First Cause Of All Realms

First Cause Of All Realms Chapter 75

2021-09-03

Chapter 75 Purple golden bottle gourd?

"Ah"

In the raging flames, dozens of Scripture Lecture Taoists from the Liansheng Sect screamed and danced.

Seeing the death of Yuchi's dragon body, these Scripture Lecture practitioners threw themselves into the flames at almost the same time, except for Guo Han, who was blocked by Yang Yu.

"If you believe in religion, you really don't fear death?"

Holding the Pig Slaughtering Blade that was dripping blood, he looked into the depths of the fire, the crimson rays that were clearly not like flames of light, Yang Yu stopped and frowned.

Running with all his might, even after fighting in a row until now, his body is still surging with extreme energy.

But a sense of exhaustion from the soul made him have to stop a little.

Divine Ability is the reflection of the depth of one's soul divine seed on the body, although it can be used as an arm, but the level of martial arts itself is too low.

Indistinctly, he could already feel the tingling pains coming from inside and outside of his body.

It was the groaning sound of my under-exercised physique that was about to be overloaded.

"I can't believe that in such a small place with a trifling pill, there are extraordinary natural talents like your Excellency."

Under the heat of the fire, Guo Han's face was uncertain, Nine- Section Whip also hung down weakly.

With the second exchange of blood, kill two powerhouses with blood like tigers in a row.

Liu Wenpeng is just fine. Archer was approached and killed in a proper way, but Yuchilong's horizontal training was successful, and he was the best at melee combat, but he was beaten to death by three punches in front of his eyes.

Although the level of blood exchange does not determine the outcome of strength or weakness, all the levels of internal and external refining of martial arts must be based on the level of blood exchange.

After two kills three times, the blood is like a murderous aura, and the blood is like a tiger, but the only ones who fight at Second Rank are those extraordinary natural talent in his mind.

Such as the Qing State soldier 'Wei Zhengxian', the Yun Prefecture lord 'Hua Liunian', and Henry Zhang, the king of Zhao of the West who had not appeared in front of people twenty years earlier.

“You set the fire on fire and sacrificed people. Are you the so-called 'dao fruit' in the firelight?”

Yang Yu took a deep breath.

"You are injured."

Guo Han said suddenly, although he was doubtful, he was completely convinced:

"More than 20 years ago, Henry Zhang The horse is still hurt by the 'Mantra'. Your inner Qi is not enough to resist the mighty Divine Palm."

Yang Yu looked back coldly: "It's enough to kill you."

His inner Qi was too thin to resist the impact of the black iron arrow and the inner Qi of the great power Divine Palm. While shocking the two, his blood was churning.

But it's just a stinging pain, without damaging its battle strength.

"This dao fruit, you must keep it..."

Guo Han looked at Yang Yu deeply, as if to imprint his figure and face in the depth of one's soul :

"In the near future, someone will come to retrieve this dao fruit. And you, will die without a burial site!"

"hahaha!"

“en?”

Yang Yu’s heart moved, the blade just raised, the deputy Branch Lord who taught the Shunde mansion by Liansheng actually seemed to give up all luck.

Growling, laughing and jumping into the fire sea:

"Burning flames, burn my body. Pity my mother, protect my spirit! Mother..."

p>

bang!
Just like cooking oil on a raging fire, the fiery snake of fire sea swoops up several times high.

Yang Yu eyes shrank.

I clearly saw a purple-golden treasure bottle gourd in a flash of fire, and then disappeared in the fire sea.

This is the dao fruit that all the influence of the Liansheng Sect should pursue?

Actually need to sacrifice...

weng!
Yang Yu's thoughts were spinning, and he saw the raging fire extinguished at a speed visible to naked eyes.

Among the devastated ruins, a palm-size purple golden bottle gourd was shining brightly, and half of the street was shining brightly.

"This is dao fruit?"

Yang Yu fluttered into the still-warm ruins, holding the purple golden bottle gourd in his palm.

His face was bright and uncertain.

This thing, I'm afraid it's very hot.

"Yang Yu!"

Li Er suddenly jumped out of the corner and almost shouted: "Quick, put this bottle gourd away!"

"Yang Yu!"

p>

Whoosh!
He clenched the bottle gourd tightly with his backhand. It was strange to say that as soon as his palm was covered, the purple-golden brilliance disappeared.

Before he could take a closer look, Li Erxiao ran over and saw the glory disappear, so he patted his chest with lingering fears, even saying he was in danger.

"Old Li, you are so lucky."

Yang Yu thought about it and guessed why Li Eryi appeared here.

"Without the sound of the bell, these believers who have been fed and lost their hearts will wake up soon."

Seeing the glory disappear, Li Eryi relaxes:

p>

"No one finds out, you can still resist to death, if you are seen, it will be a big trouble..." One move:
"Do you recognize this thing?"

"The madmen of the Liansheng Cult treat me as a dead person, but I have heard some. This thing, they call him 'Kui Xing dao fruit', it is said that, It is said that Liansheng has been looking for treasure for many years..."

Li Eryi hurriedly explained what he knew briefly.

Not far away, there were bursts of screams and cries, and those bewitched believers had already woken up.

"Old Li, help me clean up the battlefield."

He handed Li Eryi a long knife.

Yang Yu put on his clothes and took a deep breath to suppress the stinging pain all over his body.

With his feet, he kicked up Liu Wenpeng's bow and held it, galloping toward the city.

"Clean up the battlefield..."

Li Eryi, who received the drudgery, looked at the mess, his face was uglier than crying.

