The Great Tao Chronicle

Chapter 739 Always Alone

"Will it be so?"

Chu Fan was a little confused. He never thought that in the dream of kingship, the people who were called "indigenous" by countless dreamers were also dreamers.

"This dream is called Wang Quan, and Wang Quan Mountain is obviously his inheritance. How can you think that his disciples and grandchildren will not be treated as well as yours?"

Su Jie shook his head: "It feels good to be self-righteous, but it's bad."

The authorities are fascinated by the bystanders. Although he is not a dreamer, he is not ignorant of the 'Dream of King Power'.

Just as all countries have used artificial intelligence to calculate big data, he has also tried it, although it is difficult to know the origin of this mirror due to the lack of necessary information.

But it is almost certain that the creator of this dream must have a great relationship with Wang Quan Dao.

How can such a legacy of existence be an 'indigenous'?

Even if you don't want to get anything from Xuanxing, it must be mutual benefit, not a unilateral win-win for Xuanxing.

"That......"

Chu Fan rolled his throat, swallowed a large mouthful of saliva, suppressed the shock in his heart, bid farewell to Su Jie, and entered the dream again.

......

"call!"

Chu Fan returned to the dream, and when he opened his eyes, it was Feng Mingtao with a face full of impatience.

An hour in reality and half a day in a dream, although Chu Fan and Su Jie had a short conversation, he had been waiting for a long time.

If it's normal, it's fine. When it's obviously anxious, it's more and more long.

"Brother Feng."

Chu Fan just spoke when Feng Mingtao spoke, but his attitude was completely different from before: "We have to go back to the mountain!"

"Huh? How do you say it?"

Chu Fan was obviously cold, but before Feng Mingtao could speak, he already understood what had happened.

"Wangquan Daoist, ascend to immortal!"

In front of Yangxiaotang, the long street where eight horse-drawn carts can travel was crowded with people, and there was an unknown number of people crying.

Wangquan Dao has been benevolent for three thousand years, and the prestige is not comparable to ordinary sects. Especially in this Nanliang City, 90% of them are descendants of the descendants of Wangquan Dao's disciples.

If you know that the Daoist of King Power ascends to the Immortal, it is inevitable that the whole city will be slaughtered. However, no one seemed to know it before. What happened in a short period of time?

"A dreamer descended from Wangquan Mountain..." Feng Mingtao's expression was solemn, and there was even a hint of horror in his eyes: "He said, he said that Wangquan Mountain is already empty!"

"what?!"

Chu Fan stood up suddenly, his heart shaking: 'What Su Jie said, is it true? ! ’

"Up to Daoist Wangquan, old monsters in the back mountain, down to ordinary disciples of Daoist Wangquan, all disappeared!"

Feng Mingtao couldn't hide the excitement in his heart:

"The world is about to change drastically! During the half-day when you returned to reality, at least more than a thousand dreamers left Nanliang City and went to Wangquan Mountain!"

I didn't go there before, but I found out that Daoist Wang Quan had gone to the building before going back. What he wanted to do was self-evident.

Wang Quandao has led the world for 3,300 years. It is unknown how deep it is, how many treasures it has, and the secrets of magical powers. In the past, no one dared to peep.

But now...

"Brother Feng!"

Chu Fan stretched out his hand and pressed Feng Mingtao's shoulder with a solemn expression: "Before everyone didn't want to go, I still want to go, now everyone is going, but we can't go..."

"you?"

Feng Mingtao glanced at him: "Wang Quan Shanren go to Lou Kong, the martial arts of Wang Quan's eight veins will be looted, we..."

"The more this is the case, the more we can't go."

Chu Fan suppressed the boiling in his heart, and told Feng Mingtao about Su Jie's guesses one by one.

"Daoist Wang Quan has left, but who knows they won't come back?"

"This......"

Feng Mingtao shivered involuntarily.

The herdsmen of various countries, the king has the power to shepherd the country.

For three thousand three hundred years, Wang Quan Dao was able to stand still, not only because of Wang Quan Jian, but also because of their laws that never violated them.

The law does not blame the public, and never applies to the way of kingship!

