With the final reluctance and regret, the Great Ape Marquis disappeared into the sky.
In the next life, there will naturally be no such thing.
An Qisheng looked down attentively. In his eyes, the movement of the tiniest particles in the void was clearly reflected.
The Great Ape Lord was crushed by him, and his body, essence, and even spirit were dissipated at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to detect, and eventually turned into the most basic particles that made up the world.
The operation of heaven and earth in the Wanyang Realm itself is the movement and change of the most minute "particles". They constitute everything including all living things, and constitute the heaven and earth itself.
In a sense, all things, all spirits, dragons, demons, demons, and even humans are essentially the same as the earth, sand and gravel beside the road.
Perhaps this is the true meaning of the unkindness of heaven and earth and treating all things as stupid dogs?
Gazing at the Great Ape Lord floating in the sky, An Qisheng felt something in his heart.
Perhaps living beings have no special significance to heaven and earth.
"The Great Ape Lord is dead..."
The old demon who was once the supreme demon king, the master of tens of thousands of demon clans in the imperial continent, and was feared by countless people, ended up in this way.
Witnessing this scene, there was silence in front of the Dashi Mountain. The death of the feudal lord, even with the isolation of the 'Taihuang Heaven', the sad and unwilling atmosphere still made it difficult for onlookers to control themselves.
From the Middle Ages to the present, most of the time, those who smash the vacuum are already the strongest people in the world. Those who can be promoted to the title of prince are all heroes and have great fortune.
Such an existence is difficult for countless people to see in their lifetime.
But now, in such a casual way, he fell, without any suspense, and almost without any resistance.
"There's a thin line, and it's really a world of difference..." Ying San's eyes moved, although he looked down on the old demon who had been promoted through blood inheritance.
But after all, it was an existence of the same level as himself. Even though he had already predicted that he would be defeated, his death was so casual, which still touched him a little.
Phew~
The air flow roared in the sky.
The clouds poured into An Qisheng's cuffs like dragons, and the Taihuangtian disappeared without a trace. Only a blur of colorless spiritual light escaped from the clouds and disappeared into the void.
But it was the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons that lost control and escaped directly into the void.
An Qisheng just glanced at him lightly, did not pursue him, and let him leave.
The clouds dispersed, and the covered scene reappeared. Everyone looked at it and were shocked again.
I saw that the white-haired Taoist was still sitting cross-legged in the suspended heavenly palace, as if he had never stood up at all, let alone moved at all!
"I have been refining treasures in seclusion for many days, but I didn't know that you have already arrived. If you have been tired for a long time, you might as well go to the mountain to rest. In a few days, I will open the forum to give lectures. If you have any doubts, I will answer them one by one."
When everyone was feeling complicated, An Qisheng's voice descended from the sky and resounded in everyone's ears.
"King Yuanyang has a broad mind, we are amazed!"
Everyone was stunned for a moment, then bowed and thanked him.
No matter how many of them there are, and for what purpose they come, at this moment, they can only have one purpose of 'seeing each other'.
In front of the mountain, many elders of Dashi Holy Land breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that there seemed to be no war.
Then he walked out and welcomed everyone into Dashi Mountain.
Miao Meng and others had inexplicably complicated expressions. They were greeted by Fang Yingqiu and others and walked toward the mountain. Yuan Duxiu looked at Ying San.
The old man, who was full of old age, also made a move when everyone got up and entered the mountain.
But it’s not to enter the mountain, but to ascend to the sky!
"Ying San is here especially for Your Excellency. If I don't see you today, I really won't be able to calm down."
Ying San stepped up to the sky, his footsteps as unhurried as his voice.
After witnessing An Qisheng killing the Great Ape Marquis with one finger, the old man still stepped forward without even the slightest hesitation.
"Master Yingsan..."
In front of the mountain, everyone who was about to enter the mountain stopped and looked at Ying San with either surprise, shock, or sadness.
"Master Ying, why are you doing this?"
Shi Cheng looked sad and sighed in his heart.
Today, Ying San is stooped, his vitality and blood are declining, and he is gloomy, but what appears in his eyes is still the heroic figure who sat cross-legged on the high platform and preached the Dharma more than two thousand years ago.
