The magic weapon is not just a weapon, it is the will of the gods, the martial arts, the inheritance, the tradition, and the incarnation.

The magic weapon is invisible, not to change the display of many weapons, but because it is invisible, visible, invisible soldiers, in order to exert all martial arts!

A fist is a gun, a sword, a sanshou, or everything!

With the convergence of thousands of Qi machines and the Qi of Swords and Soldiers in the world borrowed by An Qisheng, Dao Sword finally burst out, displaying the Bagua Furnace, containing all the Eight Dao Heavenly Humans and Divine Weapons!

Boom!

The gossip furnace formed by the interweaving and outline of Dao Dao Qi machine rolled in the thundercloud, and Dao Dao thunderbolt, thunderbolt, milk and swallow fell into the forest one after another, and dazzling electric snake sparks swayed and fell like rain.

And in the gossip furnace, the divine soldiers were boiling and attacking, and the tigers and dragons roared endlessly.

There are thunders rolling outside, and magic soldiers counterattack inside.

The gossip donkey roared and vibrated, making a deafening collision sound.

The King Quanjian, the first-born king, is absolutely impossible to suppress the eight divine weapons of heaven and man, but at this time, although the gossip furnace is shaking more and more violently in the rolling sea of ​​thunder, it will never disperse!

Bombardment from inside and outside, under the sympathy of air and machine, a delicate balance was actually maintained.

boom!

Boom!

The rolling sound waves flowed down along with the detonating sound of thousands of thunders, and the mighty trampled the void like thousands of fierce beasts until the wild and eight wastelands, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

The gossip furnace that suddenly appeared in the sky suppressed the eight divine weapons of heaven and man!

Outside Wangquan Mountain, Nanliang City, and even many martial arts masters in the Ronghua Mansion all lost their voices, staring at the gossip furnace in the sky of thunder.

They still can't guess what An Qisheng wants to do.

However, they could still see that An Qisheng had the upper hand in this battle!

It is unbelievable that it is possible to have the upper hand with a magic weapon that has been initially casted against eight with one enemy.

"Heaven and man! After ten thousand years, between heaven and earth, a man of heaven has finally been born!"

"What kind of virtue and ability of my generation are, I am fortunate to live with the heavens and humans for the rest of my life! The majesty of the king's authority, the majesty of the king's authority!"

"Heaven, God!"

Countless martial arts people were boiling over it, looking at this scene above the sky, all of them were extremely frenzied.

If there is anything in this world that is more attractive to people in the martial arts than the gods and gods, then it must be the gods!

Heaven and man are the dreams of countless people in martial arts throughout the ages!

At this moment, everyone didn't see An Qisheng at all, and they couldn't see clearly what was happening in the sky, but the enthusiasm and excitement in their hearts far exceeded anything in the past!

Especially the new generation of masters, who grew up listening to the legend of An Qisheng since childhood, at this time, their minds are swaying, and they can't be themselves.

"The breath of the sun-shattering bow is completely locked in it"

Somewhere in Fengzhou, Cang Liu was standing with a bow. At this moment, he couldn't help but sighed and put down the longbow that was bleak in his palm.

Different from other gods and gods.

The sky-breaking sun bow, its divine power lies not in the bow, but in the arrow.

The reason why it is called the most lethal among the gods is because once that arrow is shot, it is the most ferocious blow.

Trapped in it, the sun-shattering bow naturally lost its essence.

"The Great Dragon Banner."

Zhao Tianfeng sighed softly, then let out a long laugh, and walked away:

"Original origin and extinction, so to speak! I am lucky to get it, lose my life, everything is over, it is better to go back, it is better to go back!"

A faint voice drifted in the wind and sand.

Zhao Tianfeng put out the idea of ​​looking for An Qisheng, his figure flickered a few times, and he disappeared at the end of the horizon.

Among the soldiers of this generation, there are those who traverse the world, those who founded sects, and those who rebuild the mountain gate. He is the only one who has never stepped out of Mozhou in the past 50 years.

There is neither the desire for hegemony nor the desire to attain enlightenment.

The only obsession is to walk in front of the Daoist Wang Quan, but now it seems that it is unnecessary.

Rather, go home.

"To forge divine weapons with divine weapons and boundless thunder and fire, Daoist Wang Quan is really a big hand!"

In the Baiyue Mountain Villa, the real person Baiyue looked at the sky with a solemn expression.

He had a vague feeling in his heart that after today, the biggest change in the world is coming.

Wang Quan Dao will become the uncrowned king of the entire Jiufu Realm, and there will be no more disputes.

