The First Cause of All Realms

Ka Ka Ka ~

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Muscles and bones rubbed, and the sound was like thunder.

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In an instant, his shriveled skin suddenly tensed and stretched, and his palms, arms, waist, span and legs instantly filled up, ballooning like a balloon.

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In the blink of an eye, it had already swelled into a dark-yellow body, nine feet tall, and a sturdy giant cast in copper and iron, exuding a strong and complete, domineering and ferocious aura.

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But where is half of the old age?

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The three elements are united, the spirit, energy and spirit are integrated into one furnace. The profound martial arts have always put possession first and hair as the last. It is as quiet as the earth and stable as the earth, and moves as violent as thunder.

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At this moment, the Dark Moon Dharma King stepped into the sky, moving like a thunder dragon, and the mighty aura seemed to freeze the battlefield outside the customs.

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One step, one palm out.

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The muscles that were half-red outside were like rolling mountains, and the blood and energy were like rolling magma. The five fingers pushed each other flat, and there was a long-lasting explosion sound between the heaven and the earth.

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Above the sky, the goshawk uttered a sharp chirping, and when viewed from above, it was spectacular, dark as ink, smearing the sky for several miles.

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Wherever its color comes, all colors fade away, and as far as the palm of the hand reaches, the corpses on the battlefield are dried up, and the blood and water are dried up.

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It seems that all the vitality has been plundered by the palm print!

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"Darkmoon Grand Mudra!"

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Fifth Jie's pupils shrank, and he warned loudly, but how could his voice match the speed of this palm?

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Almost at the moment when his voice was revealed, Yang Prison's clothes and hair were all thrown back, and the ubiquitous airflow, under the horizontal push of this palm, was like a real mountain.

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Hundreds of meters away, the bone-chilling chill was already freezing him in place.

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"Saint of Martial Dao!"

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Lu Qingting murmured in his heart, suddenly aware of the heat wave hitting his face, he suddenly turned his eyes, and felt like a big sun was blooming in front of him.

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Terrifying levels of light and heat erupted on the battlefield.

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This is the boiling blood energy, but it is not only pure blood energy, but also scorching electric light is drumming, passing, pushing, and burning.

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Without any hesitation, Yang Yu stretched out his arms, and when his fingers opened and closed, the power of ten dragons and ten elephants erupted to the utmost.

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The combination of lifting the sky and shaking the earth made up for the last shortcoming of his lack of horizontal training, and the ten dragons and ten elephants obtained from shaking the ground can already be used to the fullest.

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The body that lifts the sky, the power to shake the earth, superimpose in two directions, and raise the tyrannical fist together.

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Boom!

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In less than a thousandth of an instant, almost everyone felt that a strong light bloomed and the air surged into the sky. In an instant, there was no scene of the two fighting at all.

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A moment later, a loud noise exploded, accompanied by smoke billowing into the sky, such as Fifth Jie, Feng Junzi, Lu Qingting, Tantai Zhengfa and others just saw the moment when the two collided in the strong light.

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Ripples visible to the naked eye swayed from the sides of the two of them, setting off a monstrous wave, and the blood and energy spread out.

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boom!

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The fists and palms meet, like a sledgehammer beating a drum.

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Yang Yu only felt that the strength of this palm had gathered to an incredible level. Since the beginning of Yuan Ci, he has been able to bridge the surrounding area to release the strength. Often, the strength of other people's punches can be released by as much as seven percent.

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However, at this moment, the force was rolling like a tide, one wave after another, and it was impossible to vent at all!

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At this moment, he was more tyrannical than when he fought against Nie Longtian, but the big handprint in front of him had already surpassed his dragon-subduing palm.

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Crack!

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His feet trembled, the ground cracked, Yang Yu couldn't help leaning back, his spine rattled, and the boiling blood almost rushed out of the pores all over his body.

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However, he ate the punch alive, and even though his blood was surging, he was not injured at all.

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On the other hand, the Dharma King Darkmoon, who was nine feet tall and as large as a Buddha statue, took a step back, surprised and inconceivable!

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In a head-to-head confrontation, Wu Sheng was repelled!

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After the strong light, this scene happened to be captured by a group of masters, and for a time, everyone's expressions were horrified.

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It is different from the retreat of the old demon in Montenegro.

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Everyone present was from a major power, a major sect, and well-informed. How could they not know that outside the northwest city that day, Yang Prison was an old black mountain demon who had exchanged his life for his life and used the book of life and death to force him back.

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Although this move made him famous, it did not mean that he could compete with Martial Sage. In fact, he was slightly injured when he rescued Lin Daoren from Nie Longtian.

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But at this time…

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huh~

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Taking a step back, Dharma King Darkmoon was already standing a hundred feet away, his broad monk robe hunting and dancing wildly, a shadow flashed across his rough face.

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This punch reminded him of an unbearable past event many years ago.

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"Baquan? Divine Fist? Buddha throws elephants?

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In the sneering sound, the surging air wave was already knocked away by him, and the hundred zhang passed in an instant, and the extremely majestic qi, blood and true qi returned to the palm of his hand.

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Without the previous momentum, in Yang Yu's eyes, this palm was much more terrifying than before.

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In a trance, I only felt that behind the old monk, there was a shadow of a Vajra Buddha.

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His whole body is as black as ink, his fangs are turned out, his expression is indifferent and fierce, and the sight of it makes one's heart palpitate.

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This is true martial arts will!

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The cultivation of the Martial Saint lies in the combination of spirit, soul, mind, spirit, and essence. Only when the five types are combined is the true will of martial arts.

