King Quan Dao!
Long floating world!
Feeling the overwhelming memories and information in his heart, An Qisheng felt a sense of emotion in his heart.
The past flashes past like water on the mirror in my mind.
Zhang Haohao, Zhang Tingting, Tieshan, Yan Kaiyu, Liu Ming, Bai Xianer, Li Ling, Huang Fu, Sun En, Pang Wanyang, Yan Kuangtu, Mu Qingfeng, Yixiu, Wheel King, Han Changgong, Yun Haitian , Yundongliu, Fan Zimin...
All people and things flashed by in his mind.
Ever since he learned about the replacement of the universe, he has been thinking about it.
If, as he expected, the Xuanxing Universe is getting closer to other universes, and one day it will even collide and become compatible like the Imperial Heaven Realm and the Human World, what should he do?
And there is only one outcome. If that day is going to come sooner or later, then he has to choose who comes and what world comes!
If you can't change the result, just change the process!
This is his attempt...
Buzz~
As the talismans bloomed like stars in the starry sky, An Qisheng's divine will suddenly disappeared into the light ball imprinted with the world's information.
In other words, within the anchor point.
And from beginning to end, the Tao Yitu deep in his soul remained motionless.
...
Among all the countries in the world, abundance is the most important.
Fengzhou is the state of Fengguo, headed by Feng. Even Fengzhou, where the ancient capital of three thousand years is located, cannot compare with it.
Because, the land of Fengzhou is the dojo of the world's leader Wang Quan Dao and the seat of his ancestral court.
Fengzhou has only one city in three thousand years, and its name is Nanliang. It is also the largest city in the world, covering an area of 3,000 miles and having a population of more than 40 million.
Just the land where the city was opened has already moved the front seat of the mountain. There are even unparalleled swordsmen who stepped out of the sky and cut twelve ditches, leading to nine rivers and three rivers.
Therefore, it is also known as the Twelve Dragons Encircling Nanliang.
Products from the Golden Wolf Kingdom, Dayan Kingdom, Chiyun Kingdom, Hailou Kingdom, Ding Kingdom and other countries are everywhere here. Products from all over the world are gathered together in the prosperity of this city.
This city is the ultimate realm on earth!
There are tens of thousands of buildings in Nanliang City, headed by the Yangxiao Hall. The Baizhang Yangxiao Hall has become a place that countless people yearn for over thousands of years.
Countless martial arts magnates, literati and knights have left stories here that will be sung throughout the world.
Snapped!
Xingmu took the photo heavily, and the whole hall was shocked.
In the Yangxiao Hall, an old man in green shirt stood in front of the table and spoke eloquently: "The book continues from the previous article, talking about the past! This time it was just mentioned that heroes gathered in front of the Chivalry Gate, and Juechen, a red horse in white clothes, came!"
The old man had a long beard and a red face, and his eyes were shining. His voice was neither high nor low, but it reached the ears of thousands of guests in the Yangxiao Hall, which showed that he also had a lot of internal energy.
But many high-rollers in the hall didn't buy it, and many people even started shouting loudly.
"Brother Han, you have said this not only ten thousand times but eight thousand times this time. How about we change it?"
Someone even threw a golden cloud treasure, which flew by like lightning, but fell lightly and landed on the table in front of the old man. It showed a profound control of internal power and made many people secretly happy.
"If it were anyone else, the old man would definitely not pay attention. Since it is Brother Wang, there is no problem."
The old storyteller's eyes lit up, he skillfully put away the gold ingot, cupped his hand, and said: "I wonder what Brother Wang wants to hear? I, Old Han, have been a storyteller for thirty years, and I have a few more good ones. You can choose one." two."
Of course it's easy to talk after you get money.
"Brother Wang, listen!"
The old man Xingmu slapped the table and spoke loudly: "'Thousands of horses are silent on the snowy field, the founder is trying his hand to overwhelm thousands of armies'" The vast sea is windy and fierce, and the king's power hunts all the heroes.
'In Fengdu City, the Patriarch subdued the dragon'
'Soldiers gather together, Excalibur Twenty-Three'
'The divine fire is strong in the Bagua furnace, and the divine weapons of gods and humans transform into royal power'
'The Patriarch has spoken the law of the world, and the king's power can be the teacher of the world. 'Every country pastors the people with the law, but I pastor the country with the sword'..."
The old man's voice was extremely deep and rhythmic, and when he spoke of it, it was very vivid.
But many people in the hall still shook their heads and cursed in their hearts.
