When Dafeng rises, he travels all over the world, travels all over the world, and enters the ultimate place. It is not to measure the heaven and the earth, but to hide the world in his heart.
In thirty-three months, An Qisheng walked a path that ordinary people would never be able to complete in a lifetime.
Finally, he came to Hanlong Inn, went up to the third floor alone, and leaned against the window to drink. No one knew that this old man who looked very old was the most powerful Taoist in the world for 60 years.
Even the landlady, who now looks older than him, can't tell.
An Qisheng put down his wine glass, slowly opened his palms, and wisps of light could be seen flickering on his fingertips. The lights were not very dazzling, but the outlines of each other seemed to be the entrance to another world.
Faintly, you can see the flowers, trees, mountains and rivers among them.
And, an emaciated monk with his eyes closed waiting to die.
That is Chakravartin.
At this time, the Chakravartin King's mind was dim, like a candle that was about to burn out. He not only looked thinner, but almost disappeared.
The fight between the two had ended as early as the first encounter, but his divine will or Yin Shen had been trapped for thirty-three months.
His divine will is extremely powerful and he has already outlined his own Buddhist kingdom.
But at this time, he was almost exhausted.
Taoist Wang Quan did nothing but cut off the connection between his spirit and heaven and earth. He was already going to die, and his body and soul would be destroyed.
King Chakravartin slowly raised his head and looked at the sky:
"What do you want, Brother Tao?"
His character cultivation is extremely high, and even though he is about to enter death now, he is still calm and calm without any distracting thoughts.
"Just giving it a try."
An Qisheng's eyes were dull.
After realizing the Five Qi Chaoyuan, his spirit and body have been highly unified, and the spiritual world can exist in his body in an almost real way.
The higher the spiritual realm, the greater the nutrition needed.
In the Jiufu Realm, there is nothing that can be noticed with the support of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. However, Xuanxing is a truly spiritual place, and another way must be found.
King Chakravartin is the greatest spiritual master in the Jiufu Realm, second only to him. It is naturally the most suitable to use him for an experiment.
He isolated the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and sure enough, within thirty-three months, the spiritual Buddhist kingdom of Chakravartin King had collapsed and was almost wiped out.
After more than a hundred years of practice, I can't even last thirty-three months.
In fact, if it were a truly magical place, the time would be even shorter.
"Is there any result?"
King Chakravartin asked.
He is very smart. Although An Qisheng did not reveal anything, he also knew that he was preparing for the possibility of going to a Jedi with no spiritual energy.
But he couldn't figure out why he would make such an attempt.
After Tianmen, will it still be a place of death?
"I have some clues. I still have to try it myself."
Speaking, An Qisheng sighed:
"After all, I am ten times stronger than you, but the difference is still huge..."
"...."
The King of Chakravartin has an instant of light and death, almost disappearing into ashes.
"That's it, that's all."
After An Qisheng sighed, he tilted his palms and let go of the restraints.
The Wheel-turning King made no move and asked:
"Brother Taoist, aren't you afraid that the young monk will cause trouble for Wang Quan Dao again?"
"The reincarnation of Zhuanlunfa is not the real reincarnation after all. It won't be you who comes back again, let alone what you have achieved now."
An Qisheng flicked his fingers, and a stream of light disappeared into the wind and sand:
"When you come back, you might be in trouble for whoever you are..."
Pure Yang's divine will will also be wiped out, and the indestructible golden body will also decay. There is no way to live forever in the Jiufu Realm, not even heavenly beings can.
Unless, behind the Tianmen is really the legendary fairyland where everyone can live forever.
If gods and humans are like this, how can the divine will of the divine veins be immortal?
The secret method of Zhuanlun Temple is just to find the most suitable child to 'reincarnate', but it is still not oneself. Needless to say, the pollution of the wisdom of the self is destined to make those who practice this way weaker and weaker.
It can even become a stepping stone for others to achieve success.
An Qichang stood up and raised his glass to the heaven and earth:
"Farewell, Jiufukai!"
........
Endless strange lights flashed past.
An Qisheng stood among them and looked around. As far as he could see, there was no sky, no earth, no sun, no moon, no stars, and endless complex lights and shadows flickering. With his current perception, it was actually... Nothing can be seen.
As if in just a thought, he felt the familiar scent again.
That's the breath of Xuan Xing!
"Daoyitu..."
While thinking, An Qisheng perceived the Dao Yitu deep in his soul.
On the ancient scroll, the warm light flows like water, seeming to be much brighter than before.
As he thought, the words above appeared:
[An Qisheng (Master of Daoyi Picture)]
[Shouyuan: 29? (Xuanxing) Status: Intact】
[Specialties: The Great Dream Qianqiu (one-star magical skill) Tai Chi Sanshou (one-star Taoist martial arts)... abbreviated]
[Treasure: King Quan Sword (one-eighth)]
[The trajectory of this life: Unpredictable]
[Power: 1,240,000 points]
In a short period of time, he had learned almost all the martial arts of all the predecessors in the Jiufu Realm from ancient times to the present, and also laid the foundation of his own martial arts. Even after it was exhausted, his Tao power was as high as one million!
