Great Dao Ji

Huhuhu~~~

On the official road, smoke and dust were billowing for more than ten feet, and an old Taoist in white robes came astride a horse, which was indescribably strange and inconsistent.

Therefore, this person attracted the attention of everyone present as soon as he appeared.

The tense atmosphere in front of the Xiayi Gate was actually broken just like that.

"Who is this? What do you want to do when you come here at this time?"

In front of the Xiayi Gate, many martial arts people looked at each other.

Of course they could see that this old Taoist priest was old and frail, and his internal strength was not strong. He was probably not even a third-rate person in the world.

The red horse, on the other hand, was very majestic and majestic. It was the only horse galloping, but it had the momentum of thousands of horses galloping together.

This is a top-grade dragon horse, nothing more than that.

It really counts as a BMW.

"Um?"

Feng Qingxuan, who had wiped out half an inch with the long knife, heard the sound of horse hooves coming towards him. He didn't know what he thought of. He let go of his hand and dropped the long knife into the scabbard.

"Late?"

An Qisheng glanced at everyone present indifferently.

Without stopping on anyone, he looked straight at Yundongliu, who was surrounded by several people in the dust in the corner of the wall and was stunned and speechless, as if he was in a daze.

He knew Yun Dongliu's original life trajectory, but he only became a demon after a year.

Now, it seems that the changes are brought about by oneself?

So that unpredictable changes have occurred?

Xilulu~

The red horse stopped with a long neigh, and the turbulent air roared and dispersed, filling the air with dust and scattering several people around it.

After the Chivalrous Sect disciples subconsciously stepped back, they wanted to step forward, but for some reason, when they saw the ordinary old Taoist priest, they felt weak in their hearts.

The raised knife hesitated to swing out.

An Qisheng didn't care about the crowd's gaze, turned over and dismounted, with his big sleeves fluttering, he landed in front of Yundong Liu.

At this time, everyone saw that the old Taoist priest was holding a weak child.

Red horse, veteran, child.

This scene made many martial arts people before the Chiayi Sect feel a little funny.

Only Yun Haitian, Wu Shuang, and Feng Qingxuan kept their eyes on An Qisheng. Faintly, the three of them seemed to be able to feel the tyrannical power hidden under the aging skin that made them all look at him.

Like an unparalleled evil demon wearing human skin.

"Taoist Priest?"

Yun Dongliu slowly raised his head, there was no movement in his dull eyes, only red tears were flowing down.

The whole person's spirit has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The high spirits that he once had were gone, leaving only a feeling of despair, pain and despair.

"Soul-stealing magic?"

An Qisheng glanced at him and his spirit moved slightly.

From the time when many suffering masters came to the Chivalry Gate to question him, to when Yun Dongliu made a surprise attack on Yun Haitian, and then when Yun Haitian made a move to repel the woman in red, all the events of Feng Qingxuan's visit to the house were already flowing smoothly in his mind.

Naturally, Yun Dongliu could not detect when someone was plotting against him.

It's just that this soul-stealing technique is actually the secret martial arts of the White Lotus Demon Sect.

"It's not a big deal."

An Qisheng put down Sun En in his arms and handed it to Yun Dongliu:

"Take care of this kid for me."

His voice was gentle, but with an extremely soft spiritual aura, which easily soothed Yun Dongliu's traumatized soul.

Yun Dongliu felt a warm current in his heart, like the sun shining through the darkness. His body shook and he gained some strength.

He raised his head with a complex expression, looked at the old face in front of him, and an impulse suddenly arose in his heart:

"Fate exists, people exist."

"good!"

An Qisheng patted his shoulder, straightened up, and said lightly:

"Leave the rest to me!"

His voice was neither high nor low, and he had no intention of hiding anything or boasting, but everyone who heard this subconsciously believed it.

Then he reacted and was shocked.

This person's contagious power was so powerful that even they were unintentionally infected.

Who is this old Taoist priest?

Once he spoke, no one would think that he was an ordinary old man.

But there are no masters in the world who have no background. How can such a powerful appeal be unknown?

Buzz~

And as An Qisheng straightened up again, the countless eyes that were watching him all changed.

It's just a trivial action like bending down to put down the child, and then straightening up.

But in their eyes, there was an indescribable and vigorous energy that burst out from the decaying body, rising vigorously, like substantial smoke.

