The sighs were not loud enough.
Peng Shiliu's heart suddenly clenched, and an indescribable melancholy suddenly filled his heart. Tears immediately flowed down, and he almost burst into tears.
At this moment, he felt that the space in the small courtyard seemed to be mourning, lamenting, and trembling uncontrollably.
The dead old tree shook its dry leaves, as if the remaining vitality was suddenly stimulated, and there was actually a little more green on the trunk.
His emotions can actually infect the world? !
Phew~
The leakage of emotions only lasted for a moment, and An Qisheng restrained himself.
His divine will is still as powerful as his current body, and a ray of emotion can make ordinary people in this small half of the city sad to death.
The method of one realm has the advantages of one realm.
In terms of physical strength, the human way is naturally far from comparable to the martial arts in the Wan Yang Realm, but the way of divine will has reached the forefront of the Wan Yang Realm.
This is caused by the surprise of heaven and earth.
The language, customs, food and daily life, and many rules are different between the north and the south of a country, not to mention the gap between the two worlds.
The law and Tao of any world are the exploration of heaven and earth by countless living beings and the summary of legal principles, which has its own unique value.
Their Dharma and Tao may lose their effectiveness or become dim due to changes in the environment of heaven and earth, but this does not negate their value.
"Yan, who is Brother Yan?" Peng Shiliu burst into tears and couldn't stop sobbing.
He was filled with hatred and fear.
When you feel uncomfortable, you make me feel uncomfortable too?
Too domineering...
"He should be your ancestor..."
An Qisheng restrained his emotions for a moment and spoke calmly.
After Jiufujie left, the Heavenly Gate was opened only three days ago, Sun En, Yan Kuangtu and his amazingly talented junior Li Taibai.
He dreamed of many people and was also paying attention to the information about the three people, but found nothing.
Until Peng Shiliu got the 'Dapeng King Fist'!
Although this boxing technique had undergone earth-shaking changes, he still felt the aura of Kuangtu Yan, the master of the Great Dragon Clan of the Jiufu Realm, in it.
The Golden-winged Dapeng clan once had a supreme being, but that supreme being was not Kuangtuo Yan. Therefore, there was not much information about Kuangpu Yan in Peng Shiliu's memory.
But since the Dapeng King Fist has been passed down to this day and is still one of the inherited secrets of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan, it can be seen that Yan Kuangtu's achievements must not be low.
Or perhaps, the supreme leader of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan has an extremely close relationship with Yan Kuangtui.
This Peng Shiliu should be the most direct bloodline of Kuangtu Yan.
Unfortunately, it seems that this branch has declined to a certain extent, otherwise it would not be the only direct bloodline of the Golden Winged Dapeng clan in this generation, ranking sixteenth.
"Ancestor, ancestor?"
Even though he knew that Taoist Yuanyang was far stronger than him, Peng Shiliu still had veins popping up on his forehead and almost cursed angrily.
It was only at the last moment that he remembered the pain of being whipped with a long whip, and finally endured it.
But despite this, he was filled with hatred and his face was extremely pale.
"yes......"
An Qisheng held the wine glass and looked sad: "If it weren't for your ancestors, you would be dead by now."
It no longer matters what the Golden-winged Dapeng clan was like back then.
But today's Golden-winged Dapeng clan, you can see how ferocious it is from the appearance of Peng Shiliu, who opens his mouth to devour all living creatures within hundreds of miles.
Such a big demon, with his usual way of doing things, would naturally not stay.
This has nothing to do with survival of the fittest or natural selection.
Wolves eat sheep to feed themselves, and sheep eat grass to survive. But Peng Shiliu opened his mouth at will and devoured creatures for no reason, but it was just because of his vicious nature.
And, it's not the first time.
"You, you won't kill me?"
Hearing An Qisheng's words, Peng Shiliu felt happy instead of angry. He couldn't figure out the meaning of Taoist Yuanyang's actions.
But it seems that Taoist Yuanyang doesn’t want to kill him anymore?
Otherwise, with his methods, if he wanted to kill himself, there would be no need to go to such great lengths.
"Brother Yan is a wild and unruly man, but he doesn't like people like you who wantonly kill people. Although you are Brother Yan's only direct bloodline, you still..."
An Qisheng held the wine glass with one hand and spilled the wine on the ground.
It seems to be respectful and informing.
While the words were floating in the air, one of his hands was gently raised, then dropped heavily, and struck Peng Shiliu, who looked shocked and horrified:
"Damn it!"
