The First Cause of All Realms

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call!

suck!

On the dragon head, Yang Jue sat quietly and adjusted his breath, his mind returned to the dark place.

The cauldron of gluttony is still turning slowly, and the process of complementing itself is not over yet.

The cauldron of gluttony at this moment seems to be more complete than before, but because of the arrival of the cauldron's cover, it made him see the reality.

Compared with the body and lid of the tripod, the three legs and two ears of the Gluttony tripod seem illusory and ethereal.

call!

With a thought, Yang Jue's eyes fell on the tripod wall.

【Yang Prison】

【Martial Saint】

[Fate: Kuixing kicks and fights, dominates (stepping on the seven stars, you can see your fate)]

【Number of Fate: Ten Purples, Two Reds】

[Extreme Kui Ruo Ming (Lavish Purple), Nine Bulls and Two Tigers (Lavish Purple), Financial Body Refining (Lavish Purple), Visitors from Extraterrestrial Space (Lavish Purple), Natural Martial Arts (Lavish Purple), Heavenly Wizards (Lavish Purple) ,

Martial Saint Achievement (Lavish Purple), Seventh Fixed Root Method (Lavish Purple), Returning to the Other Body (Lavish Purple), Immutable Mountains (Lavish Purple),

King Kong is not bad (dark red), fortune is added (light red),]

[Status: Minor injury]

Twelve lives, ten purples and two reds!

After being promoted to Martial Saint for more than five years, Yang Yu's transformation has finally been completed, and the upper limit of his number of lives has broken through to twelve in one fell swoop!

Except for the last two red fates, he can fulfill the purple fate!

In the past five years, he has advanced by leaps and bounds, not only the huge feedback from refining the Sacrifice Seal, but also benefited from his fate.

Twelve lives have really surpassed his peerless genius younger brother, but the quality of the number of lives is slightly inferior.

Thinking of his little brother, Yang Qiu also had to shake his head. There is indeed no comparison between people.

Ordinary people, if they were not born into a wealthy family, would have at most one or two white breaths, but he was born with a life number of ten purples and a life of deep purple.

After Tongyou was promoted to the second level, he already had the ability to merge fates, but he stopped at Lianzi, unable to synthesize higher-level fates.

And according to what he saw from the mirage, Yang Ni's slight appearance when he synthesized his fate, it can be deduced that one deep purple life is comparable to nine light purple lives.

Moreover, the destiny of birth is even better than the destiny of Zitian after tomorrow...

"Three layers of Tongyou, can be synthesized into the life of deep purple..."

Yang prison said to himself.

[Di Kuixing... Rubbing...]

【Rubbing in progress......】

Dikuixing is still in the process of rubbing, and the last step of Jidao Kuixing's promotion has not yet been satisfied.

"Ten Capitals, Ten Capitals..."

There were ripples in Yang Ju's heart.

He is not Zhang Xuanba, martial arts, he wants to take it, and he will not give up on the road of immortality and Buddha.

A lifespan of 200 years is the limit of a human being, whether it is an ordinary person or a martial sage, a lifespan of 200 years is extremely difficult to surpass.

The path to immortality and Buddha is the real path to longevity.

besides......

【Martial Arts Progress: Martial Saint】

[Supernatural powers: Shidu Level: Tongyou (Second Level), Shaking the Earth (Second Level, Ten Dragons and Ten Elephants), Lifting the Body of the Sky (First Level), Melting Gold Body Refining (Second Level)... ...]

[Thaumaturgy: Eighty-Nine Profound Art (Peak of One Transformation)...]

[Superior Martial Arts: Yuanchu Zhengang (Tenth Grade), Yuanci Zhenshen Jue (Tenth Grade), Heavenly Will Four Images (including Fist and Arrow) (Eleventh Grade), Tyrannical Fist...]

