Great Dao Ji

There are many countries in the Jiufu Realm, and the number of people registered in each country alone exceeds 15 billion. If you count those who are not recorded, there will be even more.

With so many people and such a big world, no one dares to say that they can kill all the evil people in the world.

An Qisheng has never had this idea.

It's just that he kills one when he sees one, that's all.

As the voice was still floating, An Qisheng's feet kept moving.

He moved dozens of feet with one move, and the ground shook when he stepped on it. He could blow up the airflow within ten feet with a casual palm.

Wherever he passed, he destroyed everything and corpses were everywhere.

In an instant, the ground in front of Xiayi Gate was like a heavy rain, wet and slippery.

The screams that came one after another floated dozens of miles above the flat ground in the strong wind.

"Ah! Demon, demon head!"

Some people were running for their lives like crazy.

They had been completely scared of being killed.

On the scarlet mud, An Qisheng just tapped his foot lightly, and the swords and knives under his feet, some broken and some intact, jumped up at once.

Ding~~~

An Qisheng stroked his palm, and his five fingers slid across the swords and knives like playing a piano.

Swish, swish, swish!

With just a careless flick, the dozen swords and knives in front of him broke through the air, swaying with long white airflows.

It pierced through the dozen people who had already fled more than a hundred feet away in different directions, and then sank into the ground with the remaining force, and disappeared.

Boom!

And until many corpses fell to the ground and died, the waves of broken sounds and whistling moved around An Qisheng like thunder.

The blood-red ground, the white robe fluttered.

The hearts of many people in front of the Xiayi Gate were shaken, and they felt trembling for the unparalleled murderous intent of this Taoist.

They had never seen such a murderous person in the world.

What was even more terrifying was that those who were killed seemed to have no grudges against him at all.

Moody, erratic temperament.

A series of words that made people fear and be cautious were attributed to An Qisheng by many people present.

Many people who had been dissatisfied with An Qisheng for being denounced as a beast actually felt a sense of relief at this time.

Beasts are worse than worse than beasts, right?

"What a murderous nature"

Nangong Qing's long eyebrows moved, and his heart was also shocked.

There has never been a lack of fighting in the martial arts world, and many people are famous for killing. He has seen and killed such people, but it is the first time he has seen someone as murderous as An Qisheng.

"Good kill!"

Among the countless people who were cautious and fearful, only Yun Haitian exclaimed.

Although there was amazement on his old face, which was gradually fading from red and becoming more and more pale, he was more happy.

During the seven questions and seven answers, he had used his ‘god’ to sense the scenes that An Qisheng wanted him to see, so he naturally knew that none of those who died at the hands of An Qisheng deserved to die.

Even if An Qisheng didn’t kill them this time, he would never let them go.

An Qisheng was so murderous, but he was not afraid, but felt happy to meet a bosom friend.

Tap, tap, tap~

An Qisheng walked out of the sea of ​​blood and corpses.

What was strange was that he killed people all over the land, and blood flowed on the ground for hundreds of feet, but his Taoist robe did not have a trace of red, and was as clean as before.

Even the cloth shoes he stepped on in the blood did not show a trace of filth when he lifted them up.

It seemed that there was an invisible aura around him.

Especially when he walked out of the sea of ​​blood and corpses like a Shura field, he did not have a trace of murderous intent.

His temperament was transcendent and peaceful.

It seemed that he had just cleaned up the remaining garbage between heaven and earth, instead of killing people all over the land.

He paced forward, each step was exactly ninety-nine feet, and in just a few steps, he had already arrived in front of Sun En.

The little guy who witnessed the fight at the closest distance had a pale face and swayed, but he persisted, and his strong willpower made people look at him sideways.

"Are you scared?"

An Qisheng touched the little guy's cheek, and a ray of warm true energy soothed his mind.

"Not afraid!"

The little guy trembled, his teeth clenched, but he looked up at An Qisheng:

"Grandpa, kill, kill the bad guys, En En is not afraid!"