"You really dare to kill me?!"
With a palm strike, Peng Shiliu felt his eyes go dark, and indescribable horror burst out in his heart.
He never dreamed that An Qisheng would release him, say weird words, serve food and wine, and actually want to kill him!
Why go to all this trouble?
Not willing to give in!
Not willing to give in!
Under the huge terror, Peng Shiliu could not help but let out a low roar:
"You have sealed my cultivation, imprisoned my flesh and blood, and bound my true body of the roc. I will not accept it if you kill me like this!!!"
Peng Shiliu felt that huge terror was grasping his heart like a real hand. His eyes were bloodshot, and the blood of the sealed town was boiling, trying to break away from the confinement.
boom!
But in the next moment, that white palm had already wiped out his words in mid-air, and Ji Zhang's five fingers were clasped on Peng Shiliu's head:
"If you don't accept it, it's up to you."
Reasoning with reasonable people will make it hard to reason with unreasonable people.
Dapeng opened his mouth to swallow thousands of living creatures, but where did he ask those people for their opinions?
Click~
The moment the five fingers slapped down, Peng Shiliu's eyes were completely dark, and he could no longer see anything.
The endless darkness came faster than the pain, and instantly drowned his unwillingness, anger, and rage.
'No! '
At that last moment, Peng Shiliu felt only endless reluctance and regret.
Why do you want to come to Dongzhou? If you don't come to Dongzhou, even if your situation is difficult, no one will dare to kill you...
Buzz~
The next moment, there was a long buzzing sound in the deserted courtyard.
A palm slapped down, shattering Peng Shiliu's soul. His body trembled crazily, trying to reveal his true form.
But he was tightly bound by An Qisheng's palm, and he couldn't help but tremble but couldn't break free.
Tsk~
Then, with a slight sound like a water bag being punctured or a person's throat being cut, Peng Shiliu's body exploded under An Qisheng's palm!
Peng has a cultivation level of 160,000, and his true body can spread thousands of miles. Without any magical powers, he can crush hundreds of thousands of creatures in the ninth city of this genius just by showing his true body.
Even if a wave of its blood is released, it will be enough to completely submerge the city!
However, such a huge body, with blood as thick as the Yangtze River, was tightly bound between An Qisheng's five fingers.
Subtle places invisible to the naked eye, changes so drastic that it is unimaginable are happening spontaneously.
He is refining the essence of Peng Shiliu's bloodline, that is, the blood inheritance belonging to Kuangzu Yan.
Buzz buzz~
Between the slight tremors, violently vibrating blood swirled around An Qisheng's five fingers.
And even though An Qisheng has sealed off this small courtyard with the 'Dongtian', this small courtyard is still buzzing and vibrating, and it seems that it may be shattered and disintegrated along with the space at any time!
This scene also made Xuanji, Feng Changming, Zheng Longqiu and others, who could see clearly through the cave sky, turn pale.
"He, what does he want to do?"
Xuanji's face turned a little pale, remembering the many evil supernatural powers that were said to have been jointly strangled by several major holy places.
"Qizhong..."
An Qisheng's eyes opened and closed, shining with a light whose meaning was unclear.
His Qi Seed is guided by the biological magnetic field of the human body, combined with the body essence, soul and mind, and is imprinted with the wisdom of his own self.
In a sense, it is already the 'interweaving of Tao and Dharma' rather than a simple magnetic field.
Qi seed is the way he cultivates.
Even if he came to this world and wanted to practice martial arts in this world to condense the body, his fundamental path has not deviated at all. It is still the "Tai Chi Qi Zhong", "Tai Chi Shenting" and "Tai Chi Dao".
Therefore, his method has the characteristics of Xuanxing, Jiufu Realm, Human World, and Wanyang Realm, but there is something unique in it.
When he was in the human world, he was already able to strengthen his body, regenerate severed limbs, regenerate with blood, interfere with changes in celestial phenomena, and penetrate the essence of objects.
Going one step further, one can master the reorganization and decomposition of matter to a certain extent.
The composition of the flesh and blood body, the relationship between spirit, energy and spirit, and even the extremely subtle cell operations are extremely clear.
From the perspective of Xuanji and others, An Qisheng seemed to be absorbing the blood essence of the golden-winged roc to practice his 'magic skills'.
In fact, what he did was far more than what they saw.
