the mysterious man who appeared after the crowd receded.

Master!

Great master!

Bamboo sticks, mango shoes, Confucian clothes and stone waists hang wine gourds, and with messy hair, I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

The sloppy old monk just stood on the street like this, with an indescribable energy diffused, everyone couldn't help but stop.

Even Yan Longxing, who had already held down the hilt of the sword, couldn't help but let go of the hilt...

"A mad monk?!"

Listening to the old laughter, not only Wang Liu, Huang Hu, Jiang Xiaobai, but also Jiang Xiazi, who had collected information on the masters of all dynasties, his eyelids jumped and he recognized the person.

Without him, this kind of dress, this kind of appearance, is really too bright!

The mad monk, who lived more than a thousand years ago, is one of the most famous monks after Bodhidharma.

Unlike other eminent monks and great virtues, this great monk with the name of a mad monk has been in the world all his life. Although his martial arts are mediocre, his supernatural powers are very remarkable.

Folk legends abound about him, and in the ordinary world, his name is even bigger than that of Zen Bodhidharma.

"You guys are so cruel!"

Stepping on a pair of broken straw sandals, the old monk looked at the crowd with half-squinted eyes, his eyes stopped on Yan Longxing and Jiang Xiazi, and his tone had a faint hope: "You, you shouldn't come..."

can communicate?

Wang Liu's heart moved slightly, holding Jiang Xiaobai's arm, clasping his fists and bowing.

"Junior Wang Liu, I meet the seniors, I don't know how the seniors are..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Huang Hu and the others were silent, letting him go to test, but he didn't want the old monk to say nothing, just put the palm fan to his waist, and then swayed and turned around.

"Since you're here, let's all go with the monk..."

A group of people looked at each other, opened the distance from Jiang Xiazi, Wei Wei still followed.

Jiang Xiaobai walked at the end. He glanced around and saw fear, anger, and anxiety in the eyes of the people around him. They seemed to be real people.

But with the 'horse face, the rank map, how he doesn't know, there is not the slightest anger in the people who are transferred.

But unfortunately, it's not a ghost...

"I hope the lord will come sooner, this **** place, I'm afraid we can't settle it...

Wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, Jiang Xiaobai felt fear and urgency in his heart.

Once you enter this city, you cannot leave at all.

"In the end what happened?"

Looking at the acquaintances that flashed by on the street from time to time, Huang Hu Festival pinched white, but he had to press it.

In the past day, he has tried many times, these seemingly normal villagers will disappear immediately as long as they touch him.

The two groups of people followed behind the old monk with their own thoughts, and fell into a strange calm.

"The mad monk..."

Touching the back of his head from time to time, Wang Liu was highly prepared, and when he was walking, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He walked through this street several times, not to mention he was very familiar with it, but he also remembered the general layout in his palm, but this time he walked, and the surrounding environment turned out to be extremely unfamiliar.

And the hairstyles, costumes, and even the accents of the pedestrians who are still pacing in the night rain have gradually become very unfamiliar...

"arrive!"

Just when several people couldn't hold it any longer, the sloppy old monk suddenly stopped, and in front of him was an ancient temple.

A temple built in a bustling city!

"Jinshan Temple, you..."

After recognizing the ancient writing in front of the temple, Wang Liu finally couldn't help it. He shook his sleeves and said solemnly:

"who are you?!"

Click!

He exerted force under his feet, the slate cracked, Huang Hu, Jiang Xiaobai, and the supervisory division behind him, and the masters of the Demon Slayer Division also pulled out their swords, as if facing a great enemy.

"Who is the monk, don't you know very well?"

The old monk smiled and drank the wine gourd. He even drank a few sips, and he was not busy entering the temple. He casually found a big tree to lean against:

"Everyone in the world calls it a monk. If you like it, just follow it."

"you really......"

Wang Liu still wanted to speak, but Huang Hu was already one step ahead.

