A fatwa, spread by the imperial court's powerful intelligence system, quickly spread to the seventy-three states of Dafeng, thousands of prefectures, and countless counties.
In an instant, it was like a burning fire cooking oil.
An Qisheng, who was already famous, instantly became a favorite among everyone.
The Great Returning Pill and the Secret Book of Divine Veins were just that, but they even provided the conditions for tailor-made divine weapons.
Not only some members of the martial arts community, but also the masters of small and medium-sized sects and some large sects were a little jealous.
"A fatwa..."
In the chivalrous sect, An Qisheng held a piece of yellow paper in his palm, with a ripple in his eyes.
After understanding the spiritual state of avoiding danger, he no longer cares about being chased by others. He will not be afraid even of the divine veins in this world.
The reason why he is unscrupulous is because he is fearless.
He was a little surprised. He thought that after killing Yang Ling, Zhao Changying and others, the court would send out those divine vein masters to take action.
But unexpectedly, this fatwa was waiting for him.
For a moment, he thought a lot.
Many thoughts emerged in his mind, many possibilities emerged one by one, and were eliminated by him one by one. In the blink of an eye, he had already guessed several possibilities.
The first possibility is that the Golden Wolf Court and Dafeng are about to start a war, and many masters are restraining each other and cannot take action easily.
Second, the imperial court wanted to use him as a sword to cleanse the martial arts world.
These two possibilities were not difficult to guess after he got a lot of information.
It's just that he thought deeper.
After entering the dream of Chiwuti, the master of Zhuanlun Temple, he learned that the Golden Wolf Kingdom wanted to go to war this time, and more of them were determined to do so by the Golden Wolf Royal Court.
Are they really going to war?
Or do you want to use this so-called reason for war to do other things?
For example, cleanse the martial arts world.
Different from the chaotic martial arts world in Dafeng, the Golden Wolf Court regards Zhuanlun Temple as its most respected place.
But the same thing is that martial arts is extremely harmful to the imperial court.
In other words, the Grand Master Chakravartin, who mastered the Ferris wheel method and ranked fourth in the weapon spectrum, was even more harmful to the Golden Wolf Court.
"Brother?"
Seeing An Qisheng picking up the wanted order and pondering for a long time, Yun Haitian couldn't help but call out.
"fine."
An Qisheng came to his senses.
"Brother, are you worried about this wanted order?"
Yun Haitian frowned:
"The court's hands are too vicious. Even if it were me, I'm afraid there's nothing I can do about it."
Yun Haitian saw clearly.
With An Qisheng's current martial arts skills, there are few opponents in the martial arts world. Except for the masters of the divine veins from the top sects, there are few people who can defeat him.
The rest of the martial arts community, even if they came in tens of thousands, could not kill An Qisheng.
With his speed, no one in Qi Mao could catch up with him.
It's just that as the saying goes, people die for wealth and birds die for food. The rewards from the court are so generous. I wonder how many people will be moved by it.
The most indispensable thing in this world is pretentious people.
I always think that what others can’t do, I may not be able to do.
And once those people come, this old man's temper will be so violent that he will be killed.
He has good intentions, but he never hesitates to treat others with the utmost malice.
In his opinion, if the situation is really likely to reach that point, whether it is Huangjue Temple, Ji Shen Sect, Zhen Gang Dao, Dalongmen or those at Wanjian Villa, they will definitely be blocked in the mountain gate by the people of the imperial court. out.
If so, it will inevitably be the beginning of a new round of martial arts catastrophe.
"The wanted warrant is optional, but I don't care much about it."
An Qisheng shook his head slightly, his eyes dark.
Everything Yun Haitian can think of, he can also think of.
He tapped the table gently and said calmly:
"It's just that I'm curious. Isn't the imperial court afraid that I will make another breakthrough and fight all the way to the capital to behead Prince Feng?"
"Brother, be careful what you say."
Yun Haitian smiled bitterly: "I know that I have complaints in my heart, but if Prince Feng can't be killed, even if he can be killed, I'm afraid that dragons and snakes will rise again in the world, and all life will be in ruins."
The power of the Dafeng court was unparalleled among all other countries, and the Nantianshan Huihui was able to defeat even one enemy and three enemies. In fact, if some martial arts figures had not defected, they would have even won a complete victory.
