Buzz~
Like water, light emerges from nothingness, swirling around the dark ink-like imprint of the soul.
But what is different from any previous time is that although this soul mark is flowing and trembling, it has no tendency to dissolve.
"Sure enough, with my current practice of 'Enter the Dream', I still can't break the mark of the saint..."
Looking at the imprint of the soul that seemed to be unshakable, An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly, but he was not surprised. Together with his thoughts, he had already communicated with Dao Yitu.
call!
There is a moment of brightness in the dark void that no one can see, and the Tao power burns like fire.
Buzz!
It seemed like only a moment, and all kinds of information were already flowing down in front of An Qisheng's eyes.
The first thing that catches the eye is the shocking consumption of the Peeping Brand.
[Consumption of Dao power...919 million (shielded by Tianxin mark, ten times consumption)]
Nearly a billion Dao Power!
This is the most time An Qisheng has consumed his Tao power since he obtained the Tao Yitu.
But he frowned slightly. This number exceeded his expectation, but it was not too much, but...
"Too little..."
An Qisheng murmured in his heart.
In the past few decades, he has collected the martial arts books of 90% of the sects in the Great Zhou Dynasty and accumulated a huge amount of Tao power.
It is prepared to spy on the six saints in this world.
Before, he was still a little worried, worried that the power he had prepared was not enough to spy on the Great Freedom Lord.
Because it is deduced that Yang Jian's power is already as high as 30 million.
The Dao power consumed at this time is indeed close to one billion, but without the so-called "Tianxin Seal" as a barrier, it would not exceed 100 million!
Although the gap between them is huge, it seems that there is no qualitative change as he imagined...
"Is it the mark of the heart? The so-called holy throne?"
Thinking of everything he had seen in Tianwaitian, An Qisheng had a glimmer of understanding in his heart, and with a thought, he looked at the rest of the message.
【Great Lord of Heaven】
[Fate path: Born in the Emperor's Heaven Realm, beside the sea of evil and blood, he was a demon boy at first, muddle-headed and inseparable from the mortal world. Later, he obtained strange objects from the sky... and then he rose up and killed hundreds of millions of miles of blood. Hai, kill the son of the Blood Sea, and climb to the top of the Blood Sea...]
[...During the war between Demon and Heaven, he gained enlightenment of Heaven’s Heart and called himself the Great Self-Devil Lord. 】
[Evaluation: The boundless demonic realm is king, dominated by the surging sea of blood. He who occupies a realm is respected, and his path that runs through the world is his ancestor! The great achievement of transcending the ordinary and becoming a saint, combined with the heart of heaven, can be praised as the ultimate (false) six-star level]
Fake?
Fake!
Endless messages flowed by, but An Qisheng's attention was attracted by that one word.
"Fake?!"
An Qi took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and then figured out what was contained in these messages.
This falsehood is not true or false, but the meaning of 'borrowing' in name.
Recalling that he had twice peeped into the conversation between the Master of Tianwaitian Xingkong and the Six Saints, a great understanding suddenly arose in his heart.
It's like the window screen was punctured, and there is a sense of sudden enlightenment.
Why does the battle between Starry Sky Host and Six Saints last for so long?
Why can't the owner of Xingkong Tower enter and the Six Saints can't come out?
Why would the battle in the Daoji Realm eventually involve all living beings in the Huangtian Realm...
"That's it, that's it..."
An Qisheng's eyes shone brightly, and he felt that the fog in his heart was gone, and he completely saw the secrets of this world that were hidden so deeply that even a saint like Bai Emperor couldn't see them.
From the chaotic years to the present, countless eras of battles, everything that seems unreasonable seems to have an explanation.
Why did the saints preach?
And why is it 'destruction' and 'harvest' one after another?
Although it is true that they have hatred between each other, their real purpose is...
"Refining falsehood into reality!"
...
"Bai Di, he's dead!"
A calm voice came from the void.
"What? Who?!"
Zhulong was startled, and then he remembered something. His body trembled, and he prostrated himself: "Chi, the Red Emperor God..."
"Haha, it's rare that you still remember this god."
Plain and cold words came from the looming red clouds in the void.
"God's Ming Jian..."
Zhulong's heart was shaking wildly, and Douda sweatdropped to the ground: "God, the little god, I have no choice but to..."
"Under the Phoenix Emperor's Nirvana-Destroying Holy Fire, this god should not be spared. Your surrender to the White Emperor is nothing..."
The red clouds were looming and seemed to disappear at any time. The Red Emperor's eyes were dark and his words were calm, as if he didn't care.
In fact, Shinto has always been about superiority and inferiority, so the so-called loyalty naturally does not exist.
Changing flags has been around since ancient times.
"Thank you, God."
Zhulong felt relieved and looked at the looming Shouyang Mountain in the distance in disbelief: "The White Emperor fell, is it true?"
He was extremely shocked.
He was quite surprised by the aura bursting out of the sky before, but he just thought that Bai Emperor was fighting with someone in the air.
How could you have thought that Bai Di would fall so lightly?
But he obviously did not doubt the words of the Red Emperor. For a moment, his expression was extremely complicated, with fear mixed with doubts and fear.
"good."
Red Emperor nodded slightly, looked at Shouyang Mountain through the void, and said calmly: "Zhulong, please send this thing to Shouyang Mountain."
"What?"
Zhulong raised his head and saw a four-color dharma post floating slowly down in the void.
"Red, Cang, Xuan, Gold!"
