Book of heaven?
Yang Yu was slightly stunned, and then he realized that what the little toad was talking about was the catalog of Ten Thousand Immortals.
"If the heavenly book has no master, all gods are free, if there is a master..."
The little toad said, and there was anthropomorphic fear in the small eyes of mung bean:
"There is the Lord, it must be Him, it must be Him..."
Him?
Yu Yang frowned.
Ask again, this little toad has stopped talking about it no matter what, and only let him not do the way of God.
"What will happen if you practice Shinto?"
The more it was like this, the more curious the Yang Yu became.
"Do you know, among the five types of Dao Fruit, which two are the most special?"
After hesitating slightly, the little toad looked around and whispered.
"God, Buddha."
Yu Yang naturally knew.
Last time, Tianhai and his team gained a lot. In addition to the Pure Yang Sword Pill Sutra, he was more familiar with the great world before ancient times.
Before ancient times, there were many races, and among the ranks of all ranks, gods and Buddhas were the most special.
For example, the Wei Tuo he had seen was just a guardian god, but he could still be promoted to Wei Tuotian, Wei Tuo Bodhisattva, and even the Buddha...
The ranks and the advancement route are clear, which is one of them.
The second is that these two are all-encompassing.
All levels can be converted as much as possible. The ten masters of the Immortal Way and the rituals can also be transformed into the Nine Blade Lords of the Demons, the Demons, and the Demons can also be transformed into the Demons.
But this transformation advancement only happens from time to time for other classes.
However, there are countless examples of the two types of gods and Buddhas. They not only can accommodate other ranks, but they will even actively pursue other ranks.
Just like the most famous "Bone Bodhisattva" in ancient times, he was born into a demon, later entered Buddhism, and then went through the underworld and became a demon...
In the end, when we return to Buddhism, all kinds of things are united and the terrifying supernatural powers are legendary in later generations.
"Once the book of heaven is recorded, although it will have one more life than other rank masters, it will also face huge horror..."
The little toad was a little nervous:
"My master is so majestic and domineering. After recording the Heavenly Book, he actually stayed in the Divine Court for a year and a half every ten years. Sometimes, he also had to go down to the realm to subdue demons and maintain the majesty of the heavenly rule..."
"Um……"
Yang Yu was waiting for the following text, but received no response, and he couldn't help but look up in surprise:
"Then what?"
"It's gone."
"Not?!"
Yu Yang was choked:
"Is this what you mean by horror?"
"The dignified five hundred spiritual officials are actually sent to someone and will not be free until death. Isn't this scary?"
The little toad was also a little startled:
"Do you know that ancient immortals traveled between heaven and earth, traveled to the North Sea and Cangwu in the evening, accompanied by mountains and forests, and expressed their feelings in the mountains and rivers. When they were free, they discussed the truth. When they were busy, they sat quietly among the sea of ​​clouds, and they were extremely free and easy..."
The three-legged golden toad jumped to the shoulder of the statue and stepped hard:
"And my unsatisfied master, who was the master of the Dharma protector, subdued demons and demons for the rest of his life, and finally took the initiative to fight the "demon of disaster" and died.
Could this be terrifying?”
"At the end of the catastrophe, you will die if you retreat, and you will die if you advance. You dare to face the catastrophe. This spiritual official must have too much decision than the immortal you admire..."
Of course, Yang Yu knew that this little guy had a lot of complaints about his master and did not say anything more to him.
Put it in your arms with one sleeve:
"What do you know about Xiaoyao as a magic weapon?"
Ancient immortals can really be free and easy?
The three-legged golden toad was swearing, but Yang Yu didn't believe it. Whether it was a god or a demon, or an immortal, Buddha or a demon, once he embarked on this path, he could not retreat.
Under the wave of disaster, all the immortals and Buddhas have fallen. If it is already decided, why not give it a try?
“Qu…”
"The end of the catastrophe..."
The little toad's words reminded Yang Yu again of Taiyi.
That ancient sect, countless generations, struggled to survive, and eventually, after thousands of generations, it preserved its inheritance.
In the map of Qingshui and Cold Pond, his communication with Taiyimen was still at the "Taiyi Yuanshi Mantra".
Afterwards, no one responded to the other end of Taiyi, and naturally he did not take the initiative to search.
"But I don't know, what's going on in Taiyi now?"
Yang Yu thought about it and walked to the courtyard.
The wind and snow in Qianshan City have gradually stopped. The cold has passed for several days. Although the ice and snow have not melted, the green color has spread.
The spiritual qi that was so rich that it was almost atomized filled the entire city.
For the rank masters in this world, the spiritual qi in the city is far inferior to the blessed land of the fairy mountains, but for him, it is enough.
"I climbed the flying boat to the Eastern Wilderness with Nanling, but I think I can't hide the news that I have any intentions..."
Prison Yang thought in his heart.
Wu Tao claimed to be the son of the Dragon King of Hanhai. Although everyone knows that the Dragon King of Hanhai has more than 8,000 descendants, he is not without defense.
After that night, he had left Qianshan City in full view.
Later, several true teachings of Cangjiangmen came, and Fang Qing and others came with treasures, which also confirmed that the Sword Immortal Nanling had crossed the Eastern Wilderness.
"I don't know what that Sun Jin Palace looks like..."
Yang Yu's mind was erratic and he sensed the seal of suppressing evil.
Through the dark connection, he could realize that Daoren Lu had arrived in the Eastern Wilderness and was in excellent condition.
However, he did not force himself to come, borrowing his perspective.
The Living Dead and the Grass-Headed God are completely different existences. The latter, the owner's extremely detailed and perfect memory and spiritual light, is almost like a pure Yangzi's rebirth.