Yang Yu's shot was too terrifying, the one who was beheaded was okay to say, if he was beaten to death by his fist, it was almost a puddle of mud.

That's all.

That Yuchi Long was hammered into the ground, how could it come out...

"Old Man Wei, you must hold on..."

Resisting the stinging pain all over his body, Yang Yu didn't dare to delay, and quickly rushed towards the place where the blade and sword collide and the shouting were heard.

Immediately after the recipe refining wake up, Yang Yu then went to the long street where Wei He was broken before, but found no trace of the two of them.

Following the fire all the way to this place, the two of them were still not seen.

I was worried for a while, and even the thought of exploring the purple golden bottle gourd was suppressed.

……

……

slap~
Hot blood dripped from the sword edge, melting the thin snow on the ground.

Guan Shanshui's chest heaved, panting and sneering:

"Old Guy, are you dying?"

This old Bright Gown Guard is not only skilled in Blade Technique, but also must have retreated from the battlefield.

Although his muscles and bones are old and his blood and energy have fallen sharply, he has persevered until now under the siege and killing of himself and the nursing homes of Liu's house.

And killed more than a dozen good players.

At the moment, only Lin Qing and other Martial Artists who have undergone a second blood exchange are still alive, but they don't dare to get close, and they are only vigilant from a distance, in case the Old Guy suddenly stabs him.

“hehe ~”

Wei He’s face was tired, and there were dozens of corpses lying in front of and behind him.

Hearing this also responded with a sneer:
"Old Pig Dog, are you not?"

"Killing you is not a problem!"

Guan Shanshui twitched the corners of his mouth, but his heart became more and more anxious.

Although Liu Wenpeng's blood exchange level is higher than himself, Sword Art is not bad, but after all, he has played with too few people too little.

It is possible to learn from each other, but once the life and death battle is unguarded, someone avoids the bow and arrow.

I'm afraid there will be danger.

But this Bright Gown Guard is really too difficult to deal with...

"Really?"

Wei He took a deep breath and suppressed his body The hot and dry, he put his clothes on his mouth and tied the wound tightly.

The Martial Artist is still a physical body and mortal flesh, and the blood energy will also drop after the sixtieth year. It used to be infinitely close to the blood of a tiger, but now, it has not increased but decreased.

Fortunately, blood energy will drop, but his martial arts level will not drop, and even get older with years of practice.

If not, I'm afraid he has already explained it here...

But even so, he has already reached his limit.

"Old bastard!"

Guan Shanshuiqi's gnashing teeth, finally, he gestured to Lin Qing and the others with his eyes to avoid.

I took a deep breath, and I had to activate the blood energy a second time to completely kill the old Bright Gown Guard.

But suddenly, a clutter of footsteps came from a distance, accompanied by shouts, and seemed to be panicking to the extreme.

"Master Guan, yes, it's our people!"

Lin Qing and the others were vigilant at first, and turned to complexity greatly changed.

Isn't it their people who fled in embarrassment from a distance?

"What?! Where's Sir Liu?!"

Guan Shanshui swept his gaze out of the corner of his eye, only to see the anxious faces of the guards but not seeing Liu Wenpeng, and he couldn't help but feel agitated.

hu~!

Guan Shanshui was in a mess.

How could Wei He, who has been in battle, miss this opportunity, dantian, blood energy bursting out, and at the same time as his feet rushed forward, the Ghost Headed Great Saber has pulled up the full moon.

Cut to the head of the latter!
Blade Technique, decapitation!

“Old bastard!”

Unprepared, Guan Shanshui almost had his neck cut open, he staggered back with a roar.

How can I still have the heart to fight with people when my heart is in chaos?

But Wei He's power was unforgiving, and he was battered and exhausted.

"You are courting death!"

Finally, seeing the entire group fleeing in a panic, there was no silhouette of Liu Wenpeng, Guan Shanshui's heart sank and he let out a low growl.

Start fighting!
Boom!
Blade and sword collide is no longer the sound of metal collision, but it seems to be two wild bulls colliding.

At this moment, the two of them didn't hold back any more.

One should force the opponent to retreat, the other should stop the opponent, touch the sword with the sword, and exchange the wound for the wound.

Wei He is too old to sustain his energy and blood. After several collisions, his imposing manner has declined and he has gradually fallen into a disadvantage.

Bang!
And at this moment, a low muffled sound exploded from a distance.

"This voice..."

Wei He didn't notice it yet, but Guan Shanshui's expression changed drastically.

You can see a person running and striding forward, following the wind.

The imposing manner was imposing and the speed was extremely fast. All the guards in shock were screaming and screaming, and he could see clearly that the man was holding a broken Pig Slaughtering Blade in one hand.

In the other hand, he is carrying a steel essence bow that he is very familiar with!
"Sir, are you dead?"

Seeing this scene, Lin Qing and the others changed their faces completely, looked at each other, turned around and ran away.

"Your Highness's bow..."

Guan Shanshui's pupils contracted violently, as if struck by lightning:

"How come?"

Wei He took a step back and slowed down. Seeing that he was absent, he put a horizontal knife around his neck without thinking, and used one hand to release the joints of his arms.

This is looking towards someone.

At first doubt, then surprise, and finally shock:
"How could it be you?!"

"Master Wei..."

Seeing With Wei He restraining Guan Shanshui, Yang Yu's heart dropped, and a smile appeared on his face:
"Why can't it be me?"

Well, there's something going on in the morning. Going out, it's a little late.