The world between heaven and earth seemed to become extremely hot all of a sudden, and many people couldn't help but sweat, as if they were being roasted by a big furnace.

In an instant, his temperament changed drastically.

He still looks old, but his temperament has undergone earth-shaking changes.

As straight as a divine dragon in Tengyuan, or as a golden-winged roc spreading its wings.

The sudden change in momentum left everyone stunned.

Any successful master of martial arts has his own will brewing in his heart. That is where my heart is, a powerful will that cannot be changed by the sun, moon, universe, heaven, earth and stars!

It's just that the performance may be different.

An Qi spends his life warming up his body and clarifying his mind, but that doesn't mean he is a kind person.

It was not the case in the previous life, it was not the case in this life, it was not the case in Xuanxing, and it was also not the case in this Jiufu world!

Just like the giant monster in the novel who wears human skin, once it takes off its human skin, it will reveal its infinite violence!

"This person"

Wushuang's pupils shrank not far away.

In the White Lotus Heart Sutra that she practiced, the 'spirit' was the most important, so she was also the most sensitive to all external things.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that the world became brighter, and the already hot air became even hotter.

The strength of the 'spirit' of the person who came made her feel incredible.

The strength of Yun Haitian's 'spirit' had already made her feel incredible, and the 'spirit' of the person who came was also so strong.

Are these old guys so strong?

You must know that the strength of the 'spirit' is also closely related to martial arts and physical strength. It is not that the longer you live, the stronger the 'spirit' will be. On the contrary, as the body decays, the 'spirit' will also wear out.

How come these old guys all have such strong 'spirits'?

Using 'spirits' to influence so many people, even causing changes in the celestial phenomena in their hearts, this degree has almost exceeded the scope of qi and meridians.

In her perception, the old Taoist priest was like a blazing sun, emitting unimaginable light and heat.

The aura around him was even more exciting, with five colors flowing and ten colors interweaving, dazzling and incredible.

She had never felt this kind of feeling on anyone before.

"Soul-stealing Technique"

An Qisheng's eyes swept through the crowd and fixed on Wushuang, who was outside the crowd, wearing a red dress and looked like a fairy.

He stepped closer slowly and calmly.

Da~ Da~

The low and crisp footsteps like drumbeats rose in the hearts of many people.

They only felt that an invisible aura had enveloped the world. Every time the footsteps sounded, their heartbeats would vibrate, as if every step was stepping on their hearts.

This sense of dislocation made them feel uncomfortable and wanted to vomit blood.

He had not slacked off in the journey for more than a month, and was even more diligent than before.

In the passenger ship on the Dalong River, he condensed the heart and lung meridians, exhaled like a sword, and his qi and blood rose again. His physique took another step beyond the limit.

After many days of chasing in the mountains of Liangzhou, he swallowed all the pills. After many days of grinding, he not only penetrated the meridians of the five internal organs, but also the meridians of the limbs, torso, eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

Now, he only needs to enter the brain, and his Qi channels will be complete.

For the control of the body, true Qi, and even the subtle spiritual control, they have reached an unprecedented peak.

As he moved his feet, the ripples of the invisible force spread out, and everyone's location, strength, hostility, and even every move flowed through his mind.

Truly all-round without dead angles.

"An Qisheng! Blood Demon An Qisheng!"

Suddenly, there was a cry of surprise from the crowd, and someone guessed An Qisheng's identity.

Second on the Earth List.

Blood Demon An Qisheng, the owner of the Soul-stealing Demonic Art!

Everyone present was shocked. Before Feng Qingxuan started this turmoil, this person had caused a great storm in the martial arts world.

The death of five or six masters who had condensed their qi channels and had been famous for many years, such as Xue Chaoyang, Tuoba Chongguang, Feng Zhenzong, and Yun Tang, supported his title of the second place on the Earth List.

Almost no one present had seen him, but no one had not heard of this name!

"The second place on the Earth List? Blood Demon An Qisheng"

As everyone's expressions changed, only Feng Qingxuan's eyes lit up slightly. Under the raised cloak, his slender five fingers had already grasped the long sword.

As An Qisheng stepped forward, he finally felt the opportunity as his strong momentum rolled.

"I didn't expect that an old man would have such momentum"

As his black clothes fluttered, Feng Qingxuan's eyes seemed to be burning with flames.

As the long sword on his waist moved inch by inch, an extremely sharp aura rose from his body layer by layer, as if it was going to rise straight into the sky.