There is a new behemoth on top of many sects and kings' courts. Anyone who wants to resist will become a fan, whether it is an ordinary person or a great master of divine veins.

At the same time, there was an even more terrifying thought in his heart.

'The Taoist Wang Quan traps all the gods and gods, if it is'

With a flash of thought, Zhenren Baiyue shook his head again.

Suppressing the divine weapons of heaven and man and refining the divine weapons of heaven and man are not the same concept. The combination of divine weapons is the great fortune of heaven and earth. If you want to refine them all, you almost have to fight the martial arts of the eight great heavenly beings by yourself!

Even if the Daoist Wangquan achieves heaven and man, he may not be able to do it.

Or rather, it's not necessary at all.

After today, the gods of heaven and man will disappear. In the world, there will be no resistance to the king's authority, and it is necessary to forcibly refine the gods and gods of heaven and earth, which is not the work of the wise.

"It's amazing, this kind of thing has really made him do it!"

In the Great Dragon Gate, Yan Kuangsu was amazed.

He knew even more than Zhenren Baiyue, because he had participated in the casting of the King Power Sword, not only him, but Yun Haitian, Wang Jianglong, and many great monks from Huangjue Temple were also involved.

But even if he admired An Qisheng greatly, Yan Kuangtu didn't think it could be done. After all, it was a divine weapon.

Even until this time, his heart was full of incredible.

Huhu~

Above the towering bell tower at the gate of Zhengangdao, Tieshan sits cross-legged and recites Taoist songs.

At the moment when the Bagua Furnace was formed, his expression suddenly became excited, his heart was surging, and it was difficult to restrain him.

In the past fifty years, under the guidance of An Qisheng and the huge resources of Wang Quandao, he has cultivated a divine vein that he never dared to imagine. Just in case.

He looked up at the sky and muttered in his heart: "King Quan Sword, Wang Quan Sword"

He still can't forget the words he said calmly when he saw An Qisheng when he was at the bottom of Tianyu Peak.

On the heads of the kings of this world, there is a sword of kingship!

For this sentence, in the past ten years, he did not relax for a moment, just for this day.

Thunderclouds rolled in the sky above, countless thunderbolts and thunder snakes smashed on the gossip furnace, the heavens and the gods slammed into the furnace, and the sound of swords and knives could not stop.

Countless people in the world are shocked, excited, jealous, resentful, and frightened.

On the top of Wangquan Mountain, Li Ling knelt down beside An Qisheng nervously, at a loss.

In this world, there are very few things that can make a soldier master feel helpless, and at this time, Li Ling encountered it.

"The Lord"

Feeling the almost undetectable vitality in An Qisheng, as well as the aura of decay and decay, she was full of worry.

In the past fifty years, her ability to grow from a little female thief to where she is now is all due to An Qisheng's single-handed cultivation.

Not to mention other things, if he hadn't given him the Dragon King Armor, how could he have become a soldier?

Seeing him like this at this time, he was naturally apprehensive and worried.

"Master!"

an exclamation.

Gui Xiaoer, who had just supported Huang Fu to the back mountain, changed his face, let go of the former, and stepped forward.

But Li Ling stopped him three feet away.

Huang Fu was inattentive, staggered and almost fell, and was about to scold Gui Xiaoer angrily, when he saw An Qisheng's appearance, his heart jumped:

"Daoist?"

With a thud in his heart, he also stepped forward.

Looking at An Qisheng's white-haired, hunched body, there was a deep worry on his face: "This, the loss of qi and blood, and the serious injury to the spirit, how can this happen, how can this happen?"

He paced back and forth, his face changing constantly.

Over the decades of his career as Supervisor Qin Tian, ​​his vision was extremely broad, and he could naturally see An Qisheng's state at this time.

At this time, his energy, blood, and spirit have fallen to the bottom, which is exactly the same as when the oil is exhausted.

He didn't know how to do this, but he knew that it must be related to the collision in the sky at this moment.

Sure enough, even if it is a Taoist priest, it is not so easy to suppress the eight divine weapons.

"Master Huang, what's the matter?"

Li Ling looked worried.

"Can't do anything."

Facing Li Linggui's little Er's gaze, Huang Fu shook his head slightly.

An Qisheng's physique is so tyrannical, that even a cold flood can't compare to it, how can he cure such a physique?

Not to mention it was him, it was useless to find all the doctors from the past to the present.

"Just wait."

Gui Xiaoer looked solemn, glanced at Huang Fu and Li Ling, and said:

"I'm going to be on guard. At this time, no one can know the state of the Taoist priest."

Having said that, Gui Xiaoer is about to leave.

At this time, An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes and said softly, "No need, I'm fine."

His eyes are still deep, and his voice is not old.