He was respectful to this Pure Yang Sword Immortal. He didn't talk about his reactions, and he wouldn't want to be too abrupt unless it was necessary.
"call!"
He felt a little and knew that his condition was excellent and he was in a very happy mood, so Yu Yang calmed down.
...
"Demon-killing..."
Almost the moment when Yang Yu touched the evil seal, Lu Sheng seemed to have some sense in a small town in the East Wilderness, thousands of mountains and rivers.
"No hurry, no hurry."
He smiled softly, and still leaned against the window to drink.
The city where he is currently located is called "Shengxian", which is one of the closest cities to the Great Sun Golden Palace.
There were many people coming and going in the city, and there were many masters of magical powers and many masters of rank, and the vast majority of people came here to worship the Great Sun Golden Palace.
These days, he saw too many people coming in groups and also saw them returning in disappointment.
"Sitting and walking in a hurry, why bother?"
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Daoren Lu didn't care. He was naturally interested in the Great Sun Golden Palace, but he just wanted to find his own sword.
"I will return to the mountain tomorrow. Do you really want to worship my teacher?"
Silently, Taoist Chiyang had already come to the window.
"Mr. Lu has been over the age of becoming a disciple and seeking Taoism. If you want to leave, who will stop you?"
Daoren Lu replied.
He really had no good feelings for the sects in this world. Even if he was not at the rank at this moment, he killed a large number of people.
Among them, there are many related to the Great Sun Palace.
"You really don't worship?"
The Taoist Chiyang stared at him.
For this kid, he stayed here for seven days. What a dangerous seven days?
"No worship."
"good!"
The Taoist Chiyang stomped his feet, and a large area of ​​light had flooded the entire restaurant. There were only a burst of exclamations, and the two had disappeared from their original place:
"That's not your choice!"
Wow!
The next moment, the two of them had reached Yuntou.
Taoist Chiyang was about to make a joke, but suddenly heard a dragon roar sounded far away from the east.
"This is?"
The old Taoist Chiyang's heart thumped and he hurriedly called the catalogue of Ten Thousand Immortals. Before he could ask, a voice came quickly:
"Master, the Dragon King of Hanhai and the Taoist Xuandan fought from a distance, as if they were angry..."
"This old dragon is crazy?!"
The Taoist Chiyang was shocked.
For the sake of one of the more than 8,000 offspring, he dared to take action in front of Wanshi Mountain?
Are you really not afraid that Dao Ren Xuantian will take action to kill him?!
"No, this old loach is so bold, is it..."
After a change of thought, the Taoist Chiyang couldn't help but take a breath:
"No..."
"Master, Master wants you to go..."
There seemed to be a sound in the catalog of Ten Thousand Immortals. The Taoist Chiyang was already robbing the way, and the rainbow light disappeared into the void and returned to the Great Sun Golden Palace.
"No! Let your old man go to your family! That's..."
...
...
Huh ~
The night is dark without moon, the wind is high...
In Xiabeicheng District, a small weedy courtyard suddenly sounded, and a stone slab was pushed away.
A woman with disheveled hair crawled out from the ground. In the night, her pale face looked like a ghost, which scared several mice to scream.
"Father, brother..."
He looked up blankly and looked at the manor that covered the moon like a manor, Fang Xingyun's tears slid silently.
"Why? Why..."
She pressed the ground tightly and shivered all over.
That night, arrows fell like rain, and the terrifying killing aura filled the entire city. The husband and daughter died without resistance.
Unwilling, resentment, fear, uneasiness...
Countless emotions were surging in her heart, like a poisonous snake, eating her heart...
"Nanling, Nanling!"
She gritted her teeth tightly, her eyes red:
"One day..."
She struggled to get up, took out a tight package from the hole, and her figure flashed and disappeared into the night.
Fang Xingyun was extremely fast, and sneaking in the night was like a ghost. Before long, he had stopped outside a manor.
But after just a few discernments, I entered the manor and stopped outside a small courtyard.
"who?!"
There seemed to be lights in the yard.
"The chessboard is more than two colors..."
Fang Xingyun spoke, this was an extremely obscure and unknown language.
"Hmm? You are..."
The yard suddenly became silent.
"Um?!"
Fang Xingyun's heart suddenly became cold:
"No, you are not Yin Lang!"
boom!
Without any hesitation, Fang Xingyun suddenly retreated. She was carrying the art of dancing with the sky. She retreated step by step and was about to disappear into the night sky.
But in the next moment, her expression suddenly changed.
I felt an invisible but qualitative aura suddenly descended, and the void of heaven and earth was like a big hand holding her tightly, extinguishing all her resistance and Taoist techniques.
Then, he fell heavily into the yard.
Yu Yang looked at him lightly, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
His five senses were already very different from ordinary people. Even that night, he could keenly notice the strangeness in this woman.
The reason why I couldn't help but look at who was behind her was a pity...
"you!"
Fang Xingyun looked up in horror and saw the figure slowly coming out of the shadow. He was stunned at first, and then he seemed to think of something:
"Yes, it's you?"
"Only one little mouse..."
Yang Yu had no desire to communicate with him. With his thoughts, his body had dried up and cracked in an instant, turning into powder.
Although the Yuan Magnetic Rotation is only one level, its power is no less than that of the Heavenly Will Knife that surpasses the 12th grade.
"Take the language of my previous life as a secret code, I'm afraid I won't find it..."
As soon as Yang Yu waved his hand, the small flesh-and-blood altar in Fang Xingyun's arms had fallen into his palm.
Buzz!
With the experience of the last time, the moment he got the altar, Yang Yu's divine will had fallen into the Gluttony Cauldron.
Between the red light, Yang Ni's self-talking voice came from:
Chapter completed!