Great Dao Ji

Om~

A stream of light emerged from the void, and it kept flowing around the dark soul imprint.

But unlike any previous time, although this soul imprint was flowing and trembling, it did not show any tendency to melt.

"Sure enough, with my current practice of 'Entering the Dream World', I still cannot break the saint's imprint."

Looking at the soul imprint that seemed to be unshakable, An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly, but he was not surprised. With his mind, he had communicated with the Dao Yi Tu.

Huh!

The dark void had a moment of brightness, and no one could see the subtleties. The Dao power burned like fire.

Om!

It seemed like only a moment, and all kinds of information flowed down in front of An Qisheng's eyes.

The first thing that caught his eye was the astonishing consumption of the peeping imprint.

[Consumption of Dao power. 919 million (shielded by the Tianxin imprint, ten times consumption)]

Nearly 1 billion Dao power!

This was the most Dao power consumed by An Qisheng since he got the Dao Diagram.

But he frowned slightly. This number exceeded his expectations, but it was not too much, but

"Too little"

An Qisheng murmured in his heart.

In the past few decades, he has collected the martial arts books of 90% of the sects in the Great Zhou Dynasty and accumulated a huge amount of Dao power.

It was prepared to spy on the six saints of this world.

Before, he was still a little worried, worried that the Dao power he prepared was not enough to spy on the Great Freedom Heaven Demon Lord.

Because the Dao power of Yang Jian was already as high as 30 million.

The Dao power consumed at this time is indeed close to 1 billion, but if there is no so-called "Heavenly Heart Seal" as a partition, it will not exceed 100 million!

Although the gap between them is huge, it seems that there is no qualitative change in his imagination

"Is it the Heavenly Heart Seal? The so-called Saint Position?"

Thinking of everything he had seen in the Heavenly Outer Heaven, An Qisheng had a ray of enlightenment in his heart, and he looked at the rest of the information with a thought.

[Great Freedom Heaven Demon Lord]

[Destiny trajectory: Born in the Imperial Heaven Realm, on the bank of the evil blood sea, at first a demon child, muddleheaded, unable to break away from the ordinary, then got a rare object from the heaven., thus rising, killing through the blood sea of ​​millions of miles, beheading the son of the blood sea, and ascending to the top of the blood sea.]

[. In the battle between the demons and the gods, he realized the heart of heaven and called himself the Great Freedom Heaven Demon Lord.]

[Evaluation: King of the boundless demon realm, the surging blood sea. Dominate one world as the master, the Tao runs through the heaven and earth as the ancestor! The great achievement of transcending the ordinary and entering the saint, combined with the heart of heaven in one world, can be called the extreme (fake) six-star]

Fake?

Fake!

Endless information flowed by, but An Qisheng's attention was attracted by that word.

"Fake?!"

An Qisheng let out a breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and then tried to figure out what was contained in these messages.

This fake is not true or false, but the meaning of "borrowing" and "in name".

Thinking of the conversation between the Starry Sky Tower Master and the Six Saints that he had spied on twice before, he suddenly had a great enlightenment in his heart.

It was like a window screen was pierced, and he felt a sense of sudden enlightenment.

Why did the battle between the Starry Sky Tower Master and the Six Saints last so long?

Why couldn't the Starry Sky Tower Master enter, and the Six Saints couldn't leave?

Why would the great battle in the Dao Realm eventually involve all the living beings in the Imperial Heaven Realm.

"So that's it, so that's it"

An Qisheng's eyes lit up, and he felt that the fog in his heart had disappeared, and he completely saw the secrets of this world that were hidden so deeply that even a saint like Baidi couldn't see.

Since the chaotic years, countless eras of struggle, everything that seemed unreasonable, seemed to have an explanation.

Why did the saints preach?

And why did they "destroy" and "harvest" one era after another.

It is true that they have hatred for each other, but their real purpose is.

"Refine the false into the true!"

"Bai Di, dead!"

A calm voice came from the void.

"What? Who?!"

Zhu Long was startled, and then he remembered something. His body trembled and he bowed down: "Chi, Chidi God."

"Haha, it's rare that you still remember me."

The plain and cold words came from the red cloud that was looming in the void.

"God, please understand."

Zhu Long's heart was shaking wildly, and big drops of sweat fell to the ground: "God, I, the little god, had no choice."

"Under the Phoenix Emperor's holy fire, this god should not have been spared. Your surrender to Baidi is nothing."

The red cloud loomed and seemed to disappear at any time. Chidi's eyes were dark and his words were plain, as if he didn't care at all.

In fact, Shinto has always only had superiors and subordinates, so-called loyalty naturally does not exist.

The matter of changing flags and changing banners has existed since ancient times.

"Thank you, God."

Zhu Long felt relieved, and looked at the distant Shouyang Mountain incredulously: "Baidi fell, could it be?"

He was extremely shocked.

The aura that burst out from the sky before surprised him a lot, but he just thought that Baidi was fighting with someone in the air.

How could he have thought that Baidi would fall so easily?

But he obviously would not doubt what Chidi said. For a moment, his expression was extremely complicated, with fear mixed with doubt and fear.

"Yes."

Chidi nodded slightly, looked at the Shouyang Mountain through the void, and said lightly: "Zhulong, you send this thing to Shouyang Mountain."

"What?"

Zhulong looked up and saw a four-color interwoven spell slowly floating down in the void.

"Red, blue, black, gold!"

