First Cause Of All Realms

First Cause Of All Realms Chapter 50

2021-09-03

Chapter 50 is progressing rapidly

Blood and snow splash!
Looking at the headless body that fell heavily, everyone present was stunned.

No one didn't expect that at the last moment, someone would kill Shi Kai with just one knife.

The bruised and bruised Tan Hong was surprised, but the followers of Liansheng Sect were shocked and couldn't believe it.

"It's dangerous, it's dangerous..."

Yang Yu knelt on the ground with a knife, his chest heaving.

This blade, whether it is timing, angle, or strength, he has almost reached his limit at this time.

However, if Wang Wu hadn't held Shi Kai's fist, this fist, I'm afraid it would have pierced through his chest, and even beat him to death!
With his current strength, facing the Martial Artist with blood energy like cattle, he was still too reluctant, even a sneak attack would be in great danger.

"Deputy Branch Lord!"

"He, they killed the Deputy Branch Lord!"

"Kill! Kill them, avenge the Deputy Branch Lord Ah!"

After a brief silence, the followers of Liansheng Sect were boiling, and they rushed towards Yang Yu and the two of them with the sound of shouting and killing.

Different from the mountain bandits who would collapse when the leader was killed, the followers of the Liansheng Sect were even more insane. Even at this time, they still had to fight.

Yang Yu was startled, grabbed the knife in his hand, and went up to meet the still bleeding wound on his back.

“hu~”

In the long breath, Wang 5th layer stood up newly, and with the sound of bones and bones exploding like a cannon, he grinned and threw himself. Go up:

"If you don't go, then don't go!"

"Kill!"

Tan Hong was bruised and bruised all over his body. Rush away, fight hard, and kill from the back.

"Ah!"

Aren't these Liansheng Sect members really fierce and unafraid of death, they collapsed after being killed by Wang Wuyitong who forced inner Qi to escape.

"Stop chasing!"

Yang Yu subconsciously wanted to chase, but was stopped by Wang Wu.

It was only then that I discovered that this brawny man with blood energy like an ox was already pale and could barely stand.

"My internal organs are injured..."

After only saying a few words, Wang Wu had already fallen to the ground, took out several bottles and jars, and swallowed them all without looking at them. , Cross-knee began to heal.

"Lian Shengjiao..."

Looking at the corpses all over the place, Yang Yu's expression was not good.

This group of cultists seems to be weaker than the normal Martial Artist, but the fight is fierce and unafraid of death.

Being the one who took the lead in his death, 70% to 80% of himself died before he began to collapse. This kind of will made his scalp numb.

"Your Excellency..."

Limping, Tan Hong staggered to think about coming over, this good player of the second blood exchange is really embarrassed at this time.

I don't know how many knives there are. At first glance, it looks like it was fished out of blood.

After walking a few steps, I still fell and could only sit cross-legged with clenched teeth.

The rest of the villagers were already dead. At first glance, the corpses were all over the place, and I didn't know which one was them.

On the contrary, Yan Shoutian, who wanted to die, was seriously injured and fainted, but instead left a life.

Seeing the riddled with scars of Tan Hong, a burning pain suddenly rushed through his body.

After the blood energy subsided, Yang Yu was shocked to realize that the knife in himself was no less than that of Tan Hong, it just didn't hurt the vital part.

His iron crotch skill is close to Third Layer, and he has long since reached his shoulders.

"Phew!"

Yang Yu corner of the mouth twitched, took out the iron beads from his arms, and swallowed it without looking at it.

Bursts of heat surged up, and the bottom of the physical strength slowly recovered, and the injury seemed to have eased a lot.

"Is there any use for healing?"

Yang Yu's spirit trembled slightly.

Waiting for him to dig it out again, he found nothing. This time, he took seven or eight pounds of iron beads when he left the city, but at this time, he had already eaten all of it.

If you want to eat again, you have to eat dirt...

The whole night was silent until the sky was bright and the cold was the heaviest. Only then did Tan Hong and Wang Wuer wake up one after another.

I was seeing Yang Yu and Yan Shoutian, who looked pale, instructing a group of old and weak women and children in the cottage to clean up the bodies and debris.

"He wasn't injured?"

Tan Hong was stunned as he beat his stiff hands and feet.

He clearly remembered that Yang Yu was no less in the knife than himself, why did he seem to be fine?
"Is this kid also an extraordinary natural talent?"

Wang Wu's heart was also abrupt, but his vision was higher than that of Tan Hong, but he was thinking of physique.

