Great Dao Ji

Phew~

Suck~

With his light and long breathing, all the alchemy energy floating in the room was swallowed by An Qisheng, and turned into a small round elixir pill between his squirming organs.

He slowly stretched his muscles and bones, making a "crackling" sound, and the abundant blood flowed through his body, nourishing his flesh and blood, viscera, and transforming his bone marrow.

Every little change in the flesh, skin, membrane, bone marrow, and heart, taken together, is a huge change that is almost like a rebirth.

Phew~

He pinched it lightly with his five fingers, and air flowed from his fingertips like water, creating ripples layer by layer.

As the ripples spread, the dust floating in the air was shattered into finer particles.

This is a technique that even Xuan Xing Gang Jin may not be able to do, and it represents a huge transformation in physical strength.

An Qisheng's eyes were bright, without any turbidity, and his aura was as bright as the morning star:

"It's done."

These Dan Qi can also transform ordinary people into a new person, but they are far from enough to condense their true form.

But for him, it was enough.

Geniuses never need to consume more resources. The more they know how to practice and the more genius they are, the more they can achieve greater achievements with fewer resources.

Not only does it absorb quickly and absorb more, but it requires less and the harvest is greater.

This kind of person is considered a genius.

Pure accumulation of resources requires ten times and hundreds of times the resources of ordinary people. How can one be considered a genius?

Of course, An Qisheng doesn't think he is a genius, but he has experienced all the worlds and has established his foundation. From a high position, he is far more than the so-called genius in the ordinary sense.

It's a pity that this body was blessed by his divine will and spawned from a ray of vitality. It was like burning 99% of his lifespan. The shortfall cannot be made up by this little bit of elixir.

But even so, anyone can see his transformation at a glance.

The elixir energy in the room was gone, and Yuan Duxiu also came back to his senses:

"You, you, are you condensing your true form?"

He felt a little unbelievable.

He had been immersed in medicinal liquids since he was a child, and had someone dedicated to massage his muscles and bones every day. He began to learn the 'Twelve Dragon Fist' as early as he could remember, and it was only at the age of seventeen that he condensed his true form.

And this is considered first-rate in Dingtian City, but it's just not as good as those geniuses who are 'born with visions'.

But even the most gifted Blue Narcissus, Lin Aolong, and Wu Erlang only condensed their true forms after they were three years old, but this little brother of mine.

There was no guidance, no inheritance, not only was he a posthumous child but he was also born prematurely, but he condensed his true form in just thirty-one days? !

"It's just the beginning."

An Qisheng slowly exhaled, and the air flowed out of the window paper, turning into a ball of white smoke and exploding in the courtyard, lingering hazily around the entire courtyard.

When he raised his head again, his face was already smooth and moist, and every pore was tightly closed.

If he didn't have white hair and white eyebrows, he would be a normal child.

Each world's system has its own uniqueness. The system of Wanyang Realm that has been passed down for millions of years is indeed perfect to the extreme.

In terms of physical fitness alone, An Qisheng was irreversible.

The transformation of the condensed true form is from the inside out, involving all aspects. Once achieved, both physical strength and lifespan will increase.

Its significance will not be inferior to Xuanxing's Baodan, Jiufujie's blood exchange, and the human world's 'shoulu'.

Moreover, the width is wider, ranging from the power of nine oxen and two tigers to the power of twelve dragons.

Even though they are both in their true form, the disparity in strength is perhaps even greater than the difference between Xuan Xing and ordinary people.

Only in the Wanyang Realm, this step can be regarded as true cultivation.

"If it is to be condensed, it will not happen overnight."

An Qisheng glanced at Yuan Duxiu.

After a day and night of nourishing with the elixir energy, his injuries also improved, but the changes were minimal compared to his own.

"You don't want to cultivate just one realm."

Yuan Duxiu shook his head.

He could see that his younger brother's condensed form of the galaxy had extremely high intentions, huge shape, and extremely high upper limit.

In fact, tens of millions of years ago in the Wanyang Realm, the path of cultivation only existed in one level, the ultimate level, which was the mighty, prince, and even the deity who dominated the world.

It's just that cultivating only one level is too difficult, consumes more resources, and is slower. It requires a peerless person to do it.

Therefore, after tens of millions of years, it has just expanded to the nine realms based on the true form.

Nowadays, it has expanded from the nine realms to the eleven realms (conviction before the true form, external scene before the spiritual form, but those two realms are just transitions, so they are generally called the nine realms).

"Of course I can't cultivate to the first level."

An Qisheng nodded.

The nine realms of Wanyang Realm represent tens of millions of years of martial arts changes. Behind each step of transformation are the legends of countless talented people. Wouldn't it be a waste to cultivate one realm alone?

