The golden eagle drifted away and soon disappeared from sight.
"call!"
At this time, An Qisheng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
The blood that was boiling violently in his body slowly calmed down.
Having taken so many punches from the Red Sun Dharma King, his body was somewhat damaged.
After all, these many horizontal training techniques are intertwined in parallel. Although there will be no backlash and collision under his strong mental control, it is difficult to achieve a perfect integration.
To solve this problem, we must integrate many horizontal training martial arts, summarize them, and create our own unique horizontal training system.
In martial arts, the most suitable person is always the best, not the bigger the name, the better.
An Qisheng has always known this.
"Taoist Priest!"
A hundred feet away in mid-air, Wang Jianglong cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Hit the divine veins and kill the red sun. The Taoist priest's actions really opened Wang's eyes!"
"It turns out to be Gang Leader Wang."
An Qisheng replied:
"I don't dare to praise you as a gang leader."
Wang Jianglong, leader of the Beggar Clan, is a powerful man who unites millions of beggars in Dafeng.
The Beggar Gang has a bad reputation in the Dafeng martial arts world, but in fact, it is impossible for a large gang with millions of members living at the bottom to be without a trace of darkness.
But that's just because the Beggar Clan has a bad reputation. Wang Jianglong's reputation is not stained at all.
Even Yun Haitian looked down upon him when it came to the Beggar Clan, but when it came to this person, he had nothing to criticize.
An Qisheng knew more. In the original "Red Sun Disaster" he saw, the Red Sun Dharma King destroyed the Chivalry Sect, and it was this King who attacked the Red Sun Dharma King earlier than many masters in the court.
They both wanted to get acquainted, so naturally they had a great time talking.
Rumble~
At this time, there was a muffled sound of thunder from the horizon, and thick dark clouds rolled in, quickly blocking the sky.
There was moisture in the strong wind.
"It's raining......"
Wang Jianglong stretched out his hand to touch the moist breeze and couldn't help but smile:
"The rain came just in time!"
The two of them landed on the top of a barren mountain one after another.
Not long after, there was lightning and thunder over the mountains, dark clouds rolled, and heavy rain poured down, covering the forest fire that had been burning for seven or eight days.
On the top of the mountain with heavy rain and mist, An Qisheng looked at the sky and couldn't help but sigh.
The fire that stretches between the mountains cannot be extinguished even by the divine veins.
But under the power of heaven and earth, he was quickly suppressed.
As his Qi vessels matured and his true Qi could connect with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, he felt more and more insignificant.
It's no wonder that many masters in the Jiufu Realm don't care about polishing their bodies. No matter how powerful their bodies are, they are insignificant compared to the world.
"After this, no one will dare to take the Taoist priest's advice anymore."
Wang Jianglong stood in the heavy rain.
He never resisted the heavy rain, and even spontaneously withdrew his true energy and allowed the heavy rain to wash away:
"Lao Yun originally asked me to clear up Taoist Priest's name, but I knew that Lao Yun never knew people well, so I ignored him. When I saw Taoist Priest today, I realized that Lao Yun was not completely blind after all!"
An Qisheng just smiled and didn't care.
He has never felt that the quality of his reputation affects him. I am just me. He can't control what other people think of me, and he doesn't bother to care if he can.
After all, what drives the people in the martial arts community to come here in an endless stream, is it just because he is a big devil that everyone wants to beat?
If he were an eminent monk who was afraid of killing ants, no one would accept the reward offered by the imperial court?
I'm just afraid that more people will come.
"This rain is coming so hard, I'm afraid it won't last long..."
Looking at the mountains where the heavy rain was pouring, Wang Jianglong frowned slightly, then cupped his hands and said:
"Wang went to put out the fire. If we meet again next time, I will drink three hundred cups with the Taoist priest!"
"Sure as you wish!"
An Qisheng responded with a salute.