"Where are the villagers in this city?"

"They are all dead..."

With a long sigh, the old monk seemed to be crying and laughing while drinking.

"The monk failed to save them, failed to..."

"Dead, dead?! Who killed them?!"

Even if he had expected it, Huang Hu couldn't help but feel a sullen look in his heart after hearing this:

"who is it?!"

His eyes were red, and he was about to kill him, but Wang Liu and Jiang Xiaobai didn't stop him, but silently stimulated their magical powers.

Between the rain and fog, a pair of shadowy gods with cow heads and horse faces appeared side by side in the night.

"Tau, horse face... who killed them, who killed them..."

The old monk hiccupped and suddenly pointed out of the city:

"Boys, did you see that?"

"Um?!"

He suddenly pointed, and everyone else couldn't help but change their expressions, because no matter what they thought in their hearts, whether they wanted to turn back or not.

But they couldn't help turning their heads around, including the suffocating Yan Longxing!

Zheng!

The subtle sword sound shattered the invisible qi, but Yan Longxing still turned back because he caught a glimpse of fire.

Outside the rainy night, the fire is blazing, like the tide like the sea, from far to near...

More than one place!

The moment the fire came into view, everyone looked around, and when they saw it, their hearts sank.

In addition to the rainy night, the sparks of fire have emerged, not only in all directions, but also in all directions!

Huang Hu lowered his head, and across the thick slate ground, he seemed to sense the scorching flames...

This is…

The crowd looked at each other in dismay, and invariably recalled the widely circulated legends related to this mad monk:

"Fire, fire... The Eight Demons Refining the Vitiligo Monk?!"

"That's wrong, that's wrong... Originally, it was the monk who trained the Eight Demons..."

The old monk sitting against the tree burped again and said with a complicated expression:

"At that time, the monk was expelled by the master in the temple, wandering around the world, and when he was half-drunk and half-awake, he used some medicine to help the cause..."

The old monk spoke slowly.

His divine will was unbelievably strong, and everyone present, including Jiang Xiazi and Yan Longxing, who had been in the top ten for many years, couldn't help being deterred by his words, fell to the ground and listened to him.

More than a thousand years ago, Gao Jia destroyed the Tang Dynasty, and the world was in chaos for hundreds of years.

The mad monk was born in a turbulent year. He saw a lot of suffering among the people, and he did not like the monks who only abide by the rules of the temple and only chanted sutras, and left the temple.

"Perhaps it was hundreds of years of fighting. Too many people died in the world. In only three hundred years, nine Dao Fruits were born..."

Speaking of this, the old monk's words were dignified and puzzled, but Huang Hu and the others didn't care much.

Because in this world, there are more than nine Dao Fruits born in ten years...

until the last sentence...

"Nine, devil fruit?!"

At this point, not to mention Huang Hu and others, even Yan Longxing couldn't help but jump in his heart.

The five categories of Dao and Fruit are not without cause.

According to legend, its points originate from ancient times, from immortals and Buddhas to demons, and there is no denunciation or high or low. The points are all because of the harm to all spirits and others because of their rituals.

Demonic Dao Fruits are very rare, but they are also extremely dangerous!

For more than 3,000 years, very few demons have been born, but all of them have left deep traces in the history books.

Like a drought, like a plague demon, like a yin demon, like a Rakshasa...

At the same time, nine great devils were born, which is simply terrifying!

You must know that after Gaojia, until the hundreds of years when the sloppy Taoist was born, the martial arts declined, and there were very few great masters!

"... Those nine great devils are not ordinary people. They rely on their own supernatural powers and cause harm to the people. Sometimes they slaughter a shock, sometimes they kill a city.

The old monk fell into memory, with a complicated expression on his face that couldn't tell whether he was crying or laughing.

"The monks fought with them for many years, and in the end, it was the senior brother who led away the great devil, the Master of the Cave of Heaven and Earth.

