The First Cause of All Realms

As soon as this question came up, the old man slapped his paws straight away, gasping for breath when he was frightened by his brat's audacity.

"you…"

"Didn't the banshee say that the heavens have collapsed after the immortals and demons have left? If so, what are we afraid of?"

Yang Yu's eyes were very bright.

The immortals and demons are far away, the tide has not yet arrived, and the sky and sea world that has not yet recovered, it is very likely that there are only the two of them. What a great fortune is this?

Divine way is like human way, it can be promoted from low to high. The old man is not talented in cultivation, but this way, can't he?

One must know that at this moment, there might not be a second land **** in the Sky Sea Realm!

"That…"

The old man opened his mouth, but still lowered his head slumpedly: "I dare not, I dare not..."

He was a prison guard in a small city, and he would tremble even when he saw the county magistrate, and almost kneel when he saw the county magistrate. He wanted to ask, but he always felt that the words were too hot to speak.

Yang Jue felt sorry for his wrist, rather hating his father for not becoming a gangster:

"Just ask, how bad can it be?"

"Then, just ask?"

The old man hesitated for a long time before asking quickly and vaguely:

"Earth God, can you be promoted to Heavenly Emperor?"

Click!

The stone donkey was split.

Literally, it seemed to be cut open by a sharp magic soldier, and fell to the ground with two 'clicks', motionless.

Yang prison: "..."

Old man: "..."

…

…

Stone donkey, really cracked.

The old man was very angry, and squatted alone on the high platform of the Earth Temple trying to find a way, but he couldn't get a response for three or four days, and he was very anxious.

Yang Qiu felt that he was wronged, and he didn't dare to show his face in front of the old man for several days...

Of course, it may also be sorting out the harvest.

This fairyland is not very big, with the earth temple as the center, the radius is only three hundred miles, and there are only seven or eight villages and a small city.

Within a few days, Yang Jue had already got everything he could get his hands on, and then began to count the harvest.

First, there is the empty valley stone.

There are a lot of odds and ends in this empty valley stone, and there is also a streamer refined with human essence and blood, which is not very useful. Other than that, there are medicinal materials, ores, and monster materials.

Finally, there is the dao fruit hidden in it, which is inconspicuous and shaped like a rock.

hum~

Grasping the Dao fruit lightly, Yang Jue sensed it carefully, and the corresponding words emerged in the cauldron of gluttony.

【Ten Capital Level Night Touring God (God)】

[The **** of patrolling at night, can escape from yin and yang, and can travel to and from the nether world of the world of mortals]

【God Seed: Night Walk】

【ceremony…】

【Can be promoted...】

【Hold it and you can enter Tianhai (you can't enter until the ceremony is completed, Tianhai has not recovered)】

[Preconditions: Human, Confucian scholar, official air, wretched, short-lived]

"No wonder those two mantid are bothering..."

Yang Ju shook his head heartily.

The conditions for recognizing the owner of this Dao Fruit can be said to be extremely low, but even with this condition, neither of the two mantids can satisfy it.

And if they want to water it with human blood, that will definitely not work.

It is possible to change the conditions for Daoguo to recognize the master, but it is not something two little demons can do.

"It's useless to me, maybe I can exchange it for some money and medicine for the big boss."

Although it is useless to him to bring the Dao Fruit into the mustard space, how high is the value of the Dao Fruit?

As for the low threshold for recognizing the owner of this Dao Fruit, this is not a shortcoming, on the contrary, it will greatly increase its value.

After sorting out all the income, Yang Jue began to smelt the 'empty valley stone' into his body. The mustard space transformed by this strange stone had a great effect on him.

Not to mention its wonderful use against the enemy, just the ability to store things is invaluable.

call!

Open your eyes again, the empty valley stone has turned into dust and dispersed

With a flick of his sleeve, Yang Ju put all the miscellaneous things into the mustard space, which was twice as large, and then began to read the scrolls he had borrowed from a big family in the city.

It is said that the poor are rich in literature and martial arts. In fact, the poor have little chance to learn to read and write. On the contrary, it is easier to do simple fists and kicks.

Those who have a library and a collection of books are all big households.

"It turns out that there is no such thing as martial arts practice these days. No wonder those two little monsters were so shocked when they saw that I didn't perform Taoism..."

Putting down the last book, Yang Jue couldn't help feeling emotional. After reading these books, he had a certain understanding of the era in which fairyland and illusion existed.

One of the most obvious points is that the immortals, demons, gods and Buddhas are not as elusive as the later generations. On the contrary, many gods and Buddhas have dojos, and even open their gates to accept disciples.

Anyone who worships under the door, even if it is not good enough, can also get a Taoism, and if the talent is good, they can even get the seed of expressing the spirit and cultivate supernatural powers.

Therefore, martial arts or something almost does not exist.

Because, the martial arts practiced by Jiazi is not as good as the instant improvement given by the **** seed.

The supernatural powers of this era are not as scarce as in the later generations, and there are many sharp offensive ones. Without the cultivation of amazing talents and stunning people, martial arts is doomed to fail.

"Zongdi golden light, **** the earth into steel, innate grasping, whipping mountains and moving stones, six armored gates, drawing rivers to form land, flying to support traces, diving into the abyss and shrinking the earth..."