Wang Jianglong turned around and flew into the sky, carrying the wind and rain all over the sky, just like the dragon king spreading rain, and flew straight towards the fire that was burning even in the heavy rain.
An Qisheng stood in the rain for a long time and then drifted away.
........
The Red Sun Dharma King fought with people in the mountains of Liangzhou, and the fire he caused was known to the world along with the tide of beasts in various places.
Countless people are still speculating whether this matter will attract all the great masters to take action.
The blood demon An Qisheng used his body of energy to attack the divine veins and killed the Red Sun Dharma King in the mountains in one fell swoop. This once again caused an uproar in the martial arts world!
The Red Sun Dharma King has been famous for decades and is a famous big devil in the seventy-three states of Dafeng and even in the martial arts forests of other countries.
Was he killed, or was he killed by a Qi pulse master?
Countless people were shocked and at the same time in disbelief. If this matter had not been said by Wang Jianglong, the leader of the Beggar Clan, they would have thought it was nonsense.
But it wasn't until the imperial court's rewards were revoked that everyone knew this was true.
There was an immediate uproar.
Now, when the blood-transformation Dacheng has become famous in the city, the Qi-Pulse Dacheng has become powerful in a state and is famous all over the world.
Divine Vein Masters are at a level that is completely beyond the comprehension of most people.
But there are few people who don't know the legend that a master of divine veins can always form an army by one person and be powerful enough to defeat a country.
Suddenly, An Qisheng's already hot reputation became even more famous, catching up with the top ten grandmasters in the weapons spectrum.
Many martial arts people who originally gathered around Zhongzhou dispersed.
Divine Vein is synonymous with invincibility in today's world. The Blood Demon can kill even An Qisheng and even Divine Vein. How can they be opponents?
If that was the case, perhaps someone really interested in profit would come looking for him, but with the removal of the reward offered by the imperial court, naturally most people no longer wanted to be enemies with him.
Some of the 'heroes' who came in the name of revenge for their friends were even disgraced.
Of course, An Qisheng, who was running around Liangzhou to drive back the beast tide, did not know about these things.
Roar~
The cold dragon roars and roars for hundreds of miles.
The beasts all over the mountains and plains trembled when they heard the sound, and fled away wailing.
The instinct between beasts allows them to ignore humans, but they cannot ignore the cold dragon flying in the sky and roaring fiercely.
On top of the dragon's head, An Qisheng stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in hunting robes.
It has to be said that the vitality of this cold dragon is inhuman. It was hit so hard by Cao Tiangang and Red Sun Dharma King one after another that almost the brains were knocked out. It was also hit on the ground several times from the sky, but it actually did not die.
Just like the Golden Eagle King who was disemboweled by Cao Tiangang, he was even able to fly all the way back to Zhongzhou after being disemboweled.
Finding that the cold dragon was not dead, he used the Ferris wheel method to subdue the cold dragon when it was seriously injured.
Although this Han Jiao is ferocious in nature, its spirituality is not low. If it were not for being shot in the head one after another, even he would have difficulty subduing it.
In fact, this is also the case. With the martial arts of the Red Sun Dharma King, it took him a full twenty years to barely subdue him. If the Ferris wheel method was so magical, the Wheel King would have been invincible in the world.
Roar~
Seeing all the beasts running away, Han Jiao let out another roar, swooped down, and exploded with breath, making countless beasts tremble in fear and fall to the ground with urine and feces.
Then he flew into the air triumphantly.
But at this time, it suddenly discovered something strange.
I saw that despite its ferocious power, there were still beasts that did not kneel down to show their submission.
It was about to get angry when it suddenly heard a cold snort coming from above its head.
Suddenly he trembled and his arrogance disappeared.
An Qisheng lowered his eyes and looked.
Standing alone among the herd was a small black and white donkey.
This little donkey is ordinary, not a rare animal. It can remain unmoved by the power of the cold dragon, naturally because there is a person sitting on its back at this time.
A monk.
A handsome little monk wearing moon-white monk robes, with red lips and white teeth.