Over the years, as Dafeng's national power has increased, more and more people want to assassinate the king and kill him. However, the king of Feng has been fine so far. One can imagine what his methods are.
"This is for sure that I can't break through."
An Qisheng couldn't help but sneer.
He has dreamed of many martial arts masters, including masters from major sects and powerful forces such as Mr. Lan Da, Zhao Changlin, Hui Guo, Xue Chaoyang, and Tuoba Chongguang. Naturally, he has no understanding of divine veins.
The martial arts in the Jiufu Realm can only be glimpsed after the blood exchange is completed, and the true energy is condensed before entering the palace.
But the most difficult thing is to condense the Qi veins and forge the divine veins.
Needless to say, the difficulty of condensing the energy channels is extremely complicated and arduous. If there is even a slight mistake, there will be no possibility of progress.
But compared to forging divine veins, this difficulty is nothing.
There are not too many Qi pulse masters in various countries, at least more than ten thousand people, but the number of divine pulse masters on the weapon spectrum is not even thirty-six.
Of course, some countries are hiding something secretly, but even if they are not hiding it, this number will not be much different.
You must know that the life span of the divine vein is three hundred years. This number also includes old antiques such as Huangjue Temple Ikkyu who have lived for nearly three hundred years.
After three hundred years, only fifty can be accumulated, which shows how difficult the divine veins are.
"Divine Vein..."
Yun Haitian sighed softly, his face a little desolate.
He has been famous for sixty years, which is a full sixty years before he was trapped in the divine veins. It would be a lie to say that he has no obsession.
He picked up the teacup and blew on it gently, and said: "Some people say that I am the person closest to the divine veins. If I hadn't been injured, I would have been promoted to the divine veins. This is not true."
"Appreciate further details."
An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly.
Although he understands the divine veins, Yun Haitian naturally has his own unique understanding since he was trapped in the divine veins for sixty years.
"When the Qi pulse is fully developed, people interact with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Over time, the true energy gradually becomes spiritual. This spirituality is nothing else but martial arts..."
Yun Haitian said slowly:
"Spirituality does not come out of nothing. Only when martial artists of our generation practice a martial art to the highest level can spirituality be born from the true energy!
That Feng Qingxuan's magic sword slash has been developed spiritually, and the sword seems to have life when it is struck. Even with eyes closed, a casual sword can cut through the enemy's flaws..."
An Qisheng nodded slightly.
He knows this, and he also knows that Feng Qingxuan gained his spirituality through this magic sword slaying technique, and Yun Haitian gained his spirituality through the righteousness Changhe Kung Fu, the Xia King Demon Slaying Kung Fu, the Walking Cloud and Snow Kung Fu, and the Wan Lang Kung Fu. All nine martial arts, including Jingtai Palm, have developed spirituality!
If he didn't take action this time, Yun Haitian would be seriously injured and dying to fight Feng Qingxuan, and the final result would be both death.
Even that Wushuang will be killed together.
This can be inferred from the fact that the target of revenge from Yundongliu is the Chilian Demon Sect, not Feng Qingxuan and Wushuang.
"But besides that, there is one last step."
Speaking of this, Yun Haitian's face became slightly solemn: "The gods control the spirits and must withstand the test of heaven and earth..."
"This step is also called the Yin Shen leaving the body!"
"The Yin God leaves the body..."
An Qisheng murmured to himself.
When the Yin Shen leaves the body, he or she breaks out of the body after realizing that the "god" is powerful enough.
At that time, with the interaction of qi and the transformation of the magnetic field, there will be thunder to hit you and fire to burn you between heaven and earth.
Only if you can resist it, can you step into the divine veins. Otherwise, your body will die and your Tao will disappear.
In fact, if he had a physical body, with his current body, a few thunders would definitely not be able to kill him, as long as there were not a series of thunders.
But when the spirit is out of the body, without the protection of the body shell, only practicing spiritual martial arts can be used as a means. How dangerous is it to resist the thunder?
As soon as the thunder sounded, I was afraid that my soul would be gone.
"Yes, the Yin Shen left the body..."
Yun Haitian's eyes were a little blurry:
"It is rare to resist lightning strikes in ancient times. However, over thousands of years, various methods of avoiding disasters have been passed down. Among them, the most well-known and effective one is to create a magic weapon!"
Divine weapon, divine weapon.