"Daoist!"

"Daoist! Don't you worry?"

Seeing him speak up, the three Huang Fu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the battle has not yet ended. If An Qi survives or loses, it is difficult to say whether the divine soldier will fall and completely destroy Wangquan Mountain.

Although he was in a shocking state at this time, he said that if there was nothing, then it must be nothing.

Since the first 10 years, he has always been omnipotent and can do all the incredible things in the world.

"nothing."

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows slowly, and the groan of an old machine came from his neck.

With the method of dreaming and planning for 50 years, if he is still close to death, he will look down on him too much.

Decades ago, he achieved the Five Qi Chaoyuan, and he has faintly touched the deep mystery between the spirit and the body.

Just in case, the infuriating qi, qi and blood will be burned, and the king's sword will be driven by the supreme divine will of the moment, so that the eight great soldiers can be completely suppressed in the gossip furnace.

"Notify the disciples to return to the mountain."

An Qisheng commanded softly.

Li Ling's body trembled slightly, bowed and stepped back. In the past few decades, Wang Quandao has cultivated a group of letter eagles that are comparable to Dafeng Golden Feather Eagles, but are more common and consume less.

After a while, thousands of letter eagles rose up from various places in Wangquan Mountain, flying in all directions like arrows from the strings.

"Daoist?"

Huang Fu heard something from his words, and his face darkened slightly.

His heaven and man's qi technique has not yet been completed, but the simple physiognomy is no less than that of Han Chang Palace, so he can naturally see what Han Chang Palace has seen.

Even when An Qisheng's breath fell to the bottom, he could see it more clearly.

Thirty-six months.

Thirty-six months later, today is An Qisheng's birthday!

He couldn't understand why An Qisheng, who was only 150 years old, died early, but he felt sad. He knew that An Qisheng would have to arrange his funeral next.

"There is a time when the origin and the extinction should come, so you don't have to feel sorry."

An Qisheng replied lightly, raising his hand and making a slight move.

Boom!

The air in the sky is turbulent, like the reverse flow of the Tianhe.

In the interweaving of light and darkness, the phantom of the black and white Taiji map flashed by, and then the gossip furnace of the eight gods and soldiers of the eight gods of the oppressor fell like a meteor, pulling out a huge tail flame that was inexplicably long.

Following the thunder cloud, the sea of ​​thunder rolled toward Wangquan Mountain.

The sky changes accordingly.

Nanliang City, Ronghua Mansion, and even the dark clouds above the entire Fengzhou gathered together, and the thunderclouds above other Dafeng states slowly dissipated as the disciples of Wangquan stopped reciting the Tai Chi song. , revealing clear skies.

boom!

On the top of Wangquan Mountain, a hundred feet high, black and white Taiji pictures are intertwined, and the gossip furnace is buzzing, like a huge vortex, attracting the baptism of thunder.

The sword of kingship cannot provoke thunder.

It was An Qisheng's 'God' who inspired countless thunders.

Every thunderbolt fell, even if it was guided by the tens of thousands of Qi machines and the endless military intentions, it acted on the gods and gods that were constantly impacting and colliding in the gossip furnace.

His divine will was also under enormous pressure.

"Heavenly Soldier"

Looking at this scene, Huang Fu muttered to himself.

Only a hundred feet apart, he could feel that with the thrashing of many thunderbolts, the most terrifying flame in the world seemed to be born in the phantom of the gossip furnace, constantly burning and refining the gods and gods within it.

This fire is not ordinary fire, it is the power of thunder and lightning snakes and divine soldiers. Under the integration of the gossip furnace, a strange flame is born.

Use your own martial arts magic weapon as the furnace, use thousands of Dao Qi machines and the borrowed Qi of the world's swordsmen as fuelwood, and use the collision force between heaven and human magic weapon and thunder and lightning snake as fire.

The numbers are superimposed, and this scene has just appeared.

He could feel that the phantom of the gossip furnace was slowly shrinking and becoming more and more condensed between the tumbling and beating of the sea of ​​thunder.

Faintly, he could see the inscription Dao pattern slowly emerging on the illusory gossip furnace body.

"Three Years"

An Qisheng lowered his eyes slowly, his mind soared, and blessed in the gossip furnace.

It drives the evolution of the gossip furnace in the tumultuous sea of ​​thunder.

boom!

Boom!

On the top of Wangquan Mountain, the thunderclouds rolled violently, and in a flash, it was already three months later.

In March, all the disciples of Wangquan Dao from all over the prefectures returned, and Yun Haitian, Wang Jianglong, Yan Kuangtu, Baiyue Zhenren, and other divine masters also came to Wangquan Mountain.

boom!