Wow~
In the cave sky, the blood moved by An Qisheng rolled down like the Milky Way, dyeing the mountains, rivers, spiritual springs, rivers, and Mishan Mountain red, and even the thousands of miles of spiritual fields below.
The blood volume of a ten-thousand-level golden-winged roc was so abundant that Feng Changming, Zheng Longqiu and others were slightly discolored. The blood volume was a manifestation of the physical strength.
This golden-winged roc was probably even stronger than they imagined.
But now, no matter how strong it is, it is useless. Such a genius-level golden-winged roc was killed so tragically.
How can we prevent them who are in the same situation from being miserable?
"He really dares to kill us."
Even more people were trembling.
The Golden-winged Dapeng is one of the two major royal clans of the Monster Clan. Its power is more terrifying than the three major holy places in Dongzhou. He even dares to kill this Golden-winged Dapeng, and I'm afraid he really dares to kill them!
Suddenly, everyone understood why the man let himself and others see this scene.
Kill the chicken to scare the monkey!
The most inferior method, but they had to admit that it was too effective...
"No, that's not right!"
At this time, Feng Changming's body suddenly shook: "This, he is not practicing magic skills, he is, he is..."
Not only Feng Changming, but also many prisoners including Xuanji, their expressions changed at this moment, and their hearts were suddenly filled with disbelief.
Through the cave sky, they could see that under An Qisheng's palm, the mass of blood was constantly rotating at a high speed, and the blood that was peeled off moved into the cave sky to nourish the cave sky.
And as time passed little by little, the blood flowing between his five fingers already took on a pale golden color, and a vast and domineering aura that could be felt even from across the cave sky came to his face!
"Is that drop of blood the royal blood of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan?!"
Xuanji and others were all shocked. They looked at each other and saw the horror in their eyes.
Regardless of the size of the sect, whether it is a casual cultivator or not, and regardless of whether it is good or evil, human or demon, all practitioners will embark on the journey to polish their bloodline.
The road to transformation into a divine body.
However, the path to transforming into a divine body is naturally quite different from the original divine body.
If a person born with a divine body practices the same sect's techniques and condenses the divine body again, his advantages will be huge, and his combat power will be even stronger than those of the same level!
"He drew the king's blood of the Golden-winged Dapoc clan? How is this possible! How could there be such evil power?"
Feng Changming, Zheng Longqiu and others all changed their expressions in shock, almost suffocating from the shock of this scene.
Throughout the ages, not to mention other states, the land of Dongzhou certainly has the magic power to devour the souls and bloodlines of others, and there are still a lot of them.
But they have never heard of anyone who can refine divine blood!
How can such a technique not make them feel hairy, shocked and frightened?
"Magic power! Unparalleled magic power!"
Xuanji didn't know what she thought of, but she felt an unprecedented sense of fear in her heart.
With such a method of stealing the divine blood of others, even if this person has a mortal body, he may be able to cultivate the strongest divine body in history!
If such a technique spreads, all divine bodies will become prey!
Buzz~
Almost at the same time, the three-hearted blue soul boy cut off Dongtian's perception of the outside world.
It naturally saw what was happening outside, and was a little surprised by the methods An Qisheng used. Blood is not just blood.
There are too many things contained in it, involving not only life, but also some more complex things, such as time!
Russell can't even do such a method!
Phew~
In the courtyard, An Qisheng turned his fingers, and a drop of pale golden blood that looked like a work of art fell into his palm.
The direct blood of the golden-winged roc that spread its wings for thousands of miles, in the end, all that was left was just this drop of pale golden blood.
"Brother Yan, you still lost to Pang Wanyang..."
Feeling the breath in that drop of blood, An Qisheng shook his head slightly.
Peng Shiliu is already the last pure bloodline of Yan Kuangtui, and he only has this drop of blood left.
In contrast, Pang Wanyang's imperial court still stands in Yuntian, Zhongzhou.
The gap between the two seems to be getting wider with the 'Ascension to Heaven'...
Kakakka~
Under An Qisheng's gaze, the drop of pale golden blood in his palm that was as heavy as a mountain changed again.
Wisps of light golden mist came slowly, lingering between his five fingers. After a while, the mist dispersed, and the drop of blood turned into a pale golden egg!
However, this egg is not as big as the legendary golden-winged roc family egg. Its size is about the same as a quail egg, not even a chicken egg.
After the light gradually dimmed, there was really nothing magical about it, just like a dead egg.
Looking at this small pale golden egg, An Qisheng said to himself:
"Brother Yan, are you really dead..."
