The old man's eyes narrowed.

He could feel the wind and clouds around him converging, and an inexplicable qi movement was changing.

This celestial phenomenon is not a natural change, but is induced by people.

There are many methods in the world that can induce changes in celestial phenomena, but there is only one method that can induce celestial phenomena so quickly, and that is the out-of-body yin spirit.

"Uncle, what is a ghost from the body?"

The young man was a little shocked when he looked at the dark sky in the blink of an eye.

This dark cloud came too quickly and abnormally.

"The most dangerous level before the qi pulse casts a god..."

The old man felt the changes in the air around him, and his expression also changed:

"It is to lead the nine days of thunder to fall, to cleanse the gods, to enlighten the gods with martial arts, and to move the world with a single thought..."

"This Daoist Wang Quan is going to break through the divine vein?"

The boy's eyes widened.

"Originally, the old man thought it was just a rumor, how could such a character not become a god, and now I want to come..."

The old man's complexion changed, and it had an incredible taste:

"Before becoming a god, you have already killed several gods in a row, and you can resist Pang Wanyang's divine will. It's incredible, incredible..."

Until now, he didn't believe the rumors that the Daoist Wang Quan in Jianghu had not yet created a divine vein.

How could he believe that a master who killed four gods in succession had not yet formed a god?

From ancient times to the present, the use of Qi to kill the gods has never been done by the military masters of the past dynasties, and it is obviously impossible for this Taoist priest to be the master of the gods.

But at this time, he had to believe it.

Because of the huge mountain top, there is only one tyrannical breath in his induction.

That is, the one who was driving Thunder at this time.

"Before the king's authority and Daoist priest broke through, he was already so tyrannical. If he forged the divine veins, wouldn't he be invincible in the world?"

Looking at the rolling thunderclouds, the young man was amazed.

"It's hard to say, it's hard to say..."

The old man seemed to be a little unsure, and shook his head slightly:

"In this world, anyone who goes beyond the ranks to fight must be in contact with or even master a unique method, a power or characteristic that no one in the same realm or even a higher realm has ever possessed...

The Daoist Wang Quan smashed the Divine Vessel with the body of Qi Vein. It is said that because his physique is unparalleled and invincible in horizontal training, even if the ghost comes out of the body and the Divine Vessel is cast, it may not make his physique too strong. Variety......."

The old man was a little hesitant as he spoke. After all, there was no such person like this Daoist Wang Quan, and it was difficult to say how his divine veins would change after he was formed.

It's just that the word invincibility is too heavy.

He didn't think that Taoist Wang Quan could be stronger than Pang Wanyang once he broke through.

"Today, it has become too fast..."

"I have seen many thunderstorms, and this is the first time I have seen it..."

"This cloud is strange... I heard that there are martial arts on the rivers and lakes that can induce changes in the sky. Is this the master of the king's power practicing?"

Not only the old and the young, but others at the foot of the mountain also discovered it.

Looking up one by one, it is quite incredible.

In their eyes, above the clear sky for thousands of miles, only the top of Wangquan Mountain was covered with dark clouds and lightning, and the thunder was rolling.

A normal dark cloud, how could there be such a thing.

For a time, all the people on and off the mountain were attracted.

woohoo~~~

In the backyard of Wangquan Road, on a three-foot square platform made of cold iron, An Qisheng sat cross-legged in the wind, his clothes flying.

The surging sound of blood rushing out through the body, accompanied by the gust of wind whistling to the distance.

In his body, inner strength, true energy, all rushing and rushing, pouring into the chief of the six suns, where all the veins converge.

The essence is poured back, and under the urging, the divine will is filled to the limit.

For a time, the spirit fluttered, as if standing on the edge of a cliff, wanting to jump off.

For a long time in the floating world, the polishing of muscles, bones, skin, membranes, and flesh, to accepting the aura of heaven and earth to condense true qi, to the qi pulse running around the sky, this is the last step.

Any martial artist who can reach this step is a martial arts genius among thousands of people.

In fact, in the long-floating world of 20 billion people, there are only dozens of people who have achieved divine veins, and they are truly one in a million.

But any martial artist who reaches this step must be nervous, as if facing a big enemy.

"The yin spirit has not yet come out of the body, and the changes in the qi machine have already triggered thunderclouds..."

An Qisheng's eyes lit up.

In his eyes, all the currents circulated, and an invisible ripple spread through the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth, triggering the change of the Qi machine on the entire mountain top.

It is not the yin **** that affects the celestial phenomena, the yin **** only affects the aura of heaven and earth, it is the change of the aura of heaven and earth, which changes the aura of the mountain top and causes thunderclouds to appear.

Once the yin **** really leaves the body, it is almost certain to be struck by lightning.

An Qisheng was not in a hurry to trigger the thunder, but felt the change in the air.

The world is different from the world.

The existence of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth makes Jiufujie different from Xuanxing in many ways.

It stands to reason that the divine veins and spirits are strong and strong, and even if the body does not have the spirit, it will not dissipate immediately.

