Divine weapons are more than just weapons, they are divine will, martial arts, inheritance, orthodoxy, and incarnations.
The magic weapon is intangible, not for the purpose of changing the use of many weapons, but because the intangible becomes tangible. Invisible weapons can display all martial arts!
Boxing can be a spear, a sword, a Sanshou, it can be anything!
With the gathering of thousands of qi machines and the qi of the world's swords and weapons borrowed by An Qisheng, the Taoist sword finally burst out and displayed the Bagua Furnace, containing all the eight celestial beings and divine weapons!
Boom!
The Bagua furnace formed by intertwined qi and qi was rolling in the thunder clouds. Thunderbolts and swallows fell down one after another like thunderbolts, and sparks of bright electric snakes burst out and fell like rain.
In the Bagua furnace, the divine weapons boiled and charged, and the roars of tigers and dragons continued.
There is thunder rolling outside, and magic soldiers are fighting back inside.
The Bagua Donkey roared and vibrated, making a deafening collision sound.
The newly formed King Quan Sword would never be able to suppress the eight celestial weapons with one force, but at this time, although the Bagua Furnace was shaking more and more violently in the rolling sea of thunder, it never dispersed!
Under the internal and external bombardment and the interaction of Qi and Qi, a delicate balance was actually maintained.
boom!
Boom!
The rolling sound waves flowed down along with the blasting sounds of thousands of thunderbolts, trampling through the void like thousands of ferocious beasts, until they reached all directions, resounding throughout the world.
The Bagua furnace suddenly appeared in the sky and suppressed eight heavenly and human weapons!
Outside Wangquan Mountain, many martial arts masters in Nanliang City and even Ronghua Mansion lost their voices and stared at the Bagua furnace in the sky and sea of thunder.
They couldn't even guess what An Qisheng wanted to do.
However, they could still see that An Qisheng had the upper hand in this battle!
It's unbelievable that a divine weapon that was initially forged could still gain the upper hand against eight enemies.
"Heaven! After thousands of years, a heavenly being was finally born between heaven and earth!"
"How virtuous and capable we are, to be lucky enough to coexist with heaven and man for this lifetime! How magnificent is the Taoist of King's Power, how powerful is the Tao of King's Power!"
"God, God!"
Countless martial arts people were excited about it. Looking at this scene in the sky, they all looked extremely fanatical.
If there is anything in this world that is more attractive to people in the martial arts world than the gods and weapons of heaven, then it must be the gods!
Heavenly beings have been the dream of countless people in the martial arts world throughout the ages!
At this moment, no one saw An Qisheng at all, and they couldn't see clearly what was happening in the sky and thunder sea, but the enthusiasm and excitement in their hearts far exceeded anything before!
Especially the new generation of masters, who have grown up listening to An Qisheng's legend since childhood, are even more distracted and unable to control themselves.
"The aura of the Sun-breaking Bow was completely locked in it..."
Somewhere in Fengzhou, Cang Liu stood holding a bow. At this moment, he couldn't help but sigh and put down the dim long bow in his hand.
It is different from other heavenly and divine weapons.
The sky breaks through the sun, and the bow's power lies not in the bow, but in the arrow.
The reason why it is called the most lethal among the divine weapons is because once the arrow is shot, it is the most brutal blow.
Being trapped in it, the Sun-breaking Bow naturally lost its essence.
"Big Dragon Flag."
Zhao Tianfeng sighed softly, then laughed loudly and walked away:
"Dependence arises and fate perishes, so to speak! I am lucky to have gained it, but I have lost my life. Everything is over. It is better to go back. It is better to go back!"
A faint voice floated in the wind and sand.
Zhao Tianfeng gave up the idea of looking for An Qisheng, and his figure flickered and disappeared at the end of the horizon.
Among the military leaders of this generation, there are some who have conquered the world, some who founded sects, and some who rebuilt Shanmen, but he is the only one who has never set foot outside Mozhou in fifty years.
There is neither a desire for hegemony nor a desire to achieve enlightenment.
His only obsession was to walk in front of the Taoist King, but now it seemed that it was no longer necessary.
It's better to go back.
"To forge the divine weapons with heavenly weapons and boundless thunder and fire, Taoist Wang Quan is really a generous man!"
In the Moon Worshiping Villa, Lord Worshiping the Moon looked at the sky with a solemn expression.
He had a feeling in his heart that after today, the biggest change in the world would come.
Wang Quan Dao will become the uncrowned king of the entire Jiufu Realm, and there will no longer be any controversy.
There is a new behemoth in many major sects and kings' courts. Anyone who wants to resist will become a fan, whether he is an ordinary person or a grand master of the divine veins.
At the same time, he had a more terrifying thought in his mind.