They have heard the legend of the Patriarch of Royal Power not only 100,000 times but 80,000 times. It can even be said that there is no one in the world who is not familiar with it, from the emperors and generals to the traffickers and footmen.
A random person on the street can talk eloquently about many legends about the founder of royal power. Although the old man spoke vividly and at a very high level, the crowd heard too much.
"Brother Han, there are too many things passed down by your ancestors in the world. We all yearn for the legend of the ancestor of Wang Quan, but we have heard too many, right? Brother, why don't you tell us about today's world?"
The middle-aged man who threw the gold ingot couldn't help but stand up, cupped his hands and said.
In theory, the legend of King Quan's Patriarch should not have been able to spread for such a long time. However, three thousand years ago, there was a die-hard follower of King Quan's Patriarch on Wang Quan Road.
That rainbow fart shot lasted for 3,300 years, making it the first person in history to do so.
That man's name is Fan Zimin, and he is the ancestor of storytellers in the world. For more than three thousand years, the first thing anyone in the world who wants to be a storyteller has to do is talk about the way of kingship for ten years.
Otherwise, this bowl of rice will not be stable!
"this......."
The storyteller hesitated slightly.
"Brother?"
The middle-aged man threw out another ingot of gold, and everyone who saw it secretly gasped. How amazing is the purchasing power of an ingot of gold?
That is to say, in this Yangxiao Hall, if it were in other places, it would be enough to buy a storyteller for a year and a half.
"Then, just say something else?"
The storyteller received the gold and thought that he had almost completed his storytelling task this year, so he no longer hesitated: "Well, let's talk about the Red Cloud Kingdom!"
Snapped!
Before telling the story, Xingmu slapped the table.
"The king's power hangs over all the kingdoms with one sword, and there has been no war for three thousand years! But they say that in the Golden Wolf Kingdom, there is a martial arts sect that has been passed down for three thousand years, Zhuan Lun Temple!
It is said that the Zhuanlun Temple has a supreme secret method, which is comparable to the "Sky Wheel Method" of the King's Power Path. Of course, it is said that that secret method was also spread by me, ahem, the King's Power Road. "
"Hey! Brother, did you let it slip?"
Someone called out in the hall.
The storyteller smiled, didn't care, and said loudly: "But it is said that there was a genius born in the Zhuanlun Temple three thousand years ago, and his name was Zhuanlun King. Everyone who has listened to "The Legend of King Quan" should also know that, yes, that is it. Chakravartin King!”
"Although the Wheel-turning King was defeated at the hands of the Patriarch, the Patriarch took pity on his talent and let him go, but he didn't expect that the Wheel-turning King was really a genius. He actually figured out the method of wheel-turning and rebirth when his foundation was completely destroyed! One hundred years later, rebirth!"
"Rebirth?!"
As soon as these two words came out, the whole hall was in an uproar. The middle-aged man also took a breath and felt that his gold spent was worth it.
Human life is limited, and even those with strong divine veins can only live for five hundred years. This is still the case today. According to legend, a strong person with divine veins three thousand years ago only lived for three hundred years!
Even if Wang Quan Dao's astonishingly talented founder opened up the ninth level of heaven and man on the divine veins, he would only live for a thousand years.
People will eventually die.
Rebirth is naturally the most attractive word.
"Yes, the method of wheel-turning and rebirth is now included in King Quan Dao!"
An outer disciple of King Quan Dao's eyes shone: "It is said that inner disciples can choose various methods to practice. I have heard people talk about this method!"
With the endorsement of Wang Quan Dao disciples, everyone's enthusiasm became even higher. It wasn't until Xing Mu took pictures again that they regained their composure.
"Dear readers, there is no need to make a fuss, just listen carefully! It is said that the Wheel-turning King was reborn a hundred years after his defeat. At that time, it was the time when the eight princes of the royal power were competing for the royal Taoist priest, and all the heroes in the world were frightened.
The King of Wheels met the Eighth Prince of Wang Quan at his peak. Even though he was also a genius, he was still unable to defeat him. He eventually died at the hands of Grandmaster Zhang Ting, a second-generation Daoist of Wang Quan and a direct disciple of the Patriarch.
But this started the 3,300-year-old grudge between the Wheel-turning King and Wang Quan Dao! "
At this point, the storyteller himself was immersed in it, and all the onlookers were excited and couldn't help themselves. Sometimes they were amazed, sometimes they were sad, sometimes they beat their chests, and sometimes they cheered loudly.
