Great Dao Ji

A sigh, telling the endless vicissitudes of life.

Across the mountain gate, all the dreamers could not help but feel a sense of sadness in their hearts, as if they were infected by the emotion in his words.

There were also many unsettled dreamers with tears streaming down their faces, wailing like a group of giant babies in their twenties and thirties.

"This, this"

Including Feng Mingtao, the brows of all the senior dreamers were beating wildly. It was possible to infect thousands of people without doing it deliberately. What kind of state is this?

Phew~

The breeze swirled through the mountain gate.

A group of experienced dreamers finally saw the appearance of the visitor.

He was a handsome little monk, with red lips, white teeth, and a cinnabar eyebrow. He looked like a weak crown, but his eyes were full of insightful wisdom and ancient vicissitudes.

The moment they saw the little monk, everyone present was in a trance. They felt that the little monk stepping up was surrounded by eight treasures condensed by the light of the Buddha.

There are also Buddhist chants and chants that appear or disappear.

Feng Mingtao and others were so solemn that they felt that the little monk was accompanied by heaven and earth when he stepped, and he was mixed with the energy of all things.

The breath is so vast that it’s almost boundless!

Where did this master come from?

Fellow Taoist King Quan?

Is he talking about the contemporary royal Taoist Yuan Tingguang?

still

Feng Mingtao screamed in his heart that it was not good, and he felt vaguely that he was afraid of falling into trouble again.

"ah!"

Beside him, a skinny young man suddenly shouted, shaking as if he was electrocuted, and his voice was trembling violently:

"Chakravartin?! He, he is the descendant of Chakravartin King?!"

Wheel-turning method!

Everyone was shocked.

Three years in reality and thirty years in the royal dream, millions of dreamers have spread all over the Jiufu Realm, and with the dreamer forum in the real world as a communication point, almost all the legends in the Jiufu Realm have been unearthed.

The royal power lasted for three thousand and three hundred years. This is a mythical epic of the king's power and his rule over the heaven and earth.

Generations of King Quan Taoists and the Seven Sons of King Quan have written their own myths, and they have also pushed King Quan Tao to a point where it will be difficult for heaven and earth to move unless it is destroyed.

However, during these three thousand and three hundred years, King Quan Dao was not truly invincible and had experienced numerous challenges.

There were seven royal sons who were killed, there were royal Taoists who failed to break through the barrier, and the inherited sword book was even stolen.

But in a true sense, there is only one person who has brought King Quan Dao to the point of near destruction.

That's the Wheel King!

This peerless master of the same generation as Patriarch Wang Quan has cultivated the 'Ferris Wheel Technique' to a level that has never been achieved before or since.

According to legend, he is almost immortal!

Even though he suffered eight defeats, he was reborn again and again, and finally developed earth-shattering martial arts with the strength of nine generations, which gave King Quan Dao an unprecedented crisis.

Almost everyone recognized that it was the biggest crisis the King Quan Dao had encountered since its founding.

It's a pity that he met the most amazing and talented founder of Wang Quan Dao, Li Taibai.

"Royal Way"

In front of the mountain gate that was nearly half broken, the Chakravartin King stood quietly, his heart surging, and the experiences of his nine lifetimes constantly resurfaced in his mind.

Through the ups and downs of nine lives, he was able to break through the biggest flaw of the 'Ferris Wheel Technique'. Every time he awakened as a reincarnated soul boy, he not only did not lose his potential, but even became better than before.

It is a pity that the way of kingship dominates the fate of heaven and earth, and there are heroes from generation to generation, but their successes often fail.

The ones he has the best chance of overpowering the path of kingship are the second and ninth lives.

In the second life, King Quan Taoist left, and war broke out in the world. The new generation of King Quan Taoist had not yet grown up, and King Quan Tao was not as unshakable as the later generations.

But after all, he underestimated the disciples of Taoist Wang Quan.

He died in the hands of Zhang Ting, a direct disciple of Taoist Wang Quan and the second generation of Taoist Wang Quan.

In the ninth life, he combined the power of the nine lives and reached the top. He was already invincible in the world, but he met Li Taibai.

"Is the Way of Kingship really destroyed?"

The King of Chakravartin exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes full of vicissitudes of life moved faintly:

"The poor monk doesn't believe it!"

He sighed to himself, but the crowd of dreamers could no longer bear it, and indescribable panic could not help but tremble in their hearts.

Many dreamers have cried to death in the dojo.

"Master! We have no grievances, so please show your respect!"

A dreamer could not bear the urge to cry, and his words were full of tears, as if he were mourning: "Master, please forgive me!"

"Is there no grievance or enmity?"

The Chakravartin King seemed to have just discovered the existence of this group of people, his deep eyes fell, and his tone was inexplicably gentle: "How can there be no hatred?

Poor monk and you,

The hatred is as deep as the sea! "

Wen Tun's voice suddenly turned violent!

It’s like the Buddhist kingdom has turned into hell!

In an instant, winds and clouds surged on the top of King Quan Mountain, dark clouds rolled in the sky, and lightning and thunder followed.

Click!

On the mountain top at night, there is lightning flashing across.

In the half-light and half-darkness, Chakravartin King's monk robes were hunting, and his face looked uncertain, like the angry king of light, the demon king who destroys the world:

"If Buddha cannot defeat you, I will become a demon!"