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At this point in the practice, the will can interfere with the subtle composition of the physical body, and externally, it can stimulate the mysterious qi machine between heaven and earth, and bless oneself, martial arts, and weapons.

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Reach a powerful realm that moves like the sky and the earth.

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At this step, he had felt it from the sloppy Taoist and the Taoist man. The old monk in front of him was naturally incomparable to the first two, but compared to Nie Longtian, he was far superior!

This is the true martial arts saint.

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hum!

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The air waves are emptied, like mountains colliding.

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Yang Yu's eyes narrowed, and he exerted his strength with his steps, and he rose into the sky with the sound of thunder and explosion, and instantly lifted ten meters into the air.

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"Want to escape?!"

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The Dark Moon Dharma King let out a laugh, and the palm print changed from a horizontal push to an upward one. Between the five fingers, the vomit turned into a swallow, like a dragon claw reaching up to grab the sky.

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The ferocity of its momentum caused a shock inside and outside the battlefield. No matter the distance, they all retreated crazily, daring not to stay in place.

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"It's not too reckless to know to escape..."

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Fifth Jie breathed a sigh of relief.

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A moment ago, he only thought that his little junior brother was so reckless that he dared to fight to the death of Martial Saint. Now, seeing him in the air, he thought of the boulder hanging from the sky before he stepped into the air.

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But before the thought flashed, the incredible scene made his expression freeze.

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Chong Chong Chong~

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Suddenly, there was another sound of war on the battlefield. Thousands of voices converged in an instant, as loud as thunder.

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A mouthful of remnant soldiers and arrows rioted as if they had been inspired, vacated at an extremely fast speed, and gathered towards Yang Prison.

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The movement was so loud that it immediately attracted the attention of countless people inside and outside the battlefield.

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This scene can be called spectacular. There are countless swordsmen on the battlefield. At this moment, they fly into the sky. How mighty?

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"What kind of magic is this?"

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Dharma King Darkmoon was taken aback, but in the blink of an eye, he sneered and ignored it.

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The sky-filled iron weapons are certainly spectacular, but most of them are just ordinary soldiers, and they are unmanned. It is almost impossible to break his horizontal training and real astral.

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Phew!

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That's why, after being shocked, he let countless remnants of iron weapons intertwine vertically and horizontally, but his palm strength never shifted in the slightest, and he still grabbed Yang Prison, which was not long in the air.

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"Get off!"

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Boom!

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With one swallow and one spit, the force of his palm is like a torrent, and he punches out a vacuum channel that is several tens of meters long.

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Unlike the vast majority of martial arts geniuses in the world, Dharma King Darkmoon is extremely talented, but he is skilled in martial arts, and he has practiced a big mudra for more than 130 years.

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His practice in this martial arts has already reached an unimaginable level. In terms of palm strength, he is enough to compete with the Wanguo Jingtao Palm, the seventh in the Splendid Ranking, for the position of the number one palm in the world.

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"Be careful!"

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Fifth Jie's heart trembled, and the 'Three Killing Sword Light' that had been accumulated for a long time was about to burst out.

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However, a scene that terrified him happened.

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A scorching, dazzling electric current suddenly appeared, which overflowed from the pores of Yang Prison's body.

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"This is?"

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The pupils of the Dark Moon Dharma King shrank.

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The moment this electric light appeared, its already extremely fast speed was actually several times faster!

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Not a fraction, but a multiple!

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It was as if the light of the three arrows that traversed the battlefield before and was about to move him!

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'A body turned into an arrow? ! ’

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At the moment when his palm failed, this thought flashed through his mind, looking at the figure that pierced through the sky and went hundreds of meters away, intertwined with electricity and light,

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For the first time, His Holiness Darkmoon's eyes became solemn, and he actually smelled a sense of crisis that was superficial but real.

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This kid who is inferior to Wu Sheng actually made him feel dangerous?

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Stab it!

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The electric light and the body, without the true astral and the true qi as a barrier, are truly integrated with the body of Yang Prison.

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At this moment, even his powerful physique that was reborn after being lifted up into the sky, he let out an unbearable moan.

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From the inside out, an indescribable pain surged into my heart.

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"It's still a bit reluctant to carry the current with flesh and blood..."

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Across the sky, flying a hundred zhang, Yang Prison couldn't help groaning, but the throbbing in his heart could not be suppressed by the severe pain.

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Why are you fighting against the Martial Saint? !

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In the months after the battle with Qi Daoguang, the idea of ​​UU reading www.uukanshu.com always lingered in his mind. During this time, he had exchanges with Yu Fengxian, Qi Daoguang, Lin Daoren, and even Daoist Yunni. .

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The result is exactly the same, that is, invincible!

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After ten years of sitting in meditation, Qi Daoguang's Heavenly Body has already broken through the second level. However, even he has to admit that it is almost impossible to beat Martial Saint.

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In fact, from ancient times to the present, the following battles against the top have been fought by the martial sages!

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Apart from holding a magic weapon, or possessing strange magical powers under the influence of mental arithmetic, there has been almost no such record in the past three thousand years.

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The reason is almost.

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It is because, more than 70 years ago, Henry Zhang once, by virtue of Dacheng's military situation, outperformed Li Yuan, the **** of the army...

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After thinking about it for several months, it seemed that the only thing he could rely on was the golden Jiaojiao scissors, which cost a lot of spiritual energy for many days of sacrifice...

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hum~

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Between thoughts and movements, the vertical trend came to an end, and between the electric and light interweaving, Yang Prison reversed and fell. Under the high-speed push of the current,

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Take tyrannical fist as the front and body as the arrow!

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Ka, Ka, at 12:30, the second watch is out!

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