He knew in his heart that the end of Ying San must be approaching, and he was unwilling to die of old age. He only came here when he heard that King Yuanyang was born.
For him at this time, life and death are nothing...
"That's fine."
An Qisheng stared at Ying San for a moment, seeming to sense his determination, and nodded slightly: "Fellow Daoist Ying has never taken advantage of others' danger before, nor has he joined forces with the demon. It is only right that we meet him."
Phew~
As the words floated, An Qisheng flicked his hand, and the Emperor's Heaven that had just been put away in his sleeve burst out again.
The billowing clouds are like a Milky Way, falling from the sky, roaring around the surroundings, turning into a lavender staircase.
Starting from the suspended heavenly palace, it flows down tens of thousands of feet, extending to the feet of Ying San:
"Fellow Taoist, if you want to see me, please invite me!"
If the heavenly steps flow vertically, spreading tens of thousands of feet, its color is light purple, but there is no way to understand the Tao Yun on it, it seems to be just an ordinary condensation of inspiration.
But no onlooker would think this was an ordinary staircase.
Because Ying Sanben was walking in the air, and when he reached the stairs, he stopped and looked a little solemn.
He could feel what was contained in this step.
That is magical power that has been condensed to its purest form!
Endless magical powers, intertwined with each other, reinforcing each other, but they merged into one, turning into a seemingly ordinary staircase.
In fact, this step has surpassed most of the magical powers he has seen in his life!
After staring silently for a long time, Ying San suddenly raised his head, his old face glowing with a different look, as if he had regained his previous state of mind:
"good!"
Just say it one word.
Ying San's rickety body suddenly straightened up, blood energy like the turbulent sea surged on his body surface, and his divine power burned.
In just a moment, all the old age on his body has been swept away, his long hair is still gray, and his face is still old, but no one can regard him as the same person as the old man who was so old and dead before, as if he would die suddenly in the next moment!
There is no need to show its energy, just by looking at it, you can feel the overwhelming power filling your heart.
This change did not go beyond the expectations of others, but it still caused a lot of commotion. They had not even met before, but they had already forced Ying San to show his strength?
"This step..."
Shi Cheng's mind was shaken. What was so strange about those steps that could make Mr. Ying feel like he was facing a powerful enemy?
Ying San didn't care about other people's thoughts. He moved his body and stepped onto the steps.
Phew~
If the wind rises, it will blow his long frost-white hair.
But this is not all a windy sky.
Instead, a majestic force was transmitted from the soles of his feet layer by layer, until his hair stirred up, and his robes hunted!
This power is so vast and majestic, like a vast ocean, passing up in waves, causing multiple suppressions on the body, blood, and even the soul.
"What a magical power!"
Ying San's hair was dancing, and his eyes were as bright as fire, but there was a hint of gratitude: "Fellow Taoist, you are interested."
This force is pure and powerful, and it is rising endlessly, trying to approach his limit.
Kick him off the steps!
But his feet seemed to have roots, and despite the majestic force surging, he remained firm and motionless. After a slight praise, he stepped forward again.
The great power of the cave can already travel thousands of miles, and the vacuum-shattering bullet can count thousands of miles. With Yingsan's cultivation, it is just easy to travel hundreds of millions of miles a day while sitting on the ground.
But on this step, he seemed to have lost all his divine power, as if he was carrying all the mountains and rivers of Dongzhou and all the water of the East China Sea.
The divine power in his body still made a sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, but he could only take one step at a time, one step at a time.
And the further he walked, the greater the force he endured.
Halfway through the journey, his skinny body had become as full as a strong man's, but his muscles and bones were still unable to make a groaning sound.
When he reached seventy, his body swelled like a giant from the Zhan Royal Clan, his aura was as powerful as the sea, and his blood was as surging as the sun. However, his tall and straight waist became rickety instead.
Finally, when he reached ninety and looked up to see An Qisheng, Ying San stopped for the first time, and large beads of sweat fell from his forehead.
The drops fell for a long time and turned into a downpour, stretching over thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
"It turns out that I still lack so much..."
Amidst the moans of his muscles and bones being overwhelmed, Ying San straightened up abruptly and let out a long sigh:
"This road to heaven is really long..."