'The Taoist King Quan trapped all the heavenly and human divine weapons, if...'
As soon as the thought flashed, Master Baiyue shook his head again.
Suppressing the divine weapons and refining the divine weapons are not the same concept. The divine weapons are combined with the great fortune of heaven and earth. If you want to refine them all, you almost have to fight against the martial arts of the eight heavenly beings with your own strength!
Even if the King Quan Taoist becomes a heavenly being, he may not be able to do so.
In other words, there is no need at all.
After today, the heavenly and human divine weapons will disappear, and there will no longer be any resistance to the royal power in the world. It is not a wise man to forcibly refine the heavenly and human divine weapons to support the great fortune of heaven and earth.
"It's amazing that he actually accomplished such a thing!"
In the Great Dragon Gate, Yan Kuangtu was amazed.
He knew more than Zhenren Baiyue, because he had already participated in the creation of the King Quan Sword. Not only him, but also Yun Haitian, Wang Jianglong, and many great monks from Huangjue Temple were also involved.
But even though he admired An Qisheng very much, Yan Kuangtu didn't think that this matter could be accomplished. After all, it was a divine weapon.
Even until this moment, he was still in disbelief.
Huhu~
On top of the towering bell tower at Zhengang Daoshan Gate, Tieshan sits cross-legged and chants Taoist songs.
At the moment when the Bagua furnace was formed, his complexion suddenly became excited, and his heart was surging and uncontrollable.
Over the past fifty years, under the guidance of An Qisheng and the huge resources of Wang Quan Dao, he had cultivated a divine vein that he had never dared to imagine. However, even if he was as happy as the day when the divine vein was achieved, he would never be able to do so. Just in case.
He looked up at the sky and murmured in his heart: "King Quan Sword, Wang Quan Sword..."
He still can't forget what he said calmly when he saw An Qisheng when he was in despair at the foot of Tianyu Peak.
Above the heads of all the kings in this world hangs a sword of royal power!
For this sentence, he never relaxed for a moment, just for this day.
Thunder clouds rolled in the sky, countless thunder snakes struck the Bagua stove, the heavenly and divine weapons inside were surging and impacting, and the sound of swords and swords clanking was endless.
Countless people in the world are either shocked, excited, jealous, resentful, or frightened.
At the top of King Quan Mountain, Li Ling knelt beside An Qisheng with a nervous expression, at a loss.
In this world, there are very few things that can make a military leader at a loss, and at this time, Li Ling encountered it.
"Tao Master..."
Feeling the almost imperceptible vitality and the aura of decay and decay in An Qisheng's body, she was filled with worry.
In the past fifty years, she has grown from a little female thief to what she is now, all because of An Qisheng's cultivation.
Not to mention anything else, if he hadn't given him the Dragon King Armor, how could he have become a soldier?
Seeing him like this now, I was naturally frightened and worried.
"Taoist Priest!"
A cry of surprise.
Gui Xiaoer, who had just helped Huang Fu to the back mountain, changed his expression. He let go of Huang Fu and stepped forward.
But Li Ling blocked him three feet away.
Huang Fu accidentally stumbled and almost fell down. Just as he was about to scold Gui Xiaoer angrily, when he saw An Qisheng's appearance, his heart skipped a beat:
"Taoist priest?"
He felt a thump in his heart and stepped forward.
Looking at An Qisheng's white hair and rickety body, deep worry appeared on his face: "How could this be happening, with a loss of energy and blood, and a serious injury to the mind?"
He was pacing back and forth, his expression changing.
After decades of career as the supervisor of Qintian, his vision is extremely broad, and he can naturally see An Qisheng's current state.
At this time, his energy, blood and spirit had all dropped to the bottom, as if the oil had run out and the lamp had dried up.
He didn't know how it happened, but he knew that it must be related to the collision in the sky at this moment.
Sure enough, even if it is a Taoist priest, it is not that easy to suppress the eight celestial weapons.
"Master Huang, what should we do?"
Li Ling looked worried.
"Nothing can be done."
Facing Li Linggui's waiter's gaze, Huang Fu shook his head slightly.
An Qisheng's body is so powerful that not even a cold dragon can compare with it. How can he cure such a body?
Not to mention him, calling in all the doctors from past to present will not help.
"We can only wait."
Gui Xiaoer looked solemn, glanced at Huang Fu and Li Ling, cupped his hands and said:
"I'm going to be on guard. At this time, no one should know about the Taoist Priest's condition..."
With that said, Gui Xiaoer was about to retreat.
At this time, An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes and said softly: "No need, I'm fine."
His eyes were still as deep as ever, and his voice didn't seem to have aged at all.
"Tao Master!"
"Taoist Priest! Are you okay?"
