Great Dao Ji

A donkey who has entered Taoism is naturally full of spirituality.

An Qisheng was not surprised. He held the bronze mirror with his backhand, and the various resources in the bronze mirror emerged in his mind.

The sect is just a small sect with few people and no land to provide support. Naturally, there won't be many good things when the sect is destroyed and people die.

It's nothing more than some pills, spiritual rice, spiritual springs, and some secular gold and silver.

But for him at this time, it was of great use.

As he thought, he flicked his finger, and the restriction on the bronze mirror was broken by his will, and a pill as big as a dragon's eye flew out.

The donkey raised his head, swallowed the pill, and immediately trembled with pleasure: "Ah, ah~"

The donkey got the benefit and stopped staring at An Qisheng. He flapped his tail and found a corner to lie down.

Chewing slowly.

"Mr. Monster, have you really thought about it?"

Lan Lingtong came out again and looked at An Qisheng intently, feeling a little worried: "Is it because of the trouble caused by this little old man?"

"How can they force me to make a choice?"

Lying on the rocking chair, facing up to the sky, the sky is blue and cloudless, and only the six-round sun shines brightly high in the sky.

Illuminating the time and luxuriating all things.

It also seems like someone is lying high above the clouds in the sky, overlooking the vast world.

The laws of the Earthly Immortal Way are strict, and the infinite spiritual intelligence is intertwined in every detail like a sky net. Anyone who is in it is like falling into a spider web.

If you want to break the game, you have to enter the game.

"After all, you still have to be careful."

The little blue-skinned monster let out a long sigh, feeling that he had never sighed more in his life than he had after following this Mr. Monster.

"That's natural."

Casually stuffing the 'dust mirror' into his cuffs, An Qisheng slowly lowered his skin and fell into deep trance.

He is cautious.

He was far more cautious than the three-hearted blue soul boy thought.

Faced with an existence that can 'travel through time and space' and block the node of his dream, almost strangling himself before he can enter the dream.

A little carelessness may lead to disaster.

An Qisheng never looked down on himself, but he also didn’t think that his ten thousand years of practice would make him higher than others’ hundreds of millions of years of Taoism.

No one is born invincible.

Huhu~

A stream of light broke through the wind and fell on the barren mountain. The divine light dispersed, revealing a figure of a middle-aged man with an upright figure and a tall nose and broad eyes.

The man was wearing plain yellow clothes, carrying a long knife on his back, and holding a compass in his hand. Around him, he saw a large area of ​​ruins among the mountains and ravines in the distance. It looked like an earth dragon turning over, and large areas of mountains and forests were buried under the soil.

"More than ten days ago, that person's breath was clearly gone. How could it be possible?"

The middle-aged man muttered to himself slightly, but then looked behind him: "The ghost is still here."

Phew~

A ray of sword light came from the east and suddenly landed on the top of another mountain. However, there was a sword light lingering around, but no figure could be seen.

Even when the words come out, they are like the sound of swords, distorted, and it is difficult to distinguish their original appearance:

"Brother Lin, you still have a long way to go before you can get rid of me!"

"Hide your head and show your tail."

The middle-aged man snorted coldly. There seemed to be flames burning in his eyes, and the murderous intention in his heart was hard to suppress: "You dare to pretend to be my name, Pingbolou, and kill your family, but you don't dare to tell me your name?! "

Lin Baimei's heart boiled with murderous intent.

"Hahaha!"

As the sword light swirled around, a long laugh came out: "I am originally from Pingbo Tower, how can I say that I am pretending to be someone else? Furthermore, that sect leader is actually the 'Shocking Dragon' who died in your Lin Baimei." Under the knife!"

"joke!"

Lin Baimei stared at the person who came, with cold eyes that seemed to tear apart the sword light surrounding him: "There are no masters with unknown origins in the world, who are you?! Why did you take my name to destroy Hunyi?!"

"What does it matter to me if one of my sects is destroyed?"

The master of Jianguang sneered again and again: "A certain family is just seeing an injustice on the road to prevent you from killing the remaining members of the sect."

"You also sent others to kill that bastard?!"

Lin Baimei felt angry and couldn't bear it anymore.

Although he doesn't like to mingle with other people, he can't tolerate anyone using his name to carry out such killings.

boom!