Later, the monk led the remaining eight demons to Jinshan Temple with his life, and burned the demons with the fire of Buddha...

"Could it be that something went wrong?"

Almost all of the crowd were attracted by the words, even Huang Hu, who had been murderous before, also calmed down.

"No, there are no twists and turns... The monk was very successful, attracting the eight demons, and using their mutual restraint, he completely destroyed the eight demons..."

After shaking the wine gourd, the old monk took out the fan and shook it:

"In the beginning, it went smoothly. Under the raging fire, the Eight Demons were burned cleanly, leaving nothing behind..."

"Then this fire?"

Jiang Xiaobai, who was hurt by himself and vomited blood, couldn't help but ask at this moment, because the fire outside the rainy night was getting closer and closer between the few people talking.

The light rain has not stopped until now, and you can also feel the heat flow approaching.

"The subduing of the demons went well, but the mistake is that the monk didn't want the eight demons to leak out, and before the eight demons died, he moved to suppress the Daoguo together..."

Boom!

Muffled thunder also exploded, and it came from a distance, that the city wall was collapsing, and everyone could see the billowing smoke and dust in the distance.

"Old monk, you are talking too much!"

With a divine sword in his palm, Yan Longxing finally became impatient.

He came from no purpose, just wanted to try to find out the news related to the 'Mysterious Art Realm' in this piece of cosmic light.

It's not that I want to listen to this old bald donkey babbling incessantly here.

"It is rare in the world to attack divine powers."

Glancing at Yan Longxing lightly, the old monk shook his head slightly.

"If you want to leave, do it yourself, the monk won't leave you..."

"Brother Yan, don't be impatient."

Seemingly thinking of something, Jiang Xiazi persuaded Yan Longxing and said instead:

"Master can suppress the eight supernatural power masters with one's own power, it is indeed amazing, but the reason why you are in trouble is that something unexpected happened on the way to suppress Daoguo?"

"good."

The old monk nodded and said calmly:

"It is true that Taoism cannot be suppressed by manpower, and the Buddha's fire backfired and burned the monk himself..."

"At this moment, who set fire to the city?"

At this time, no one could sit still, the ground became scalding hot, the surrounding vegetation turned yellow, and the fire seemed to be about to break through the rain and fog.

"Yes, a ghost!"

It was Jiang Xiazi who spoke. Looking at the whole sea of ​​fire, he spoke very fast:

"The four steps of the Tao, the first step is to surrender to his heart, this heart is the will of the former supernatural master, and it also has the invisible power of heaven and earth...

The body of the master of supernatural powers has died, and before the new master appears, if someone forcibly refines the fruit of the Tao, it is very likely to refine the ghost of the Tao! "

Dao ghost!

Huang Hu and others were skeptical, and did not trust the words of this unfamiliar master.

On the contrary, the old monk gave him a surprised look and nodded:

"The name of Dao ghost is also appropriate. These eight demons gushing out from the Dao fruit are far more vicious than when they were still alive. The monk couldn't surrender, but was trapped in the temple and burned every day..."

"Master, stop talking nonsense!"

Seeing that he was still swallowing slowly, Jiang Xiazi couldn't help it:

"They are already entering the city!"

Whoa whoa whoa!

It can blaze a sea of ​​flames, burn the city, and with the sound of ghost crying and wolf hero, large tracts of water vapor also evaporate.

The rain and fog that shrouded the whole city were completely burnt to dryness at this moment!

"Roar!"

The raging fire rushed into the city, where the rolling heat wave passed, the houses, pedestrians, trees, flowers and plants were turned to ashes!

It was so terrifying that everyone in front of the temple couldn't help but jump in their hearts, "Living Buddha?"

"Grandmaster!"

The beads of sweat kept falling, and the faces of Wang Liu and the others turned blue.

The black iron sword he threw out only lasted for less than half a cup of tea, and then it vaporized!

