The First Cause of All Realms

Ka Ka Ka!

The black mist above Yingxing Building disappeared in a flash, and the wind and snow were full of the sound of bones twisting, and Ye Sheng, with a black air in his eyes, stretched his muscles and bones.

"These wise men are pampered, and although they have the help of the Tiger and Wolf Great Dan, their foundation can only be reluctant to say. It will take a year before and after returning to the Martial Sage. Perhaps, it is not enough...

Feeling the weak and flabby body, Ye Sheng's face was gloomy and cold:

"It's really worthy of being in the same line, and the cunning and sinister are not inferior to Henry Zhang! He actually used his body as bait to lure the old man into being fooled..."

His tone was cold and unwilling.

To die in the northwest, for him, it is not only a shame but also a kind of sadness.

After eight generations, hundreds of years of hard practice, countless days and nights of suffering, but it is no match for an ant to take advantage of the momentum.

This, of course, is very sad.

It's all your fault, no one else. If you and I are of the same origin, you are dead, and this seat will not be moved at all.

In the snowstorm, the old demon looked indifferent:

"On the contrary, do you want to give me an explanation when you were exhausted to death Zorigtu?"

Eight generations fight for one immortal, not one person can live out the eighth generation, but the eight generations of Montenegro old demons are combined into one, eight people and eight minds.

Therefore, even if he is the real Montenegro who has the strength of the eighth generation, it is not surprising that the body of the previous seventh generation must be controlled by him.

On the contrary, at this moment, his strength is inferior to that of the seven bodies, so he cannot be completely restrained.

Otherwise, it is impossible for him to let the sixth generation go to the northwest to seek death...

What, you still want to ask the guilt? Old man, you have to understand

The corners of Ye Sheng's mouth rose, and his tone was cold with a smirk.

"Zoligetu was supported by this seat with one hand, I died for this seat, and died in the right place, and there is no room for you to say anything.

The old demon lowered his eyes, his breath became deep and dangerous: "Are you going to go against me?"

"You and I are of the same origin, and there is no difference between superior and inferior, inverse? Do you think that you can dominate our will?"

The sixth-generation old demon had an indifferent expression, "If you hadn't lost the Shapolang, how could the old man have his arm bitten off by that beast, so that he was killed by that child.

"call!"

The invisible Qi machine collided on the Yingxing Building for a moment.

In just a split second, the six-generation old demon who was reborn groaned, and was almost forced to go down a high-rise building.

And just when he was about to get angry, a ray of dim light wafted up from downstairs, and a figure neither high nor low was already standing between the two.

It was a weak-crowned, silver-haired, black-robed, bare-footed young man. He spread his hands apart to isolate the collision of invisible qi machines. At the same time, he also sighed slightly: "The ills of incarnation are really unavoidable. Even if you and I are one, The same origin, but they will also have mutual feuds and fight..."

"Old Seven..."

Seeing the silver-haired boy appear, the six-generation old demon's eyes moved slightly and let go, while the old demon looked down at him indifferently.

"One is of the same origin, and there are primary and secondary divisions. Both hands and feet are important, but you must follow the arrangement. Otherwise, if you break your hands and feet, you may not be able to do it!" Moment.

Although they have different wills, in the final analysis they are one person, and naturally they will not be ignorant of their own xinxing.

But his voice was indifferent, and he gave up.

The eighth generation fights a fairy, except for him, the seventh generation old demon has the deepest foundation and the highest cultivation, but the six generations of old demons before him, mostly relying on his lingering rhyme, have broken through that level one after another.

The quintessence of fighting immortals in the eighth world lies in the convergence of all worlds' practice, and when one body becomes successful, all bodies become successful.

At this moment, he has not yet reached the peak, and he is still the most tyrannical in the eighth generation...

The Tao comes first, kill the gods, kill the Buddha, and kill me too...

After being silent for a while, the old seven smiled and broke the stalemate upstairs. He looked at the indifferent old demon.

"The old sixth died in the Northwest City, you and I feel the same way, that kid, no, Yang prison has indeed become a climate, not inferior to Henry Zhang..."

"good."

The sixth generation old demon nodded.

"I don't know what method to use to refine the seal of sacrifice of the old woman of pity, save Jiazi's hard work, Henry Zhang may not be stronger than him before he takes that step.

In today's world, there are only two or three people who can compete with them in martial arts...

"Before the first battle in Dingyang City, Lu Chen, who was hidden in an illusion, once appeared outside the fortress. It seems that he didn't want me to intervene... Then Yang Prison has only practiced for thirty or thirty years, and he has practiced like this. Could it be that Lu Chen is behind him?"

"Maybe it's not too big. If he studied under Lu Chen, he wouldn't be forced by the old lady Liansheng to be promoted to the Martial Saint and cut his own way..."

"If his life is not long, then let him go, but now..."

"kill?"

"kill!"

Even though the killing intent was burning in their hearts, there was nothing derogatory in the mouths of several people. A few words from one person had eliminated the previous tensions and unified opinions.

Before this, similar quarrels had been repeated many times, and it was the shortest.

I still remember in the past, outside the northwest city, he was instructed by this old man, so let me take the first step...

Stepping out one step, Lao Qi's figure has disappeared in the wind and snow.

"In the past years, I couldn't fight Xuanba to the death. I regret it to this day."

