The First Cause of All Realms

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Hot blood blew into the main hall, causing a large stream of light ripples inside, like the wind blowing the sea.

Stepping into this place one step at a time, Yang Prison only felt as if he had stepped into the deep sea, and invisible pressure poured in from all directions, as if it was violently repelling his entry.

"North Sea Dragon Lord?"

Yang Yu raised his eyes and saw the Confucian scholar on the throne, his heart moved slightly.

Many years ago, when he was refining 'Shanjun's neck skin', he once visited a strange place called Sanxian Island in that fantasy.

There, he saw a real dragon rising into the sky, roaring sadly in the interweaving of thunder and lightning, and asked Cun Shen to know.

That real dragon seems to be the Dragon Lord of the East China Sea from the ancient world...

"Oh~"

In the light laughter of unknown meaning, the entire Crystal Palace seemed to be in a burst, and heavy water waves appeared in the void, as if to stop Yang Yu's progress.

hum~

Substantial streamers bloomed from the feet of Yang Prison, and the red-gold light was blazing, rubbing and colliding with the ubiquitous water ripples.

The terrifying pressure spread along with it, and everyone in the hall felt like they were falling into the deep sea and couldn't breathe well.

"Who is this person?!"

Looking at the swordsman in Xuanfu who paced into the main hall, Su Ding's face was shaking.

The **** Buddha branded on the top of his head was irresistibly glowing with brilliance, but he was still oppressed by these two energy and almost vomited blood.

His heart was astounded to the limit, and he didn't feel the slightest breath of Shidu from the person who came.

Why is it so terrifying? !

"King of the Northwest!"

Compared to Lv Gu and Su Ding's astonishment, Jiang Xiazi had already recognized the person the moment he heard his voice.

At the same time as my heart was relieved, I couldn't help but feel a little inexplicable anxiety...

"Yang Prison!"

The three people in Wanfa Building were horrified, but the people in Longyuan Palace couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The anxiety and anxiety suddenly calmed down.

It seems that the figure of the coming person has the power to calm people's hearts.

Above the throne, there was a crisp sound of 'da da'.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar who calls himself "Dragon Lord of the North Sea" tapped on the armrest lightly, and there seemed to be a strange look in his indifferent eyes:

"Who are you?"

His expression was flat, and the aftermath in the hall subsided when he spoke, but an indescribable aura dissipated, but the hearts of everyone were chilled, as if their souls had been stunned, and they stood in place again.

"Longwei. Error-free update@"

Yang Yu's eyes moved.

This is Longwei, but the Flood Dragon outside is completely two concepts. At this moment, he felt that his own martial arts will was impacted.

But that's about it.

His martial arts will is on the path of Henry Zhang, and his will has changed from the beginning when he became a martial arts saint.

If he compares his martial dao will to the fog, the muscles, skin, bones, viscera, and marrow that have been refined successively are now like a rock.

Even if the dragon's might is rolling in like a tidal wave, it will naturally stay still. "

Long Jun, he is..."

Yang Yu hadn't answered yet, but after his qi calmed down, Su Ding, who was gasping for breath, had already guessed something:

"King of the Northwest, Yang Prison!"

Pressing his collapsed chest, Su Ding was extremely horrified.

During the few years he came to this world, he has always been looking for the historical sites that may be left in this world, but he is not ignorant of the experts in this world.

Naturally, he knew the illustrious name of this northwest king.

But he didn't care much at first.

In his opinion, compared to the Longquan Realm where the spiritual tide has recovered and the sky has changed for many years, the so-called masters in this realm are only equivalent to some loose cultivators without inheritance.

As for the so-called martial artist, he doesn't care much. If it is not a ten capital, it is a trail after all.

But now it seems...

Inside the hall, there are still aftermaths spreading, and everyone has different expressions, all of them are like a great enemy.

"Human King?"

Beihai Longjun Aotian seemed a little surprised, but his attitude was not. (This chapter is not over!)

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No change, but he spoke again:

"Come here uninvited, what are you doing?"

Under Long Wei, almost everyone in the hall was suffocated, only the old princess spoke with difficulty:

"Yang...Feng, Fengxian is here, right here..."

wow~

Yang took a step in front of the prison, Ru Chao Longwei was blocked by him for life, and he stretched out his hand to support the old princess.

This old woman was sweating like a pulp at the moment, as if she had just been pulled out of the water, and her body's blood and lifespan were also depleted.

However, the state of Nanshanba was much better than that of Nanshanba. After a burst of true qi passed over, he recovered.

"Yang is here to find someone."

Holding the old lady in one hand, while looking at the Crystal Palace, Yang Yu's eyes were also a little dignified.

This is not the first time he has seen an existence claiming to be an ancient immortal Buddha.

Comparable to the Thunder Lord, this one is obviously much stronger, and this Crystal Palace is a rare magic weapon.

Being in the middle will naturally be greatly oppressed, not only the golden Jiaojiao, but also the human seed bag will become silent.

Even, the connection to the secluded place has been restricted...

"Looking for someone?"

Beihai Longjun's eyes swirled around the crowd, and then fell on Yang Yu, thoughtfully:

"Yes, it turns out to be blood induction..."

With Yang Yuheng standing in front of him, Zhang Wen'an and the others also took their breath away.

