In his free time, Yang Yu also reads history to relieve the fatigue of martial arts training.
In it, he saw the similarities and differences between this life and his previous life.
Needless to say, there are similarities. Similar systems will inevitably have similar events, such as dynasty changes again and again.
The difference is that this world really has traces of immortals and demons, and it has great power that is beyond the scope of ordinary people.
Because of this huge difference, dynasty changes in three thousand years of ancient history have been a cruel game that ordinary people cannot participate in.
Yes, absolutely!
In the previous life, even if you were a prince, general, or minister, you would still have a mortal body. Even a world-famous general might die at the hands of a woman.
The great emperor may also be strangled to death by palace maids or poisoned by eunuchs.
But this life is different.
A team of armored and skilled cavalry can suppress an army of tens of thousands of refugees.
A person who has successfully completed the Qi and Blood Furnace can defeat more than a thousand armored elite cavalry alone. If there are no warriors of the same level to restrain them, not only can they advance and retreat freely, but it is not a fantasy that they can be completely wiped out in one battle.
The blood exchange is so successful, how about the Grandmaster?
Grandmaster, so what?
Therefore, the Northwest Road, which has a population of hundreds of millions, originally had only 100,000 garrison troops in the city, and the remaining cities were much smaller.
It was precisely for this reason that the Gonggun princes in the court disbanded their troops, and Daojun and Emperor also acquiesced.
Behind the dismantling of the inns, the army, and the six gates is the expansion of the Shence Army, and the skyrocketing salary and silver enshrined in the imperial court.
A great master, even if he is old, is still worth winning over, especially if Li Daoren is dedicated to meditation, has no bad deeds, and is a long-standing great master who really stands at the threshold of the Martial Saint.
"I hope you can hold on longer..."
Li Taoist restrained his energy, almost in a state of suspended animation, so that he could prolong the passage of his life span, but he could not hide it from Yang Yu.
only……
"Ginseng fruit..."
Yang Yu felt bright in his heart.
In the eyes of ordinary people, he is surrounded by dangers at this time and must die, but he knows in his heart that he still has the power to break the situation.
As long as he gets the two Xingli states and the ginseng fruit, he is very sure that no martial saint would dare to set foot in at least the three states in the northwest.
However, refining the Five Zang Guan recipes is beyond imagination.
In one month, he exhausted all nine opportunities to enter the seventh refining, but he was still 'imprisoned in the painting' and could not get out.
Even though he was extremely convinced that outside the painting was the real Wanshou Mountain and the Five Internal Organs, he just couldn't take that step...
"It is really difficult to break the shackles of the scroll with your own strength. I don't know if the golden dragon scissors can break it..."
While muttering to himself, Yang Yu closed his eyes, and with a thought, in the corner of the Cauldron of Gluttony, the skin on the back of the tiger's neck with the 'Golden Dragon Cutting True Shape Picture' imprinted on it floated up.
Ginseng fruit has a huge stake, so he will naturally not give up.
This ingredient is the highest level among the ingredients he has obtained so far. It is the same level as the Five Zang Temple recipes, and is the Jiuyao level.
Perhaps, the magic weapon imprinted on it can help him break through the prison of the scroll.
He wasn't sure, but he had no choice but to try.
"It seems, almost done."
After changing his mind, Yang Yu put down the coin and left in the eyes of everyone with awe, anxiety, and fear.
In the past month, he naturally had no time to spare. Apart from discussing martial arts with Qi Daoguang, he also did not forget to absorb black stones and swallow gold and iron every day.
The accumulated energy of the Cauldron of Gluttony, thanks to his day and night efforts, was finally ready to be refined again.
Buzz~
After closing the door, Yang Yu sat cross-legged on the futon. As he swallowed each golden bean, a soft ringing sounded in his ears.
The energy storage of the Cauldron of Gluttony finally reached the limit.
Wow~
As soon as he thought about it, the skin on the back of the tiger's neck glowed with glory.
