"Heavenly Court, Yuanshi, Hongjun, thousands of years later, I, Yang Yu, let you all go to reincarnation!"

Yang Yu's eyes were filled with cold colors. Looking at the cloudless blue sky, his voice opened with a faint voice.

His master died in order to prevent Yang Yu from being chased by the immortals in the Heavenly Court and the clones of Yuanshi Tianzun.

He forced himself to refine ten great Luodans in a hundred years, hoping to save Yang Yu's life.

And his master fell directly from the realm of a saint who only had six people in the prehistoric world to the realm of a quasi-saint. From now on, he will not have the same reputation in the prehistoric world.

All of this was because of the Heavenly Court, Yuanshi Tianzun, and Hongjun was forced to force Yang Yu again and again, which made me do this.

Finally, Yang Yu left there, with a cold look flashing in his eyes, and flew directly to Fangcunshan, without saying a word on the way.

Yang Yu had only been flying for less than two or three days before he stepped on the quiet path in Fangcun Mountain again.

Step by step to the top of the mountain, and seeing that it was still like a dilapidated place, Yang Yu shook his head. It seemed that there were still no disciples here, and Sun Wukong still did not appear.

"Dongdongdongdong..."

A few minutes later, Yang Yu appeared again in front of the small thatched hut where Bodhi Patriarch lived. After a hundred years, he knocked on the door of this strange man again.

"Yang Yu is here?"

Inside the thatched hut, the voice of Bodhi Patriarch was heard, with a hint of smile.

"No." Yang Yu spoke, shook his head and replied.

"Squeak..."

The door of the thatched hut was opened, and Master Bodhi stepped out of it, looked at Yang Yu, and said with a smile, "Oh, I forgot that you are not called Yang Yu now, but Shantideva."

"Teacher." Yang Yu spoke, looked at Master Bodhi, and bowed.

"What's wrong, even if you are killed by the Heavenly Court, you don't have to be so evil, right?"

Looking at Yang Yu, Master Bodhi shook his head and said, saying very earnestly.

"I have to do this." Yang Yu spoke and said coldly.

"What's going on?" Looking at Yang Yu, Master Bodhi became more and more curious.

"Teacher, he is no longer a saint."

Yang Yu looked at Master Bodhi, and the evil spirit in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and his eyes were about to turn into blood.

"The Supreme One is not a saint? Why did you say this?" Master Bodhi frowned, and looked at his murderous intent with awe-inspiring heart, and a look of doubt rose in his heart.

"Look." Yang Yu took out the Daluo Dan, looked at the Bodhi Patriarch, and said coldly.

"Darulan?"

Bodhi Patriarch glanced at him and frowned. After more than ten minutes, he immediately looked at Yang Yu in surprise.

"Teacher, I now understand what you said to me."

Yang Yu spoke and looked at Master Bodhi, with a cold look in his eyes.

"Sit down and chat. Seeing you like this, if you don't enlighten you, I really don't know what you will do later."

Bodhi Patriarch sighed helplessly and took Yang Yu to the stone table beside him.

After sitting down together, Master Bodhi looked at Yang Yu and said, "What did you say back then?"

"My future is destined to be stained with blood, divine blood, immortal blood, Buddha blood, demon blood..."

Yang Yu spoke, and the murderous intent in his eyes was boiling.

"This is not your original fate, it's just that a narrow-minded person repeatedly forced you to embark on the path you are now."

Looking at Yang Yu, Master Bodhi spoke, with a deep look of disdain and a look of contempt in his eyes.

"So, my future will not only be stained with divine blood, immortal blood, Buddha blood, and demon blood, and I should add one more,"

Yang Yu smiled coldly, his eyes full of cold expressions.

"What blood?" Bodhi Patriarch frowned.

"Blood of Heaven!"

Yang Yu spoke in a very plain tone, but the murderous intent made Master Bodhi, the powerful man, feel a little fur on his back.

"It should be Hongjun's blood, right?" Looking at Yang Yu, Master Bodhi spoke, wanting to correct Yang Yu's words.

"No, it is the blood of the heavenly way. In a thousand years, this heavenly way will be killed by me!"

Yang Yu spoke, and the cold color in his eyes became more and more intense.

"Zheng!"

However, the moment Yang Yu said this, a murderous sound suddenly rose above the sky in Fangcun Mountain.