The little guy gritted his teeth.

He couldn't be afraid, for revenge, he must follow this Taoist grandpa.

The poor little guy didn't know that the culprit who destroyed his sect and killed his master had already died.

"Good boy."

An Qisheng smiled, and he knew what he was thinking, but he didn't say it.

He took his cold little hand and walked towards the door of chivalry.

The moment the killing stopped, there was no trace of murderous aura on him, and Yun Haitian was surprised by his ease.

But when everyone saw him coming, they couldn't help but tremble with fear.

It was like an ordinary person walking at night and encountering a tiger. Even if the tiger looked lazy and comfortable as if it had eaten and drunk enough, how many people would not be frightened?

"Yun Haitian, and all the disciples thank you for your help."

Before An Qisheng came close, Yun Haitian had already taken a step forward and knelt on the ground with the disciples, kowtowed heavily.

An Qisheng was not hypocritical and accepted the gift frankly.

He was a man who remembered the grudges in his heart. He would pay back what he owed to others no matter what, but he would not pretend to be generous and not accept others' thanks.

After everyone kowtowed three times to thank him, he reached out and helped Yun Haitian up:

"The Xia Wangyou is seriously injured, so don't be too polite."

Yun Haitian wanted to kowtow again: "Nine kowtows are not enough to show your kindness."

But he kowtowed slightly, but couldn't kowtow any more.

"Three kowtows are enough, but nine kowtows is too much."

An Qisheng held his arm across his front, preventing him from bowing.

He was as immovable as a mountain and the earth. He wanted to bow again, but it was impossible for him to wrestle with his savior at this time.

He could only stand up helplessly.

"Brother, you don't have to call me the King of Heroes. This title has been used for decades, and it really makes me tired."

Yun Haitian said, and suddenly raised his palm.

The powerful palm force broke out of his body, and directly smashed the plaque with three gilded characters "Xia Yi Men" on the gate tower a few feet away, as well as the tall gate tower, into powder:

"Xia Yi Men, there is no need to exist."

"Master!"

"Xia Wang!"

"Brother Yun!"

Many disciples of Xia Yi Men, martial artists such as Nangong Qing, all changed color.

They thought Yun Haitian was stimulated by today's events, and they couldn't help but feel anxious.

Only An Qisheng smiled and said nothing.

"I have lived for ninety years, how could I be so easily provoked?"

Yun Haitian waved his hand and threw the disciple who came to the side, saying:

"But the word chivalry does not need to be hung up for public display!"

"Keep it in your heart, and integrate knowledge and action, which is much better than leaving it hanging up."

An Qisheng smiled faintly.

"Brother understands me."

Yun Haitian waved his hand and said:

"Brother, please go inside and rest for a while, I will be back soon."

"Teacher, your injury has not healed yet, if you have anything, just tell me!"

The other disciples knelt on the ground in panic.

The red-threaded air-breaking needle is the world's top hidden weapon. If Yun Haitian swallowed all the air-breaking needles, he would be seriously injured even if he was a master of the art of creation.

"You guys should clean up the front door. Although it is right to let these beasts be exposed in the wilderness and eaten by wild beasts, it is also unsightly to leave them lying here."

Yun Haitian raised his eyebrows and dismissed the disciples.

Then he bowed to An Qisheng and said solemnly:

"Brother, you may not know that before Feng Qingxuan attacked, I was being questioned in the Zizai Sect and did not investigate anything. Now I think that the great monks of Huangjue Temple are probably trying to stop Feng Qingxuan for me. This time..."

Speaking of this, Yun Haitian sighed:

"Masters fought for me, I don't know whether they are alive or dead, I can't rest."

After that, he turned and walked away in the afterglow of the setting sun. Although his figure was shaking, his steps were as steady as a mountain.

"Huangjue Temple"

An Qisheng shook his head in his heart.