"What a pity"

Feng Qingxuan's long hair was flying, like a flame jumping, and the endless surging sword light rolled out with the sound waves in an instant:

"You are too old"

Boom!

The sound of the sword roared like a thunderstorm!

The bright sword light cut through the sky in an instant, and the airflow torn by the endless sharpness made a wailing sound like a dragon roar and a tiger roar, and then surrounded the sword light like a stream of air.

A sword was crisscrossed, and the light was bright within a hundred feet. Even the many martial artists who were watching this scene closely felt that their eyes were blurred and they could no longer see anything.

As soon as the bright sword light rose, there was a rolling wind and airflow that raised endless dust.

Countless martial artists felt a chill in their eyebrows, as if an extreme sharp edge was about to pierce through their eyebrows, and they couldn't help but be shocked.

Such a sword light is almost divine!

With a sword slash, Feng Qingxuan felt the long-lost hearty and refreshing feeling.

In this strike, all his thoughts, spirit, and spirit were vented to the greatest extent.

This was almost the strongest strike he had ever made!

He looked up.

He saw the old Taoist priest in white robes, bathed in the light of the sword, suddenly stopped in the midst of the sword light.

Then, he stepped on his feet and slapped his palm!

Boom!

The sky and the earth shook, as if thousands of dragons were turning over.

Amid the whistling of the turbulent and vibrating airflow, giant dragons of earth and stone soared into the sky!

Boom!

Feng Qingxuan's pupils shrank, and he felt that when the old Taoist priest stomped his feet, his heart seemed to explode at the same time!

In a trance, he felt that the world disappeared before his eyes.

Then, a door that reached the sky, infinitely tall, contained vicissitudes, antiquity, remoteness, and majesty, as if all the magnificent words in the world could be used to describe it, suddenly appeared in front of him.

And almost at the same time, he suddenly felt an unprecedented crisis in his heart.

I will die!

I will die!

In the sense of crisis that rolled in like a wave, Feng Qingxuan's spirit burst out, and the long sword with the remaining momentum soared like a dragon again.

At this moment, he only felt that his mind was infinitely elevated, his body, internal strength, true energy, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and his own; God reached a high degree of fit at this moment!

God!

God!

At this moment, Feng Qingxuan's heart spontaneously gave birth to such a word.

I only felt that the realm that he had been pursuing for many years and dreaming of was getting closer and closer to him, so close that it was almost within reach!

Boom!

But the next moment, a loud sound like thunder in his heart woke him up completely.

Feng Qingxuan's face finally changed. The handprint that was not so strong seemed to contain the most incredible power in the world. It had broken through the air.

Wherever it passed, the air fled!

"You!"

Feng Qingxuan's hair suddenly stood on end, but in the turbulent airflow, he didn't even utter a word.

He could only watch his sword light that was full of infinite sharpness and enough to kill any Qi meridian master.

It was broken and flew under that palm push.

Then, with an irresistible and domineering posture, it pushed down.

At a seemingly slow, but actually unimaginable speed, it hit his chest with a bang.

Bang!

In an instant, Feng Qingxuan felt the power!

Unimaginable force burst out from the palm, and in just a moment, it shattered his true qi, his meridians, and all his defenses.

I haven't used the magic knife yet.

I haven't used the War Demon Heart Sutra yet.

I haven't broken through the divine veins yet.

I haven't taken charge of the Six Hells Demon Sect yet.

I haven't challenged the world's number one.

I

Too much reluctance, too many distractions, too many ambitions, aspirations, and spirit, all disappeared at this moment.

It turned into a scream that resounded through the sky.

Bang!

Feng Qingxuan's huge body flew out of his body, like a straw in the wind, and flew more than ten feet away in a flash.

At the moment of flying horizontally, the sound of bones and muscles exploding like a string of cannons sounded at the same time.

Before landing, it had already spurted out streams of sticky red blood like mercury.

Under countless shocked eyes, Feng Qingxuan flew more than thirty feet and landed heavily on the ground.

Boom!

The ground several feet deep sank as he landed, and the flying smoke and dust seemed to spread inch by inch.

In the turbulent wind, An Qisheng stood upright with his arms folded, his voice as calm as smoke:

"Who are you saying is old?"

I wrote and deleted, and wrote very slowly, and in order to keep the chapters, I wrote 4,000 words.