As the last thunderbolt fell, the thundercloud that lasted for three months and almost killed all the mosquitoes, birds and beasts in a radius of dozens of miles finally dissipated.

The long-lost light flowed down, and An Qisheng, who was holding a gossip furnace that almost turned into a substance, shrouded it.

"The sword of kingship, finally accomplished"

An Qisheng's heart filled with joy.

It took him only three years to come to this world and become the number one in the world, but for this sword of kingship, he has spent more than fifty years, and it has been more than a hundred years, including the dream itself!

It was unimaginable how much effort was spent.

"call!"

He exhaled slowly, his eyes drooping.

The back mountain is very calm, and the needle drop can be heard.

But it wasn't nobody. On the contrary, the entire back mountain was already full of people standing three feet away from An Qisheng.

Among them, Han Changgong has a desolate expression, Yun Haitian has a complicated expression, Huang Fu's eyes show reluctance, Bai Yuezhen has admiration, Yan Kuangzu has pity, Jiang Tingting has tears, Tieshan looks disappointed, Bai Xianer is about to cry , Sun En is worried

And the only alternative Fan Zimin among them.

While everyone was waiting, Fan Zimin sat cross-legged with a palm in front of him, tapped ink with the tip of his tongue, and kept writing and drawing on the paper, not knowing what he was recording.

The dull eyes swept over everyone, including his friends, his disciples, and many disciples.

Many, even seeing themselves for the first time.

But he is very familiar with everyone.

"Brother Dao!"

Yun Haitian took a step forward and slightly cupped his hands.

"Brother Yun, you don't need to say more."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly, and threw the gossip stove in his palm.

Tieshan subconsciously reached out and took the gossip furnace, only to be slightly surprised in the eyes of everyone:

"Daoist, what are you?"

At this time, Houshan gathered almost all the disciples of Wang Quan Dao, including the eight sons of Wang Quan, including his personal disciples Jiang Tingting, Zhang Haohao, Yan Kaiyu, Liu Ming and others.

There seems to be no reason to give it to myself.

"You and I agreed at the earliest, and if you succeed at this time, it will naturally be initiated by you."

An Qisheng got up slowly, his eyes swept over everyone present:

"The sword of kingship is where my will lies. Every hundred years, it will be passed down to someone in the world. Anyone who can acquire the sword of kingship is my disciple, eight sons of kingship!

Among the eight sons, the one with the highest merit and deeds, in my name, will be the king of the future generations! "

His voice was neither high nor low, but it sounded in the hearts and ears of everyone present, and it was extremely infectious, and it seemed to be deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts!

Wang Quanjian, as its eighth, seven sons and one mother, the strong one is the mother who commands the seven swords, and is a new generation of Wangquan Daoist!

All those who heard the meaning of An Qisheng's words were shocked.

This is an afterthought.

Daoist Wangquan is about to open the gate of heaven?

still is

"Follow the orders of the ancestors (Master)!"

In the back mountain, thousands of disciples of the Dao of Wang Quan knelt down and kowtowed heavily:

"From the disciples to the descendants of Wang Quan, who have passed down from generation to generation, they will surely remember the order of the patriarch!"

Tens of thousands of people responded in unison, the sound waves were mighty and seemed to be stronger than thunder, and the air flow that was set off was howling.

When the voice disappeared, everyone looked up.

Between heaven and earth, there seems to be no An Qisheng.

Only a calm voice with a hint of disappointment swayed in the wind: "Masters, there will be expectations in the future, and I hope there will be a day when we meet!"

No one knew how he disappeared, not even the madman as strong as Yan, Sun En, and a few other Taiyin Wuji masters in the crowd.

But at the same time, enlightenment arose in their hearts:

This will be the last time I see An Qisheng~lightnovelpub.net~ Even if there are thousands of kings and Taoists in the future, it will never be him again

"Teacher! Teacher"

Jiang Tingting, Zhang Haohao, Yan Kaiyu, Liu Ming, Bai Xian'er and other disciples grabbed the ground with their heads, tears streaming down their cheeks, their hearts filled with infinite reluctance.

"This is"

Yan Kaiyu raised his head after kowtowing heavily, his palm trembled and suddenly pinched a foreign object.

He squeezed it lightly, and it was white and square. It looked like sheepskin, but it was actually a piece of human skin.

"Master's handwriting? Is this what Master left for me?"

Looking at the handwriting on the paper, Yan Kaiyu trembled in his heart, and slowly opened the human skin scroll, only to see eight characters lined up on it, which contained deep thoughts:

Three thousand years later, Xun Jian Zhengyang!