Great Dao Ji

Buzz~

A wave of movement was stirred in the perspective.

The invisible and intangible spiritual power trembled slightly, outlining the outline of the human skin scroll in An Qisheng's perspective.

As An Qisheng's spiritual power increased, his visualization ability increased day by day.

In a moment, he could already outline the outlines of other objects in his mind.

If he were this master, he would not leave a human skin with nothing in it for no reason. There was absolutely no way that there was nothing in this human skin.

As his mind moved, the human skin scroll in the perspective began to tremble.

"Huh?"

An Qisheng's heart moved, and he opened his eyes, only to see that the human skin scroll was wriggling as if it had life.

Lines of text gradually emerged:

"Seven hundred years, seven hundred years! Finally, someone finally discovered, finally someone discovered this seat"

This did not seem to be the text left behind.

Instead, something in this human skin scroll was talking

Somewhat interesting.

An Qisheng's eyes flashed.

Sure enough, the words on the human skin scroll changed again:

"You kid! Have the eight great military masters appeared in the world now?"

"Kid?"

An Qisheng suppressed the surprise in his heart and said lightly:

"What are you?"

The human skin scroll paused slightly, as if it could not understand An Qisheng's reaction. Then, as the human skin scroll squirmed, the words on it changed again:

"I am Da Motian!"

"Dah Motian?"

An Qisheng stroked his long beard with his hands, his eyes flickering: "Never heard of it."

"Never heard of it?!"

The words on the human skin scroll suddenly became sloppy:

"Only seven hundred years, only seven hundred years"

An Qisheng pinched the increasingly shiny and translucent human skin and said:

"I am not interested in who you are. I am more curious about what you are and what is the reason for your existence"

A conscious human skin scroll?

How does it retain this consciousness?

Immortal spirit?

Primordial spirit?

Or something else?

"My divine veins are complete, my body will perish but my will will live forever, immortal and indestructible!"

The words on the human skin scroll are written in a flowing manner, containing a strong will that makes people afraid.

"After the spirit reaches a certain level, it can exist without the body? This is somewhat similar to the Yuanshen in the legend of the previous life."

An Qisheng looked at the human skin scroll thoughtfully.

His spirit is very sensitive, and he naturally knows that it is not the sheepskin scroll that speaks, but one of the invisible and intangible spiritual imprints.

However, a simple spirit can exist without a support.

It should rely on the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, not that his spirit can really reach this level.

However, if the spirit can survive for seven hundred years without the body, this spiritual imprint is naturally extremely powerful.

"Dao Yi Tu"

With a thought, An Qisheng communicated with the Dao Yi Tu in the depths of his soul:

"Can this human skin scroll be converted into Dao power?"

Om~

In the depths of the soul, Dao Yi Tu trembled slightly, and light flowed like water:

[Discover Dao power, do you want to convert it? 】

"You! What did you do?!!"

Almost at the same time, the words on the human skin scroll suddenly became extremely sloppy, and the consciousness was extremely shocked.

At this moment, it felt endless terror, as if life and death were out of its control.

"No."

Looking at the extremely sloppy words, An Qisheng thought seriously and did not choose to convert the power of Tao.

In the Jiufu Realm, the most attractive to him are naturally the Qi and Shenmai.

He has fought many Qimai masters, and although there are still secrets, he has basically understood them. Only this Shenmai, he has never met one so far.

There is no way to guess, no way to know.

After all, the vastness of the Jiufu Realm is far greater than that of Xuanxing, and the population is also more than that of Xuanxing. It is not an easy thing to meet those masters.

This human skin scroll is suspected to be the remnant of the Shenmai, and it seems to know the eight great heavenly weapons. It is a pity that it was squeezed dry.

"You, what is your method? Who are you?"

The horror faded, and words immediately appeared on the human skin roll.

An Qisheng ignored it, rolled it up and stuffed it into his sleeve.

"Master."

Tieshan strode over and buried the three people.

"Let's go."

An Qisheng took a deep look at a forest in the dark night, turned around and left.

Tieshan thought about it and followed quickly.

In a forest not far from here.

The group fell into silence.

After a long silence, a hoarse voice sounded:

"Xue Chaoyang, he died unjustly"

The moonlight flowed, and in the crimson night, a thin man stood with a knife in his arms, looking straight at the ruins in the distance under the night, his face solemn.

Hearing the hoarse voice, he turned to look at another cold middle-aged man in black clothes and asked:

"Tong Luyang, if it were you, how many moves would it take to kill these three people?"

The black-clothed middle-aged Tong Luyang was silent for a moment, then spoke hoarsely:

"Although these three people have only condensed the Qi channels of the small Zhoutian, if the three of them join forces, I can't kill all three unless they fight to the death with me."

"You are right. Although there is a difference in the Qi channels of the big and small Zhoutian, Qi channels are Qi channels after all. Killing three people so cleanly and neatly, Xue Chaoyang and Tuoba deserved their deaths."