Boom!

The resentment and hatred of nine generations are all contained in this sentence!

The sound waves may not be very high, but the celestial phenomena change, and thunder comes out of the mountains, which is shocking!

Click~

Endless terrifying aura pressed down, the strong wind roared in the mountain gate of Wangquan Road, the air waves were like tides, and everything was submerged.

In just a moment, the dreamer who was crying, yelling, and running had been torn into minced meat by the strong wind, without leaving even a drop of blood.

"Fuck! I only have one life left!"

The face of a dreamer was shaking wildly.

The knife-like wind tore through his body, leaving deep scars on his body.

He roared in anger, stepped on his feet, and rushed out of the mountain gate like a bull.

But the next moment, his body froze.

In the shocked eyes of the dreamers, it melted directly like butter under the raging fire.

"I can't escape! Fight him!"

"A master of the heavenly level?! How could a master of the heavenly level suddenly appear!"

"Kill us all, he wants to kill us all! I'm so unlucky, I only have one life!"

The dreamers were horrified and rushed left and right in the whistling of the terrifying wind. Unfortunately, this endless wind contained an extremely terrifying divine will.

No matter how they attacked, they were all beaten back, and then, their bodies were torn apart by the strong wind, and they died as if they were cut into pieces!

"Who are you?!"

Feng Mingtao roared to the sky, and the golden light around him seemed to turn into a golden bell, barely supporting himself in this terrifying strong wind.

He was extremely terrified and furious at the same time.

Wang Quandao had studied martial arts for thirty years, and he and Chu Fan were both promoted to Yin-Yang Wuji. Although they could not be compared with Truman, Juechen Taoist, Xue Zheng, Garuda and others, they were also on the earth list.

At this time, with a long roar, the golden light that was visible all over his body instantly burned, and bursts of dragon roars and tiger roars burst out from his body!

"Tiger Roar Golden Bell Cover, Dragon Roar Iron Cloth Shirt, it's a pity that you didn't practice it to the home!"

In the dark clouds, the eyes of the Wheel King flickered, and a touch of memory emerged. He remembered that there was a generation of Wang Quan Taoist who practiced this martial art to an unprecedented level.

He felt something in his heart, but it was just a little bit of it.

Boom!

While he was talking to himself, Feng Mingtao had completely exploded, and his strong blood and energy rose to the sky like a wolf smoke. When his fists opened and closed, they tore through the strong wind that was sharper than the sword and spear.

But the next moment, his body froze.

Above the sky, above the clouds that were higher than the dark clouds, there seemed to be a dark golden Buddha that stood tall and majestic like a mountain.

The Buddha was wearing a dark red cassock, and the upper half of the Buddha's face was compassionate and the other half was angry. It looked like a Buddha, but more like a demon!

"He"

Feng Mingtao's heart was shocked, and he saw the demon Buddha open his mouth, and the blood and internal force around him could not help but break out of the shell!

He didn't even have time to roar, and he was turned into powder and blown away by the strong wind on the top of the mountain.

Boom!

The next moment, the strong wind exploded, the dark clouds disappeared, and the golden light flowed down through the clouds again.

It sprinkled on the flattened Wangquan Mountain.

The Wheel King stared at the flattened empty mountaintop, without sadness or joy.

His divine will swept over the mountaintop again and again, not missing any tiny place, but in the end, a flash of scarlet flashed in his eyes:

"No"

Hoo~

The breeze blew, and the monk's robe of the Wheel King fluttered, but it could not hide the disappointment in his heart.

Ten lives before and after, spanning 3,300 years, in the end, this is the result?

"Did the real man go to the empty building?"

The Wheel King lowered his eyes to cover the blood red that was almost overflowing:

"The hatred of ten lives cannot be resolved even if you die!

No matter where you are, I will find you!"

Huh!

In a bedroom on the 23rd floor of a residential area in Kyoto, Feng Mingtao suddenly woke up and fell to his knees.

"Ah!"

His face was pale, he kept retching, as if he was going to vomit out all his internal organs, his body kept convulsing, it was extremely horrifying.

All dreamers have three chances to die in the dream, and they will be eliminated as dreamers only after dying three times.

But all the pain of death will not diminish in the slightest.

There were many dreamers who could not bear this pain and really died in reality.

Feng Mingtao had a strong will, but this time he died so tragically that he almost couldn't bear it.

After a long while, Feng Mingtao came to his senses, drank a bellyful of water, and then reluctantly got up and turned on the computer.

"Ah! I'm so angry, so angry! I only have one life, only one life! Where did this master jump out of?"

"I was so careful, why did I die? I don't accept it!"

"Ah!! I almost died. I was killed the first time I entered a dream? Officials, you must give us an explanation!"

"What happened? Who can tell me how I died (question mark face)"

As expected, the Dreamer Forum and the Law Enforcer Forum have been completely detonated!

But what surprised Feng Mingtao was that the number of dead dreamers was beyond imagination, and more and more.

He logged on to the website for more than ten minutes, and the number of killed posts had been piled up hundreds and thousands of times, and it was even increasing.

"He"

Feng Mingtao was shocked and angry, and his heart was cold.

This, this master who suddenly appeared, is going to slaughter the entire Jiufu world? !