【Moderate Martial Arts:...】

【The lower martial art:...】

[Taoism: Return to the Other Body (Ninth Grade), Inviolate a Hundred Soldiers (Ninth Grade), Palm Lightning (Sixth Grade), Replace Death (Ninth Grade)...]

【Mantra: One】

[Magic weapon: human race bag, golden scissors, clear water and cold pool map...]

[Magic Artifact:  …]

limit!

Looking at the words flowing down like a waterfall, Yang Jue felt calm in his heart.

After more than 30 years of practice, he is almost at the peak of martial arts, and there is very little room for improvement.

Without the proof of the predecessors, even if he has the life of ten purples at this moment, and his martial luck has increased, he will never be able to do so again.

Advance by leaps and bounds as before.

In contrast, his various supernatural powers mostly stop at the first and second levels.

"Extremely powerful star..."

buzz~

In the heart sea, there are ripples, strands of smoke gather here, and gradually, light and shadow intertwine.

If Lord Long of the North Sea is here, it can be seen that in this light and shadow, it is exactly what happened in the mirage.

Yang Yu is analyzing the mirage.

In other words, it was the twelve years that Yang Ni experienced in analyzing the mirage.

Supernatural powers are indeed the way.

This point, whether it is him at this time or Henry Zhang once had to admit it.

Compared with martial arts, supernatural powers, or mantra, there is something that the former cannot compare to.

That is, unreasonable, beyond the cognition of ordinary people.

For example, Mirage.

It's just a mantra, and the illusion it outlines is almost like reality. All kinds of it are not only what he has experienced, but also what he has never experienced.

It really seems to be another, parallel world.

This kind of mighty power, until now, Yang Qiu has no way to fathom or understand it.

but......

"Twelve years..."

All kinds of lights and shadows circulated at high speed in the sea of ​​mind, Yang Juan paid attention to everything, watching and analyzing bit by bit.

He contemplated and tried to figure it out. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that if he was put in another position, he might not be the same.

"Different encounters will indeed create different selves..."

Yang Jue sighed slightly in his heart.

Thinking back to those years, if he hadn't met the old man at the time of desperation, he might not have been Yang Jian, but he might have really turned into Yang Ni.

Watching quietly, Yang Yu was highly concentrated.

In the almost real mirage, Yang Ni struggled to survive, and because of the strength of the Dragon Lord of the North Sea, he was almost an enemy in the world.

Since Heishan City, he has fought through Longyuan and the world all the way, and has fought to the death with almost all the masters in the world...

The hardships and difficulties involved are self-evident.

As far as Yang Yu is concerned, Yang Ni's experience in this mirage is also extremely precious.

The mirage is almost like the real world, so it has a great reference for him.

For example, he killed Black Mountain seven times, Fanruyi second, Mu Qingliu...

For example, after he was promoted to the Ten Capitals and the Third Level of Tongyou, his understanding and exploration of this supernatural power...

For twelve years, Yang Ni exhausted all his energy, gathered the lives of all living beings, and condensed twelve deep purple lives!

Really surpassed my younger brother Yang Jian!

call!

suck!

The long breathing sound echoed from above the dragon's head.

Yang Ju closed his eyes and sat quietly, his eyes flickering violently. In the mirage, Yang Ni's 12 years of fighting, experience, exploration, thinking, gains, thoughts...

All of them gathered in his heart, and they were absorbed by him one by one amidst unstoppable churning and collision...

······

 …

Hoo~

The severe cold wind blows the goose feathers and heavy snow, dyeing the world white.

Although the New Year has passed, the severe cold outside the Great Wall is still dissipating. Although there are aftermath, the cold is still there, and it is difficult for humans and animals to resist.

"call!"

Pushing open the courtyard door, the cold wind came in with snowflakes, blowing Huang Sixiang's clothes.

Outside the courtyard gate, in the wind and snow, a middle-aged swordsman was standing there quietly. Seeing Huang Sixiang push the door out, his eyes lit up:

"Master, have you made a breakthrough?!"

"It's just a small breakthrough, not worth mentioning."

