Buzz~
There were waves in the perspective.
The invisible spiritual power trembled slightly, outlining the outline of the human skin scroll from An Qisheng's perspective.
As An Qisheng's mental power increased, his visualization ability increased day by day.
I can already sketch the outlines of other items in my mind in just one thought.
Thinking about it from his perspective, if he were this master, he would not leave a piece of human skin with nothing for no reason. There is absolutely no way that there is nothing in this human skin.
As his thoughts moved, the human skin roll in his perspective began to tremble.
"Huh?"
An Qisheng's heart moved. He opened his eyes and saw that the human skin was squirming as if it was alive.
Lines of text gradually emerged:
"Seven hundred years, seven hundred years! Finally, someone finally discovered, finally someone discovered me..."
This doesn't seem like a text left behind.
But there is something talking in this human skin scroll...
Something interesting.
An Qisheng's eyes flashed.
Sure enough, the words on the human skin scroll changed again:
"That boy! Have the current eight military leaders ever appeared?"
"Boy?"
The trace of surprise in An Qisheng's heart was suppressed, and he spoke calmly:
"What are you?"
The human skin scroll stagnated slightly, as if it was somewhat incomprehensible to An Qisheng's reaction. Then, as the human skin scroll squirmed, the words on it changed again:
"I am a big Ferris wheel!"
"Big Skyscraper?"
An Qisheng stroked his long beard with his hands and his eyes flashed: "I haven't heard of it."
"never heard of that?!"
The text on the human skin scroll suddenly looked scrawled:
"It's only seven hundred years, it's only seven hundred years..."
An Qisheng pinched the increasingly shiny and translucent human skin and said:
"I'm not interested in who you are, I'm more curious about what you are and the reason for your existence..."
A conscious scroll of human skin?
How does it retain this consciousness?
The spirit is immortal?
soul?
Or something else?
"My divine veins are so powerful that my body will be destroyed but my will will remain forever. I will be immortal!"
The characters on the human skin scroll are like dragons and snakes, which contains a strong will and is intimidating.
"After the spirit reaches a certain level, can it exist without the physical body? This is somewhat similar to the legendary soul in previous lives..."
An Qisheng looked at the human skin scroll thoughtfully.
His spirit is very sensitive, and he naturally knows that it is not the parchment that speaks, but an invisible and immaterial spiritual imprint in it.
However, pure spirit can exist without any support.
What depends on it should be the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, not his spirit that can really reach this level.
However, being able to survive for seven hundred years outside the body means that this spiritual imprint is naturally extremely powerful.
"Daoyitu..."
With a thought in his mind, An Qisheng communicated with the Tao Yitu deep in his soul:
"Can this roll of human skin be converted into Taoist power?"
Buzz~
Deep in the soul, Dao Yitu trembled slightly, and the light flowed like water:
[Discover the power, do you want to convert it? 】
"You! What did you do?!!"
Almost at the same time, the words on the human skin scroll suddenly became extremely scrawled, and the consciousness was extremely shocked.
At this moment, it felt endless terror, as if it could not control its life or death at the moment.
"no."
After looking at the extremely scrawled words, An Qisheng thought carefully and did not choose to convert the power.
In the Jiufu World, the most attractive things to him are naturally the Qi and Divine Veins.
He has dealt with many people with Qi veins, and although there are still secrets, they are basically understood by him. Only this divine vein, so far, he has not encountered one.
There is no way to guess or know.
After all, the territory of Jiufujie is far wider than that of Xuanxing, and its population is larger than that of Xuanxing. It is not easy to meet those masters.
This human skin scroll is suspected to be a legacy of divine veins, and it seems to be aware of the eight celestial weapons. It is a pity to drain them dry like this.
"You, what are your methods? Who are you?"
The terror faded away, and words immediately appeared on the human skin scroll.
An Qisheng ignored it, rolled it up and stuffed it into his sleeve.
"Taoist Master."
Tieshan strode over and had already buried the three of them.
"Let's go."
An Qisheng took a deep look at a mountain forest in the dark night, turned around and left.
Tieshan was thoughtful and quickly followed.
...
In a mountain forest not far from here.
The group of people all fell into silence.
After a long silence, a hoarse voice sounded:
"Xue Chaoyang died unjustly..."
The moonlight was flowing, and in the crimson night, a thin man stood with a knife in his hand, looking straight at the ruins under the night in the distance, his face solemn.
Hearing the hoarse voice, he turned to look at another indifferent middle-aged man in black clothes and asked:
"Tong Luyang, if it were you, how many moves would it take to kill these three people?"
Tong Luyang, a middle-aged man in black, was silent for a moment before speaking hoarsely:
"Although these three people are just condensing Xiao Zhou Tianru's Qi, but with the three of them joining forces, unless they fight me to the death, I will not be able to kill all three of them."
"You are right. Although there is a difference between the big and small Zhou Tianning's Qi, Qi is still Qi. By killing three people so cleanly, Xue Chaoyang and Tuoba did not die unjustly."