Zhulong was shocked. Could the spell issued by the four emperors together be a declaration of war?

As soon as he thought about it, he wanted to refuse, but before he opened his mouth, the voice of the Red Emperor came again: "Don't let me down."

"God!"

Zhulong's expression changed several times, but he still gritted his teeth and reached out to take the decree. He glanced subconsciously, his eyes suddenly widened, and his tongue was knotted:

"Recruit, recruit? How, how is that possible?!"

Looking at the Dharma post, Zhulong's heart was as chaotic as a hemp rope, and it was difficult to digest it for a moment. He wanted to plead, but there was no trace of the Red Emperor's breath in the void?

"Recruitment?"

Looking at Shouyang Mountain again, the head of the candle dragon was as big as a bucket, and I was extremely frightened.

He didn't know how Bai Di fell, but if he could suppress Bai Di's existence in silence, killing himself would not be any harder than killing a chicken.

Can such a being be recruited? !

Since ancient times, recruitment has always been done by the strong recruiting the weak. The person who can kill the White Emperor is probably still above the Four Emperors in cultivation.

"Trouble, big trouble"

Zhulong grabbed the hot dharma post and stood there for a long time. He still sighed and turned towards Shouyang Mountain.

The immortality of the gods all depends on the divine way. For him, offending the four god emperors is much more terrifying than death.

But even so, he was still reluctant.

In a short journey of more than a thousand miles, it took him less than half a cup of tea to reach the foot of the mountain.

"call!"

Zhulong was full of thoughts, his face was heavy, and he hesitated before climbing up the steps.

The mountain road was not long, but he walked very slowly, like a prisoner rushing to the execution ground, feeling that every step was a great torment.

But what surprised him was that as soon as he reached the top of the mountain, a small blue-skinned monster with a crystal-like body and a monster-like appearance had already come up to him.

The little monster was dressed strangely. When he saw him going up the mountain, he put one hand on his chest and moved his other hand behind his back, giving a very strange gift:

"Guests from far away, I have been waiting for a long time."

"Who are you."

Zhulong took a look at this little monster, but suddenly thought of the red boy King Kong who had forced him to use the 'Zhuzhao' magical power before.

The two were obviously not very similar, and could even be said to be completely different, but there was a strong sense of déjà vu in his heart.

"A practitioner who plays in the mortal world, a seeker on the road of truth. Under Taoist Hongxuan's seat, there is a three-hearted blue soul boy."

Lan Lingtong was also sizing up the 'god' in front of him, and when he heard the words, he answered like a chant.

"Blue Soul Boy"

Zhulong's eyes flashed, and he also gave a salute and said: "I am the Emperor's court, the Zhulong Walker under the Red Emperor, and by the order of the God Emperor, I am here to deliver the dharma post to Taoist Master Hongxuan. We have important matters to discuss with you."

Zhulong breathed a sigh of relief.

What if he could send someone out to greet him? Maybe the result wouldn't be so bad?

"Please come in."

The blue soul boy turned around and led the way.

Zhulong was sizing up Shouyang Mountain, but no matter how he looked at it, there was nothing strange about this mountain. Not to mention the ordinary scenery, there was still very little ingenuity.

In a place like this, not to mention Taoist Hongxuan, even an ordinary practitioner might not appreciate it, right?

With his mind spinning, he came to the Taoist temple and saw Taoist Nanzhan Shangzhen and Hongxuan who was suspected of killing Bai Di.

"Taoist Hongxuan."

Zhulong felt shocked and weird.

Because he couldn't sense the slightest bit of cultivation from this Taoist, but he had a feeling of insignificance, as if he were standing before the abyss and under the sky.

He had never felt this way before, but his intuition told him that the person in front of him was extremely dangerous.

He was thinking a lot, but he didn't dare to neglect and hurriedly saluted: "Zhulong pays homage to Shangzhen!"

"call!"

Under the old tree, An Qisheng still closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. After Zhulong greeted him, he slowly opened his eyes.

He glanced lightly at the red light that flashed and extinguished in the distance before falling on Zhulong:

"These four are very cautious."

Compared to Bai Di, these four surprised him more, not because they were more powerful, but because they were more cautious.

Not only has his true body never appeared, but even his incarnation has been hidden in the void, making him unpredictable.

Buzz!

Before Zhulong opened his mouth, the four-color decree had already risen into the air and landed on An Qisheng's open palm.

Lan Lingtong stood on one side, glanced curiously, and suddenly exclaimed: "Recruitment?!"

It was extremely surprised.

And when it howled, Zhulong's body trembled, almost trying not to slip away.

Seeing that Taoist Hongxuan was looking at the Dharma post in silence, he just bit the bullet and said boldly:

"Taoist Master, the four gods sincerely invite you. With your cultivation, you should have become a god and an ancestor long ago. Even if you are on par with several god emperors, it is not necessarily impossible."

call!

The words stopped abruptly.

Looking at the suddenly burning Dharma post, Zhulong felt a chill in his heart and subconsciously took two steps back, almost running away.

However, he saw that the four colors on the dharma post faded and turned into a deep purple.

"Movement is worse than silence. It is better to seek peace than to fight. If you have this awareness, you will not be able to kill everyone. If you are willing to surrender, then"

After taking the purple dharma sticker numbly, Zhulong looked up in confusion. Under the old tree, the Taoist had closed his eyes again, his tone was indifferent and calm, but it carried a profound message:

"There should be names like yours on the list of gods!"