After talking for only half an hour, thousands of kilograms of wine had already been poured, which made the shopkeeper smile happily.
"...The wheel-turning king grew older and stronger. He was reborn again and again, cultivated to great perfection again and again, accumulated from generation to generation, until the ninth time, he finally reached an unprecedented peak!
The skills of the nine generations actually overlapped, and they developed unparalleled martial arts that shocked the world and weeping ghosts and gods. At that time, the King Quan Sword had escaped into the world and was looking for a new generation of King Quan Sword Master. In the midst of a crisis..."
The storyteller looked solemn, immersed in it, and felt that he was a contemporary royal Taoist, facing the wheel-turning king who had cultivated the supreme martial arts with nine generations of heavenly beings:
"At this time, a young man rode a donkey to Fengzhou. He inherited the fortune of two thousand years of royal power and was born. With one sword, he conquered nineteen states!"
boom!
Like adding fuel to a fire, like thunder exploding, the huge roaring hall, with many floors up and down, and thousands of drinkers, are all boiling!
"Li Taibai!"
"Poetry, painting, sex, sword and wine are the most satisfying things in the world!"
"Throughout the ages, Taibai is the only one who is so charming!"
"Second in the ages, Patriarch Taibai!"
The Yangxiao Hall is a hollow circle with thirty-eight floors going up. Thousands of drinkers were set on fire at once.
The Tao of King Quan has been passed down for 3,300 years. There is a generation of King Quan Taoist for a century, seven sons of King Quan for a century, and outstanding people emerge in endlessly.
However, there is only one person who is called by his name, and not by the royal Taoist.
That is, Li Taibai!
The second most powerful person in history, Li Taibai can compete with the royal power!
Ignite the five qi in the chest, condense the three flowers on the top, and open the ninth level of heaven and man on the divine veins, paving the way for future generations to be heaven and man. His great achievements have lasted for thousands of years, and only the founder of King Quan cannot compare with him.
Moreover, compared to Patriarch Wang Quan's clean life, there are countless romantic affairs about Patriarch Li. His romantic affairs are still talked about today.
At this point, there was no need for the storyteller to say anything else. All the drinkers were talking about it, and only Li Taibai was talking about it.
Because no matter what kind of master he is, there is only one ending when he meets Li Taibai.
"Li Taibai..."
And just when the crowd was in an uproar, a cold snort came, shaking the entire Yangxiao Hall.
On the thirty-eighth floor of the Yangxiao Hall, there were thousands of drinkers. Regardless of their internal strength or martial arts level, hearing this cold snort was a buzzing in their minds, and their hearts were pounding. They could only feel the blood flowing backwards, and their hearts were almost knocked out of their throats.
Master!
Great master!
There was silence in the Yangxiao Hall. From extreme movement to extreme silence, just for a moment, everyone looked at the door of the Yangxiao Hall in shock.
They were two young twins dressed in black, wearing long knives, with indifferent and cold expressions.
The one who spoke was one of them.
"Second Son of Chiyun?!"
Seeing the person coming, the storyteller's pupils shrank, and his heart was filled with waves.
The second and third sons of Chiyun are said to be geniuses that only emerge from the Chiyun Kingdom in thousands of years. One of them practices swordsmanship, while the other practices swordsmanship. They have challenged masters from various sects since they were ten years old. At the age of ten, they have both mastered Taiyin Wuji.
Together, the two have a record of defeating the Yin Yang Wuji Grandmaster, and they can be said to be the best of the younger generation.
What's even more terrifying is the person behind them.
The white clothes are empty.
A man, who cultivated Yin and Yang Wuji in his weak years, and stepped onto the ninth level of heaven and human beings. He was called the second most powerful one by the Red Cloud Kingdom and the supreme genius who was reborn in Taibai!
The second and third sons of Chiyun are Qi Kong's servants. One of them holds the sword for him, and the other holds the sword for him.
Jingle bell bell~
The wind blew the copper bells, white clothes caught my eyes, and people arrived like smoke and clouds.
Standing outside the gate of Yangxiao Hall.
No one could see where he came from. It was as if he had been standing there since eternity. The scattered sunlight poured into the outside of Yangxiao Hall from behind, but not even his shadow was reflected.
Standing upright without a shadow!
"A good job deserves a reward!"
The sound is like a clear spring flowing, the words are like the wind blowing a camel bell, and the wind and sand outside the Great Wall appear together with the flowing water on the small bridge. The indescribable voice echoes in the Yangxiao Hall:
"Ah Er, Ah San, do you think so?"
