Great Dao Ji

When Dafeng rises, he travels all over the world, travels all over the world, and enters the ultimate place, not to measure the world, but to hide the world in his heart.

In thirty-three months, An Qisheng walked a path that ordinary people would never be able to complete in a lifetime.

Finally, he came to Hanlong Inn, went up to the third floor alone, and leaned against the window to drink. No one knew that this old man who looked very old was the most powerful Taoist in the world for 60 years.

Even the landlady, who now looks older than him, can't tell.

An Qisheng put down his wine glass, slowly opened his palms, and wisps of light could be seen flickering on his fingertips. The lights were not very dazzling, but the outlines of each other seemed to be the entrance to another world.

Faintly, you can see the flowers, trees, mountains and rivers among them.

And, an emaciated monk with his eyes closed waiting to die.

That is Chakravartin.

At this time, the Chakravartin King's mind was dim, like a candle that was about to burn out. He not only looked thinner, but almost disappeared.

The fight between the two had ended as early as the first encounter, but his divine will or Yin Shen had been trapped for thirty-three months.

His divine will is extremely powerful and he has already outlined his own Buddhist kingdom.

But at this time, he was almost exhausted.

Taoist Wang Quan did nothing but cut off the connection between his spirit and heaven and earth. He was already going to die, and his body and soul would be destroyed.

King Chakravartin slowly raised his head and looked at the sky:

"What do you want, Brother Tao?"

His character cultivation is extremely high, and even though he is about to die now, he is still calm and calm without any distracting thoughts.

"Just giving it a try."

An Qisheng's eyes were dull.

After realizing the Five Qi Chaoyuan, his spirit and body have been highly unified, and the spiritual world can exist in his body in an almost real way.

The higher the spiritual realm, the greater the nutrition needed.

In the Jiufu Realm, there is nothing that can be detected with the support of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. However, Xuanxing is a truly spiritual place, and another way must be found.

King Chakravartin is the second-most master in spiritual practice in the Jiufu Realm, so it is naturally the most suitable to use him for an experiment.

He isolated the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Sure enough, within thirty-three months, the spiritual Buddhist kingdom of Chakravartin King had collapsed and was almost wiped out.

After more than a hundred years of practice, I can't even last thirty-three months.

In fact, if it were a truly magical place, the time would be even shorter.

"Is there any result?"

Chakravartin asked.

He is very smart. Although An Qisheng did not reveal anything, he also knew that he was preparing for the possibility of going to a Jedi with no spiritual energy.

But he couldn't figure out why he would make such an attempt.

After Tianmen, will it still be a place of death?

"I have some clues. I still have to try it myself."

Speaking, An Qisheng sighed:

"After all, I'm ten times stronger than you, but the difference is still huge."

""

The King of Chakravartin has an instant of light and death, almost disappearing into ashes.

"That's it, that's all."

After An Qisheng sighed softly, he tilted his palms and let go of the restraints.

The Wheel-turning King made no move and asked:

"Brother Taoist, aren't you afraid that the young monk will cause trouble for Wang Quan Dao again?"

"The reincarnation of Zhuanlunfa is not the real reincarnation after all. It won't be you who comes back again, let alone what you have achieved now."

An Qisheng flicked his fingers, and a stream of light disappeared into the wind and sand:

"When you come back, you may be looking for trouble."

Pure Yang's divine will will also be wiped out, and the indestructible golden body will also decay. There is no way to live forever in the Jiufu Realm, not even heavenly beings can.

Unless, behind the Tianmen is really the legendary fairyland where everyone can live forever.

If gods and humans are like this, how can the divine will of the divine veins be immortal?

The secret method of Zhuanlun Temple is just to find the most suitable child to 'reincarnate', but that is still not oneself. Needless to say, the pollution of the wisdom of the self is destined to make those who practice this way weaker and weaker.

It can even become a stepping stone for others to achieve success.

An Qichang stood up and raised his glass to the heaven and earth:

"Farewell, Jiufukai!"

Endless lights flashed by.

An Qisheng stood among them and looked around. As far as he could see, there was no sky, no earth, no sun, no moon, no stars, and endless complex lights and shadows flickering. With his current perception, it was actually... Nothing can be seen.

As if in just a thought, he felt the familiar scent again.

That's the breath of Xuan Xing!

"Tao Yitu"

While thinking, An Qisheng perceived the Dao Yitu deep in his soul.

On the ancient scroll, the warm light flows like water, seeming to be much brighter than before.

As he thought, the words above appeared:

[An Qisheng (Master of Daoyi Picture)]

[Shouyuan: 29? (Xuanxing) Status: Intact】

[Specialty: The Great Dream Qianqiu (one-star magical skill) Tai Chi Sanshou (one-star Taoist martial arts)]

[Treasure: King Quan Sword (one-eighth)]

[The trajectory of this life: unpredictable]

[Power: 1,240,000 points]

In a short period of time, he had learned almost all the martial arts of the predecessors in the Jiufu Realm from ancient times to the present, and also laid the foundation of his own martial arts. Even after being exhausted, his Tao power was as high as one million!

