Five colors of brilliance intertwined, sealing the sky and the earth, and the substantial aura covered the four fields.
There was also a vast and magnificent mind coming from all directions, suppressing him with the most violent attitude.
No place to run, no place to hide.
Under the giant palm, Taoist Yixie's bones crackled, and fine lines spread all over his body instantly.
The Yixie Dao is different from the Yuanshen cultivated by other sects.
Its root lies in the seventy-two great laws. If one great law is completed, it will be added with a magical power. If the seventy-two great laws are completed, it will possess the seventy-two supernatural powers. It can also be regarded as the ultimate combat power among the real Yuanshen.
However, in the battle to destroy the evil path, his seven-emotion demons, extremely evil wood demons, five-yin skeleton demons and other heretical supernatural powers were all destroyed, and the demon-refining corpse demon was beaten to half ashes. The only white-bone human demon that was not damaged also did The sustenance of his soul.
Even though he was pregnant with a rare treasure, there was nothing he could do at this moment. He could only watch helplessly as the huge palm shattered the shadow of the altar.
Falling with a crash.
"I'm going to die again..."
The Yixie Taoist felt endless unwillingness in his heart.
After struggling for so many years to get a chance to be resurrected, was he going to die as soon as he was born?
Doesn’t this just echo what Tianji Taoist said?
Is fate really irreversible?
boom!
The earth shook, the mountains shook, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.
The giant palm was about ten feet away from the ground and suddenly withdrew its strength. The aftermath shook the earth and shattered the entire frame of Master Yixie. In his astonishment, he held him in his palm.
.......
Huhu~
The sky lit up fish belly white.
Among the ruins, the yellow dog's belly was round after eating, and it turned its back and gasped in discomfort. The monsters and ghosts were delicious, but difficult to digest.
An Qisheng slowly landed on the ground, and with a flick of his sleeves, the earth's veins in the mountains hummed, calming down the boiling and rolling air waves.
"Woo~"
The yellow dog turned over with difficulty and staggered over.
"Don't eat randomly."
An Qisheng glanced at it and shook his head.
Its physique has been refined over and over again, coupled with its deliberate cultivation, it has surpassed ordinary demons, and its claws are not only sharp but also capable of destroying evil.
A year ago, Sun Qi was no match for it. There were not many powerful demons among them, so naturally they couldn't hurt it.
It's just that he wasn't injured, but he almost pushed himself to death.
It can only be said that although I have the strength, my mind is still unable to get rid of the canine habits.
"master......"
The yellow dog burped pitifully, and Yin Qi spurted out from his nostrils.
"You."
An Qisheng flicked it casually.
boom!
The yellow dog fell onto its back again, opening its mouth and spitting out streams of black smoke.
A ghostly face emerged from the black smoke and howled ferociously.
An Qisheng squeezed it casually, and the wailing black smoke was held in his palm again. These demons and ghosts were of no great use. Their nature was twisted, full of madness, and they could not even communicate.
However, it also has some uses.
The yellow dog seemed to be alive now, showing a hint of comfort in a humane way:
"I won't be like this anymore..."
An Qisheng was too lazy to pay attention to this stupid bitch. His heart moved when a skeleton fell from the sky and landed in front of him.
From a distance, this white bone looks exactly like the white bone human demon, but if you look closely, you can see that this is not a pure white bone.
Within every inch of the white bones, there were densely packed blood-red lines interspersed among the bones.
Because of these blood-red lines, the white bones were full of cracks at this time, but they still did not fall apart.
Phew~
The yellow dog turned over and jumped up, but he had forgotten the previous lesson. Looking at the white bones, his saliva flowed down.
It took a step, felt An Qisheng's eyes, and immediately fell to the ground:
"Old, sir, I, my teeth are itchy..."
Dogs can't change eating shit.
An Qisheng shook his head in his heart, but he also knew it.
This is because he has trained the dog's blood many times, causing its muscles and bones to grow too fast. It unconsciously wants to grind its teeth, but it is not really a glutton for bones.
Amidst the rattling sound, Taoist Yixie couldn't get up even though he moved several times. He simply gave up the struggle and said coldly:
"who are you?"
If he loses, he loses. It's not that he can't afford to lose, but he is unwilling to accept it. This person has neither the aura of incense nor the aura of Tao, Buddha, demon, ghost, or evil. How can he be so tyrannical?
Yes, forceful.
He knew very well that this person did not have the pure Yang Qi burning like thunder and fire, let alone the perfect light of Yuan Shen's achievement.