As soon as he thought about it, Feng Mingtao immediately dispelled the idea of ​​going up the mountain. Although there was infinite pity in his heart, he forced himself to bear it.

No matter whether it is treasure or inheritance, there is always a chance to get it, but fate, he only has two.

"We don't rush to inherit, it doesn't mean we don't do anything."

Chu Fan paced to the window, watching the surging crowd, his eyes narrowed:

"You and I are also disciples of the Dao of King Power! Anyone who dares to rush to the mountain can be killed!"

......

"Although a group of disciples led by Chu Fan, Feng Mingtao, Jing Xiaolou and others prevented those with ulterior motives from setting fire to the mountain, Wang Quanshan has also been evacuated..."

The people up and down Wudang Mountain are like weaving, and in a pavilion somewhere in the mountain, Daoist Juechen sits and looks out, listening to the Daotong behind him.

"One wave has not settled, another wave has arisen! Xue Zheng has not been found yet, and this kind of thing happened again in Wangquan's dreamland."

Taoist Juechen shook his head slightly.

Wang Quan Dao is not just a sect, it is the Dinghai Shenzhen that has long floated in the dream, suppressing the realization of the dark thoughts of all those with ulterior motives.

If there is no chaos for a long time, Wang Quan has the final say.

Once the way of kingship disappears, a calm storm will be born.

"Teacher, does the departure of Grandmaster Xue have something to do with the previous refusal to join the League of Dreamers?"

The Daotong looked worried, and the Dreamers Alliance had also invited Daoist Juechen.

The number of Xuanxing dreamers is as high as one million, of which 70% is the Great Xuan, 20% of the rest of the countries, and 10% are overseas Xuanren.

But this does not mean that Daxuan has the absolute upper hand.

In order to attract dreamers to join the unimaginable generosity of many countries, including the Golden Eagle Country, in the past three years, God knows how many dreamers there are in the Dreamers Alliance.

And although Daxuan treats dreamers preferentially, it is impossible to reach that level.

Therefore, the current dreamer alliance is the largest dreamer organization.

"Okay! My plane is about to take off."

Daoist Juechen was not in the mood to discuss the dreamer alliance with his disciples. He took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, then got up and walked down the mountain:

"I'm not here during this time, you are not allowed to enter the Golden Summit, the Golden Palace without permission!"

The boy was disappointed, but he could only nod his head.

Huhu~

Daoist Juechen stepped down the mountain without taking the mountain road, and his speed was beyond imagination. Soon, he got on the plane.

In the past three years, he has made great progress.

But it is clear that the speed of the journey cannot exceed the plane, and the short distance is only enough. The long distance, of course, has to take the plane.

The 'Bigu Pill' that he supplemented with strength cost more than three million big profound coins, and physical strength was much more precious than gasoline.

"Whoo~"

Daoist Juechen exhaled a long breath, and the scorching air flowed away like an arrow in the condensed air, and it did not dissipate for a long time.

The scenery of Wudang Mountain is just right, but on this day, even down the mountain, it is snowing heavily.

The aftermath of the battle when the Serpent of Destruction descended three years ago blew through the atmosphere, causing weather changes on a global scale.

According to the estimates of the Daxuan Observatory, it would take at least three hundred years for the aftermath of the war to be completely digested by Xuanxing.

"Stop here!"

Daoist Juechen stopped, naturally not because he was tired from the journey, but because of a team of special soldiers from the special affairs bureau who walked out of the snow.

"Jue, Master Juechen?"

Those special soldiers with guns and live ammunition were stunned when they saw Daoist Juechen, but the muzzle they held still did not move away.

Three years ago, Tianlian Mountain had been set as a restricted area, and ordinary people could enter, but neither warriors nor dreamers were allowed to enter.

"It's a permit."

Daoist Juechen naturally wouldn't embarrass them, he showed his credentials and walked through the checkpoint.

Huhu~

The closer you get to Tianlian Mountain, the snow and wind seem to get bigger and bigger. It seems that the climate on this mountain is completely different from the outside.

But this wind and snow would naturally not affect Daoist Juechen.

"You will have pity on my old man..."

