The Goddess Statue that Disappeared in the Great Way of the Heavens Chapter 105 The late golden finger "Am I really dreaming?"

Looking around at the endless twisted grotesque, An Qisheng wanted to pinch himself, but in his current state, he had neither hands nor body.

At this time, An Qisheng was like a wisp of blue smoke, a ghost, surrounded by indescribable things.

The reason why he said it was indescribable was because the speed of his backtracking was so fast that the flow of all the scenes around him exceeded the limit of his perception.

"What is the streamer that entered my spirit?"

The endless light and shadow flickered, An Qisheng only felt a shock, if he had a body.

In his feeling, he was like a small fish jumping out of the river, suddenly entering a completely different environment!

Immediately, he only felt that the light in his heart was shining brightly, and the brilliance could not be seen!

An Qisheng's mind swayed, and in the splendid light, he faintly saw a broken and simple scroll

In other words, it was a broken picture.

At a glance, An Qisheng could already feel the vast aura above the picture scroll.

"This is the depths of my soul, that picture scroll may be the origin of my ability"

A trace of enlightenment rose in An Qisheng's heart.

Because of the integration of that unknown streamer, his spiritual power was unprecedentedly powerful, and he finally sensed the state of his soul.

That quaint picture scroll seems to exist in his soul.

"What is this picture scroll?"

Even if he knew that it was in his soul, he still didn't know what that picture scroll was.

wow~

As An Qisheng's thoughts moved, that huge picture scroll withdrew its brilliance and slowly unfolded.

A vast expanse of white.

The scroll was blank, as if it was just a blank painting.

But An Qisheng looked at it intently, and there were already words in the picture scroll:

【An Qisheng】

[Shouyuan: 29 Status: Original Loss]

[Specialty: Big Dreams Thousands of Autumns]

[Treasure: King Power Sword]

[Track of this life: Unpredictable]

[Dao Strength: 22 points]

"One Picture"

A lot of information emerged in An Qisheng's mind, making him a little enlightened.

This picture scroll named "Dao Yi" is taken from the Tao that produces one, one life two, two creates three, and three creates all things.

One of them, for some reason, was acquired by him.

And this incomplete 'Dao Yitu' is also the source of his desperation, and it is it that consumes his source year after year, day after year, that makes him think that he is terminally ill.

Originally, with his current mental power, he could not perceive the existence of 'Dao Yitu' at all. It was Wang Quanjian who recognized the master and made his mental power skyrocket, so he reluctantly communicated with 'Dao Yitu'.

At this time, An Qisheng realized that the Wang Quan Sword that Tong Zhengyang had seen in his memory had somehow become his.

But at this time, his attention was no longer on Wang Quanjian, but on his terminal illness.

He originally thought that as long as he held the pill, he could be cured without medicine, but only now did he realize that if he could not fill the source of the deficit.

Even if he holds the pill to become a gang, as long as he can't make up for the deficit of his origin.

For six and a half years at most, he would still be dead.

He subconsciously believed in this 'Tao Yi Tu'.

"Unmatched Virtue Will Bring Disaster"

When he came back to his senses, An Qisheng understood.

He doesn't have any negative emotions. Although the source of loss has become an established fact, no matter whether it is indignation or regret, it has no effect.

He has always been a pragmatic man.

With a thought, he asked Daoyitu:

"What's the use of you? How can my origin make up for it?"

hum~

The picture scroll shakes slightly, and the light on it flows like water;

【One picture of the road】

[Capability 1: Thousands of years of big dreams]

[Capacity 2: Knowing Yourself]

[Capacity 3: Omniscience]

[Are you consuming Dao energy to search for a way to complete the source? 】

Looking at the handwriting that appeared on the picture of Daoyi, An Qisheng was slightly relieved, as long as there was a way.

"Omniscient? The tone is not small"

An Qisheng's heart moved, and he responded with a picture:

"Yes!"

[Consumes 10,000 Dao Power to search for the source of Mana and Dao Power is insufficient, and the search fails]

""

An Qisheng was speechless, and this was too rigid.

My classmates are better than you.

"What is Dao Power? How to get it?"

An Qisheng asked again.

[The power contained in all Dao is Dao Power, and the method of obtaining it is as follows:

1: Find the broken fragments of Daoyitu.

Two: Self-awareness.

3: The Dao Aggregate of others' perception. 】

"Dao Power"

A lot of information flashed in An Qisheng's heart, and he couldn't help frowning.

But looking at the explanation, it is extremely difficult to obtain this power.

He is only at 22 o'clock now. God knows how long it will take to get 10,000 Dao Power?

You know, according to Dao Yitu, his life is less than seven years away.

Many thoughts flashed through one by one, and it took An Qisheng a long time to calm down:

"Where am I going now?"

[Perceiving the owner's urgent thoughts of falling into a dream, according to the world coordinates provided by the owner of the picture, it consumes 6,000 source power, and is falling into a dream by himself]

"My urgent thoughts?"