Compared with the desolation before, it can be said to be earth-shaking.

However, what is more important than his Dao power is that as his divine will has become stronger, the source of the loss has also been made up, and the injury to the source has been healed without medicine.

With a thought, the words on the Daoyi picture disappeared.

"Tong Zhengyang"

An Qisheng's heart was filled with ripples.

Tong Zhengyang, without a doubt, was a person with great luck, able to travel through time and space. Such an opportunity, he was the only one who had such a chance in the Jiufu Realm for tens of thousands of years.

Even, the universe was vast and boundless, with countless stars.

He happened to land on Xuanxing, such a prosperous luck was indescribable.

If he landed in outer space, even with the strength of his Qi channels, he would never survive for long.

He waited for this for a decade.

After sixty years of planning, it was finally time to see results.

Heavy rain,

Jungle,

Wangquan Sword,

Tong Zhengyang, who was seriously injured and had a broken arm, Juechen Taoist, who changed color a thousand meters away, the burning fire in the distance, and the smoke in the heavy rain.

An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes and saw everything around him.

He also saw the air waves and fist winds raised by Tong Zhengyang in the heavy rain.

But Tong Zhengyang, who once seemed invincible to him, now seemed too weak.

Even though he was stronger than all the Qi channels three thousand years ago, in his eyes, he was too weak.

As the rain curtain rose, he slowly raised his hand, and the King's Sword in his body made a slight sound, and then moved, gathering his arm and reaching his five fingers.

The brilliant sword light slowly lit up.

Then,

the white five fingers passed through the rain curtain, and in Tong Zhengyang's unbelievable eyes, he steadily caught the fierce and domineering punch.

Boom!

In an instant, thunderclouds rolled in the sky, and thunder and lightning struck.

The dancing lightning snake illuminated the night sky and Tong Zhengyang's charred and twisted face in an instant.

An Qisheng looked indifferent.

Although he had many plans for Tong Zhengyang, it was not something he could do to bring him to Xuanxing.

He would not forget that in the original trajectory, Tong Zhengyang had set off a catastrophe in Xuanxing, and countless people died in his hands.

Boom!

The air wave opened the rain curtain.

The invisible energy spread inch by inch, and the muddy ground cracked.

In just a moment, Tong Zhengyang felt an endless crisis in his heart.

Indescribable terror descended on his heart, and then exploded like thunder!

At this moment, his body, his soul, every tiny part of him, all wailed and groaned in despair.

I will die!

I will die!

How is it possible?

How is this possible?

What happened to him?

Even if the King's Sword recognized its master, how could a person from the Absolute Spirit Land be able to activate the King's Power Dao's three thousand years of inheritance so quickly?

He had been lurking for decades, enduring unimaginable humiliation, serving the King's Power Dao for a full thirty years, and suffered countless pursuits, and even drifted to the Absolute Spirit Land for this.

Being bombarded, burned, eating carrion, eating gastric juice, lurking in the stomach of a whale for months, disturbed by countless ants

I suffered so much, I paid so much, but I made wedding clothes for this kid?

Why?

Why? !

I won't give up! !

Tong Zhengyang's eyes were bloodshot, and when he opened his mouth, the wind mixed with rain had already poured into his trachea.

He couldn't even spit out a word.

Then, under the impact of a force he couldn't describe, his feet left the ground in an instant.

Countless wounds on his body spurted blood, and the sound of broken bones and muscles in an instant sounded like a string of cannons, and the whole person flew across the rain like mud.

All ambitions and arrogance were wiped out.

Death filled everything.

Before people die, will they see the past?

Tong Zhengyang didn't know.

He didn't want to know this question.

But at this moment, the past flashed through his mind one by one.

Countless memories emerged, including the poverty in childhood, the chivalry in youth, the fame in youth, and the fame in middle age.

Jiannan Prefecture, Yanhua Prefecture, Daqing Kingdom, the world

The difficulties of secretly learning martial arts, the awakening of youth, the uneasiness when meeting a girl he admired, the reluctance after the girl married her brother, the anger, and the madness after killing his brother and raping his sister-in-law.

The pleasure after the ambition of plotting the sword of Wang Quan was achieved, and the despair of being hunted by Wang Quan Dao

After surviving from a desperate situation, the reluctance to come to the land of absolute spirits, and the anger of being ambushed by a group of ants

All the love, hatred, and vengeance in his life flashed in a thought.

In the end, it turned into a pair of indifferent, deep, and vicissitudes of life.

Tong Zhengyang's heart was shocked. Only a few breaths apart, this kid had undergone earth-shaking changes!

In a trance, he seemed to see the 33rd generation of Wang Quan Dao who he had met before!

At the last moment when the endless darkness enveloped his mind, Tong Zhengyang heard an inexplicable sigh:

"You've worked hard"

What kind of hard work?

Who has worked hard?

What is he talking about?

Countless questions flashed through his mind in an instant, and then, complete darkness descended, completely drowning his mind.

Then, his body, like a rag bag, fell into the mud.