Great Dao Ji

god?

Su Jie was confused, where did God come from in this world?

"What will it be"

Potter's eyes flashed.

He still remembers the collision that night. That kind of power has surpassed all practitioners in ancient and modern times, and has exceeded the category of 'human'.

Like a god and Buddha walking on the earth, even if he is faced with the most powerful thermal weapon in the world, he can escape unscathed.

What could kill him?

With his speed, even if a nuclear bomb exploded, it would not be able to kill him unless it hit his head.

"Ahem!"

Potter coughed twice, and an abnormal color appeared on his face.

He immediately had no intention of giving advice to Su Jie, turned around and walked into the house, dialed the phone and wanted to send someone to investigate.

"Moulon City, Potter"

On the top of a barren mountain, An Qisheng was sitting cross-legged. When the two of them were thinking, his mind was slightly touched, and ripples appeared in the depths of his eyes, as if he saw the two of them.

Once you think of it, there will be an echo.

Living in the same world, if anyone thinks of him, he will notice it in his heart, unless that person's spiritual practice exceeds his.

But in the dream, Jiazi has passed. Although his body at this time cannot reach the peak of his body, no one in the world can compare with him in terms of mental cultivation.

Even if it is the Grand Master Jian Shen, the same is true.

A gentle breeze carries the smell of earthy vegetation after the rain.

An Qisheng slowly stretched out his palm, and under the dim light of the early morning, there seemed to be a glimmer of light.

"Tongzhengyang"

He murmured slightly to himself, and in his eyes, the palm gradually pulled in, expanded, and expanded until it filled his entire field of view.

In a daze, in his eyes, the palm of his hand seemed to turn into a huge white jade square with no boundaries.

Then, the sight is raised.

A mountain peak stands tall, with all the pavilions and buildings on it.

I'm dead

I'm not willing to give in!

I'm not willing to give in!

In a daze, the darkness seemed to slowly fade away before his eyes.

Tong Zhengyang's thoughts came to his mind in a daze, as if he had seen the long-lost light.

What you can see is the clear blue sky and the three-wheel sun shining with endless light.

Jiufujie?

Me, am I back? !

Did I survive again?

Tong Zhengyang was so happy that he turned over and sat up, looking around.

At this sight, he was stunned.

In front of the white jade-like square is a tall mountain gate with a black and white Tai Chi diagram outlined on it.

This is the mountain gate of King Quan Dao!

"Royal Way"

A deep chill rose in my heart.

He stood up staggeringly and looked around. At the foot of the mountain, there was the Wenxin Hall and the Jiejian Stone. Behind the mountain gate, there was also the Tai Chi Dojo. However, there was no one there.

It was empty, like a ghost town.

"Something's wrong, something's wrong"

Tong Zhengyang felt even colder in his heart.

It is impossible for Wang Quan Dao to be without people, and no one can make Wang Quan Dao without people.

It has stood firm for three thousand and three hundred years, and the King Quan Road has also encountered impacts. At that time, the eight sons of the old and new King Quan were replaced, and the King Quan Sword disappeared.

There were more than a dozen divine veins that came together, first leading away the contemporary Seventh Son of Wang Quan and the Taoist Wang Quan, as well as the two long-lived beasts of the Dao of Wang Quan.

Then someone came up the mountain, trying to steal the inheritance left by the first royal Taoist An Qisheng.

Unexpectedly, the disciples of Wang Quan Dao were calm and unhurried.

Go directly to the back mountain.

Digging graves.

In an instant, the seven sons of Wang Quan and Taoist Wang Quan all appeared, frightening the intruders to death on the spot.

At that time, people all over the world knew that the longevity of Wang Quan Dao's divine vein grandmaster far exceeded that of the divine vein grand masters in the world.

Because among them, there was a royal Taoist who lived for a full four hundred years!

"Hallucination? Spiritual martial arts? Or the world after death? What's going on? What's going on?"

Tong Zhengyang murmured to himself, an idea kept popping up in his mind, and then he kept throwing it away.

There was no way I could tell anything was wrong.

He walked forward slowly, passing through the empty mountain gate and the Tai Chi Dojo. In his eyes, the empty mountain gate of Wangquan Dao was every detail, every brick, every stone, every plant and every tree was intact.

Even the hut he had cleaned for decades was no different.

After walking up the long steps, he came to the main hall of King Quan Dao.

The simple and solemn hall, which contains the atmosphere of endless years, is as tall as a mountain in his heart.

He had seen this hall more than once.

"Royal Way"

Tong Zhengyang gritted his teeth and walked into the main hall.

In the middle of the hall where light and shadow intersect, there is a picture scroll as tall as a person. On top of it, a white-robed Taoist standing like an immortal with his hands behind his back, surrounded by clouds and mist, seems to be about to ascend to the sky at any time.

"you!"

His eyes dropped, Tong Zhengyang's heart was pounding, and he stepped back three steps in a row, his face twisted, as if he had seen a ghost.

I saw An Qisheng sitting cross-legged on that futon.

His aura and expression were just like the one hanging in the middle of the hall, the Supreme Grand Master An Qisheng!

An Qisheng? !

A horrifying thought exploded in his mind: ‘He, he is a Taoist from Wang Quan? ! The first generation of royal Taoist? ! ’

"No! This is impossible! This, this is impossible!"

