The First Cause of All Realms

Longquan Emperor Calendar, 1086, Yinggan Shouxin appeared in the world, the world shook, clouds rose from all directions, and the undercurrent was raging.

In the same year, Nanling, the newly-promoted master of the ten capitals, spanned thousands of ranks and ranked ninth on the Juyun Gold List, attracting much attention.

In the same year, the seventeen gates headed by the Four Great Sacred Lands each sent patrol envoys to collect information about the world.

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In the same year, in the Qianyuan Dynasty of Nanling, in the city of Qianshan Prefecture, a newly cast statue was moved into a new temple character.

The temple has no name yet, and the **** has not yet been named.

call!

Under the night, there seemed to be a cold wave, let alone the Yuanben in his sleep, or the three-legged little toad with the body of a magic weapon, he couldn't help but hesitated.

Yang Yu's eyelids drooped.

Yang Ju turned around, flicked his sleeves and put the little toad into his sleeves.

This kid who slipped out of my sleeve robe, lay on the body of this man, rubbing your cheeks, weeping uncontrollably.

I was still holding a wine bottle in my hand, and I took a big gulp in satisfaction before yelling:

As he bowed with the incense, Yang Jue saw a light but pure stream of incense drifting up and submerging into the statue.

The little toad squinted, full of suspicion:

Xu, the big guy, had seen his family worship God before he was alive, so he accepted it in a dignified manner, and bowed down Weiwei.

What the little toad said was right, I really wanted to kill him.

What surprised me was not the Dao Fruit of the Blood Pond, but the last comment, the previous Cauldron of Gluttony, did not show anything like this.

In addition, there is this dragon statue hanging on the only clean wall.

Little Toad's emotions came and went quickly, the first half of the sentence was still contemptuous, but the second half of the sentence jumped up, with an extremely excited expression:

Thunder exploded in the sky, dark clouds covered eight small moons, and the sky was full of stars.

The woman reached for my pant leg and begged:

When I looked in, I saw this figure jumping out from the wall.

hum~

The Wantao River is a branch of the Cangjiang River, and the dragon sons in it have lived for thousands of years, protecting the land with a radius of hundreds of miles around Qianshan City.

But this is different.

My old lady is a happy man, relying on his kindness, how can he serve the dragon god!"

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This is not the first time he has seen this kind of scene. In Deyang Mansion when Hanba was born, many victims of the disaster were starved to death and had to change their sons to eat.

This old woman poisoned her whole family including yourself. You died peacefully, holding the dead body of your child.

Li Xiao raised his hand and pushed it, his eyes rounded with anger:

The old woman lowered her head, and the foot of the tree was covered with blood.

Walking to a certain alley, Xiao Li knocked heavily on the door:

There is no curfew in Xingshan City, but at night when the heavy rain is approaching, there are pedestrians in the streets and alleys.

When disaster strikes, you should bear the brunt!

Yang Ju waved his hand, and the little ghost turned into a cloud of mist and entered my sleeve.

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Yang prison has an expression on his face.

While cursing, the courtyard door was flung open, and a somewhat charming middle-aged woman, dressed neatly and cursing angrily:

Yang Qiu seemed to have gained something, but his heart was full of turmoil, he just looked at this ghost baby who was bowing down.

Originally, I wanted to try to refine the Ten Thousand Immortals Catalog again at night, but I was in the mood to sort out the information about the natal magic weapon.

Compared to Shan Hai, the baby that was transformed into a little ghost, that, perhaps, is the real...

The little toad came back to his senses. It turned the little mung bean's eyes, picked up a stick of burning incense and handed it to the big guy.

It's just a ray of incense added to the body. Even though the sculpture is so vivid, it can still be seen at a glance that the statue is lively and dull, and it loses a little bit of agility in an instant.

Thorn~

Before, a stream of red blood suddenly oozed from the clean wall, and finally, a dark red bead of blood hit the palm of my hand.

Amidst the loud curses, the woman reeking of alcohol was thrown out of the wine cellar. In the dark of night, I writhed a few times and stood up unsteadily.

is wrong

Yang Ju stretched out his hand and tore off the dragon statue.

Kathi!

The rank is improving.

Broken bowls and chopsticks, an overturned table, and seven corpses, one old, seven older and one younger, who were foaming at the mouth...

Then, I clasped the blood pond dao fruit with my backhand, raised my eyebrows and looked at the man in white standing on the wall in the rainy night:

Like a dead tree in spring, also like the finishing touch.

Dragon son, gluttony!"

When Yang Jue thought about it, Gao Gao called for help from his feet.

But I think it's human.

Yang Ju shook his head heartily, watching the little ghost's body fade, bowing to him at the very beginning, and disappearing into nothingness.

The voice of resentment disappeared in a flash. Yang Juan was even interested in taking in his soul, and with a simple finger, his blood energy had already dispelled it.

Yang Jue lifted his foot, landed on it, and stomped out the last ray of energy of the woman. I knew that the woman was going to die when I came.

This woman is not a bad one~www.novelmt.com~ She jumped down and hit her. This Li Xiaohe was so dizzy, who was his opponent, his face was covered in blood.

The little toad looked away. It only felt that under the calm, there seemed to be endless dangers surging, and faintly, it felt its hairs stand on end.

The two of them huddled together, and somehow they broke up again, shouting.

That's what Yang Ju saw when he walked out of the compound.

But, just for a moment, the cold snap disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

Prison Yang corrected it:

The child curled up in his arms.

The old woman couldn't help coughing, and quickly covered it, but still spread the word.

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows.

The little ghost was only a two or three-year-old child before his death, but after his death he was also ignorant and wobbled when he stood up.

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