The same rice raises a hundred kinds of people, and people are not the same.

This difference became more and more obvious after the blood change, but he knew that there were some physiques in this world that were different from ordinary people.

For example, the General 'Wei Zhengxian' of Qing State, is said to have Innate Divine Strength, and his arms have already surpassed the strength of four elephants soon after the blood exchange.

There are even legends that he did not practice hard work, but his fleshy body was as strong as steel, not afraid of being cut by swords, not afraid of cold and heat, and not burnt by fire!
He suspects that Yang Yu may well have a similar physique.

Yang Yu didn't sleep all night.

Not only to heal wounds, but also to guard against these old and weak women and children in the cottage.

It is true that they came to suppress the bandits, but their arrival did not make their situation better, or even worse.

Usually not visible, but they were seriously injured, but it was different.

In fact, he wanted to urge inner Qi to meditate to heal his wounds, but he saw those complicated and even hateful eyes inadvertently.

It's just a sleepless night.

“How is your injury?”

Yang Yu walked over quickly.

"Shi Kai's 'Tiger Mighty Fist' has been cultivated to the point of perfection. I was punched when my qi and blood declined, and my internal organs were damaged. At least half a year of recuperation..."

Wang Wu's face is not very good, half hurt, half sad.

Transplantation Martial Artist is naturally more difficult to get injured than ordinary people, but once injured, it will take a long time to recuperate.

Like Wang Fobao, who was injured by the 'Blood Melting Finger', if there is no spirit pill and marvelous medicine, the recuperation time should be in years.

"Half a year, so long?"

Yang Yu frowned.

He didn't expect Wang Wu's injury to be so serious.

"Let's talk about that."

Wang Wu stood up slowly and looked at the bloody cottage, feeling a little sad:

" They're all dead..."

According to the information he collected, apart from the first, second, and deputy three Branch Lords, there were only more than twenty Scripture Lecture Taoists in the Liansheng Sect, and half of them were in the outer city.

But who knows, in this battle alone, he killed more than 20 exchange-blooded believers.

That's the information he asked for from Six Doors...

...

In the next ten days, whether Wang Wu likes it or not, they will But had to stay healed.

Just because I was worried that the people of Liansheng would take revenge, I didn't stay in the cottage, but went to the cave in the mountainside.

This cave was dug by some bandits in order to avoid encirclement and suppression.

Wang Wu and the two healed their wounds, but haven't seen their silhouette for many days.

Yang Yu was not idle either. He scoured the cottage and set up a cauldron in the cave to get the medicine ingredients that should have been distributed by more than a dozen people after returning to the city.

The medicinal bath begins.

"The second exchange blood is not far away from me, but the third exchange blood is the threshold, the blood energy is like a cow..."

In the hot medical liquid, Yang Yu soothed in spirit.

After a war, especially seeing the beginning and end of the battle between Wang Wu and Shi, his thirst for power surged.

In the cave, an old man with a goatee, cautiously adding firewood to fan the fire, explained to Yang Yu the basics of 'Daowen'.

This old man was a teacher who was robbed by the bandits. When Yang Yu re-checked it last night, he inadvertently asked, and only then did he know that this old man actually knew some basics of Taoism.

"From the unification of Chinese characters by Emperor Qin until the Great Ming, there have been many additions and deletions to Chinese characters in the three thousand years, but Daoist characters have not changed much. Therefore, as long as you learn the characters of the previous dynasty, the essence of Daoist characters will be self-sufficient. -taught."

The old man used simple and easy-to-understand vocabulary, for fear that the uncle who killed and beheaded would not understand.

"Qin Huang..."

Yang Yu looked thoughtful, indifferently said:
"Just write down the Daowen you know one after another, my memory is very good. Well, don't try to fool me!"

This world has many seems right but actually isn't places with his previous life, but it's just seems right but actually isn't, this Qin Huang, naturally Not the Qin Emperor he thought.

But these are not important, he is more concerned about Daowen.

"Don't dare, don't dare!"

The old man didn't dare.

Write down the Taoism that you know on the cave wall with charcoal, and explain it one after another, and compare it.

He had planned to take the trouble to explain it over and over again.

But what shocked him was that this murderer in his eyes, the rapid progress made him stunned, but in half a day, he had already written down all three thousand essays!

"Ghost God...Quixing Rank Chart..."

Waved his hand to let the old man go back, Yang Yu's eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled:
"It should be 'ten The Ghost God of the capital is just right!”

(end of this chapter)