Before going up the mountain, Daoist Juechen felt a movement in his heart and heard the long and short sighs coming from the mountain.

Take two quick steps up the mountain.

In the Taoist Temple of One Heart, the old Taoist Li Qingyuan, whose Taoist robe was bulging, was trembling and sighing:

"If you live for another two years, just send me away!"

"What does the change in weather have to do with me? Does the Taoist think that I stole your incense?"

An Qisheng smiled dumbly, stopped carving the stone statue, and looked at Daoist Juechen, who was climbing the mountain: "It's a little inconvenient for my body, and I couldn't meet it from a distance. Don't take offense to the Daoist priest."

"Daoist Juechen?"

Li Qingyuan realized it later, and only then did he realize that this true cultivator, who was famous all over the country, couldn't help but bow his head and greet him.

"The Taoist priest Qingyuan is very polite."

Taoist Juechen returned the salute, took a step forward, and his majestic body scurried into the Taoist temple like a ghost, and came to the two of them.

He only glanced at An Qisheng, his brows furrowed deeply, and his heart skipped a beat: "The injury caused to you in that battle is so serious?!"

Daoist Juechen was secretly shocked.

His boxing skills are very high. Before the rise of Mu Longcheng, he was a well-deserved number one in the world. He has already cultivated to the spiritual realm of "seeking good luck and avoiding evil, and the autumn wind has not moved the cicada."

At this moment, at a glance, it was natural to find that An Qisheng's physical condition had deteriorated to a shocking level.

It was as if a piece of porcelain was smashed and spliced ​​together with saliva. It seemed to be intact, but it was actually riddled with holes.

The separation of flesh and blood is not enough to describe.

In his perception, it is a mixture of flesh and bones!

With such an injury, anyone else would die without any suspense.

"It has nothing to do with that battle, I have some problems myself."

An Qisheng spoke very slowly, and his movements were not fast. His fingertips carved on the stone statue without hesitation: "However, it is not a big problem, and it will always be solved."

Compared to Can Ruo Xinghe's will, the body is only a mortal series, which is like stuffing the sun into the body of an ant.

If it weren't for his extraordinary control, his body would have already fallen apart, and not even a drop of blood would be left behind.

But for him, it can be maintained at this time, so naturally it is not a big problem.

A problem that can be solved is never a big problem.

"Your state is worrying."

Daoist Juechen frowned, such an injury cannot be recovered by manpower at all.

"It doesn't matter, I know my own body."

An Qisheng waved his hand indifferently, skipped the topic, and asked, "The Taoist priest came to me because of Master Xue's business, right?"

His eyes were calm.

His qi seed filled the mysterious star, and it has reached the point where it can replace the consciousness of the mysterious star at any time and become the master of the planet.

As long as he thinks about it, there are not many things above Xuan Xing that can hide from him.

"Just be very quiet, come to see you, nothing else matters."

Daoist Juechen swept away his sleeves and sat on the ground. Hearing An Qisheng's question, he just shook his head: "Xue Zheng will be fine, even if there is, you don't need a seriously injured person to come forward!"

Looking at An Qisheng, the old man's beard trembled: "The martial artist of Daxuan is not dead yet!"

"What the Taoist said makes sense."

An Qisheng restrained his smile, perhaps because he was dragged down by his body, and sighed inexplicably in his heart: 'If you can all stand by my side, then it would be very good, very good. ’

Sadly, it was only an instant before he was beheaded by An Qisheng, and Li Qingyuan didn't even notice when he was approaching Daoist Juechen.

"You can rest in peace~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ If you have any requirements, Pindao will definitely do it for you."

Taoist Juechen looked solemn.

Although he is in the wild, his disciples are all over the world, and the power and connections he can use are extremely amazing.

"good."

An Qisheng nodded, he was always willing to accept the kindness of others.

"So, Pindao bids farewell."

Daoist Juechen was about to get up and leave.

"The Taoist priest is not busy leaving."

An Qisheng picked up his finger, and a small pendant carved from the leftovers of the stone statue fell into the hands of Daoist Juechen:

"This is a small object I carved in my spare time. If the Taoist goes here, maybe it will be useful..."

(End of this chapter)