No matter which path he cultivates, he is at most a real person who has developed supernatural powers.
But he himself, even though he is so weak at this time, is still the soul. The real person who can take him down is more than just tyrannical?
"The Lord of Netherworld is gone, so you probably don't have the chance to sue me in Netherworld."
An Qisheng said lightly, then stretched out his hand, ripples appeared in the air, and bursts of sinister energy rolled out.
An Qisheng held a small, simple and mottled altar in his hand.
"you!"
The Yixie Taoist struggled wildly and roared: "Give it back to me! Give me the altar back quickly!"
He roared angrily, fear emerging in his heart for the first time.
This altar was an adventure he got when he was young. After practicing, he immediately refined it into his destiny. Even if he is also a real soul, no one can steal it without his consent. Walk this altar.
But at this time, he felt his life being cut apart.
This white-clothed Taoist, by some unknown means, severed the connection between his life and this altar!
"Can the soul also be afraid?"
An Qisheng held the simple altar and glanced at the Yixie Taoist with indifferent eyes. Then he suppressed it with his huge thoughts and sealed his soul among the bones and demons:
"Taste the fear slowly."
Each of the seventy-two great methods of the evil path must be nourished by a large amount of human, animal essence, blood and soul.
The white-bone human demon he encountered before was already doing a smooth job of luring the villagers with the incense. The white-bone human demon was first sacrificed to his father alive and then swallowed the blood and souls of hundreds of people. .
This evil Taoist has mastered seventy-two evil arts!
More than millions of people and animals died in his hands?
Naturally, it's not that easy to let him go.
"Master, you, what are you holding in your hand..."
The yellow dog's tail stood up again.
"A... unique and curious object."
An Qisheng looked at the mini altar in his hand.
There is not much difference between this altar and the one in the underground palace. The only slight difference is that the patterns on this mini altar are more natural and mysterious.
As his eyes drifted down, information about the altar also emerged in his mind:
[Consumption of 10,000 points of power]
[One of the Replacement Scales (also known as the Altar of Requirements), level, five-star treasure]
[Coming from the secluded realm of the wild world, it is a thing made by the Starry Sky Building Master based on the laws of heaven and earth. It is thrown into an unknown place to use for positioning and exploring the outer world. It is one of the anchor points for the Starry Sky Building Master’s positioning. one】
[Ability 1: Exchange, take a cent, return a cent, sacrifice with various items, and get responses from other replacement scales in exchange for things outside the world, and it will change and converge according to the laws of the world where it is located. The laws of this world]
[Ability 2: Positioning, the anchor point is where I am, and one day, its owner will reach it]
[Evaluation: This is one of the rare treasures created by great power rooted in the law of universe replacement]
Ten thousand points of power!
This is the treasure that An Qisheng encountered that required the most Tao power after he opened the Tao Yitu!
Just searching for its information actually consumed a full 10,000 Dao!
"Five stars?"
An Qisheng was shocked, but at this moment, he finally caught something.
Five stars?
What does this star mean?
Who gave the star rating?
If I remember correctly, the Royal Sword he forged seems to be only one-star, and it is eight Royal Swords in one.
[The origin of star classification is too ancient to be known, or it can be known by retrieving fragments of other Taoist maps]
[The owner of the picture has not asked, so it has not been displayed]
Dao Yitu responded.
An Qisheng frowned slightly.
This picture may be too broken, and it is dull and not even one-tenth as agile as the King Quan Sword. Any information can only be obtained by asking. If you don't ask, there will never be a reminder.
Just like this star classification, he had already had a glimpse of it when he first obtained the Dao Yitu.
It's just that I didn't pay attention to it at the time.
Later, after entering the Jiufu Realm, I never used the Dao Yitu to spy on other stars.
At this time, it seems that the star rating standard is too high.
Take the King Quan Sword as an example. The King Quan Sword was made through the practice of Jiazi, a Taoist priest of Wang Quan. The eight handles combined into one can kill heavenly beings. It is not just like a divine weapon that is close to heavenly beings.
If so, should heavenly beings be just one star?
"What is the classification of these stars? Combat strength? Or what?"
An Qisheng was even more confused.
In different worlds, the cultivation systems are completely different, and the performance of combat power is also different. In theory, it is impossible to equate them.
【Daoji】
The picture of Daoyi glowed, and the text changed again:
[Those who build the foundation of the Way are still a star even if they are unarmed. Without the foundation of the Way, even if they move mountains and fill the sea, they will not be able to reach a star]
Listening to Dao Yitu's response, An Qisheng still frowned.