Zhulong was shocked. Could it be that the dharma note jointly issued by the four emperors was a declaration of war?
As soon as he thought about it, he wanted to refuse, but before he opened his mouth, the voice of the Red Emperor came again: "Don't let me down."
"God!"
Zhulong's expression changed several times, but he still gritted his teeth and reached out to take the decree. He glanced subconsciously, his eyes suddenly widened, and his tongue was knotted:
"Recruit, recruit? How, how is that possible?!"
Looking at the Dharma post, Zhulong's heart was as chaotic as a hemp rope, and it was difficult to digest it for a moment. He wanted to plead, but there was no trace of the Red Emperor's breath in the void?
"Recruitment?"
Looking at Shouyang Mountain again, the head of the candle dragon was as big as a bucket, and I was extremely frightened.
He didn't know how Bai Di fell, but if he could suppress Bai Di's existence in silence, killing himself would not be any harder than killing a chicken.
Can such a being be recruited? !
Since ancient times, recruitment has always been done by the strong recruiting the weak. The one who can kill the White Emperor is probably still above the Four Emperors...
"Trouble, big trouble..."
Zhulong grabbed the hot dharma post and stood there for a long time. He still sighed and turned towards Shouyang Mountain.
The immortality of the gods all depends on the divine way. For him, offending the four god emperors is much more terrifying than death...
But even so, he was still reluctant.
In a short journey of more than a thousand miles, it took him less than half a cup of tea to reach the foot of the mountain.
"call!"
Zhulong was full of thoughts, his face was heavy, and he hesitated before climbing up the steps.
The mountain road was not long, but he walked very slowly, like a prisoner rushing to the execution ground, feeling that every step was a great torment.
But what surprised him was that as soon as he reached the top of the mountain, a small blue-skinned monster with a crystal-like body and a monster-like appearance had already come up to him.
The little monster was dressed strangely. When he saw him going up the mountain, he put one hand on his chest and moved his other hand behind his back, giving a very strange gift:
"Guests from far away, I have been waiting for a long time."
"Who are you......"
Zhulong took a look at this little monster, but suddenly thought of the red boy King Kong who had forced him to use the 'Zhuzhao' magical power before.
The two were obviously not very similar, and could even be said to be completely different, but there was a strong sense of déjà vu in his heart.
"A practitioner who plays in the world of mortals, a seeker on the road to truth... Under Taoist Hongxuan's seat, there is a three-hearted blue soul boy."
Lan Lingtong was also sizing up the 'god' in front of him, and after hearing the words, he answered like a chant.
"Blue Soul Boy..."
Zhulong's eyes flashed, and he also gave a salute and said: "I am the Emperor's court, the Zhulong Walker under the Red Emperor, and by the order of the God Emperor, I am here to deliver the dharma post to Taoist Master Hongxuan. We have important matters to discuss with you... ..."
Zhulong breathed a sigh of relief.
What if he could send someone out to greet him? Maybe the result wouldn't be so bad?
"Please come in."
Lan Lingtong turned around and led the way.
Zhulong was sizing up Shouyang Mountain, but no matter how he looked at it, there was nothing strange about this mountain. Not to mention the ordinary scenery, there was still very little intelligence.
In a place like this, not to mention Taoist Hongxuan, even an ordinary practitioner might not appreciate it, right?
With his mind spinning, he had arrived at the Taoist temple and met Taoist Nanzhan Shangzhen and Hongxuan who was suspected of killing Bai Di.
"Taoist Hongxuan..."
Zhulong felt shocked and weird.
Because he couldn't sense the slightest bit of cultivation from this Taoist, but he had a feeling of insignificance, like walking before an abyss and standing under the sky.
He had never felt this way before, but his intuition told him that the person in front of him was extremely dangerous.
He was thinking a lot, but he didn't dare to neglect and hurriedly saluted: "Zhulong pays homage to Shangzhen!"
"call!"
Under the old tree, An Qisheng still closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. After Zhulong greeted him, he slowly opened his eyes.
He glanced lightly at the red light that flashed and extinguished in the distance before falling on Zhulong:
"These four are very cautious."
Compared to Bai Di, these four surprised him more, not because they were more powerful, but because they were more cautious.
Not only has his true body never appeared, but even his incarnation has been hidden in the void, making him unpredictable.
Buzz!
Before Zhulong opened his mouth, the four-color decree had already risen into the air and landed on An Qisheng's open palm.
Lan Lingtong stood on one side, glanced curiously, and suddenly exclaimed: "Recruitment?!"
It was extremely surprised.
And when it howled, Zhulong's body shuddered, almost trying not to slip away.
Seeing that Taoist Hongxuan was looking at the Dharma post in silence, he just bit the bullet and said boldly:
"Taoist Master, the four gods sincerely invite you. With your cultivation, you should have become a god and ancestor long ago. Even if you are on par with several god emperors, it is not necessarily impossible..."
call!
The words stopped abruptly.
Looking at the suddenly burning Dharma post, Zhulong felt a chill in his heart and subconsciously took two steps back, almost running away.
However, he saw that the four colors on the dharma post faded and turned into a deep purple.
"Movement is worse than silence. It is better to seek safety than to fight. If you have this awareness, you will not kill everyone... If you are willing to surrender, then..."
After taking the purple dharma sticker numbly, Zhulong looked up in confusion. Under the old tree, the Taoist had closed his eyes again. His tone was indifferent and calm, but it carried a profound message:
"There should be names like yours on the list of gods!"