He entered the dream world in order to condense his most perfect body flower. Naturally, he must cultivate all nine realms, and each realm must be cultivated to its peak and perfection.

But there is no need to specifically mention this.

"That's good."

Yuan Duxiu breathed a sigh of relief.

He was really afraid that his little brother would have to cultivate alone.

One realm can be king, but any realm is the essence of countless talented people.

In ancient times, the Supreme Being cultivated one realm alone because there was only one realm.

But now that there are nine realms, it would be too foolish to insist on cultivating one alone.

The two of them chatted a few words, mostly An Qisheng, while Yuan Duxiu listened.

The 'Twelve Dragon Fist' that Yuan Duxiu originally practiced was not very good. An Qisheng speculated that the person who created that boxing technique was so accomplished that he could not touch his own feet even if he turned somersaults.

However, some of the legal principles are common to other realms, so they cannot be discarded blindly.

In particular, Yuan Duxiu has more than twenty years of attainments in this boxing technique.

Therefore, An Qisheng used the 'Dao Yi Yi Tian Tong' based on the legal principles of the Twelve Dragon Fist.

Phew~

Yuan Duxiu crossed his legs and closed his eyes, only to feel a slight chill between his brows, which was An Qisheng's finger pointing at his brows.

‘Dayan Tiantong. ’

An Qisheng thought to himself, for the first time he used Dayan Tiantong, a magical power, on others.

He only used this magical power once, and it was used to deduce world coordinates. The effect was extremely immediate, and the coordinates of the six-dimensional universe were calculated in a matter of seconds.

Before, his body was weak and weak and could not bear the large fluctuations of divine will. Now his true form was initially condensed, and his body underwent a transformation like a rebirth.

You can try it.

Buzz~

Yuan Duxiu's heart was slightly shaken, and he felt that a ray of light suddenly appeared in the empty sea of ​​​​mind.

This ray of light was not very strong, but as it passed through the dim sea of ​​​​mind, it was so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it, as if it was the first light since the creation of the universe.

The eternal darkness ends here.

Roar~

Then, there was a shocking dragon roar, which spread, causing the pores all over Yuan Duxiu's body to dilate and his scalp to feel numb.

At the moment when the golden light burst out, a majestic dragon with scales, armor, claws and claws evolved and passed through the sea of ​​his mind.

The majesty, spirit and high spirit of that dragon made Yuan Duxiu's mind intoxicated for a moment.

I just feel that this is the true meaning of dragon!

And this is just the beginning.

Roar~

Roar~

Roar~

Dragon chants rise and fall one after another, bursting out from the void one after another.

The divine dragons of Tao and Dao lie across the sea of ​​​​mind, sometimes lurking in the abyss, or jumping in the sky, or taking advantage of the changes of the four seasons, or controlling the movements of the wind and clouds.

Dragons have hundreds of forms and a hundred kinds of majesty.

At this time, various forms of the dragon seemed to emerge in his mind at the same time.

Then, thousands of dragons roared, intertwining vertically and horizontally, turning into a brilliant and brilliant sun above the sea of ​​​​mind.

Great Sun Ten Thousand Dragons Fist!

In a trance, the essence of Taoism filled his heart, describing thousands of changes in boxing styles, just like the sermons of the ancient supreme holy emperor, which made Yuan Duxiu's heart tremble.

‘My little brother, could he be the ancient Holy Emperor? ’

When he opened his eyes again, the way Yuan Duxiu looked at An Qisheng had changed dramatically.

If it weren't for the 30 million years of history, there has never been a similar flower, and the ancient Holy Emperor, Supreme Emperor, and Emperor of Heaven would never have reappeared.

He almost thought that the younger brother in front of him was the reincarnation of the Ancient Supreme Being.

But despite this, a trace of awe inevitably flashed through his heart.

Such a boxing technique

"This Great Sun Ten Thousand Dragons Fist is just a prototype. How to perfect it depends on yourself."

An Qisheng said something, took out more than a hundred 'True Shape Pills' from the wooden box and threw them to Yuan Duxiu, and then put all the wooden boxes into the Qiankun Bag.

He did not use Dayan Tiantong to push this boxing technique to its peak.

First, he knows very little about the techniques in this world, but deducing the techniques consumes more power. Third, the techniques are too perfect, which is also a kind of strangulation for the person himself.

A perfect technique is enough to cover a person's aura.

Phew~

His body was slightly larger and he could barely cross his legs.

He didn't care about Yuan Duxiu's thoughts and closed his eyes.

"Huh~"

Yuan Duxiu took a deep breath, suppressed the boiling heart, took the True Form Pill and returned to his room.

He was so excited that he forgot about it for a moment.