[Do you want to refine the food ingredients, tiger neck skin? 】
"Refining!"
The difference between ingredients and recipes is like the difference between a beggar and a prince, who are both the same people. The difficulty of refining them is not the same.
Being in the same ten cities, the difficulty of refining the adamantine armor is certainly not comparable to that of the 'Earth-Shaking Recipe'.
Wow!
There seemed to be the sound of a surging sea surging all around. Yang Yu looked calm and allowed the light to reach his body.
The surrounding light and shadow changed drastically, and in less than a thousandth of an instant, the strong smell of the tide rushed towards my face.
Open your eyes.
In front of us is the endless ocean, and there is no end as far as the eye can see.
Only visible clouds were billowing in the distance, and a great sun rose in the east, shining through the clouds and mist in the sky, casting endless light.
This is an island with thick bushes, forest-like peaks, and the sounds of many beasts and birds singing.
Everything is lifelike.
Without taking that step in a hurry, Yang Yu concentrated his energy and sensed his surroundings.
This is an isolated island, surrounded by the sea on all sides, and it is endless. With his eyesight, he can't see any shadow of land.
Under his concentrated perception, the sea breeze, islands, gravel, shrubs, and unknown fish and birds were all just like the outside world, without any abnormalities.
The reality of the illusion contained in this ingredient is no less than that of the Five Zang Guan recipe!
"It is indeed a Jiuyao grade ingredient..."
Yang Yu's eyes were very bright.
The more real the illusion is, the stronger the spirit of the previous owner of the ingredients is. This isolated island, vast ocean, is real and huge.
This also means that the spiritual practice of its owner is extremely high and extremely strong!
Bo~
Once you take one step forward, your perception will be completely different.
Here, Yang Yu felt a spirit that was almost different from that in the Five Zang Temple recipes, and was even much richer.
"This place was also before ancient times?"
Yang Yu's mind changed.
He tried to capture the spiritual energy, but he couldn't touch it at all. In this illusion of food, he was like a ghost, unable to touch anything concrete at all.
Naturally, it is impossible to capture spiritual energy.
"Are you also here to pay homage to Fairy Girl?"
At a certain moment, Yang Yu heard the ancient Taoist sound, turned around suddenly, and saw a young man in a large gold brocade robe appearing behind him at some point.
"No!"
As the words echoed, the ground shook and the mountains shook, a vicious wind howled in the dense bushes, and a big man stepped out, rough and unrestrained:
"A certain person is the strongman of the mountain in front of the 'Three Immortals Island', Shan."
"It turns out to be Shan Daxian!"
The young man's eyes lit up, and his voice lowered along with his spine:
"Little Ao Yu is from the Shui Tribe. Hearing that the catastrophe was coming, he was frightened and came to the Three Immortals Island to seek a good way to avoid the catastrophe..."
"Ao Yu? Never heard of it..."
The big man named Shan puffed out his nostrils and seemed to despise the young man, but he still turned around and walked towards the depths of the island:
"The three fairies are not here, but the little fairy is leaving seclusion at this moment..."
The young man was overjoyed and followed him like crazy.
The accents of the two people were very strong, and the Taoist prose they used was extremely ancient. Even though Yang Yu considered himself a master of Taoist prose, it took him a long time to understand the conversation between the two.
"Three Immortals Island? Little Fairy Girl? Mountain? Is this big man the Tiger?"
In his heart, he silently wrote down everything that the two of them talked about, and then he followed.
Different from other dead objects, these two people have barriers that are extremely difficult to break through. Yang Yu tried to touch them several times, but was isolated.
This island was much larger than he expected. The two of them walked extremely fast, with wind and thunder blowing, but it took them half a day to reach the center of the island.
This is a sacred peak cut off at the waist, no more than a hundred feet high, shrouded in clouds and mist. Inside, you can faintly see the cornices and palace palaces.
"Fairy aunt!"