Talking about the world-famous supernatural power recorded in the book, Yang Jue couldn't help yearning for it, but it's a pity...

After sorting out all the harvest, Yang Qiang left the restaurant and went to the Earth Temple.

In the earth temple, the old man has been able to drive the divine power of the earth, and the two mud arms can move, and he is bonding the split stone donkeys together. He seems to have studied it for a long time.

After a while of tinkering, the stone donkey was actually glued together.

"Grandpa..."

"stop!"

Before Yang Qian could speak, the old man interrupted with a look of wariness, holding the stone donkey tightly in the palm of his hand:

"You still want to ask?!"

"Well…"

Yang Jue was a little embarrassed, but seeing the old man's state, he had no choice but to give up and said with a smile:

"Don't ask! Let's go..."

"How about you ask one more question?"

The old man opened his hand hesitantly, and worried: "No, don't crack it again."

"No, no."

Yang Jue waved his hand. Having learned his lesson, he naturally stopped asking those irrelevant questions. After pondering, he said:

"Where is the divine position of Granny Land?"

"Landmaid?"

The old man also woke up suddenly, but he was a little worried: "Your mother-in-law's body can't stand the torment..."

"You have Dao fruit and **** position, but mother-in-law has nothing..."

Before Yang prison could finish his sentence, the old man asked the answer.

"Refining the **** of the land can evolve the **** of the land woman."

Hearing this sentence, Yang Qiu had no doubts:

"Let's go!"

boom!

With the thought of the old man, the light and shadow in front of his eyes immediately shattered, a powerful force directly dragged him to a very high place, and the fairyland illusion also dissipated.

call!

In an instant, Yang Ju's spirit was highly concentrated, and in a trance, he seemed to see the sun hanging high, and an indescribably huge monster lay across the place he could see.

Endless rays of light surrounded the void around him, and the place he was flying to at this time was just a stream of light.

"These streamers, are they all..."

…

…

huh~

The cold wind in early spring blows over the mass graves, rolling up patches of dust and dry grass.

In front of a large area of ​​new graves, Gongyang Jing fell to the ground and cried, tears streaming down his face. It took him a full three days to collect all the bones of his family members who were discarded in the mass graves.

"Father, mother, Li'er... rest in peace."

After a long time, Gongyang Jing got up, he got up slowly, wiped away his tears and was about to leave, when he turned around, he found two people standing not far away.

"Master!"

Gong Yangjing's heart sank, but before he opened his posture, a palm had already landed on his shoulder, and it took only a moment, his inner breath, blood and energy had been blocked.

"Head of Ping An Escort Bureau, Gongyang Jing?"

A gloomy and indifferent voice came. The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with a cold face. He was eight feet tall, with a well-proportioned and slender body.

A treasured knife was slung around his waist.

"Wei Tao of a certain family, you have probably heard of our name, or maybe you haven't, but it doesn't matter."

The middle-aged man stood with his hands down, his cold eyes like lightning:

"Four days ago, Yang Qiu showed up here, killed six people with heavy hands, and saved you, didn't he?"

Wei Tao?

Gongyang Jing's pupils shrank. He had heard of this person's name before. The chief arrester of the six sects of Yunzhou.

What does he want?

"answer me!"

There was a cold reprimand.

Gongyang Jing remained silent, even though the palm on his shoulder almost crushed his shoulder bone, he didn't say a word.

"Oh! It's still a tough one."

Wei Tao snorted coldly, took out a wanted warrant from his arms with his loosened hand, shook it, and said:

"You don't have any news, you probably don't know about it yet! This Yang prison killed Nie Wendong, the Governor of Qingzhou, in the street of Deyang Mansion a few months ago, and has been wanted by the court!"

"What?"

Gong Yangjing was shocked, he really didn't know this, he glanced at the arrest warrant, there was indeed a large stamp of six doors on it.

It's true, Yang Qiu actually killed the governor, and he was still Ling Chi in the street, this is a great crime!

But so what?

He gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"You know, hiding a thief is a felony!"

Wei Tao glanced coldly:

"I know that he saved your life, but he has committed too many crimes. Are you really not going to tell me?"

"Don't say I don't know, even if I know..."

Gongyang Jing was silent for a moment, then spoke with a hoarse voice:

"Master Wei is going to threaten a lonely ghost who has killed his whole family to confess his benefactor who avenged him? If you were me, would you do it?"

"What bothers me the most is you Jianghu people..."

Hearing these words, Wei Tao immediately knew that he would not ask any more questions, and motioned to the other two to take him down, then turned and walked towards the forest.

"My lord ~www.NovelMTL.com~ will you be sentenced?"

A headhunter inquired.

"The last fart!"

Wei Tao slapped him backhand:

"You still want to bully the whole family after someone dies? Is it a person? What kind of punishment? Keep an eye on him and don't let him tip off the news!"

Huhuhu~

While the two were talking, several hunters came leading the mastiff, and one of them bowed and said, "My lord, some hunters saw white cranes flying into the mountains, did they search the mountains?"

"Search!"

Wei Tao waved his sleeves:

"Be more energetic, and make sure you don't let other states take the lead! Before Duan Shen catches you, you must find out the whereabouts of this person. Whether I can enter the headquarters depends on this experience!"

"yes!"