On the way, he saw several monks lying dead on the side of the road. At that time, he sensed the breath of Xiayi Sect and hurried over without taking a closer look, but most of them were dead.

"Senior, please."

A disciple of Xiayi Sect stepped forward, bowed and waved his arm, leading An Qisheng in.

An Qisheng nodded slightly, turned around and looked, a figure flashed by in the distance, but Yun Dongliu had already gone far away.

But seeing that his fellow disciples and master were safe, he turned around and left.

He did not stop him, because only Yun Dongliu could overcome this hurdle, and it would be meaningless for others to help him.

"Please tell the Xia Wangye that we have been delayed for too long, and it is time to say goodbye now."

As An Qisheng entered the Xiayi Gate.

The martial artists immediately became active, but the first words they said were goodbye.

No matter how the many Xiayi Gate disciples persuaded them, it was useless, they just said they wanted to leave.

Just kidding, they were almost dead today, how could they have the slightest intention of staying.

At this moment, they only wanted to stay as far away from the murderous old Taoist priest as possible.

Therefore, after a few moments, after the many Xiayi Gate disciples packed up their luggage and took out their belongings, everyone said goodbye and disappeared into the night like escaping.

I'm afraid I won't want to set foot in this place or see that person again in my life.

A disciple of Xiayi Sect led An Qisheng to the hall, poured tea and served him.

Not long after, two small figures rushed in excitedly.

"Master!"

"Master, you are here!"

The two little guys jumped into An Qisheng's arms, feeling very excited.

It was Jiang Tingting and Zhang Haohao.

"Master is here to take you away."

An Qisheng touched the cheeks of the two little guys, and they were fatter.

Although these two little guys were far inferior to Sun En in terms of qualifications, understanding, and luck, they were closer to him in his heart.

When he first came to Jiufu Realm, if it weren't for these two little guys, I'm afraid his journey to another world would have ended on that sickbed.

Sun En looked at the two peers who were slightly older than him with curiosity, feeling a little envious and sad.

He also jumped into the arms of his master like them a few days ago.

But now

Thinking about it, this little guy who didn't cry even after falling off a cliff and struggling to survive for several days, and witnessed the killing scene like Shura Field, couldn't help crying silently.

Tears fell to the ground like "pat pat".

"Ah, you, why are you crying?"

Jiang Tingting turned her head and found Sun En, and was surprised:

"You are so old, and you are still crying. Tingting hasn't cried since she was three years old!"

"No, no!"

Sun En hurriedly glanced away.

"Jiang Tingting, are you ashamed? Who cried a lot of snot in the master's arms just now?"

Zhang Haohao pinched his waist and laughed.

"Master, look at my brother!"

Jiang Tingting was furious. She chased and beat him for a while but couldn't catch up. She stomped her feet in anger.

After a few months, she still didn't practice internal strength

"Okay, you guys play."

An Qisheng's heart moved slightly and walked out of the hall.

After standing for a while in the night, Yun Haitian had returned. Seven monks’ bodies that were simply stitched together were lined up in a row.

Several Xiayimen disciples were carefully stitching up the bodies.

“Masters, please be kind. Yun will personally send your bodies back to Huangjue Temple.”

Yun Haitian sighed, looking a little haggard.

After traveling dozens of miles with a serious injury, even he couldn’t hold on at this time.

After waiting for the seven bodies to be stitched up, he stumbled and almost fell.

He had to apologize to An Qisheng and returned to his room with the help of several disciples.

“Huangjue Temple”

After taking a look at the seven bodies, An Qisheng’s body rose and fell over the eaves, and after a few flashes, he had already arrived at the tall wall of Xiayimen.

Outside Xiayimen, many Xiayimen disciples quickly picked up the bodies one by one.

But An Qisheng’s eyes were slightly raised and looked at the night in the distance.

There are red military spirits rising up like smoke, approaching gradually.

Here comes the third chapter. It's time again. If there are brothers who haven't slept yet, go to bed early. Good night.