At this point, the big man's voice became humble and gentle, and in the young man's eyes, he turned into a colorful civet cat and jumped into the arms of the girl in green clothes who suddenly appeared in the wind.
Yang Prison looked at it carefully.
This girl has an exquisite and perfect face, and her green skirt is shimmering. It goes without saying that she is extremely rare.
"Ao Yu?"
The girl in green clothes spoke, her voice was clear and sweet, like pearls falling on a jade plate.
"The young one is right. May I ask how you call the immortal aunt?"
Ao Yu bowed, extremely humble, and Yang Yu could see that he was in a very violent mood, and he also had deep hidden fear.
"Just call me 'Xia'. All the teachers call me that."
The girl in green clothes stretched out her hand and pointed, and a pavilion had been built from the ground, with stone tables, stone benches, and delicious food and wine.
"What kind of magical power is this?"
Yang Yu was startled. Before he could take a closer look, he heard the girl exclaim:
"Ah! I almost forgot..."
The girl named 'Xia' stretched out her hand, and a dish on the stone table disappeared, but Yang Yu could see clearly that Ao Yu's face turned pale.
"My Three Immortals Island, relying on the realm of heaven and sea, wanders in the three thousand realms of the world. Anyone who finds it can ask three times..."
The girl in the green skirt named "Xia" heard this and said:
"However, the teachers are not here and I don't practice enough. I can only reply to a question, but I may not be able to answer it yet.
But if you can’t answer, there is nothing good to give..."
She sat down, but Ao Yu did not dare to sit down. He just saluted respectfully and asked:
"The doomsday is approaching. How should we, the Shui Tribe, survive this calamity?"
"Get through this calamity..."
The girl in the green skirt paused slightly and said:
"There are many treasures in my Three Immortals Island. Whatever magic weapon you like, I will find it for you..."
"I……"
Ao Yu was struck by thunder and staggered back, her face suddenly turning pale.
After a long time, he said in a solemn voice:
"Xiangu, is it really inevitable..."
"Not to mention you, a little dragon, even the Nine Luminous Stars, the Five Directions Generals, the Twenty-Eight Constellations, the Four Heavenly Kings, the Twelve Yuan Chens, the Universal Stars, the Gods of the River and Han Dynasty, the Five Directions and the Five Elders, and..."
She didn't say the last sentence, but looked up to the sky with a complicated and sad expression:
"listen."
Um?!
Yang Yu subconsciously turned around.
boom!
There was a thunderclap in the cloudless sky.
This thunder was so terrifying that it was boundless.
The moment it exploded, Yang Yu felt his eyes go dark, and a scene that made him horrified also happened here.
This boundless sea was completely boiling at this moment, and countless seawater rose up into the sky against the current.
Rumble!
In an instant, dark clouds gathered, the light was instantly shrouded in darkness, ink filled everything, and an endless terrifying aura shrouded everything.
Faintly, Yang Yu heard a loud and mysterious divine voice:
"...At the time of the last calamity, the way of heaven collapses, all the ways fail, the way goes to the Buddha's hiding place, and the gods perish... In the name of the Great Emperor Ziweitian, I would like to convey the message to the gods of the world, the earth, the gods of mountains and rivers, and the Dragon Lord of the sea and rivers.
, the underworld god..."
"...Goodbye, Weijie!"
"Hmm?! This sound..."
Yang Yu's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but be stunned.
"ah!"
At the moment when the thunder exploded, Ao Yu had already let out a miserable howl, which then turned into a dragon's roar that resounded throughout the world.
hold head high!
The violent air waves drowned everything in an instant, causing Yang Yu, who was enveloped by the divine voice, to feel in a trance.
When he came back to his senses, he saw a golden dragon swaying in the angry sea covered by dark clouds. Its head and feet seemed to be connected to the sea and the sky.
"In the wild world, Ao Yu, the dragon king of the East China Sea, dare to ask God how he can survive until the end of the catastrophe..."