only……

“How to climb a mountain…”

"Qua!"

When Yang Yu was thinking, the three-legged golden toad began to struggle in his sleeves again, wanting to come out:

"Boy, let the ancestor go out!"

Since he came to this mysterious realm, the restlessness of the three-legged golden toad has increased day by day. Due to his own limitations, Yang Yu had not let it go before.

"Qua!"

Jumping out of the sleeve robe, the little guy was so angry that he was so angry that Yang Yu fed a lot of spiritual energy, but he could not calm his resentment.

This little toad with a string is really angry:

"If you imprison the ancestor again, the ancestor would rather die than bear you... Alas? This, this, this..."

The furious little toad was completely stunned when he felt the world outside.

Immediately, tears couldn't stop flowing out:

"This, this is the breath of the Nine Tribulations..."

The scene was hurt, and the little toad cried loudly, but he couldn't stop it. Yang Yu was also moved and couldn't help but persuade:

"This is just an illusion. You can't be chased by death, so don't be too sad..."

"Ga!"

The crying stopped abruptly, and the little toad froze in place. After a while, he murmured dejectedly:

"Can't go back, can't go back..."

It swayed in dismay for a while, but it was only half-pulled with its brain. Its emotions came and went quickly.

After a while, after feeding a few wisps of spiritual qi, I still forgot the sadness and looked around carefully.

Finally, I jumped high and looked from afar and recognized something:

"Is this, Guanjiang?"

"You've been here?"

Widths of refined spiritual qi were shot to the little toad, and Yang Yu asked.

"Guanjiang!"

Squatting on Yang Yu's shoulder, the little toad fell into memories:

"This is Guanjiang! The place where the God of Justice is enlightened..."

The little toad recognized Guanjiang and also remembered many secrets from ancient times, but it did not know much.

Its spiritual intelligence was born after the end of the ancient catastrophe. These memories were left behind by its predecessor, so naturally they would not be detailed.

but……

"The immortal and magical illusion left by the God of Justice...you, you..."

‘You’d been in a long time until Yang Yu pretended to get up and the two mountains reappeared, and the little toad came back to his senses in horror:

"You are chosen by the Judicial Heavenly Lord?!"

The little toad naturally has some understanding of the fantasy of immortals and magic. Before ancient times, there was never a shortage of such fantasy.

Many scattered immortals can only achieve success by obtaining the inheritance left by their predecessors in such illusions.

“How to say it?”

Yang Yu felt more and more lacking. He asked countless questions this day and night.

"...This kind of immortal and magical illusion will last forever. Every once in a while, the spiritual energy accumulation will be opened, but most people cannot reach the core of the illusion..."

The little toad was too surprised and blurted out without even mentioning the conditions:

"And once you are selected and become the Lord of the Illusion, it means that the opportunity to refine this Illusion and obtain the inheritance..."

The little toad was very anxious and terrifying.

"So, after choosing me in this illusion, I am the only one who is qualified to obtain the possible inheritance within this illusion?"

Yu Yang understood a little.

When Hong Faer saw him, she felt like she had a deep hatred, but I was afraid that it was because of this.

After all, Wan Yao Cave discovered this illusion nine thousand years ago. Although it is not allowed to be admitted, it has long regarded this illusion as a forbidden body...

"That's not true. If you die, naturally, fortunately, others will become 'illusion walking'..."

The emotions fluctuated several times, and the little toad calmed down. Seeing Yang Yu, who was pressed by two mountains and unable to move, he was immediately gloating:

"If you want to receive inheritance, you will be subject to great importance! If you cannot do what the Lord of the Illusion has done, then you will not only not be able to obtain inheritance, but will also be suppressed until the end of this Illusion..."

Yang Yu suffered, and the little toad seemed very happy:

"I deserve it! Who made you imprison your ancestor for so long? Even if you are in the Tenth Capital of the Great Dao, even if you have the Heavenly Eye, and even if you have the magical powers of crossing the two realms, what can you do?

How can you do what the God of Justice does? I’m afraid, you don’t even know what you do…”

Of course, Yang Yu would not fight against this brain-deficient magic weapon spirit. He gloated for a long time before he said:

"What you said is to carry the mountains and chase the sun, or to carry the grass and measure the sky?"

"You know this too?"

The little toad jumped suddenly.

"A little bit of it."

Yang Yu smiled slightly:

"But there are still more than you."

"Pooh!"

Yang Yu didn't even modify the very clumsy provocation method, but this little guy certainly took this trick and was so angry that he jumped:

"The emperor ordered the 'Tianpeng' to bring the 'Rules' and 'Lu' to suppress the gods in Guanjiang. The mountains are higher than the sky, and the gods pull weeds to measure the sky..."

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The little toad reacted and exploded, his cheeks bulged, and all the spiritual energy that had accumulated for many years turned into saliva and sprayed out.

call!

When the strong wind blew, the sticky saliva rolled back, spraying the little toad on its head and face.

Before it could jump again, Yang Yu had already put it in his sleeves again.

Of course he didn't want to imprison this little guy, but the spirit of magic weapon was naturally incomplete.

For example, once this little toad is released, it is afraid it will be captured in a few days.

"The mountains are higher than the sky, so if you take the grass to measure the sky... in this way?"

Yu Yang's brows stretched.

After comparing several parties, he already knew the key to refining this node.

“Catch the grass…”

Yang Yu muttered to himself, and suddenly his palm flipped, and the eight drops of blood refined from the Samadhi True Fire had already shined with bright light.

Thousands of drops of essence and blood turned into a drop. These drops of blood have the ability to change and change with his thoughts.

One of the drops of blood had fallen to the ground, and only rolled, and had limbs and heads. After shaking, they had grown to about three inches tall.

"go!"

The villain jumped up, and Yang Yu asked him to leap with his strength. With a long roar, he gave birth to wings, turned into a goshawk, and flew up.

Yang Yu concentrated on his mind and felt that the villain was transformed by his essence and blood, and naturally his mind was connected, but soon, he frowned:

"No!"

Extending his hand and taking the blood drops that had been re-deepened, Yang Yu shook his head slightly.

Of course, a drop of blood cannot possess the power of a human and immortal. Even if it has the ability to change, it still has its limits.

These two sacred mountains have endless oppression. The higher they go, the stronger the oppression becomes. They only fly over three thousand feet and are exhausted...

"What's special about this grass?"

Yu Yang pulled out a piece of grass. This was not the first time he pulled out a piece of weed, but no matter how he looked, it was just an ordinary grass...

“Try to pick it up?”

There seemed to be no other choice. Yang Yu bounced his fingers and dripping blood flew out, including the seven or eight drops of ever-changing blood, which were all nourished by spiritual qi and turned into a faceless villain.

Then, we began to pull weeds and connect...

During this process, Yang Yu was always paying close attention, but he still found nothing unusual...
To be continued...