An Qisheng moved in his heart.

When he fell into the dream of Tong Zhengyang before, wasn't the most urgent thought in his heart was to go back to the world before Tong Zhengyang passed through?

However, I provide world coordinates?

"What kind of sword of kingship is it? There are world coordinates in the sword of kingship? Then am I not traveling through it now?"

An Qisheng's heart squeaked, and he quickly asked:

"In this dream, will time in the outside world pass?"

He still hasn't forgotten that there is another Tong Zhengyang who wants to stare at him in the outside world. If he delays for too long, it will be bad.

[The big dream is thousands of years, and one breath is a thousand years]

Above the quaint picture scroll, the warm light flows like water:

[The owner of the picture can wake up at any time]

"Wait, six thousand Dao Power? Where did I get the six thousand Dao Power?"

With a sigh of relief, An Qisheng realized that something was wrong.

Consuming 6,000 Dao Power to enter the dream world, where did you get the 6,000 Dao Power?

[The owner of the picture has obtained other people's Taoism, and obtained six thousand points of Taoism]

Daoyitu is still answering every question, not asking or not answering, rigid and rigid, like a mental retardation.

"Other people's Dao Yun? Is it Mr. Yang Ming?"

An Qisheng was shocked, and already knew the source of the Dao Power he obtained.

The things he touched, only Wang Yangming could leave such Dao accumulation.

He knew that he could wake up at any time, but how could Mr. Yang Ming's gift go to waste?

Besides, his fundamental purpose is to find Zhengyang's weakness.

It doesn't make sense to wake up at this point.

If it is really like what Daoyitu said, "a big dream is thousands of years old, and one breath is a thousand years", then he would not be in a hurry to go out.

Quan regarded it as a long dream, maybe he could find Tong Zhengyang's weakness.

With a thought, An Qisheng has withdrawn from the depths of his soul.

I saw that endless strange land flashed past, and a huge light ball emitting a strong white light was already close at hand.

"This is the original world of Tong Zhengyang?"

An Qisheng's thoughts flashed in his heart, and he had lost all his thoughts.

At the last moment, he seemed to see the endless bizarre land.

There are many more light **** like this,

very many

Dafeng Country,

Fengzhou,

Glory House,

Thirty miles north of Nanliang County, on an unknown small black mountain.

The hill was only a few dozen feet high, with few trees and dense flowers and plants. Most of them were dark rocks, so there were very few birds and animals.

On the hill, there is a dilapidated Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple is not very small. There are three entrances and three exits. The entrance is the front courtyard, and then there is the inner courtyard. Finally, there is the main hall dedicated to the ancestors.

The courtyard was full of fallen leaves, and the walls were mottled.

"Master, master, wake up, wake up, don't leave Tingting, woo woo master, master"

In a room in the inner courtyard, there was a girl's sad cry.

"Junior sister, don't cry!! If you cry again, you will cry to death before the master is dead!?"

A man reprimanded.

"woohoo"

The female voice became more and more sad, with grievances: "Master, look, you haven't left yet, senior brother has already started to bully Tingting"

The male voice seemed to be as big as a fight. He was so angry that he had no choice but to comfort him in a soft voice:

"Without Master, I will also protect you."

"No, I want Master"

The female voice is stubborn.

"Junior sister! Master explained that I want to take care of you, the doctor said, Master will not live until night"

"I don't want it, I don't want it, Master won't die!"

"you!"

Who is it?

very noisy!

disturbing dreams

In a daze, An Qisheng seemed to hear someone arguing beside him, crying and making trouble, saying things he didn't understand at all.

Make him never sleep again.

The spirit gradually sobered up, and a strange feeling spread in his heart.

The limbs are sore and numb, the body has no strength at all, the chest seems to be pressing against a big stone, the face is a little stiff, and I tried to open my eyes several times.

With his control over his body, even if he had two dumbbells hanging from his eyelids, it wouldn't affect his ability to open his eyes.

"Ok?"

An Qisheng was shocked, and his spirit was completely sober.

He used all his strength to open his eyes, his vision was blurry, even less clear than the most indistinct TV when he was a child.

His eyes froze for a moment before he could see all around him.

This is an old house with old furnishings~lightnovelpub.net~ and smells of decay everywhere.

In front of the old bed, two children in tattered Taoist robes stitched with several pieces of tattered clothes lie in front of his bed.

These two children are very small, the older boy is about twelve or thirteen, and the girl is smaller, at most eight or nine years old.

The same thing is that they are all dressed in tatters, their bodies are dirty, and they are thin and thin, just like the refugees I have seen on TV!

"Master, you are awake!"

The little girl was inexplicably surprised, and tears came down with a 'wow'.

An Qisheng couldn't understand what they were saying at all. He wanted to speak, but his mouth was bitter, and the skin of his mouth seemed to be heavy.

He wanted to get up, as if a mountain was pressing on him.

In this whole body, the only thing that can move is a pair of eyeballs!