Tong Zhengyang's figure flickers on and off, like a candle blown by the strong wind, almost extinguished.

The mood swings were so violent that he almost lost his mind.

"Why isn't it possible?"

An Qisheng looked calm and spoke calmly.

His voice seemed to contain divine power, instantly calming Tongzheng Yangming's uncertain body.

He naturally did not intend to kill Tong Zhengyang directly.

This would be a waste of this person with great luck and great potential.

More importantly, Tong Zhengyang was related to one of his great plans.

"You, you"

Tong Zhengyang's face was still distorted even though his figure was no longer flickering.

Looking at An Qisheng, whose aura and expression were exactly the same as those in the portrait, he smiled miserably, as if he understood something: "So that's how it is, so that's how it is"

At this moment, he finally understood.

Why couldn't Wang Quandao kill him after several attempts to kill him, why did the Wang Quan sword cut off one of his arms at the critical moment, and why did it suddenly recognize its master.

In this way, everything made sense.

An Qisheng in this land of absolute spirits was actually the first generation of Wang Quandao, the most famous supreme grandmaster who carried on the tradition in Jiu Fujie!

And this is his spiritual kingdom.

He is already dead

"No, it shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this"

Tong Zhengyang was in a trance and couldn't describe his feelings.

If he had never met An Qisheng, he would have kneeled down to see the first generation of Wangquan Daoist. But he knew him before, which made him unacceptable.

What frightened him even more was that he might just be a chess piece of his.

He shuddered at the thought that he might have planned this for more than 3,000 years ago.

"You should have died long ago for killing your master, killing your brother, and raping your sister-in-law."

An Qisheng looked calm.

He was not a god or an immortal, and he could not predict whether leaving too much specific information would cause unnecessary misunderstandings among his younger disciples.

But he also made an exception for Wangquan Daoist disciples, allowing Tong Zhengyang to survive for decades.

"No, ancestor, ancestor"

Feeling the chill in An Qisheng's calm tone, Tong Zhengyang's mind was shaken, and his body fluctuated violently.

Seeing An Qisheng's calm tone, he suddenly exploded with a bang.

He was actually scared to death by being alive!

Boom!

The stream of light scattered, and the light spots were like rain.

The spirit vein was not formed, and the soul was unstable. Tong Zhengyang's body died, and he suffered such a great shock that his soul was scattered.

"With such a mentality, are you qualified to talk about heaven and man?"

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

He raised his hand and gently grabbed in the void.

Buzz~

The void shook slightly, and the countless scattered light points were caught in his hand, flowing like sand between his fingers.

Not everyone is qualified to condense the spirit.

In the Jiufu Realm, only the great masters of Qi Meridian who are infinitely close to the spirit vein can condense it, and it is even rarer in Xuanxing.

The value is huge.

"A world without demons, a place without spirits"

An Qisheng's eyes flickered.

It is difficult to practice in the world without demons. Many ancient and modern sages have fallen sadly. He is not arrogant, but he is not self-deprecating.

He knows the difficulty very well, and it is not too much to think about it.

Even with the Jiufu Realm's Jiazi plan, this road is bound to be rugged and bumpy.

But he never believed that a universe of 96 billion light years would not have room for a path to immortality!

So what if there is no spiritual energy?

In this place of no spiritual energy, he must also blaze a trail!

There is no path in the world, what about it?

I will open it myself!

Sixty years of dominating the world, the way of kingship runs through three thousand years, and how much he has gained by changing the world with his own strength?

What An Qisheng has achieved is not only martial arts, but also an indestructible heart of Tao.

Buzz buzz buzz~~~

The dots of light slowly rotated between his fingers, and indistinctly, slowly took shape.

Transformed into a series of token-shaped, yet ambiguous marks.

This is an invitation letter,

an invitation letter to invite people to enter his ‘blessed land’ and ‘cave heaven’.

With the power of the masses, nurture the cave heaven together and jointly support his spiritual world.

This is his first step towards the road of no magic.

The border between Daxuan and Neil Country.

On the plateau, off-road vehicles are traveling on the road.

A beautiful young girl sitting on the passenger seat of the SUV in front put down her binoculars and pointed to the distance: "Chu Fan, look, look quickly, we are almost there, almost there, the highest peak in the world!"

Her name is Qi Geyun, and she is traveling with her boyfriend and some mountaineering enthusiasts. They are here to challenge the highest peak in the world.

For this trip, she has spent a small million and has been preparing for a year or two.

The flat-headed young man Chu Fan, who was driving, took a look at the mountains in the distance.

Amidst the clouds and mist, the majestic mountains are like a giant dragon lying on the earth, dividing the east and the west, defining the countries, and are the natural borders.

It is majestic and magnificent, and you can feel the aura that makes you feel depressed no matter how far away you are.

"It's a long way to go. It's good enough to reach the camp today. If you really want to climb the mountain, you have to wait for a long time."

Chu Fan took a look and kept his eyes straight. He couldn't be distracted while driving.

Qi Geyun rolled her eyes at him playfully, then picked up the telescope and looked around. Suddenly, she screamed:

"The mountain, the mountain,

disappeared!!!"

The third update is here, good night everyone.