The thin swordsman nodded slightly:

"However, the strength he showed this time is not enough to be on par with Yun Haitian. Decades ago, Yun Haitian ran for tens of thousands of miles and broke through the innate defense lines of the seven energy channels. He killed one of them alive and seriously injured four others. Have enough energy to escape from the hands of King Chi Lian."

"Fang Yuhong, what do you want to say?"

Tong Luyang frowned slightly.

"What I mean is that although this person's martial arts skills are superior to mine, he is not as invincible as Yun Haitian."

Fang Yuhong stood with his sword in his arms, his eyes dim:

"So, I don't think we are in a hurry to close the net. It is better to release the news and use his hands to disrupt the martial arts world and eliminate these restless martial arts masters."

"You're playing with fire."

Tong Luyang's eyes narrowed and he didn't want to agree:

"Although Yun Haitian is extremely powerful, his path forward has been cut off, but this person's path forward is not yet cut off! If he kills martial arts masters along the way and gathers momentum to advance to the divine vein in one fell swoop, then we will be unable to control him!"

"Divine Veins?"

Fang Yuhong sneered again and again:

"This old Taoist priest is already ninety-three this year. There is no such thing as a late bloomer! Even if he possesses the spirit-stealing demon skill, it is wishful thinking to use the inner energy of others to condense the divine veins!"

"The Soul-Seizing Demon Technique was something from seven hundred years ago. We still don't know if it is the same as those of the Six Hell Demon Sects that seize other people's internal energy. If it has the ability to purify internal energy?"

Tong Luyang still had some doubts.

It was already 700 years ago that the Demonic Soul-Seizing Technique was revealed, and there is not much information about this Demonic Technique. However, after all, the Master Soul-Seizing Demonic Technique was someone who had fought against the War Master, so he must have achieved the divine veins. .

"There are many forests in the world, and the population is tens of billions. The masters are like crucian carps crossing the river, but there are only a few with divine veins. Although this old Taoist priest has had adventures, there are not a few in the world who can compare with the spirit-stealing demon technique!"

Fang Yuhong's eyes were light:

"How many divine veins are there?"

Tong Luyang frowned slightly:

"Are you jealous?"

"Jealous? What a joke!"

Fang Yuhong sneered, with fear and disdain:

"Human spirit is as young as the rising sun, middle age is like the red sun in the sky, and old age is like the setting sun! The older you get, the smaller the chance of being promoted to a divine vein! Is this old man old enough to achieve a divine vein when he is buried?"

"Master Catcher said that you are in charge of this operation, so you have the final say."

Tong Luyang shook his head slightly, tentatively agreeing.

Without him, he and the people led by Fang Yuhong would be able to protect themselves. However, if they wanted to capture and kill the old Taoist priest, the chances of winning were not great.

Although they have a trump card, but what the old Taoist priest shows must be all?

"These people are really cautious."

In the night, An Qisheng paused and felt the breath behind him move away.

As early as half a month ago, he discovered the person following him.

It's just that this group of people was very cautious, never getting close, and always keeping a safe distance. If they walked, they would walk, and if they stopped, they would stop.

Whenever they showed signs of turning back, they fled far away.

This time, he thought that those people would take advantage of Feng Zhenzong and others to take action together, but unexpectedly, they still didn't show up.

"The one following behind should be Fang Yuhong."

Tieshan suddenly spoke with a hint of disgust:

"This Fang Yuhong is a man of luxury and luxury. His home is magnificent, he has beautiful wives and concubines, and he has dozens of children!"

The six famous arresters in the six gates are each different. Xue Chaoyang is alone, while Fang Yuhong has a group of wives and concubines.

These two people are also regarded as the least threatening people.

Because of Fang Yuhong's dozens of heirs, almost none of them remained in his house. Almost all of them were driven out of the house by him, and they were not concerned about life or death.

He is a truly heartless person.

He is also the person he hates the most.

"Fang Yuhong"

An Qisheng was thoughtful.

Naturally, he also knew some of the famous arrests in Liumen.

Fang Yuhong was considered the most ruthless person among them. He killed far less people than Xue Chaoyang, but his reputation was much more evil than Xue Chaoyang.

"This person is good at tracking. Very few of the people he targets can escape his tracking."

Tieshan shook his head slightly.

"If you are good at tracking, let him follow."

An Qisheng smiled and didn't seem to care.

With a thought in mind, he asked:

"I wonder if you have heard of the Skyscraper"

Along the way, the roll of human skin he carried in his sleeve never rested at ease, squirming crazily to get his attention.

"Big Skyscraper?"

There was a pause at the foot of Iron Mountain, and his expression changed slightly:

"Taoist Priest, where did you hear this name?"

"I heard it by chance. Have you heard of this name?"

An Qisheng's eyes lit up.

Although he has the ability to enter dreams and has also dreamed of Iron Mountain, he has not remembered all his memories. This is unnecessary and meaningless.

After all, a large amount of useless memory is also a burden on the brain.

"I have seen the name Da Ferris in the six-door document library."

Tieshan fell into thinking.