At this time, the young monk was holding a relic that exuded a faint red light and said to himself:
"Why is it only so bright?"
Phew~
The air flow roared, and the cold dragon lowered its huge head. An Qisheng walked down, stepping on the air as if he were stepping on the ground.
"Little monk, we meet again."
An Qisheng smiled slightly, this little monk was naturally Huiguo.
A few months ago, he killed a mountain of bandits for a donkey in Snake King Mountain and fought against Huiguo, a young monk from Longxiang Dharma Temple.
No different than then, now he could detect the realm of this young monk at a glance.
He condensed the meridians of his hands, feet, trunk, etc., and he was able to form the Small Zhoutian, but he did not condense it. It was obvious that he wanted to achieve the Great Zhoutian.
"An donor."
Huiguo came back to his senses. Although An Qisheng had white hair and black hair and looked not much older than him, he still recognized him at a glance.
He turned over and got off the donkey. When he turned over, the little donkey also fell limply to the ground. Its limbs twitched and rolled its eyes, but it was so frightened that it fainted.
He held the red relic and walked around An Qisheng a few times. Looking at the faint red light on it, he looked at An Qisheng in confusion:
"Donor An has made rapid progress in the past year. Could it be because of the soul-stealing demon skill?"
Huiguo was very surprised.
In the past year, An Qisheng's name has been well known to him. In fact, he has been looking for An Qisheng for several months.
He originally thought that An Qisheng had really practiced the soul-stealing demon technique to be promoted at such a fast speed.
I just didn't expect that the red light on the relic was still so weak.
"Little monk, you are too reckless."
An Qisheng glanced at the little monk who seemed to be a little stubborn and said calmly:
"With your martial arts skills, I can stab you to death with one finger. Even if I practice the spirit-seizing demon technique, what can you do?"
"Then it seems that Donor An has not practiced this magic skill."
Hui Guo breathed a sigh of relief, clasped her hands together and said:
"Even if Donor An has truly mastered this magic skill, he will not kill the young monk."
"Is he psychic?"
An Qisheng raised his eyebrows and asked again:
"Now, so what?"
Seven hundred years ago, Longxiang Dharma Temple was also a large sect comparable to Huangjue Temple and Jishen Sect. The many martial arts passed down by it were naturally extremely miraculous.
He had seen this martial art before and even learned it when he entered Meng Huiguo.
Its name is "Hexin Tong", which is a martial art that can sense the good intentions and bad intentions of others after the Heart Sutra is condensed.
"An Donor?"
Hui Guo's eyes widened, quite surprised.
If he hadn't watched helplessly, he would have thought that there was no one in front of him.
He had been cultivating his mind for a long time, but he could no longer feel any of his emotions.
"The donor has such a deep character and cultivation."
After being surprised, Huiguo expressed admiration.
"After all, you can't live without thoughts."
An Qisheng shook his head.
There is no good or disgusting body, there are good and evil actions, and Huiguo will detect good and evil only if his mind is not calm. If he can't think of it, let alone Huiguo's mind, he will be the legendary immortal. Even the Buddha's other minds cannot perceive even half of it.
"Little monk, you have a good sense of the relics. The Soul Seizing Demonic Technique is in my body."
After sighing, An Qisheng answered softly.
As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows.
The words were not addressed to Huiguo, but to another monk who was pacing very far away.
It was a middle-aged monk who also wore moon-white robes.
His figure is tall and slender, his face is like a crown jade, his eyes are like morning stars, and his eyebrows are slender. His beauty is no less than that of Hui Guo, if not more so.
There is a saying that has been circulating in the world for a long time.
It is said that there are not many heroes in the world who are handsome, and there are not any descendants of Longxiang Dharma Temple who are ugly.
This has always been the case for seven hundred years.
"Amitabha."
The middle-aged monk put his hands together and gave a slight salute:
"Little monk Fuxin, I have met the old benefactor An."
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