Stretching out his hand to touch the wind and snow, Huang Sixiang sighed lightly:

"The mystery of the entrance is something that no fool can touch. I'm afraid I won't be able to touch the realm of a great master in this life..."

Looking at the wind and snow, Huang Sixiang felt turmoil in his heart.

Famous at a young age, only forty years old, he was in charge of Jinyiwei in Yunzhou, and he held a high position. At that time, he only thought that he was a master, and the realm of a great master was at his fingertips. Even if he was a martial saint, he might not be unable to touch it.

However, the reality is too cruel.

In the next fifty years, he had exhausted everything, but he had only crossed the furnace. Even though all the veins are connected, he understands that if there is no great opportunity and a hole in the entrance, it is almost impossible to open it.

Thinking about that kid again, his heart became extremely complicated...

"Master, you will definitely be able to break through the entrance..."

Glancing at his disciples, Huang Sixiang didn't want to mention this matter, and asked:

"Where is the boss?"

"My lord hosted a banquet in the hall for the two generals Wei and Lin, as if preparing to deal with the invasion from beyond the Great Wall in the coming year."

The middle-aged swordsman bowed slightly.

"Is it coming again?"

Huang Sixiang sighed, but he didn't know what to do, and his figure had disappeared outside the small courtyard.

After several ups and downs, they have come to the front hall of the mansion.

At this time, the banquet in the hall has come to an end, most of the guests have dispersed, only Wei Zhengxian and Lin Qitian have not left yet.

On the seat, Xu Wenji was getting older and older, his back that was originally straight had become hunched, and he couldn't stop coughing while speaking.

"My lord, Brother Wei, Brother Lin..."

Huang Sixiang saluted one by one, and several people in the hall returned their salutes one after another.

"The wind and snow outside the Great Wall are getting bigger and bigger, and the temperature is dropping more and more. In at most 20 or 30 years, ordinary people will no longer be able to survive..."

Xu Wenji got up slowly ~www.novelmt.com~ walked to the front of the hall, looking at the white sky:

"This is a great change that has never been seen in ancient times. The King of the Seven Killers follows the weather and gathers the luck of people. If he breaks through, he will never leave..."

"The spies have come to report that the eight tribes of the Sirius have become unified. Millions of capable fighters have all abandoned their residences and gathered towards the Seven Killing King City. I'm afraid they are all waiting for this storm to pass..."

Wei Zhengxian looked solemn:

"If it wasn't for the birth of that square inch fairy mountain, which attracted the gathering of masters from all over the world, this battle might have erupted three years earlier!"

"Using one land to contend against the power of one country, there is no chance of winning this battle..."

Lin Qitian sighed:

"Xue Dilong controlled the government and fought with the Song family in Lingnan and Pingxiguanqi for more than ten years. Ding'an Li Chuang and Dongyue Canghai City were all recruiting and sharpening their soldiers...

My lord is counting on them, I'm afraid they can't count on them, as for the Northwest Road..."

"Northwest Road is rich in gold, iron and horses. It has always been a battleground for military strategists. There have been no wars on the border these years.

Firstly, it was because the King of the Seven Killers wanted to integrate Sirius and sharpen his soldiers; secondly, it was also because it was the Northwest King who was overbearing for a while, just like the old prince..."

Wei Zhengxian interrupted him and looked at Xu Wenji:

"Wei has spies lurking in the Seven Kills City, and they found out the secret. The Seven Killers have contacted experts from all directions over the years, intending to besiege and kill the Northwest King...

In this year, the soldiers outside the Great Wall are raising horses, I am afraid that it will be the siege..."

Before he finished speaking, Wei Zhengxian's expression suddenly changed, he turned his head abruptly, and his pupils couldn't help shrinking.

A group of people looked around and saw a huge dragon winding towards the sky amidst the wind and snow.

Above the dragon's head, there seems to be someone sitting cross-legged, wearing black clothes.

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