A glimpse of the whole picture can be seen.

In ancient times, or even longer years, there must be countless gods, Buddhas, immortals and demons who have exhausted their lives and exhausted them all in order to overcome the tribulation.

only……

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the throbbing, Yang Yu continued to watch.

The new handwriting must be separated from the former for endless years, because his writings have become reality.

Moreover, there were countless immortals, Buddhas, gods and demons who followed the ideas of their predecessors and walked down.

At least, when the handwriting was written, countless blessings and caves appeared in the world. It can even be said that any immortal, Buddha, gods and demons have cultivated a cave.

And the strongest one is also called...

"Thirty-six Cave Heaven!"

"Seventy-two blessed lands!"

There are only two pages to turn, but without asking, my younger brother has never read this book much.

However, Yang Yu didn't care much about it. Today's gains were already great enough.

"Chasing..."

For the first time, Yang Yu deeply felt the fear of ancient gods and demons for disasters.

This is something that is inevitable for any immortal, Buddha, god and demon.

The word "Jie" runs through the whole life.

From these two ancient scrolls, he saw the greatest pursuit of ancient immortals and Buddhas besides immortality and life...

"Not bad luck!"

...

...

Crack ~

The night has not yet faded, and the morning light has come. There are already firecrackers coming one after another in the city of Heishan.

After the middle of winter, it is the end of the year.

The small town without a curfew is very lively tonight, with lanterns hanging and firecrackers hanging out to welcome the new year last year.

Under the smoke from cooking, every household bought chicken, duck, fish and meat in a rare way. Even if they were not rich, they would grit their teeth and buy a few taels of meat.

This is even better for children. Even if the weather is still a little cold, they can't stop cheering.

The newly renovated backyard of the Land Temple is also very lively. With a tiger-headed hat, the little guy ran around happily, chasing the white dog and playing.

The old couple worshipped the gods, burned incense, and worked hard, while Qin Si was quietly accompanying him and also taking care of the little guy.

Yang Yu carried a big bag and walked around the streets accompanied by Xiao Wu, Wei He, Wang Wu, Zhu Shisan...

After walking by one family, greetings, the sky became brighter.

Bang!

Fireworks exploded in the air.

When he returned to the courtyard, listening to the little guy's giggle, looking at the busy old couple, Qin Si who was quietly accompanying him, Yang Yu felt peaceful.

After more than ten years of storms, he rarely had such a stable time. This was the first complete year he spent with his old man and mother-in-law.

Before he left Black Mountain, the old man was not here. When the old man came back, he was not here again...

"It's time to eat!"

Holding the wine and food, Grandma Yang smiled.

"Eat, eat, eat!"

The little guy learned that he was so silly that he attracted laughter.

After taking over the work from her mother-in-law, Yang Yu was also busy with his time and did not forget to greet Xiao Wu.

It was not until the neighbors came to burn incense.

The old man used to dislike someone who came to burn incense for himself, but every year during the Chinese New Year is an exception.

The villagers were willing to make good luck, and he had nothing to say, but they just accompanied him to worship him, which was always strange.

The first day of the Lunar New Year is an extremely busy day.

Yu Yang put down his chores and spent a day with his mother-in-law. After everything was done, it became dark again.

The old man was drunk and slept in a speechless manner. His mother-in-law rarely complained, but instead scrubbed him.

"Eight and Nine Profound Art..."

After gently closing the door, Yang Yu let out a breath of turbid air, his eyes clear.

At this moment, seven days have passed since he entered the Nine Nine Profound Art Realm. During this period, he tried to refine the recipe for watching the Five Internals.

However, the tomb guard who was suspected to be Qingfeng had extremely powerful methods and returned without success as before.

And this also made him temporarily give up his thoughts about "a great capture of innate energy"...

As usual, he released the ghost baby and asked him to drive the five ghosts to protect himself. He called Jing Yi to wait outside the courtyard before he calmed down and sat cross-legged.

The eight or nine mysterious skills are not magical powers, but they are better than magical powers.

The difference is that it does not require specific Taoist fruits to practice.

The fundamental reason for practicing this mysterious skill is to choose a magical power, Taoist fruit, as the medium that carries the "yin and yang energy".

"Tongyou, purple gold swallowing evil treasure gourd..."

The moment he closed his eyes, Yang Yu did not hesitate. With a thought, the purple gold gourd in the Gluttony Cauldron had already risen to mid-air tremblingly.

In the past three months, he traveled hundreds of miles and collected all the lonely souls inside and outside Montenegro.

If you want to use it at this moment, you naturally have to first refine the lonely soul inside it into a sacrifice to the "yin ghost".

Buzz ~

As his thoughts moved, the seal of suppressing evil trembled, and a faint red light appeared, which had already included all the lonely souls. In a vague form another ghost.

"The Yin pole is eight, the Yang pole is nine, and eighty-nine is the extreme of yin and yang... and exhaust the extreme of yin and yang, and control the changes of all qi, so it can change thousands of times..."

The scriptures of the Eight Nine Profound Kung Fu flow through my heart.

Yang Yu concentrated his mind and used his secrets to move the purple gold gourd. Gradually, he felt the pulse of his mind.

The eight or nine mysterious skills were created by Taoist Yuyu who asked his master to accept the answer to inherit the methods of the descendants of the future generations.

The threshold is extremely low, and it can even be said that anyone who has a rank can get started, let alone Yang Yu, who is at the rank of the extreme rank?

But he was still very cautious.

While closing his eyes, through Tongyou, he felt two airflows that coexisted with coldness and warmth in the depths of his soul.

The air flow is different and slowly divides, flows, and pulsates with the operation of the eight or nine mysterious skills...

Gradually, Yang Yu's mind was drifting, as if falling into a cloud.

In a trance, he seemed to hear a great divine voice preaching in his ears, which seemed to contain the wonders of heaven and earth, but it was also plausible and unpredictable.

when!

It seemed like a moment, and it seemed like a long time later, a roar sounded in his ears.

【Eight and Nine Profound Arts (Not the First Level of the Genre)】

boom!

The moment he entered the soul, Yang Yu felt his mind tremble, and an invisible aura was keenly noticed by him.

This is,

"Chasing Qi!"

A hint of enlightenment arose in his heart:
Chapter completed!