Seeing him speaking up, Huang Fu and the other two men immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
The battle has not yet ended. If An Qisheng is defeated, it is difficult to say whether the human and divine weapons will fall that day and completely destroy Wangquan Mountain.
Although his current state was shocking, if he said it was okay, then it must be okay.
For a long time, he has always been omnipotent and able to do all the unimaginable things in the world.
"nothing."
An Qisheng slowly raised his eyebrows, his neck groaning like an old machine.
He has mastered the method of falling into a dream and has been planning for fifty years. If he still narrowly escapes death, then he would be looking down upon him.
Decades ago, he achieved the Five Qi Dynasty and had already faintly touched the deep mysteries between the spirit and the body.
Just in case, he burned the true energy and blood lineage, and used the strongest divine will at that moment as a guide to drive the King Quan Sword. Only then was he able to completely suppress the eight divine weapons in the Sanshou style of the Bagua Furnace.
"Inform all disciples to return to the mountain."
An Qisheng ordered softly.
Li Ling's body trembled slightly, and he bowed and retreated. Over the decades, Wang Quan Dao has cultivated a group of faith eagles that are comparable to Dafeng's Golden Feathered Eagles, but are more common and consume less energy.
After a while, thousands of faith eagles took off from all over Wangquan Mountain and flew in all directions like arrows.
"Taoist priest?"
Huang Fu heard something in his words, and his expression darkened slightly.
His art of fortune-telling has not yet been perfected, but his simple physiognomy is no less than that of Han Changgong, so he can naturally see what Han Changgong saw.
Even at this time, An Qisheng's breath hit the bottom, and he could see more clearly.
Thirty six months.
Thirty-six months later, today will be An Qisheng’s birthday!
He couldn't understand why An Qisheng, who was only 150 years old, died young, but he felt sad. He knew that An Qisheng would have to make funeral arrangements next.
“There is no need to regret when things happen and things go wrong.”
An Qisheng replied lightly, raising his hand and making a slight move.
Boom!
The air currents in the sky are surging, as mighty as the Milky Way flowing backwards.
In the interweaving of light and darkness, the shadow of the black and white Tai Chi diagram flashed past, and then the Bagua furnace that suppressed the eight heavenly soldiers fell like a meteor, pulling out a huge tail flame of unknown length.
Following the thunder clouds and the rolling sea of thunder, they headed towards King Quan Mountain.
The sky changes accordingly.
Dark clouds gathered over Nanliang City, Ronghua Mansion, and even the entire Fengzhou, while the thunderclouds over other states in Dafeng slowly dissipated as Wang Quan Dao disciples stopped chanting Tai Chi songs. , revealing the clear sky.
boom!
A hundred feet high on the top of King Quan Mountain, among the intertwined black and white Tai Chi diagrams, the Bagua furnace buzzed and turned, like a huge whirlpool, attracting the baptism of thunder.
The Royal Sword cannot trigger thunder.
It was An Qisheng's 'god' who inspired countless thunders to come forward one after another.
Every thunderbolt struck down, even if it was guided by thousands of qi machines and endless war intentions, it acted on the heavenly and human weapons that were constantly impacting and impacting in the Bagua Furnace.
His divine will is also under tremendous pressure.
"Heavenly Weapons......"
Huang Fu looked at this scene and murmured to himself.
Only a hundred feet apart, he could feel that with the beating of many thunders, the most terrifying flames in the world seemed to be coming out of the shadow of the Bagua furnace, constantly burning and refining the heavenly and human weapons inside.
This fire is not an ordinary fire, it is a strange flame born from the power of the Thunder, Electric Snake and Heavenly Soldiers, combined with the Bagua Furnace.
Use your own martial arts magic weapon as the furnace, use the thousands of Tao Qi machines and the borrowed Qi of the world's weapons as firewood, and use the collision force of the heavenly magic weapon and the thunder and electric snake as the fire.
The numbers were superimposed, and the current scene appeared.
He could feel the shadow of the Bagua furnace slowly shrinking and becoming more condensed as the sea of thunder rolled and whipped.
Faintly, he could see the inscriptions and patterns slowly emerging on the illusory Bagua Furnace.
"Three years..."
An Qisheng slowly lowered his eyes, his mind rising, and he was blessed in the Bagua furnace.
Promoting the evolution of the Bagua Furnace amid the churning sea of thunder.
boom!
Boom!
On the top of King Quan Mountain, thunderclouds rolled violently, and in a blink of an eye, it was already three months later.
In the middle of March, all the disciples of Wang Quan Dao in many prefectures returned, and the masters of Shenmai such as Yun Haitian, Wang Jianglong, Yan Kuangtu, Zhenren Bai Yue, etc. also came to Wang Quan Mountain.
boom!