It seems desolate in comparison, but it can be said to be earth-shaking.
However, what is more important than his Dao power is that as his divine will has become stronger, the source of the loss has also been made up, and the injury to the source has been healed without medicine.
With a thought, the words on the Daoyi picture disappeared.
"Tong Zhengyang..."
There was a ripple in An Qisheng's heart.
Tong Zhengyang is undoubtedly a person with great luck and can travel through time and space. Such an opportunity has only occurred to him for tens of thousands of years before and after the Jiufu Realm.
In fact, the universe is vast and has countless stars.
It is indescribable to be able to fall into Xuanxing, such a flourishing luck.
If it fell into outer space, even with the strength of Qi Vein, it would never be possible to survive for long.
He waited for a period of time for this side.
Sixty years of planning has finally come to fruition...
........
heavy rain,
jungle,
King Quan Sword,
Tong Zhengyang was seriously injured and his arm was broken, Taoist Juechen's expression changed a thousand meters away, the fire was burning in the distance, the gunpowder smoke in the heavy rain...
An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes and took in everything around him.
I also saw the air wave and fist wind that Tong Zhengyang set off in the heavy rain.
But Tong Zhengyang, who once seemed invincible to him, now seemed too weak.
Even though he was much stronger than all the Qi vessels from three thousand years ago, in his eyes, he was still too weak.
As the rain curtain rose, he slowly raised his hand, and the King Quan Sword in his body made a soft sound, then moved, gathering his arms and reaching his five fingers.
The brilliant sword light slowly lit up.
Then,
His white fingers passed through the rain curtain, and under Tong Zhengyang's disbelieving eyes, he steadily caught the fierce and domineering punch.
Boom!
In an instant, thunderclouds rolled in the sky, and thunder and lightning broke out.
The wildly dancing thunder snakes illuminated the night sky in an instant, and also illuminated Tong Zhengyang's charred and twisted face.
An Qisheng looked indifferent.
Although he had many plans for Tong Zhengyang, his coming to Xuanxing was not something he could do.
He will not forget that in his original trajectory, Tong Zhengyang caused the Xuanxing catastrophe, and countless people were killed by his hands.
boom!
The air waves lifted the curtain of rain.
Invisible energy spreads inch by inch, and the earth full of mud and water cracks.
In just a moment, endless crises arose in Tong Zhengyang's heart.
Indescribable terror descended on his heart, and then exploded like thunder!
At this moment, his body, his soul, and every detail of him were wailing and moaning in despair.
I will die!
I will die!
How can it be?
How can this be?
What happened to him?
Even if the King Quan Sword recognizes its master, how can a person from a place of extraordinary spirituality be able to activate the magic weapons of the King Quan Dao that have been passed down for three thousand years so quickly?
He had been lurking for decades, endured unimaginable humiliation, served the King of Powers for thirty years, suffered countless hunts, and even ended up living in a place of extreme spirituality.
Being bombarded, burned, eating carrion, eating gastric juice, lurking in the stomach of a whale for months, being disturbed by countless ants...
You have suffered so much, you have sacrificed so much, yet you actually made a wedding dress for this kid?
Why?
Why? !
I'm not willing to give in! !
Tong Zhengyang's eyes were bloodshot, he opened his mouth, and the strong wind mixed with rain poured into his trachea.
He couldn't even utter a word.
Then, under the impact of an indescribable force, his feet instantly left the ground.
Countless wounds all over his body spurted out blood, and the sound of bones breaking instantly sounded like a cannon. His whole body seemed to be flying like mud in the rain.
All ambitions and arrogance were wiped out.
Death fills everything.
Will people see the past before they die?
Tong Zhengyang doesn't know.
He didn't want to know this question either.
But at this moment, the past events flashed through his mind one by one.
He was impoverished as a child, he was free-spirited and heroic as a boy, he was famous as a young man, he became famous in his middle age... Countless memories emerged.
Jiannan Prefecture, Yanhua Prefecture, Daqing State, the world...
It is difficult and dangerous to learn martial arts secretly, the youth is young, the anxiety when meeting a woman you admire, the unwillingness and anger of a woman after marrying her brother... and the madness after killing her brother and his wife.
The joy of realizing the ambition to plot the King's Quan Sword, the despair of being hunted by the King's Quan Dao...
After surviving the desperate situation, he was unwilling to come to the land of extraordinary spirits, and was angry to be ambushed by a group of ants...
All the love, hatred and resentment in his life flashed through him in just one thought.
In the end, it turned into a pair of indifferent, deep, and vicissitudes of eyes.
Tong Zhengyang's heart was shaking wildly. Within a few breaths of time, this boy had undergone earth-shaking changes!
In a daze, he seemed to see the thirty-third generation of Taoist King Quan whom he had met before!
At the last moment when endless darkness enveloped his mind, Tong Zhengyang heard that inexplicable sigh:
"Thanks for your hard work......."
What hard work?
Who has worked hard?
What is he saying?
Countless questions flashed through him in an instant, and then, complete darkness descended, completely submerging his mind.
Then, the body, which looked like a rag bag, fell into the mud.