It was as if the sky was about to descend to a great killing, and it was necessary to use the murderous intent of the heavenly way to wipe out Yang Yu.

"If you have the ability, just do it!"

Without waiting for the Bodhi Patriarch to take action, Yang Yu stood up and looked at the sky. The long black hair turned into blood red in an instant, and the pair of eyes became like blood gems.

In an instant, there was a shocking murderous intent in Yang Yu's body and rushed straight into the sky. Behind Yang Yu, a bloody color appeared like a mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

"Zheng!"

The sky was shaking. In the blue sky, it seemed as if there were divine weapons of the heavens. The killing artifact was about to fall and Yang Yu was nailed to death on the spot.

"Believe it or not, I will be stained with the blood of the way of heaven today."

Yang Yu looked at the blue sky and spoke in a very plain tone, but in Yang Yu's body, an increasingly terrifying murderous intent soared into the sky.

And in Yang Yu's body, it seemed as if something was about to wake up. Although no one could feel it, Yang Yu's murderous intent still had a faint aura.

After more than ten minutes, Yang Yu kept looking at the sky, and in the blue sky, there was no sound. The sound of the sound of killing as if the heavenly way of death had completely disappeared.

"Okay, sit down, your murderous intention is too heavy now."

Bodhi Patriarch spoke, looked at Yang Yu, and a green light shot out from his hand and penetrated into Yang Yu's body. The sound seemed to have a Sanskrit sound, comforting the murderous intent in Yang Yu's heart.

"call……"

Yang Yu let out a heavy breath of turbid air, and the eyes returned to their original appearance. Yang Yu's hair also returned to black.

"It seems that the future I have calculated is that you are destined to be bloody, and I have really made the calculation correct..."

Bodhi Patriarch spoke and said with a little self-deprecating, but in fact he didn't want to see this scene.

"Teacher, then you are calculating." Yang Yu spoke and said calmly.

"Do you need it?" said Bodhi Patriarch shook his head.

"Tell me, I believe in my future and the fate of those people." Yang Yu nodded and said.

"Okay." Bodhi Patriarch nodded, and then began to calculate with his fingers.

Half an hour later, Master Bodhi paused slightly pale, and his eyes looked at Yang Yu with a deep solemn expression.

"How?" Yang Yu asked, his eyes very calm.

Bodhi Patriarch spoke with a hint of tremolo and said only seven words: "From now on, there will be no immortals in the world!"

"If I am immortal in the fairy sky, all the heavens will be full of stars today.

I turned into the demon world, and from then on there will be no immortals in the world."

Yang Yu spoke, and said with a very plain expression.

Although he was just a Daluo Golden Immortal, his strength did not reach an absolute peak.

However, Yang Yu was not afraid, because since Yang Yu dared to say such words, he was not afraid of not being able to do it.

Just because he is Yang Yu, he is Emperor Jitian!

"I didn't agree with what you said, when I heard it just now."

Looking at Yang Yu, Master Bodhi spoke, with a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

Because Yang Yu's future is even more turbulent, and in his deduction, it is almost full of sorrow and no joy.

Yang Yu's future is destined to be stained with blood, all kinds of blood, and the blood of all living beings in the prehistoric world!

And Yang Yu was indeed sitting alone in the blue sky forever. The lonely back was exactly the same as the lonely back that Yang Yu had taken one step to the dark in the image.

"Of course I don't care. After all, I am just a Daluo Golden Immortal, and the gods and Buddhas in the heavens have saints in charge, and there is even a Hongjun behind him."

Yang Yu smiled and spoke, with a cold murderous intent flashing in his eyes. Those people are now Yang Yu's life and death enemies.

"In your future, you will be lonely, desolate and tragic. Not to mention an immortal, even I have turned into a wisp of spirit in the world."

Bodhi Patriarch spoke, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes. Yang Yu's future was full of great horror.

In his calculations, Yang Yu's future was as if it had been destroyed in the prehistoric world, which was a sign of miserable bloody turmoil.

"You... have also fallen?" Yang Yu frowned. He wanted to kill the world and the world, but he did not include the people he cared about.

"It's gone, it's gone..." said Bodhi Patriarch shook his head.

"Impossible, I won't be like this. What's going on?" Yang Yu looked at Master Bodhi and frowned deeply.
To be continued...