god?
Su Jie was confused, where did God come from in this world?
"What will it be......"
Potter's eyes flashed.
The collision that night was still fresh in his memory. That kind of power has surpassed all practitioners in ancient and modern times, and has exceeded the category of 'human'.
Like a god and Buddha walking on the earth, even if he is faced with the most powerful thermal weapon in the world, he can escape unscathed.
What could kill him?
With his speed, even if a nuclear bomb exploded, it would not be able to kill him unless it hit his head.
"Ahem!"
Potter coughed twice, and an abnormal color appeared on his face.
He immediately had no intention of giving advice to Su Jie, turned around and walked into the house, dialed the phone and wanted to send someone to investigate.
........
"Mulon City, Potter..."
On the top of a barren mountain, An Qisheng was sitting cross-legged. When the two of them were thinking, his mind was slightly touched, and ripples appeared in the depths of his eyes, as if he saw the two of them.
Once you think of it, there will be an echo.
Living in the same world, if anyone thinks of him, he will notice it in his heart, unless that person's spiritual practice exceeds his.
But in the dream, Jiazi has passed. Although his body at this time cannot reach the peak of his body, no one in the world can compare with him in terms of mental cultivation.
Even if it is the Grand Master Jian Shen, the same is true.
A gentle breeze carries the smell of earthy vegetation after the rain.
An Qisheng slowly stretched out his palm, and under the dim light of the early morning, there seemed to be a glimmer of light.
"Tong Zhengyang..."
He murmured slightly to himself, and in his eyes, the palm gradually pulled in, expanded, and expanded until it filled his entire field of view.
In a daze, in his eyes, the palm of his hand seemed to turn into a huge white jade square with no boundaries.
Then, the sight is raised.
A mountain peak stands tall, with all the pavilions and buildings on it.
I am dead......
I'm not willing to give in!
I'm not willing to give in!
In a daze, the darkness seemed to slowly fade away before his eyes.
Tong Zhengyang's thoughts came to his mind in a daze, as if he had seen the long-lost light.
What you can see is the clear blue sky and the three-wheel sun shining with endless light.
Jiufujie?
Me, am I back? !
Did I survive again?
Tong Zhengyang was so happy that he turned over and sat up, looking around.
At this sight, he was stunned.
In front of the white jade-like square is a tall mountain gate with a black and white Tai Chi diagram outlined on it.
This is the mountain gate of King Quan Dao!
"King Quan Dao..."
A deep chill rose in my heart.
He stood up staggeringly and looked around. At the foot of the mountain, there was the Wenxin Hall and the Jiejian Stone. Behind the mountain gate, there was also the Tai Chi Dojo. However, there was no one there.
It was empty, like a ghost town.
"Something's wrong, something's wrong..."
Tong Zhengyang felt even colder in his heart.
It is impossible for Wang Quan Dao to be without people, and no one can make Wang Quan Dao without people.
It has stood firm for three thousand and three hundred years, and the King Quan Road has also encountered impacts. At that time, the eight sons of the old and new King Quan were replaced, and the King Quan Sword disappeared.
There were more than a dozen divine veins that came together, first leading away the contemporary Seventh Son of Wang Quan and the Taoist Wang Quan, as well as the two long-lived beasts of the Dao of Wang Quan.
Then someone came up the mountain, trying to steal the inheritance left by the first royal Taoist An Qisheng.
Unexpectedly, the disciples of Wang Quan Dao were calm and unhurried.
Go directly to the back mountain.
Digging graves.
In an instant, the seven sons of Wang Quan and Taoist Wang Quan all appeared, frightening the intruders to death on the spot.
At that time, people all over the world knew that the longevity of Wang Quan Dao's divine vein grandmaster far exceeded that of the divine vein grand masters in the world.
Because among them, there was a royal Taoist who lived for a full four hundred years!
"Hallucination? Spiritual martial arts? Or the world after death? What's going on, what's going on..."
Tong Zhengyang murmured to himself, an idea kept popping up in his mind, and then he kept throwing it away.
There was no way I could tell anything was wrong.
He walked forward slowly, passing through the empty mountain gate and the Tai Chi Dojo. In his eyes, the empty mountain gate of King Quan Dao was every detail, every brick, every stone, every plant and every tree was intact.
Even the hut he had cleaned for decades was no different.
After walking up the long steps, he came to the main hall of King Quan Dao.
The simple and solemn hall, which contains the atmosphere of endless years, is as tall as a mountain in his heart.
He had seen this hall more than once.
"King Quan Dao..."
Tong Zhengyang gritted his teeth and walked into the main hall.
In the middle of the main hall, where light and shadow intersect, is a picture scroll as tall as a person. On top of it, a white-robed Taoist standing like an immortal with his hands behind his back, surrounded by clouds and mist, as if he is about to ascend to the sky at any time.
"you!"
With his eyes lowered, Tong Zhengyang felt his heart pounding. He stepped back three steps in a row, his face distorted, as if he had seen a ghost.
I saw An Qisheng sitting cross-legged on that futon.
His aura and expression were just like the one hanging in the middle of the hall, the Supreme Grand Master An Qisheng!
An Qisheng? !
A shocking thought exploded in his mind: 'He, he is the Taoist King Quan? ! The first generation of royal Taoist? ! '
"No! This is impossible! This, this is impossible!"