The word "Daoji" contains too many meanings.
Is it a hundred days of foundation building?
Return to nature?
Or is it clear?
Or, is everything included?
Knowing the star classification, An Qisheng checked himself through the Dao Yi Picture:
[An Qisheng (Master of Daoyi Picture)]
[Shouyuan: 24495 (Xuanxing)]
[Specialties: The Great Dream Qianqiu (one-star magical skills) Tai Chi Sanshou (one-star Taoist martial arts) Tai Chi Taoist Twenty-Four Body Gods (one-star Taoist martial arts)...]
[Treasure: King Quan Sword (one-eighth)]
[The trajectory of this life: Unpredictable]
[Power: 630,000 points]
[Evaluation: Five Qi Chaoyuan, three flowers gathered at the top, the Taoist foundation is cast, one star]
As expected by An Qisheng, he himself did not cross the one-star category.
And then he glanced at Taoist Yixie who was lying on the corpse. This master who had been forging the soul for many years had only one star in Dao Yitu's evaluation.
As for the yellow dog, it is natural that it did not meet the evaluation standards.
An Qisheng closed his eyes, silently reciting names one by one in his mind, and placed everyone who came to this world and investigated into the star system one by one.
However, they discovered that this star rating really had nothing to do with combat power, and the evaluation criteria were very strange.
Unfortunately, perhaps because the Dao Yitu is too incomplete, its classification of star levels is also poorly understood, and the information is very fragmented.
I don’t even know if the end of this star rating is ten stars, one hundred stars, or more...
To know more, perhaps we can only find other fragments of the Dao Yitu.
It's just a fragment of the Emperor's Heaven Realm.
If what he expected was correct, it would probably be the 'Book of Life and Death' that the Lord of Netherworld holds to determine reincarnation and life and death.
Although Lord Netherworld is not here at this time, it is probably not easy to get it...
Phew~
An Qisheng tried one by one for a long time, and then he slowly opened his eyes until the sky gradually became brighter.
The morning light breaks, and the sun rises.
Not far away, dozens of villagers supported the old village leader, who was walking nervously and nervously.
The yellow dog lay lazily on the ground, glancing at the bone-white Taoist Yixie from time to time, and his mouth was watering.
"Thank you, Taoist Priest, for helping us get rid of this monster!"
A group of villagers came closer, knelt down and kowtowed.
The yellow dog glanced at the villagers with disdain, then lowered his head and licked his paws.
A bow,
Two obeisances,
Three prayers,
...
All the villagers were knocked dizzy, but An Qisheng still didn't make a sound.
It was the old Muramasa who really couldn't bear it anymore and said respectfully:
"Taoist Priest, I came here to ask Taoist Priest for something, but this matter is a bit rude..."
An Qisheng's eyes were dim and he had a clear understanding of the thoughts of these villagers. Hearing this, he said calmly:
"Since you know it's rude, there's no need to say it."
Uh~
The old villager's face stiffened, and he suddenly fell to the ground and cried:
"Taoist Priest, you are an immortal, you are a superior immortal, we are just ants in the ground, please help us, help us..."
When he cried, all the other villagers also burst into tears.
Most of the people who came here were village women. They were about to cry at this moment. It was really no less than the howling of ghosts and wolves. A tiger in the distance was so frightened that it fled in panic.
However, An Qisheng remained unmoved, but his eyes became more and more indifferent.
Finally, someone couldn't hold it any longer. A village woman stood up suddenly and cried to An Qisheng:
"You! You killed the mountain god, you, you must help us!"
The other villagers also started shouting. It seemed that An Qisheng's silence gave them confidence, and they even forgot that the 'mountain god' they had always worshiped was captured by the Taoist in white.
Roar~
The yellow dog couldn't help but growl.
The roar that sounded like thunder suddenly frightened the villagers, and they fell to the ground one by one in a mess.
After a long while, the old man stood up with the help of the villagers.
He glanced at the cracked white frame and burst into tears:
"Taoist Priest, we have lived here for a long time and no longer have the ability to go out to survive. If you kill the God of Death, you will kill us! If you don't help us, we will die sooner or later.
Rather than being eaten by wild beasts and starved to death, it would be better for you to kill the two thousand people in Hidden Mist Village now! "
"Kill us all!"
"Kill him!"
"Sooner or later, you will die!"
The other villagers were crying, shouting, and shouting, and it was a mess.
An Qisheng watched with cold eyes until these people cried until their throats became hoarse and their voices lowered.
Then he slowly spoke out.
Only one word:
"good!"