The thin swordsman nodded slightly:
"However, the strength he has shown this time is not enough to be on par with Yun Haitian. Decades ago, Yun Haitian ran for tens of thousands of miles and broke through the innate defense lines of the seven auras. He killed one of them alive and seriously injured four others. Have enough energy to escape from the hands of King Chi Lian..."
"Fang Yuhong, what do you want to say?"
Tong Luyang frowned slightly.
"What I mean is that although this person's martial arts skills are superior to mine, he is not as invincible as Yun Haitian."
Fang Yuhong stood with his sword in his arms, his eyes dim:
"So, I don't think we are in a hurry to close the net. It is better to release the news, use his hands to disrupt the martial arts world, and eliminate these restless martial arts masters..."
"You're playing with fire."
Tong Luyang's eyes narrowed and he didn't want to agree:
"Although Yun Haitian is extremely powerful, his path forward has been cut off, but this person's path forward is not yet cut off! If he kills martial arts masters along the way and gathers momentum to advance to the divine vein in one fell swoop, then we will be unable to control him!"
"Divine Veins?"
Fang Yuhong sneered again and again:
"This old Taoist priest is already ninety-three this year, so there is no such thing as a late bloomer! Even if he possesses the spirit-stealing demon skill, it is wishful thinking to use the inner energy of others to condense the divine veins!"
"The Soul-Seizing Demon Technique was something from seven hundred years ago. We still don't know if it is the same as the techniques used by the Six Hell Demon Sects to seize other people's internal energy...if it has the ability to purify internal energy. Woolen cloth?"
Tong Luyang still had some doubts.
It was already 700 years ago that the Demonic Soul-Seizing Technique was revealed, and there is not much information about this magical technique. However, after all, the Master of Soul-Seizing Demonic Technique was someone who had fought against the War Master, so he must have achieved the divine veins. .
"There are many forests in the world, and the population is tens of billions. The masters are like crucian carp crossing the river, but there are only a few with divine veins. Although this old Taoist priest has had adventures, there are not a few in the world who can compare with the spirit-stealing demon technique!"
Fang Yuhong's eyes were light:
"How many divine veins are there?"
Tong Luyang frowned slightly:
"Are you jealous?"
"Jealous? What a joke!"
Fang Yuhong sneered, with fear and disdain:
"Human spirit is as young as the rising sun, middle age is like the red sun in the sky, and old age is like the setting sun! The older you get, the smaller the chance of advancing to the divine vein! Is this old man old enough to achieve the divine vein when he is buried?"
"Master Catcher said that you are in charge of this operation, so you have the final say."
Tong Luyang shook his head slightly, temporarily agreeing.
Without him, he and the people led by Fang Yuhong would be able to protect themselves. However, if they wanted to capture and kill the old Taoist priest, the chances of winning were not great.
Although they have a trump card, but what the old Taoist priest shows must be all?
.......
"These people are really cautious..."
In the night, An Qisheng paused and felt the breath behind him move away.
As early as half a month ago, he discovered the person following him.
It's just that this group of people was very cautious, never getting close, and always keeping a safe distance. If they walked, they would walk, and if they stopped, they would stop.
Whenever they showed signs of turning back, they fled far away.
This time, he thought that those people would take advantage of Feng Zhenzong and others to take action together, but unexpectedly, they still didn't show up.
"The one following behind should be Fang Yuhong."
Tieshan suddenly spoke with a hint of disgust:
"This Fang Yuhong is a man of luxury and luxury. His home is magnificent, he has beautiful wives and concubines, and he has dozens of children!"
The six famous arresters in the six gates are each different. Xue Chaoyang is alone, while Fang Yuhong has a group of wives and concubines.
These two people are also regarded as the least threatening people.
Because of Fang Yuhong's dozens of heirs, almost none of them remained in his house. Almost all of them were driven out of the house by him, and they were not concerned about life or death.
He is a truly heartless person.
He is also the person he hates the most.
"Fang Yuhong..."
An Qisheng was thoughtful.
Naturally, he also knew some of the famous arrests in Liumen.
Fang Yuhong was considered the most ruthless person among them. He killed far less people than Xue Chaoyang, but his reputation was much more evil than Xue Chaoyang.
"This man is good at tracking. Very few of the people he targets can escape his tracking."
Tieshan shook his head slightly.
"If you are good at tracking, let him follow."
An Qisheng smiled and didn't seem to care.
With a thought in mind, he asked:
"I wonder if you have heard of the Big Sky..."
Along the way, the roll of human skin he carried in his sleeve never rested at ease, squirming crazily to get his attention.
"Big Skyscraper?"
There was a pause at the foot of Iron Mountain, and his expression changed slightly:
"Taoist Priest, where did you hear this name?"
"I heard it by chance. Have you heard of this name?"
An Qisheng's eyes lit up.
Although he has the ability to dream and has dreamed of Iron Mountain, he has not remembered all his memories. This is unnecessary and meaningless.
After all, a large amount of useless memory is also a burden on the brain.
"I have seen the name Da Ferris in the six-door document library..."
Tieshan fell into thinking.