The journey of a hundred miles has reached ninety, but the final eleventh journey seems to be more difficult than nine-tenths of the previous ones, even if there is a reason for the decline of vitality in others' old age.
But he knew in his heart that even if he was in his prime and at the peak of his energy and blood, he would never reach the end.
And as long as we don't reach the end, what's the difference between ninety, ninety-nine, or one?
"If you were in your prime, you might have the opportunity to make further progress, or if you were born in the Middle Ages, you would also achieve something..."
Looking at the old man, An Qisheng also felt a trace of regret in his heart.
All things have an end. The invincible golden body will also decay, and the pure Yang soul will also decline. If you don't advance in the path of cultivation, you will retreat.
This old man has lived for thousands of years, and may have taken elixirs to extend his life. Because of this, when he reaches his twilight years, his end is approaching.
There is no room for redemption.
Even if he has penetrated some of the mysteries of the world and can sense the movement of 'particles', being able to sense it does not mean he has mastered it, nor can he manipulate it at will.
If it can really be mastered, it will no longer be human power.
All things come into existence with the flick of a finger, and all things perish with the touch of a hand, which is both destruction and creation. That may not be the realm of God, but it is a taboo area that An Qisheng cannot enter at this time.
but......
"Is this my limit..."
Ying San's eyes dimmed for a moment, but became brighter and brighter in an instant, as if the sun and moon in the sky fell into his eyes, and his tone lost all trace of twilight and became sonorous:
"Fellow Taoist built this ladder to reach the sky for me, but it should be the most perfect burial place for me!"
boom!
Before he finished speaking, there was thunder in the sky.
Under the gaze of countless people, Ying San's body suddenly burst into flames, first like a candle flame, then like a torch, and finally like the burning sun, bursting out with frightening light and heat.
Completely burning himself.
"Huh?"
Far far away in the sky, a soft cry came from the gorgeous chariot pulled by nine dragon beasts.
Phew~
Chu Mengyao opened the car curtain, and there was a ripple in her heroic eyes, as if she saw the scene happening in the distance.
Along the way, she was not in too much of a hurry. She kept thinking and deducing something in her mind. She was startled by the aura and came back to her senses.
The reason was naturally because she recognized the owner of this aura.
"What do you want to do, old guy?"
Chu Mengyao frowned, and with a thought in her mind, the extremely terrifying power bloomed instantly, and in an instant, she drove the chariot away into light.
The speed was so fast that even Qi Cang was surprised.
"what happened?"
Qi Cang's heart was pounding, and he immediately seemed to sense the burning blood in the distance, as well as the heavenly steps hanging in the sky like a purple galaxy.
Immediately, he was stunned:
"This, this scene..."
boom!
The divine fire burns, and all the beard and hair are lifted.
Ying San stepped forward again, still taking one step at a time, but never stopped. As he stepped forward, the fire around him became more blazing, more majestic, and more brilliant.
step,
step......
After nine consecutive steps, the flames on his body were already extremely strong, but what was even more dazzling than the burning of blood and divine power were his eyes.
One step away, you can see the Taoist.
But he stopped again, letting the divine fire blazing around him, but never made any further progress.
There seems to be an invisible barrier lying in front of him, and even if it burns everything, it still cannot be crossed.
Even if you break your body to pieces, burn everything, and give everything you have, can you still not cross this threshold?
Even for a moment,
Even for a moment!
At this moment, Ying San roared in his heart, and the difficulty of finding the way for thousands of years emerged in his heart, but as the divine fire around him slowly dissipated, he became silent.
Full of unwillingness, it finally turned into despair:
"Manpower is sometimes poor, but in the end it is still impossible to defy nature..."
The sighs lingered.
A white palm suddenly passed through the invisible barrier and reached in front of Ying San:
"God, maybe it's not irreversible..."
boom!
Wrapped in the divine light, Qi Cang, who happened to see this scene on the rapidly approaching chariot, was stunned as if struck by thunder.
It was like a bolt of lightning flashed across his mind, reminding him why this scene felt familiar to him.
This is obviously a legend he heard in his previous life.
"Ying, Ying San... the one in the fire ball is the human king Ying San..."
"This scene, this scene...is,
The king of men worships the emperor! ! ! "