The countless pills he exchanged for were all kept by An Qisheng.

Buzz~

An Qisheng closed his eyes slightly, and from his perspective, the three-hearted blue soul boy who was jumping and traveling among the many spiritual imprints appeared.

Those were the many magic weapons he took from the Yibao Pavilion, and the many imprints of the divine weapons.

Containing the original magic weapon, the thing that impressed the Lord of the Divine Weapon the most.

The martial arts practice in the Wanyang Realm has reached a peak. Both the magical weapons and the magical weapons are more similar to the 'celestial and divine weapons' in the Jiufu Realm, which is the intertwining of Tao and reason.

Ninety percent of these many magic weapons and weapons are all kinds of swords, guns and clubs, and only a few of them look like seals or small tripods.

"These information groups contain more things than before."

The three-hearted blue soul boy moaned in pleasure.

"Summary and summarize, select the essence and pass it on to me."

An Qisheng slowly closed his eyes.

The cultivators in the Wanyang Realm are kings with their physical strength. The powerful body blocks the leakage of the spirit to a certain extent, and collecting spiritual imprints is much more difficult than in the human world.

However, he was not surprised. In the end, Daqian Mengmeng was just a magical power, and he did not expect to rely on a magical power to travel across the world.

Dingtian City stretches three thousand miles from east to west and five thousand miles from north to south, like an ancient divine beast crawling in the wilderness. Nine rivers, including the Lailong River, surround it.

This is the capital city of Dingtian Mansion and one of the nine hundred royal cities with the longest history in Dongzhou.

The Tianding Kingdom is also the only dynasty among the hundreds of dynasties in Eastern Continent that has two royal cities. Dingtian City is also known as the Western Capital.

The population is large and the prosperity is endless.

Although it was only the early hours of the morning, the city was already bustling with people. The noise of millions of people woke up this huge city that had been sleeping all night.

And the Yanshui Pavilion at the corner of the south city had just closed for a rest.

"Uncle Yu~"

A sweet and long-lasting female voice sounded with the knock on the door, waking up Yu Qianshan who had stayed in the pile of cosmetics all night:

"It's noon, you should get up too. The gentleman outside the door has been waiting for you all night."

"Let him wait."

Yu Qianshan stretched his waist with pink arms and jade legs around him: "It's just a dog of the Lin family. What can he do if he has to wait for ten or a hundred nights?"

As he got up, seven or eight women, regardless of the pain all over their bodies as if they had been ravaged by elephants all night, changed the man's clothes.

A gray suit, long boots, and a straw hat made him look like a lazy, slender and strong man.

"Master, please take care."

Several women were wearing revealing clothes, and their delicate faces were filled with sleepiness.

"Who said I'm leaving?"

Yu Qianshan sat down at the table and tapped it gently: "Sang'er, what's the matter? You even skipped the wine and food?"

"How dare I, how dare I?"

Outside the door, a charming middle-aged woman pushed the door open and said with a smile: "But we can't afford to offend Mr. Lin. Tomorrow, even if you want ten or eight tables, we have them too, and we'll send them."

While speaking, she motioned for several women in the room to go out.

Several women hurried out of the room as if they had been pardoned. Only a beautiful girl who looked seven points like the middle-aged woman walked the slowest, limping.

"Alas, time makes people old."

Yu Qianshan shook his head slightly, looking at the woman with some sighs: "When I came here forty years ago, your mother was only 28 years old. Now, you are not young anymore."

"You will not grow old."

Looking at Yu Qianshan, who was as heroic as forty years ago, without any trace of time, the middle-aged woman's face was a little complicated.

Even in today's world, not everyone can practice martial arts. They have been in Yanshui Pavilion for nearly sixty years for three or four generations, isn't it just to let future generations embark on that path?

"The ancient saints will grow old and die, let alone me, Yu Qianshan?"

Yu Qianshan shook his head and sighed:

"Forget it, considering that your three generations of grandparents and grandchildren have served me for forty years, let the little dog of the Lin family come in."

"Mr. Yu is so kind."

The middle-aged woman breathed a sigh of relief and quickly retreated.

Soon, the pale-faced Lin Gou had walked into the house: "Lin Gou greets Master Yu, I haven't seen you for many years, you are still as elegant as ever."

Faced with the compliment, Yu Qianshan flicked his fingers impatiently:

"If you have something to say, just say it!"

Lin Gou lowered his head, hiding the anger in his eyes, and said respectfully: "Master Yu, there is a fat sheep in Lanshui City."

"Oh?"

Yu Qianshan took off his straw hat and glanced: "How fat is it?"

"One tenth of it is enough for you to live freely in Yanshui Pavilion for five hundred years."

Yu Qianshan narrowed his eyes:

"Really?"

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