"Longjun, I don't mean to offend, I just came here to find people, and I also ask Longjun to raise your hand..."

"Raise your hand high?"

The indifferent eyes seemed to fluctuate slightly, but contrary to everyone's expectations, he actually nodded:

"It's not impossible for people to take it away, but you have to help me..."

When he spoke, this Dragon Lord's eyes did not leave Yang Yu's left and right, and it seemed that he was the only one in his eyes.

"tell me the story."

Yang Yu did not agree or refuse. He was very curious about the dragon in front of him, or the so-called 'Dao ghost'.

He is very curious, what happened before the ancient times...

Beihai Longjun's eyes became deep: "Do you know how this monarch exists at this moment?"

"Daoist?"

Yang Yu looked at this Dragon Lord, and there was fear in his heart.

Comparing him with Aoyu, the Dragon Lord of the East China Sea that he met in the fantasy world, the more he looked at him, the more he felt very similar.

This Dragon Lord, I was afraid that he was not in the tenth rank before his death...

Dao ghost......

Yang Yu returned nonchalantly, but the others couldn't help but break into a cold sweat, especially the three people in Wanfa Building, their hearts almost jumped out. @ Essence\/Book Pavilion*First update~~

For these freaks who claim to be gods, Wanfalou and Longquan have different names, and Dao ghosts are from the mountains and seas.

However, whether Dao ghosts or others, these freaks are not happy, because they think they have survived the catastrophe and are still immortals, Buddhas, gods and demons...

"Dao ghost, Taoist ghost, it seems that it is not only this monarch who has survived the last calamity, yes, they will not only teach this method to me..."

Beihai Longjun lowered his eyes. He didn't seem to be angry, but was a little dazed. After a long time, he said:

"Have you ever seen other Dao ghosts?"

"I have seen one, who calls himself 'Leibu Zhengshen'."

Yang Prison didn't hide it, and even flicked out a wisp of Qi that he had captured from the Yin Lei Master.

During the five years he had captured the Lord of Yin Thunder, he would take out this ghost from time to time to play with it, but unfortunately, he didn't get much.

In other words, he himself does not know why he is still alive today.

"A little hairy god, how dare you call yourself the righteous **** of Leibu? I really don't know whether to live or die!"

Feeling the wisp of Qi, Beihai Longjun couldn't help but sneer, and then he didn't take it seriously:

"Dao ghost, Taoist ghost... Since you know the current state of this monarch, you must have some guesses about what this monarch wants you to do?"

"It's nothing more than the body of a fake later-generation supernatural master, asking for it through the body. (This chapter is not over!)

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Just live. "

Yang Yu replied calmly, but his heart was not calm.

This wave does not come from this dragon, but the back of this dragon...

In the Yinlei Lord, he actually didn't get much, but one can see the whole picture, such as him, the **** of hair who is not in the list of the right gods, has the spirit of the gods to this day.

Then, at the end of the ancient times when the catastrophe came, what about the existences that were mythical before the ancient times?

"good."

Beihai Longjun looked indifferent and cold:

"So, what's your answer?"

Hearing this, Yang Yu lowered his eyelids, but did not answer, but asked again:

"You call yourself the Dragon Lord of the North Sea, then Yang will assume you are... the Dragon Lord of the North Sea. Yang will ask you again, where is the person?"

call!

As his voice drifted, the surging qi and blood spread to the extreme.

In an instant, the temperature of the entire hall rose sharply, becoming hot and scorching hot.

"Such blood?!"

Su Ding's pupils contracted violently.

At this moment, his eyes seemed to be burned, and in a trance, he only felt that a big sun suddenly rose in front of him, and it was so blazing that it was unbelievable!

The power of a human being is sometimes poor, and it is not one of the ten capitals. Even if he possesses physical supernatural powers, his physique, qi and blood are still much inferior to those of the demon class.

But at this moment, the terrifying qi and blood bursting out of the people in front of him is even more terrifying than the ten monsters he has seen in the Wanfa Building!

The body is mortal, but it is already comparable to the gods and demons? !

"You don't seem to have achieved the ten capitals, but your breath is more tyrannical than most of the ten capitals, although I don't know what kind of luck you have achieved,

But in this era when the spiritual tide has not yet risen, he can be regarded as a master of the world.

pity......"

Looking at the yang qi and blood in the Crystal Palace, Beihai Longjun slowly got up and slowly walked down from the imperial steps, and the invisible power also moved with it.

"In my eyes, it's still just ants!"

hum...

Amidst the violent tremors of the Crystal Palace, the terrifying dragon might, like the most terrifying hurricane, descended on the hearts of everyone. UU reading www.uukanshu. com_o_m

In an instant, all the people in the main hall felt their minds shaking, and they seemed to have lost control of themselves, stumbled like drunk, and fell to the ground softly:

"Even if I lose my dragon body, my personality, my magical powers, my magic weapon..."

"Since you don't want your face, then..."

It seemed like nine days of thunder fell here, and in the midst of the earth-shattering explosion, Yang Yu stepped out in one step, as if the mountains were displaced, emptying thousands of hectares,

He stepped, raised his arms, spread his five fingers, and grabbed all the turbulent winds in the sky, and beat the blue-robed scholar above the imperial steps violently:

"Yang will help you, tear it down!"

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Chapter 821 Which is the **** and who is the ant?!