"Amitabha!"

Until this time, the old monk was sitting cross-legged.

"These eight devils hide in the sea of ​​fire, they are invisible and invisible, and they can also trigger the supernatural powers before they occur. The benefits are very..."

hum~

hum~

hum~

As the fan swayed, large swaths of golden light rushed in all directions like a waterfall, and this light seemed to have the ability to manipulate flames.

In an instant, everyone felt that the temperature around them dropped sharply, and the firelight dimmed.

But without waiting for everyone to be pleasantly surprised, there seemed to be terrifying ghosts appearing in the undisturbed flames, and they looked at everyone with venom and ferocity.

In other words, it was the shadows of ghosts and gods that appeared unconsciously behind Wang Liu and Jiang Xiaobai.

"Although the ox-headed-horse-faces are great, your performance is too poor, and you can't stop them in just a few moments, and the old monk is already exhausted to the extreme.

But he was still swinging the fan, and at the same time, the other hand stretched into his bosom, and after rubbing for a while, he squeezed out two irregular pills of different sizes, and stuffed them into the In the mouths of Wang Liu and Jiang Xiaobai.

"you?"

The two were stunned when they heard a roar, swept away by the golden light, and fell into the sea of ​​​​fire:

"Let's go! Leave this place, wait until you are promoted to the ten capitals, and your supernatural powers are complete, it will not be too late to come here again to conquer the devil!"

"Old bald donkey, you dare?!"

Seeing this scene, Huang Hu's expression changed greatly, and Yan Longxing was even more furious, slashing at Jiang Xiaobai and Wang Liu who were about to fall into the sea of ​​fire:

"stay!"

After a while, the rest of the people came back to their senses, and their expressions changed when they saw the firelight surging in all directions.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk recited the Buddha's name lightly, and with a movement, he was already blocking the place where the sword light must pass. But he didn't dodge or dodge, just folded his hands and let the sword light slash at him.

"The monk is unable to save everyone, please forgive me..."

Zheng!

This sword, after all, did not cut.

"Old bald donkey!"

Yan Longxing's face turned blue, but he also knew that this old monk was the key to suppressing the sea of ​​​​fire. If he died, the sea of ​​​​fire would explode tenfold.

But he didn't have the intention to stay any longer, glanced coldly at Jiang Xiazi, turned around, and dashed out of the sea of ​​​​fire with his body on the sword.

Not long after, sword sounds and roars were heard from the sea of ​​fire.

"Amitabha, good, good..."

The old monk was powerless and fell to the ground, looking at the group of people behind him with apologetic expressions: "The monk is incompetent, I can only accompany you all to suffer the pain of this raging fire..."

"Master...Is there any other way?"

Seeing that the fire was getting closer and closer, and no one could calm down anymore, Jiang Xiazi's face turned blue.

"There is no way..."

The old monk sighed:

"This fire is a mixture of the fire of the monk's supernatural powers and the fire of the eight devil supernatural powers. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com The body of pure gold can't stand it..."

"If you kill these eight demons?"

Huang Hu took a deep breath and suppressed the boiling in his heart.

The collision in the firelight was still very fierce, and the unknown swordsman was very good, and he still insisted on fighting.

"His supernatural powers are not bad, but unfortunately they are not ghosts and gods... These eight demons are already inhuman. Even if Bodhidharma is reborn, Lu Chen is not dead, I am afraid..."

The old monk's breath faded and the golden light dimmed. He folded his hands again, and when he wanted to apologize, his heart suddenly moved and he raised his head suddenly.

Under the blazing flames, everyone was in despair. When they suddenly saw a different expression on his face, they couldn't help but look at him, but they heard an eagle cry for no reason.

Then, a stream of light pierced through the night, like a thunderstorm, like a meteor, and in an instant, it was wrapped in a biting cold wind and fell into the sea of ​​​​fire!

"God's Four Elephant Arrows?!"

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