But in fact, he has only seen a similar example of a spiritual life like Da Motian, and in fact, what is left on the man's skin is not the real him, but a broken spiritual imprint.

"There is no doom in casting the divine veins, but this world doesn't seem to have the space for the yin gods to live out of the body..."

He was thoughtful.

He thought deeply, a lot.

Yinshen out of body is not the only way to break through the divine veins, as long as there is a means of washing and enhancing the divine soul, finding and igniting the true yang and true yin in the soul can cast the divine veins.

However, if there is no thunder baptism, it is not easy to wash the soul and ignite the true yang and true yin.

It seems that there is no danger, but it is ten times more difficult than the former, because the most terrifying thing is not seeing the way forward.

He somewhat admired the sages who discovered that they had baptized their souls with thunder.

He believed that there was no divine vein in Jiufujie until he discovered the secret legend of washing the soul with thunder to ignite the true yin and true yang.

For the same reason, the very first sword master who was cast into a divine weapon of heaven and man was also extremely remarkable.

Before that, there must be no gods and gods.

Any world is flowing forever, evolving from generation to generation, like a brick city wall, and the latecomers must naturally be on it.

Respect the ancients, but do not need to belittle the present.

Just like the three hundred years of Xuanxing, there have been many masters of the gods from generation to generation, but in the past, there has not been one for hundreds of years.

But even so, the talent and wisdom of the predecessors are also admirable.

Just imagine, under the circumstance that no one in the past has ever eaten crabs, what kind of courage is it for those who are able to withstand bursts of fear in their hearts and go out of their bodies?

bang~

Thunder rolled in the sky, and lightning cut through the darkness like dragons and snakes.

Looking at the Thunder Snake that was about to move as if it was about to be beaten down at any time, the old man suddenly said:

"Kaiyu, we should go."

He doesn't care if it's taboo to watch other people's breakthroughs, but if he doesn't care, the Daoist Wang Quan may not care.

He had something to ask, but he couldn't commit evil because of this trivial matter.

"Ah? Why?"

The young man was a little stunned:

"Wangquan Daoist breaks through the divine vein, what a rare scene to see. If you miss it, you will never have it again. Look, didn't those people also come up the mountain?"

However, some people from the bottom of the mountain had all come up, standing sparsely in front of the mountain gate, also looking at the dark clouds in the distance, full of amazement.

"The place where the real dragon resides, the dust can fall, but the beasts cannot enter."

The old man shook his head slightly:

"I'm afraid that when I'm here, Daoist Wangquan will be afraid..."

Halfway through his words, his expression suddenly changed.

"Brother Yan, if you want to see it, you might as well come closer. Everything can't be told to others, so what can't you see?"

A calm and quiet voice that suppressed the sound of thunder echoed above the huge mountain gate.

An Qisheng's voice was flat, but it contained a strong self-confidence, as if he was not trying to escape the calamity, but invited his friends to go out for an outing.

The expressions of the others before Shanmen changed.

I only felt that this voice was round and peaceful, but it contained a divine meaning that made people look at it, and the voice seemed to explode directly in their hearts.

His body was even a little numb, as if he had been electrocuted.

"Yes, it is the voice of Daoist Wang Quan!"

"Brother Yan? Who is this expert?"

"There are many people surnamed Yan in this world, but the one who can be called Brother Yan by Daoist Wang Quan is more than the one from Youzhou!"

"The seventh weapon list, the world-shaking martial artist, Yan madman!"

After being shocked, several martial artists all looked at him.

Looking at it slightly, his eyes had already fallen on the old man, and many people immediately retreated, in case of a tiger or wolf.

There has always been no black and white in the arena, and there are always people who benefit from the righteous devil, and Yan Kuangtu is such a person.

This person is neither right nor evil, ruthless, and famous at a young age. In his teens, he made a name for himself in the world. At the age of 20, he had a great power and became famous all over the world.

After that, he traveled to various states and visited various sects. In his thirties, he established the Great Dragon Gate in Youzhou, and there were some perverse people who were both righteous and evil.

According to legend, he is very powerful in Youzhou, and even the people of the court have to look at his face. He can be called a country within a country, the uncrowned king, and the real top sect of Dafeng.

Before the appearance of Daoist Wangquan, he was the first master who had confrontation with the imperial court.

The former catcher of the six gates~lightnovelpub.net~ was killed by him in Youzhou Fucheng, the real giant of the evil way.

"I don't want the Taoist priest to recognize someone Yan!"

The old man smiled lightly, and then returned with a long smile.

His voice was so mighty that it was like the surging river of the Yangtze River, making everyone who heard his laughter flushed and almost suffocated.

The mighty momentum seemed to suppress the thunder dragon in the sky.

"It seems that Brother Daoist is 100% sure, so, don't blame Yan for being abrupt!"

A long smile echoed in front of the mountain gate.

But before the eyes of the public, the old man and the young man disappeared without a trace, like a ghost.

call!

In the hurricane yard, Kuangcun Yan slowly fell to the ground.

The distance from the cold iron platform on which An Qisheng sat was only ten feet away.

Looking at each other from a distance, the two eyes are condensed.