The First Cause of All Realms

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Between two worlds…

She released her hand and looked at the unassuming 'Tianhe', Qin Si was still a little lost.

She never imagined that what Qi Changfa said was true, and it was confirmed by her so quickly...

But soon, she stood up, hurriedly found the pen and ink, recorded everything she heard, and after confirming it was correct, she carefully put it away.

"Brother Yang once mentioned that the so-called Tianhuang is the name of the gods and Buddhas in the ancient times for our world. As for the Dragon Palace..."

Qin Si murmured in her heart:

"It is said that there were four great dragon kings and eight great dragon kings..."

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hum~

With half eyes in the sky, there is nothing to hide, just staring for a long time, Yang Prison has not found the whereabouts of this master, it seems that if the naked eye can't see it, all means can't sense his trace.

"Unfathomable..."

Withdrawing his gaze, Yang Yu's heart froze slightly.

After a short contact, the pressure this man put on him was indescribable. When he left, his back was a little wet.

Just like an ordinary person facing a fierce tiger, no matter how kind he is, his heart is beating like a drum, sweating like pulp, and he doesn't dare to be careless in the slightest.

This is a powerful illusion caused by the huge gap between the two.

"Master, the troops here are in chaos, so I'm afraid it's a little dangerous to leave the mistress alone in the gate, right?"

The ghost baby crept closer and said tentatively.

Yang prison glanced at him.

The latter was agitated, but still bravely asked:

"The little one is willing to protect the mistress!"

Aware of his master's eyes, Gui Ying wailed and sighed in his heart, and just as he was about to accept his fate, he heard a 'OK'.

"what?"

He looked up suddenly.

"Take these letters home."

He took out the pen and ink from the mustard seed space and wrote it at will. After a while, he put it up and handed it to the ghost baby. Yang Yu ordered:

"Except for your mistress, the other three letters, one for Yu Jing, one for Qin Lihu, and the last one, when passing through Yanzhou, to Jiang Wu..."

Ghost Infant was surprised and delighted in his heart, and he quickly responded. When he was about to leave, he hesitated again and turned back:

"Master, you really shouldn't have promised him, he..."

"Do you think he is inviting me to go?"

"what?"

Ghostly babies.

Yang Yu waved his hand to signal him to get out, sat quietly by the bonfire, closed his eyes and entered the cauldron of gluttony again.

In the gloomy cauldron, Zhen Xie Yin was rarely active, trembling and waiting.

[Lower Ten Capital Grade Yin Ghost (Fake)]

[Combined with the resentment and yin evil of thousands of ghosts, pure yin body, not afraid of masculine blood, can walk in the daytime, can be attached to a soulless body, steel, puppet body, no thoughts and no awareness, controlled by the evil seal …]

"Ten capitals level..."

Yang Yu's heart moved, but he wasn't too surprised.

From the northwest to Lianshan, he captured more than a thousand ghosts along the way. Although most of them were little ghosts who were too weak to approach ordinary people, there were naturally some tyrannical ones.

After all, it is difficult for those who have not reunited the three elements to retain yang energy and spiritual wisdom after death.

but,

"Fake…"

As soon as Yang Yu's thoughts moved, Zhenxie Yin trembled, and sporadic information came.

Fake, not real.

Its meaning is clear at a glance, that is, it is not a true 'Ten Capital Level', and it is naturally impossible to create a real Ten Capital Level ghosts and spirits simply by refining and purifying the soul.

"This soul is lacking in quality, but it is slightly better than me in terms of quantity... This is somewhat similar to the legendary 'Dao soldier' ​​and 'Lishi'..."

With his mind turned, Yang Yu played with the soul.

Through the Suppressing Evil Seal, this soul was allowed to be rounded and flattened by him, and turned around with his thoughts, and he could actually infuse 'memory', 'destiny', 'character', and even teach 'martial arts' and 'Taoism'.

This is somewhat similar to the 'Dao soldiers' he saw in the classics.

For ordinary people, slave monks, special puppets, powerful monsters, artifact spirits, etc., all seem to be called Dao soldiers.

But according to legends, Taoist soldiers are also extremely valuable things, and even immortals and gods may not have them.

As far as he knows, the most tyrannical Taoist soldiers are also called 'Heavenly Soldiers', 'Heavenly Generals', 'Sacred Soldiers' and 'God Generals'.

Thinking about it in his heart, Yang Yu called out the Long Yuan Ghost Sword and began to try.

The remaining information on the Zhenxie seal is small and fragmented, and how much space can be manipulated, he still needs to try it himself.

"Um…"

Kneading this group of souls, Yang Yu's mind was very active.

The names of Fang Zhenghao, Duan Qilong, Henry Zhang, Yan Xiaoer, etc. appeared one after another in his mind, and even flashed the shadow of the person he talked to before.

But after pondering for a long time, his spirit gathered, like a top painter, sketching on this group of souls.

It's an amazing feeling.

It's like a painter sketching, or like a carpenter sculpting a human figure, creating something from nothing, 'pinch out' what he thinks in his heart.

"...You are an orphan with a heart like a child, addicted to martial arts, but kind-hearted, eager to challenge the strong but not willing to kill, no father or mother, but an orphan who loves life..."

At this point, his movements paused slightly, and he felt the resistance in the dark, and the second half of the sentence "with a monkey tail" couldn't be instilled.

"Sure enough, it's not unlimited."

The first attempt failed, Yang Yu was not discouraged, he was originally testing the limit of the evil seal.

This is not surprising. In the final analysis, the Seal of Suppression is just a demonic dao fruit, not the legendary dao fruit that contains the 'the way of creation'.