Tong Zhengyang's figure flickers on and off, like a candle blown by the strong wind, almost extinguished.
The mood swings were so violent that he almost lost his mind.
"Why isn't it possible?"
An Qisheng looked calm and spoke calmly.
His voice seemed to contain divine power, instantly calming Tongzheng Yangming's uncertain body.
Naturally, he had no intention of directly killing Tong Zhengyang.
In this way, it is too much of a waste of this promising person.
More importantly, Tong Zhengyang is related to one of his big plans.
"you you......"
The figure no longer flickered, but Tong Zhengyang's expression was still distorted.
Looking at An Qisheng, who had the same aura and expression as the one in the portrait, he smiled miserably, as if he understood something: "I see, that's it..."
At this moment, he finally understood.
Why did Wang Quan Dao not kill him despite several pursuits? Why did the Wang Quan sword cut off his arm at a critical moment? Why did he suddenly recognize his master?
So it all makes sense.
An Qisheng from this extraordinary place is actually the first generation of royal Taoist, the most famous supreme grandmaster in the Jiufu world!
And here is his spiritual kingdom.
I am already dead...
"No, it shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this..."
Tong Zhengyang was in a daze, unable to describe his feelings.
If he had never met An Qisheng and met the first-generation King Quan Taoist, he would have knelt down, but he knew him first, which was unacceptable to him.
What frightened him even more was that he might just be one of his pawns.
He shuddered at the thought that he might have planned it more than three thousand years ago to this day.
"Killing your master and killing your brother and sister-in-law, you should have died long ago..."
An Qisheng looked dull.
He was not a god or an immortal, so he could not predict whether he would cause unnecessary misunderstandings among his disciples if he left too specific information.
But he also made an exception for the Wang Quan Dao disciples, allowing Tong Zhengyang to live for decades.
"No, Patriarch, Patriarch..."
Feeling the chill in An Qisheng's calm tone, Tong Zhengyang's mind shook and his figure fluctuated violently.
When An Qisheng looked at it calmly, it exploded with a 'boom'.
He was actually scared to death by being alive!
boom!
The stream of light is scattered in all directions, and the light spots are like rain.
The divine veins have not yet been established, and the Yin soul is inherently unstable. Tongzhengyang's body dies, and he suffers such a great fright, and his soul is actually scattered.
"With such a temperament, is he worthy of chatting with heavenly beings?"
An Qisheng shook his head slightly.
He raised his hand and gently grabbed it in the void.
Buzz~
The void shook slightly, and the countless scattered light spots were caught in his hands, flowing like sand between his fingers.
Not everyone is qualified to condense the ghost.
In the Jiufu Realm, only Qi Vein masters who are infinitely close to the Divine Vein can condense it. In Xuanxing, it is even rarer.
The value is huge.
"A world without demons, a land of extraordinary spirits..."
An Qisheng's eyes flickered.
Cultivation in the world without demons is difficult, and many sages in ancient and modern times have sadly fallen. He is not arrogant, but he is not arrogant either.
He knew the difficulty very well, and no amount of thinking was too much.
Even with the planning of Jiazi from the floating world, this road will definitely be bumpy.
But he never believed that a vast universe of 96 billion light years would not be able to accommodate a path to immortality!
So what if there is no aura?
In this extraordinary place, he has to find a way!
There is no way in the world, so what?
I'll open it myself!
After sixty years of conquering the world, the path of kingship has lasted for three thousand years, and he has single-handedly changed the world. How great is his harvest?
What An Qisheng has accomplished is not only martial arts, but also the cultivation of an incorruptible Taoist heart.
Buzz buzz~~~
Little dots of light slowly rotated between his fingers, faintly, and slowly took shape.
It turned into a series of brandings that looked like tokens and were specious.
This is an invitation,
An invitation letter to invite people to enter his "blessed land" and "cave heaven".
With the efforts of all people, we can jointly support Dongtian and support his spiritual world.
This is his first step towards the path without demons.
........
The border between Daxuan and Niel.
On the plateau, off-road vehicles were walking on the road.
Sitting on the passenger seat of the off-road vehicle in front of us, a young and beautiful girl put down her binoculars and pointed into the distance: "Chu Fan, look, look quickly, it's almost here, it's almost here, the highest peak in the world!"
Her name is Qi Geyun, and she is traveling with her boyfriend and some mountaineering enthusiasts. They are here to challenge the world's highest peak.
For this trip, she has spent a small million and has been preparing for this trip for a year or two.
Chu Fan, a young man with a crew cut who was driving, glanced at the mountains in the distance.
Amid the clouds and mist, the majestic mountains look like giant dragons lying on the earth. They separate the east and west and define the countries. They are natural national borders.
It is majestic and majestic, and you can feel its mind-numbing momentum from an unknown distance.
"Wangshan is a dead horse. There is still a long way to go. It will be good to get to the camp today. If we really want to climb the mountain, we will have to wait for a long time."
Chu Fan took one look and didn't look away. He couldn't be distracted while driving.
Qi Geyun rolled her eyes at him playfully, then picked up the telescope and looked around. Suddenly, she let out a scream:
"Mountain, mountain, that mountain,
Disappeared! ! ! "
