When the calamity arises and the calamity is destroyed, the Tao is hidden and the Tao is born, and it begins over and over again, it is a cycle of calamities.

It has been mentioned many times in Sanxiaosanren's "Book on the Disaster".

In fact, many years ago, when he first entered the "Sky Sea Realm", Yang Yu had heard that ancient whisper.

‘The Ninth Tribulation of Yuanshi’

As if stimulated by the Taoist killing gourd, the three-legged golden toad was rare before Yang Yu asked, and then he began to talk about the Nine Tribulations.

"The ninth tribulation of Yuanshi, a total of 840 million years, was calculated by those who had great supernatural powers long before ancient times, and it was widely circulated. The eighth tribulation is said to be far longer than the nine tribulations..."

"The end of the eight tribulations, the beginning of the nine tribulations. In the chaotic era that was called the ancient times in ancient times, the spiritual tide rose again and the sea of ​​heaven reappeared, the first one to dominate the sea of ​​heaven and once overwhelmed the heavens was the demon emperor "Taiyuan"..."

The three-legged golden toad is trapped in memories.

Yu Yang touched his chin, listened to his words, and recalled it in his heart.

He was not ignorant of ancient times. He naturally had heard of the name of this demon king with such a huge reputation.

According to legend, it was born at the end of the eight kalpas, and the nine kalpas had not opened, and the spiritual qi was resurrected, and it was half the demon born to the human and Xuanju. The bloodline was quite humble and mostly disliked.

According to legend, he was only promoted to the tenth capital until his life was about to end and was unknown to the world.

But after that, it seemed as if it suddenly became clear. In just ten years, it had cultivated into the eight extremes and opened the door to the sea of ​​heaven.

After that, it was a mythical life.

The most humble half demon, he overwhelmed all races, spirits and heavens, until he became the first invincible person at the beginning of the Nine Tribulations.

However, at the beginning of the calamity, it was the time when the Tao was born. The great Tao was born and all things were thriving. After that, the heaven and earth were in turmoil for countless years.

A great master of magical powers emerged, setting off an era of lasting and endless turbulence.

It is unknown how long that period of time lasts, and no one knows how many generations of great supernatural powers have died and destroyed the Tao.

I only know that during those long years, no one really shook his majesty. Even the ancestor of Taoism in later generations was still refining alchemy for him at that time.

Until...

"The emperor was born in no time!"

When Yang Yu saw that this magic weapon became a spirit and whose thinking and emotions were very different from that of ordinary people, his whole body was trembling when he said this name.

"The world was created in the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, and the great way was born! The emperor's strength has never existed! According to legend, it was born in an ancient tomb that was nine kalpas before!

Some people say that he was born again after the eight tribulations of invincible people, and some people say that he was born of the great way and the son of the devil emperor's fortune.

Some people also say that he was born in a small way and fought from the edges of the heavens and all the worlds to the ancient tomb, and achieved perfection…”

The little toad didn't know why he had said this or didn't realize it at all, and just murmured:

"No one knows His origin, but only knows that as soon as He is born, the sky is shocked and earth is shaken! At the right time, thousands of ways droop down, endless vast sea of ​​laws, and the long river of destiny is revealed on the heavens at the same time..."

"He established himself in the tomb, invited the strong people of the heavens to come together, sat and discuss the Tao, invited the strong people to fight against the strong, and in one battle, laying the foundation for the 800 million years that will be respected by heaven and earth!"

Emperor’s name!

Yang Yu's eyes contracted in an instant, and the sky eyes were very painful as if they were burned by fire.

It seemed that for a moment, while the little toad revealed the name, he felt the void seemingly ripples.

It was faintly like the sound of water echoing in my ears and hearts, which was the fluctuation transmitted from the sea of ​​laws.

"This is……"

Yang Yu's eyelids twitched, and he then spoke and interrupted the little toad:

"What does this have to do with the saintless Taoist?"

"What is no saint...oh, no saint Taoist, yes, yes..."

The little toad came to his senses like a dream, and the mung bean's eyes turned a few times before he said:

"It's still about Him!"

"Um?"

"According to legend, the battle between heaven and earth collapsed, and thousands of ways were heard! The emperor fought with Taiyuan to the border deserts of the heavens, and finally entered the long river of fate!"

The little toad wanted to scratch his head, but his short hands couldn't reach it. It was because Yang Yu reached out and scratched it. The little guy continued:

"Listen to my master, that day, the long river of fate was fluctuating, and even attracted all kinds of incredible existences."

"There is an unknown existence and we are in the war!"

Tongyou urged him to find out, and Yang Yu felt that there was no fluctuation in the void, so he let go and ask:

"No saint Taoist?"

"have no idea!"

The little toad spreads out its short hands:

"Some people say that it was the great way to bring down the divine punishment, and some people say that it was the two invincible people who broke the time and space, and brought in the past and future disasters..."

Past and future?

Yang Yu frowned. This was beyond his perception at this time.

But he expressed doubts.

Because if the Emperor Yin could really take action across the past and future, the arrival of the great disaster would be meaningless to him.

"Anyway, Wu Sheng Taoist died in that battle. Before that, he was the famous evil god of the ancient times, and after that, only seven gourds were left..."

"Is this the origin of the saintless Taoist?"

Yu Yang was speechless.

What I asked about is the origin of the Taoist Wusheng and the Taoist Slaying Gourd. The little toad cannot say that it is incompatible with each other, or it can be said that it has nothing to do with it.

However, this mythical battle still shocked him a little.

He became enlightened in the tomb, invited to fight against the heavens, and eventually entered the long river of destiny, and even confronted the invincible people who were suspected of the past and the future to discuss the Tao.

For him at this time, this is a myth in myth.

"I haven't seen it before, how do you know?"

The little toad rolled his eyes. It was all heard from others. Seeing that Yang Yu had any objections, it snorted coldly and returned to its sleeves.

"All the catastrophes, the demon emperor Taiyuan, the emperor... the saint Taoist... this is too messy."

He gently kneaded his temples, and Yang Yu felt a little confused. He glanced at the room in the distance, and under the secluded walls were as if nothing had happened.

The shocked and sad Zhu Li had already fallen asleep in a drowsy place, holding his water hyacinth, sniffing and crying.

The little toad's words were just a few words, and he could not determine whether the little pig demon was also the Taoist symbol that the Taoist ghost wanted to return.

But he knew that this gourd would be hard to touch.

"However, it's okay to copy it by the gourd. The complete set of killing treasures is very suitable as the natal magic weapon."

Yang Yu's thoughts changed, but he closed his eyes and entered into a state of meditation, and a wisp of thought floated into the veterinary bag.

Buzz!

The race bag with sufficient spiritual energy to nourish the people is no longer what it used to be. Not only does the space inside it increase by several times, it also becomes more realistic.

"Nanling!"

The breath was weak and the tuberculosis-like Hong Faer's voice was hoarse, and his mouth and nose were smoking, but he didn't even have the energy to scold him.

All the anger was squeezed out.

Yang Yu ignored him, but with a thought, an ancient landscape painting had appeared in the void in front of him.

As if he noticed the outside gaze, the Taoist who was cross-legged under the old tree in the painting and playing with his pen holder raised his head:
Chapter completed!