After that, Yang Prison began to keep trying to test the limit of the evil seal from various angles.

"The limit of the Suppressing Evil Seal is me at this time! The martial arts, Taoism, magic, and magical powers that I can instill must be mastered by myself..."

"Cultivation techniques and power cannot be fabricated out of thin air, and martial arts still has a familiar process, which cannot be achieved overnight. However, this kind of indoctrination is carved into the soul, and it must be very fast to master..."

"This soul is the gathering of thousands of ghosts. Its nature is pure yin and cold, and it cannot instill a too hot and masculine temperament. It is not impossible, but it will be affected and distorted by itself..."

"The more memories and details are instilled, the more stable the soul will be, otherwise, there will be huge flaws..."

…

Recording the many attempts one by one, Yang Yu's heart gradually became clear, and he had a grasp of the limit of the evil seal.

Next, it will naturally follow suit.

Not to mention that he has the remnants of the book of life and death in hand, and he has seen the life trajectories of many people. Even if he does not, he can invent dozens or hundreds of kinds casually.

Be as detailed as you want.

When it was just instilling memories, Yang Yu couldn't help but feel a little jealous. Compared with Long Yuanjian and Zijin Gourd, Zhenxie Seal looked strange and dangerous.

"Well, it's almost..."

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The sky is full of stars, and the night is as cold as water.

In the darkness of the night, Heishan City looked calm and serene, except for the patrolling soldiers and watchmen, no one went out.

The only thing that still has lights on is the temple dedicated to the land.

"call!"

"Suck!"

In a small courtyard next to the temple, with a cauldron, Xiao Wu sat cross-legged in the scalding medicinal liquid, carrying the internal energy and slowly changing blood.

After coming to Montenegro, he practiced martial arts very diligently. With the guidance of Yang Prison, he entered the country very quickly.

"call!"

After a long time, Xiao Wu opened his eyes and let out a sigh of relief.

"As the saying goes, martial arts practice is like moving a mountain, one step at a time... Fortunately, this high mountain with seven layers of blood has been turned over by us!"

He was in high spirits, and could not help but sigh.

He was used to seeing the speed of his own Yang Ye's rapid progress, and his progress of changing blood on average every two years was a little too slow.

But in fact, looking at the rivers and lakes, his progress was enough to cause an uproar. The descendants of the great families in Qingzhou City did not have such progress.

Of course, it can't be compared with the old man, let alone Yang Ye.

"Hey, I heard that Yang Ye has broken through the hundred orifices profound entrance and entered the realm of the great master..."

Wiping his body, Xiao Wu is envious and a little ashamed:

"For the rest of our lives, I'm afraid there is no hope..."

He said this to the dark place. It was Yu Jing's junior and junior brother who stayed to protect the old man. These days, he was instructing himself to practice martial arts.

"You have no hope."

In the shadows, Liu Dong gave him a cold look, turned and disappeared into the darkness.

"I have no hope, and neither do you hope..."

Xiao Wupi didn't care, but he didn't think he had such hope.

That is the great master, thousands of warriors in Qingzhou, only a few in a hundred years...

squeak~

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Xiao Wu felt agitated, suddenly raised the knife and turned around. He saw that the wing that had been closed for many days was pushed open from the inside, and a mysterious man in a cloak walked out slowly.

"Oh it's you."

Xiao Wu breathed a sigh of relief after being surprised.

He is no stranger to the man in the cloak, it was left by Yang Ye to protect the old man.

It's just that, in these years, this cloaked man has hardly ever gone out, and he is like a dead man. Why did he go out at this time?

Swish!

The reddish eyes lifted, and the cloak slid down along with it. Along with the sour bone friction, a middle-aged man with a gloomy complexion appeared in front of Xiao Wu.

"You, recognize me?"

When the hoarse voice came, Xiao Wu shivered and felt a little hairy in his heart:

"Me, Xiao Wu! Master Yang's housekeeper, don't you recognize me?"

"Xiao Wu..."

The cold middle-aged looked around, as if searching for something in his mind, UU reading www. After a long time, he nodded:

"My surname is Jing, and I need a sword."

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hum~

When the mind touches the Yinxie Yin, the living dead, or everything that "Jing Yi" sees, it all appears in front of Yang Prison, including Xiao Wu, Liu Dong, and the people who are secretly guarding.

He could even hear the old man's snoring.

"I don't know how long it will take for Jing Yi to break through the 'profound entrance' and become a grand master..."

Let go of his hand, Yang Prison is looking forward to it.

The Zhenxie Seal can accommodate a group of ghosts, but the sum of the souls cannot exceed his own. In theory, one hundred souls and one thousand souls can go out, but he did not choose to divide them.

Therefore, it stands to reason that as long as there are enough medicinal pills, 'Jing Yi' can be promoted to the Grand Master in a very short period of time.

"call!"

As his thoughts turned, Yang Yu opened his eyes.

As he expected, on the side of the extinguished bonfire, Henry Zhang was haunted, and he didn't know when he would appear, and his multiple warnings were useless.

"In the wild countryside, dare to enter meditation."

Seeing him open his eyes, Henry Zhang couldn't help shaking his head.

"With you always by your side to protect the Dharma, why would the younger generation dare not?"

Yang Yu was not surprised.

With the sensitivity of his five senses, even if he is in meditation, the disturbance within a radius of hundreds of meters cannot be concealed from him.

And if someone can hide from his perception, then it doesn't make any difference where he enters meditation. For such a master, a wall is no different from a piece of paper.

"Now that you're awake, let's go."

Getting up, flicking his sleeves, Henry Zhang strode:

"Go and see those idiots, how are they growing..."

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……………… Calvin stuck all night.

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