As the last thunder struck down, the thundercloud that had lasted for three months and almost killed all mosquitoes, birds, and beasts within a radius of dozens of miles finally dispersed.
The long-lost light streamed down, shrouding An Qisheng, who was holding a Bagua furnace that had almost turned into substance.
"The King Quan Sword has finally been achieved..."
An Qisheng felt a joy in his heart.
It only took him three years to come to this world and become the best in the world, but it took him more than fifty years to get this royal sword. Counting the dream itself, it has been more than a hundred years!
The amount of mental effort required is unimaginable.
"call!"
He exhaled slowly and lowered his eyes.
The mountain behind is very peaceful and you can hear a needle drop.
But it wasn't that there was no one there. On the contrary, An Qisheng was three feet away, and the entire back hill was already filled with people. At a glance, it was dark like a sea of people.
Among them, Han Changgong looked desolate, Yun Haitian looked complicated, Huang Fu showed reluctance, Zhenren Baiyue showed admiration, Yan Kuangtu showed regret, Jiang Tingting had tears in her eyes, Tieshan looked dejected, and Bai Xianer was about to cry. , Sun En was worried...
And the only alternative fan people among them.
While everyone was waiting, Fan Zimin sat cross-legged, with a palm spread in front of him, using the tip of his tongue to touch ink, and kept writing and drawing on the paper, not knowing what he was recording.
His dull eyes swept over everyone one by one, including his friends, his disciples, and many disciples.
There are many, even seeing myself for the first time.
But he was extremely familiar with everyone.
"Brother Dao!"
Yun Haitian took a step forward and cupped his hands slightly.
"Brother Yun, there is no need to say more."
An Qisheng shook his head slightly and threw away the Bagua furnace he held in his palm.
Tieshan subconsciously stretched out his hand to take the Bagua Stove, and was slightly surprised when everyone looked at him:
"Taoist, what are you doing?"
At this time, almost all the disciples of Wang Quan Dao had gathered in Houshan, including the eight disciples of Wang Quan, including his direct disciples Jiang Tingting, Zhang Haohao, Yan Kaiyu, Liu Ming and others.
There seems to be no reason to give it to yourself.
"You and I agreed at the beginning that if the work is completed at this time, it will naturally be initiated by you."
An Qisheng stood up slowly and glanced at everyone present:
"The King's Power Sword is where my will lies. Every hundred years, someone will be chosen to pass it on to the world. Anyone who gets the King's Power Sword will be my disciple, the Eighth Prince of King's Power!
Among the eight sons, the one with the highest merit and deeds will bear my name and be the kingly Taoist in future generations! "
His voice was neither high nor low, but it rang in the hearts and ears of everyone present. It was extremely contagious and seemed to be deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts!
The King Quan Sword should be regarded as the eighth one, seven sons and one mother. The strong one commands the seven swords as the mother, and becomes the new generation of King Quan Taoist!
Everyone who heard the meaning of An Qisheng's words was shocked.
This is a matter of the future.
Is Taoist Wang Quan going to open the Gate of Heaven?
still.......
"I will obey the orders of my ancestor!"
In the back mountain, thousands of Wang Quan Dao disciples knelt down and kowtowed:
"From the disciples to the members of the king's powerful sect who have inherited it from generation to generation, they will definitely remember the order of the ancestor!"
Thousands of people responded in unison, the sound waves were mighty, as if they were stronger than thunder, and the air currents stirred up were howling.
When the words disappeared, everyone looked up.
Between heaven and earth, there seemed to be no trace of An Qisheng.
Only a calm voice with a hint of sadness swayed in the wind: "Gentlemen, I hope to see you again soon!"
No one knew how he disappeared. Not even Kuangtu Yan, Sun En, and other Taiyin Wuji masters in the crowd saw him.
But at the same time, a clear understanding arose in their hearts:
This will be the last time I see An Qisheng.
Even if there are thousands of royal Taoists in the future, it will never be him again...
"Teacher! Teacher......"
Jiang Tingting, Zhang Haohao, Yan Kaiyu, Liu Ming, Bai Xianer and other disciples fought for the ground with their heads, tears streaming down their faces, and infinite reluctance rising in their hearts.
"This is......"
Yan Kaiyu kowtowed heavily and raised his head. His palm trembled and he suddenly pinched a foreign object.
He pinched it gently and found that the object was white and square, looking like sheepskin, but in fact it was a piece of human skin.
"Master's handwriting? Is this what Master left for me?"
Looking at the writing on the paper, Yan Kaiyu's heart trembled. He slowly opened the human skin scroll and saw eight large characters lined up on it, which contained profound thoughts:
Three thousand years later, the Xun sword shines brightly!