"The master said yes, that's it."
Two identical young men in black responded in unison:
"No, that's right."
"Gone, gone."
Before the person arrived, he had already gone far away. With the jingling of the wind chimes, he went further and further away until he could no longer be heard.
There was a dead silence in the Yangxiao Hall until the sound of wind chimes was far away. Everyone woke up as if from a dream. They looked at each other and their clothes were wet with cold sweat.
"not good!"
The storyteller glanced at the two ingots of gold that appeared on the table in front of him at some unknown time. He just breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression changed drastically: "Qi Kong is here, I'm afraid he's going to Wangquan Mountain!"
Shocked, horrified!
The whole hall was shocked, and almost all the thousands of drinkers thought of something one after another, and suddenly they swarmed down from their respective floors, filed out, and headed towards Wangquan Mountain outside Nanliang City.
They who chased the legend actually got to witness the legend!
Qi Kong, dressed in white, came astride a horse and traveled 80,000 miles, wanting to challenge the royal power!
This news shocked the entire Fengzhou, Dafeng Kingdom, and even the world at an unimaginable speed!
Countless people came running as fast as possible, but no matter how fast the news spread, it was not as fast as Qi Kong's speed.
Before the sun set, in front of the mountain gate of King Quan Road, the strongest challenger in the millennium since the Wheel-turning King was ushered in.
"I wonder how many masters there are in King Quan Dao?"
Qi Kong stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the top of Wangquan Mountain, and said loudly: "Chi Yun Qi Kong, come and pay homage to the mountain!!"
The sound exploded, like thunder coming out of the mountain. The mighty sound waves instantly reverberated across the sky, shaking the King Quan Mountain, which was growing day by day and was now as high as 3,400 feet high.
Countless martial arts people who were following them from a distance raised their heads in shock and saw the wind and clouds rolling in the sky. The air waves were like mountains and seas, rolling in all directions. The sound was so huge that it could be heard thousands of miles away!
"Qikong worships the mountain?"
In the towering King Quan Dao Mountain Gate, which stood like a cloud, a man sat cross-legged in front of the Tai Chi diagram. He slowly opened his eyes, and a ripple appeared in his eyes as deep as the sea:
"The Chiyun Tianjiao who inherited the inheritance of the Wheel-turning King?"
The Taoist muttered to himself slightly, and when he was about to speak, his heart was suddenly shocked. He stood up suddenly, and as far as his eyes could see, in front of the mountain gate of Wangquan Road, he saw the statue of the ancestor that had withstood 3,300 years of wind, frost, rain, and snow, standing still.
Suddenly, it shines brightly.
Buzz~~~
The divine light was like a pillar, and the brilliance that burst out in an instant dyed the clouds and mist in the sky into a golden color, and the indescribable breath suddenly calmed down the heavy clouds and mist.
The thundercloud storm caused by the change of air movement high in the sky has not even come close, and has been torn apart by golden light.
However, almost at the same time, Dafeng Baizhou, Chiyun and other seven countries, countless cities, countless Taoist temples, and countless statues of the royal ancestors all buzzed and shook.
A pillar of divine light burst out like a heavenly sword, tearing through the sky and reaching into the sky.
In an instant, the heaven and earth shook!
"The Patriarch appears?"
The contemporary Wang Quan Taoist is full of vitality and excited mood.
"Um?!"
At the foot of Wangquan Mountain, Qi Kong was looking into the sky from a distance. When he saw the aura, his eyes couldn't help but trembled: "How can the contemporary Wangquan Taoist be so terrifying?"
This breath is like the sea and the sky, terrifying and boundless. It is simply not found in this world. It is said that the contemporary Wang Quan Taoist is just mediocre among the Wang Quan Taoists of the past generations. How can he be so tyrannical?
Involuntarily, there was a trace of hesitation in his heart, but at this point, he had no reason to retreat.
Not only did he not retreat, but he took a step forward and spoke again, the sound wave was ten times louder: "Chiyun Qikong, come and worship the mountain!!!"
The sound waves were so powerful that they reached the top of the mountain, and the shaking clouds and mist rolled in.
But the next moment, Qi Kong could no longer hold on until his expression suddenly changed.
Because, as the divine light illuminated the sky, thousands of voices with different timbres but the same extremely powerful voice suddenly echoed on the top of the towering mountain:
"Ancestor?!"