As soon as he stepped on his feet, the wind suddenly rose all around, and the sky was full of ideas rolling like the tide. Like a dragon's long sword coming out of its sheath, a fierce sword light burst out:

"Damn thing!"

"Hahaha! Want to kill me?"

The Lord of Sword Light drove up the sword light like a curtain, covering the sky for hundreds of miles, splitting large clouds, and guarded by the clanging sword, he responded with an indifferent sneer:

"You, you can't!"

Boom!

There was a roar in the mountains, strong winds swept thousands of miles, and large amounts of smoke and dust mixed with soil and sand rose into the sky.

The mighty sound shook the mountains and rivers, causing thousands of birds to cry and all kinds of beasts to flee.

Under the sound of fierce confrontation and collision, a series of eyes were projected from the deep mountains, some were cold and stern, some were afraid, or some were hateful.

Not long after, a tiger roar resounded throughout the world.

Roar~~~

"Gudong~"

Like a stone falling into a deep well, Qiao Qier couldn't help but swallow her saliva, her palms trembling slightly.

An ingot of purple gold!

Looking at the purple and red gold ingot, Qiao Qier seemed to be in a dream.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, gold was considered the most precious and purple was considered the most precious.

One ingot of purple gold, no, one tenth of this ingot of purple gold is enough to buy half of the outer city, dozens of streets, and tens of thousands of houses that are far better than the ones you rent.

This was a legendary thing that he had only heard from storytellers in teahouses in the city.

But now, there is an ingot of purple gold in front of him.

In fact, purple gold is not a currency used by the secular world. It is mostly circulated between sects and is the king of currencies for weighing elixirs, spiritual rice, magic weapons and spiritual materials.

Even for a Taoist monk like Gong Yangyan, it is precious.

"Master~"

Gong Yangyan's voice trembled a little: "This, these are all entrusted to me by the old master for safekeeping, not my private collection"

He felt a little guilty and a little painful.

The dust mirror contains not only the things left by the old master, but also the wealth accumulated by him as the chief steward of the internal affairs of the Hunyi sect for nearly two hundred years.

My heart is bleeding.

"Old Yan is thoughtful. I threw away all my belongings, which solved my urgent problem."

An Qisheng asked Qiao Qier, whose hands and feet were shaking, to put away the ingot of purple gold. He was too lazy to pay attention to the little old man's thoughts and turned to look at Qiao Qier:

"Take us to the inner city for a walk."

"Senior, you want to go to the inner city?"

Qiao Qier swallowed his saliva, and his hands and feet still couldn't stop shaking. This is purple gold.

He cut wood for three hundred years, and he would never earn one ten-thousandth of this ingot of purple gold.

How could he be calm?

"Master, do you still want to stay in this small town?"

When Gong Yangyan heard this, he immediately forgot his heartache and became a little anxious: "If the murderer who killed the family really followed us, we would still be courting death if we stayed here? I..."

At this point, Gong Yangyan's heart suddenly shook.

Suddenly he looked up and saw the spirit rolling in the distance. He could hear the sound of weapons colliding and tigers roaring and dragons roaring. He immediately shouted "Not good".

Just as the sect master said, the murderer really came to kill him!

"Not good."

Gong Yangyan's face was covered with cold sweat. He turned around and saw that his sect master seemed not to notice and walked out of the door with the little beggar.

He stamped his feet immediately: "Sect master, my sect master! The murderer really came to kill him! Why are you still like this, like this?"

He was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"What else can we do?"

An Qisheng kept his pace and just asked back: "If someone really came to kill us, would the outside of the city be safer than the city with the Great Zhou decree?"

The Great Zhou decree!

According to legend, this is an decree issued by the Great Zhou Taizu himself, targeting all practitioners in the world.

Those who oppose cultivation must not act without permission within the city. Those who disobey the order will be strangled by the Great Zhou's first violent agency, the Jingye Division!

"Uh"

Gong Yangyan was stunned at first, then shook his head: "The Great Zhou's decree is not omnipotent. A figure who has condensed into a great elixir has many ways to force us out! We still..."

"One hour."

"What one hour?"

"After one hour"

Gong Yangyan was stunned, and saw his own master stop in the courtyard, pointing a finger, his face and tone as calm as before:

"Avenge your entire family!"