It was originally a weapon commanded by the 'god'!
An Qisheng's eyes flickered as he recalled Kong San.
After defecting from the Jishen Sect, this abandoned disciple had no shortage of martial arts practice, and the existence of the soul-stealing demonic skill also made him need no pills or resource assistance, but he eventually joined the Six Hell Demon Sect... .
Therefore, he moved the corners of his mouth and said the last words Yun Haitian wanted to say:
"Unfortunately, after tens of thousands of years, there are very few strange spiritual objects in the world that can be used to create magical weapons, and most of them are in the hands of many large sects and powerful forces..."
........
The Dafeng border is in the far north, a place of extreme bitter cold.
The strong wind carried the snow all over the sky and scattered it. In the extremely cold world, the visibility was extremely low. Ordinary people could die suddenly even if they walked in it.
And in such a cruel world, a group of people trudged through the snow, braving the cold wind as sharp as a knife.
A group of people dressed in black, with long bows and swords on their backs, trudged through the snow half a man high, but their speed was extremely fast.
The thin clothes were moving in the wind and snow, but the man was as silent as stone.
In the dimly lit sky full of snow, the group of people ran for hundreds of miles before slowly coming to a stop.
The view is as far as the eye can see.
Under the boundless howling wind and snow, there is an endless stretch of towering mountains. In front of the mountains, there is a calm and deep lake.
The lake was sparkling, but there was no trace of ice in this land of heavy snow and bitter cold.
Huhu~~~
On the bank of the big lake, a group of people stopped and stood, their bows and knives covered with heavy snow.
Everyone in the group said nothing and remained silent.
They looked at the vast lake, which was like an ocean, and saw a small boat suddenly floated out from between the mountains under the heavy snow.
The boat sailed leisurely in the snow and ice, making ripples.
On the deck, a man dressed in a coir raincoat was fishing with a pole. He felt indescribably content, as if he was integrated with the mountains and snowy lake here.
"Let us bow to the Dharma King!"
Seeing someone coming from the boat, a group of people on the shore knelt down and worshiped on the ground, burying their foreheads in the deep snow.
The person who came was none other than the Dharma King of the Red Sun who had been fishing in the lake for twenty years.
"What a beast, he hid well!"
The calm voice fell to the ground from the wind and snow. Everyone felt their hearts heat up, and the coldness around them seemed to disappear in an instant.
It seems that this voice contains a strong masculinity.
"The Dharma King......"
The group of people trembled and couldn't help but look up.
There seemed to be a red sun rising over the lake, shining through the flying snow in the sky. Water mist evaporated on the huge lake in an instant, as if it was boiling by the red sun.
Dozens of miles away on the lake, a heat wave hit us, causing all the snow on everyone's bodies to disappear, and their wet clothes to dry out in an instant!
Roar~~~
Then, a roar that was as loud as an ox and a tiger, but louder than an ox, and more powerful than a tiger's roar, surged out from under the rolling and boiling lake.
"What?!"
Everyone's hearts were beating wildly.
I saw amidst the billowing mist-like water vapor, as the boat soared into the sky, a huge figure with a color as green and black as ice was pulled out of the lake by the thin fishing line!
Under the huge head is a huge body that is ten feet long!
I saw that the giant beast had a head like a camel, antlers like a deer, and a beard that was about ten feet long. It was roaring in anger, and the sound shook the sky, and huge waves rose up with it.
Sweeping across the sky, like a fairy ship, it swept over the small boat in the mist. The light around it shone like the rising red sun. The coir raincoat laughed loudly:
"What a good beast, I have captured you nine times in twenty years. If you don't surrender this time, I will pull out your dragon tendons, peel off your snake scales, roast you and eat you!"
In the endless light and heat, the cold dragon struggled several times and swayed thousands of water dragons. It was unwilling to give in and fought in anger.
But no matter how hard it exerted its force, huge waves stirred up the lake surface for miles, but it could not shake the thin fishing line. In the end, it was pulled into the clouds and mist.
Only a sad and desperate roar was left.
Roar~
Amidst the roar of the dragon, the boat fell and slapped on the lake.
Everyone looked up and saw wind and thunder roaring.
The man in coir raincoat walked across the wind and snow in the sky astride the dragon, gradually getting further and further away:
"I already know about this, please go ahead!"