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And after he left, on the star-receiving stage, silhouettes appeared like ghosts, tall or short, male or female...

"Not being able to personally kill Henry Zhang is my deepest regret, Lao Qi is unwilling, just let him go...

"It's just that the way is ahead, there must be no mistakes, and due preparations cannot be avoided."

After a short silence, the old demon looked at his past lives and calmly said a few names.

Dayan Mountain, Qiankun Cave, and Bibo Hantan, these three places should be visited in person. As for other places...

A figure nodded and left one after another.

Not long after, on the Yingxing stage, there were only the old demon and the six-generation old demon who died once and never regained his breath.

"In the civil strife, Li Yuan won't have spare power until he can't kill Hong Ri, but Lu Chen's office must not be missed.

The sixth-generation old demon said solemnly: "Besides, Wang Muzhi has been trapped in Shuiyunguan for many years, so he must be guarded... The last time Lu Chen came here, this seat has not recovered his meritorious deeds, so he has to retreat, this time, if he comes again , then you have to see the means of this Martial Chancellor.”

While speaking, the old demon sat in the snow again: "As for Wang Muzhi, he will not leave the customs unless he wants Xu Wenji to die immediately.

"...The master of supernatural powers who caused the severe drought in Yanchuanping for six years, other people can't hold it, you go and smash his bones and ashes to sacrifice the cattle, horses and clansmen who died in vain on my grassland!"

There was no response, and the figure had disappeared.

"Yang Prison, Yang Prison..."

In the snowstorm, the old demon of Montenegro slowly closed his eyes, but it didn't take long before he opened it again. Under the tower, someone came in a hurry, sweating on his forehead, and his expression was frightened and uneasy.

"My lord, something is wrong, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, he, he escaped!"

The old man was terrified.

But unexpectedly, the old demon in the snow was very calm, not only not angry, but also had a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He lowered his eyes and looked at it, under the sympathy of qi and machine, not long after, he saw Emperor Qianheng fleeing in embarrassment surrounded by a group of eunuchs.

The father of the tiger, the son of the dog, the grandson of the cricket, it is ridiculous that Zhang Yuanzhu is a hero, but he has such descendants...

Shaking his head slightly, the old demon looked at the person who was reporting, and instructed lightly:

"Lead eight thousand wolves to ride, and send off this Emperor of the Ming Dynasty..."

"Wolf, wolf riding?!" The visitor was almost stunned.

According to legend, the wolf cavalry is the most elite cavalry under the command of the Seven Killing Kings. It is the guardian of the grasslands, the master of the Seven Killing Shrine, and the Lord of Montenegro was fed by the eight thousand tiger-wolf Great Pill refined from Taisui's demon meat.

"It's time to raise your soldiers for a thousand days. It's time to come out and move." The old demon waved his hand, thought about it, but added, "Don't kill him."

The biting cold wind blows the goose feather heavy snow, which is cold enough to kill a bear.

But Emperor Qianheng, who was walking through the half-human-high snow, felt a burning heat in his heart.

Eight years!

Three thousand days and nights!

It has been eight years since the emperor of the world's largest country became a laborer in a bitter and cold place outside the Great Wall.

Three thousand days and nights of suffering, he has been waiting. Waiting for the courtiers, waiting for the prince...until this time.

"Your Majesty, hurry up!"

Rumors of hoarseness or sharpness came from far away in the wind and snow, and then, one after another, figures dressed like him fled in all directions.

Your Majesty, Respect

A white and beardless old man, with tears in his eyes, draped the clothes with his breath on his body, knelt down and prostrated many times, and hurried away.

Looking at all this blankly, Emperor Qianheng couldn't help but feel a lot of sourness.

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"Your Majesty, you can't be distracted. If you don't enter the gate, you may encounter danger at any time."

Wang Xi snorted, breathing quickly.

For this day, he had waited for eight years. He was dormant outside the Great Wall, pretending to be a laborer, and it took eight years before and after to find this opportunity. At this moment, his energy was extremely tense.

Even ignoring the distinction between monarchs and ministers, with one drag, Emperor Qianheng was almost overthrown to the ground.

"…Walk!"

Emperor Qianheng's face was gloomy, but he didn't say anything. He just gritted his teeth and ran in the wind and snow, heading towards Shuiyunguan.

"Shuiyun Pass, the army of Shence is in Shuiyun Pass, and the few courtiers are also there, just go back, just go back..."

After eight years of torment, Emperor Qianheng was skinny and fleshless, his qi and blood plummeted, but his spirit was far stronger than ever.

Under the cover of many eunuchs, he ran back and forth for more than 20 days, and finally, when his strength was about to run out, he broke through the heavy pursuit and came to Shuiyun Pass!

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a low-pitched drumbeat was heard.

boom!

This is not the drumbeat.

This is Wang Xi's face suddenly pale.

A black line that spreads for an unknown number of miles spreads out from behind, and what follows is a hurricane and a tsunami, pouring down like a boundless sea of ​​thunder, the sound of galloping horses!

"Wolf Ride!"

Feeling the overwhelming killing energy and blood, Emperor Qianheng's heart trembled, and his body, which had no strength, suddenly pushed Wang Xi away.

Running towards the closed Shuiyunguan.

"Xu Wenji! The few people are here, don't open the door quickly!"

"Open the door!"

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