God?

Su Jie looked confused, where in this world did God come from?

"What will it be"

Potter's eyes flickered.

He still has a fresh memory of the collision that night. That kind of power has surpassed all practitioners in ancient and modern times, and has exceeded the category of 'human'.

Like a **** and Buddha walking on the ground, even in the face of the most powerful hot weapon in the world, he can still retreat completely.

What can kill him?

At his speed, even if a nuclear bomb exploded, it wouldn't kill him unless it hit him right on the head.

"Cough cough!"

Potter coughed twice, and an abnormal blood color appeared on his face.

Immediately, he inadvertently pointed at Su Jie, turned around and walked into the house, made a phone call, and wanted to send someone to investigate.

"Moron City, Potter"

On the top of a barren mountain, An Qisheng sat cross-legged. When the two of them thought about it, their minds were also slightly touched, and ripples appeared in the depths of their eyes, as if they saw them.

When you think about it, there will be an echo.

In the same world, anyone who thinks of him will be aware of it in his heart, unless that person's spiritual practice exceeds his.

In the dream, he was over a period of six years. Of course, his physique could not be comparable to the peak at this time, and there was no one in the world that could compare with him.

Even if it is to see the great master of God, the same is true.

A gentle breeze blows with the smell of soil and vegetation after the rain.

An Qisheng slowly stretched out his palm, and under the dim light of the early morning, there seemed to be a glimmer of light.

"Tongzhengyang"

He murmured to himself slightly, and in the light of his eyes, the palm of his hand gradually pulled in, expanded, and expanded until it filled his entire perspective.

In a trance, in the light of his eyes, the palm of his hand seemed to have turned into a huge white jade square without boundaries.

Then, look up.

A mountain peak stands, and the pavilions and buildings on it are complete.

I'm dead

I'm not reconciled!

I'm not reconciled!

In a trance, the darkness seemed to slowly fade before his eyes.

Tong Zhengyang's thoughts appeared in a daze, as if he saw a long-lost light.

Entering the eyes, it is the sky of the blue sky, and the great sun with three wheels of endless light.

Long floating world?

I, I'm back? !

Am I dead again?

Tong Zhengyang was overjoyed, turned over and sat up, looking around.

Seeing this, he was stunned.

In front of the white jade-like square is a tall mountain gate with a black and white Taiji diagram drawn on it.

This is, King Power Road Mountain Gate!

"Royal Road"

A deep chill rose from my heart.

He staggered to his feet, looked around, and at the foot of the mountain, Wen Xintang, and Jiejian Stone were all there. Behind the mountain gate, there was also the Taiji Dojo. However, there was no one there.

Empty, like a ghost town.

"It's not right, it's not right"

Tong Zhengyang's heart became colder.

It is impossible for Wangquan Dao to be without people, and no one can make Wangquan Dao without people.

Three thousand three hundred years of standing, Wang Quan Dao has also suffered an impact. At that time, it was the time when the old and new Wang Quan eight sons changed and Wang Quan Jian disappeared.

More than a dozen gods came together, first leading away the contemporary seven sons of Wangquan and Daoist Wangquan, as well as the two long-lived beasts of Wangquan Dao.

Then someone went up the mountain, trying to forcibly steal the inheritance left by An Qisheng, the first Taoist priest of royal power.

Unexpectedly, the disciples of Wang Quandao were not in a hurry.

Go directly to the back mountain,

dig graves.

In an instant, the previous generation, the previous generation, the seven sons of Wangquan of the previous generation, and the Taoists of Wangquan appeared all at once, frightening the invaders on the spot.

At that time, people all over the world knew that the great master of the divine veins of Wang Quandao, Shouyuan, far surpassed the great masters of divine veins in the rivers and lakes.

Because among them, there is a Taoist king with authority who has lived for four hundred years!

"Illusion? Spiritual martial arts? Or the world after death, what's going on, what's going on"

Tong Zhengyang muttered to himself, a thought kept popping up in his mind, and he kept throwing it away.

Couldn't detect anything wrong.

He walked slowly, walked through the empty mountain gate, walked through the Taiji Dojo, the empty Wangquan Dao mountain gate, in his eyes, every brick and stone, every grass and every tree was the same.

Even the thatched hut that he had cleaned for decades was no different.

Walking through the long steps, he came to the Wangquan Road Hall.

Simple and solemn, the hall containing the breath of endless years is as tall as a mountain in his heart.

Once, he has seen this hall more than once.

"Royal Road"

Tong Zhengyang gritted his teeth and walked into the hall.

In the center of the hall where the light and shadow are intertwined, is a picture scroll of the same height.

"you!"

With his eyes down, Tong Zhengyang's heart trembled violently, 'Deng Deng Deng' took three steps back, his face twisted, as if he had seen a ghost.

I saw that An Qisheng was sitting cross-legged on the futon.

His breath and expression are like the one hanging in the center of the hall, the supreme master An Qisheng!

An Qisheng? !

An astonishing thought exploded in his mind: 'He, is he a Taoist king? ! The first generation of monarchs? ! ’

"No! This is impossible! This, this is impossible!"

Tong Zhengyang's figure is indeterminate, like a candle blown by the strong wind, almost going out.

The mood swings were so violent that he almost lost his mind.

"Why not?"

An Qisheng looked calm and spoke lightly.

His voice seemed to contain divine power, instantly calming the body of Tongzheng Yangming's indeterminate extinction.

Naturally, he did not have the will to kill Tong Zhengyang directly.

In this way, it is too wasteful for this great luck person who is expected to be heaven and man.

More importantly, Tong Zhengyang is involved in one of his big plans.

"you you"

The figure is no longer flickering, but Tong Zhengyang's face is still distorted.

Looking at An Qisheng, who had the same breath and expression as the portrait, he smiled miserably, as if he understood something: "So it is, so it is"

At this moment, he finally understood.

Why did Wang Quandao kill him several times without killing him, why did Wang Quanjian cut off his arm at a critical moment, and why did he suddenly recognize his master.

So, everything makes sense.

An Qisheng in this place of absolute spirituality is actually the first generation of Daoist kings, the most famous supreme master in the long-floating world!

And here is his spiritual realm.

myself, dead

"No, it shouldn't, it shouldn't"

Tong Zhengyang was in a trance, unable to describe his mood.

If he hadn't seen An Qisheng before, if he had seen the first generation of Daoist Wang Quan, he would kneel or kneel, but knowing him first would make him unacceptable.

What frightened him even more was that he might just be one of his pawns.

He shuddered at the thought that he might have counted up to this day more than 3,000 years ago.

"Killing your master and killing your brother and sister-in-law, you should have died long ago"

An Qisheng looked flat.

He is not a god, not an immortal, and he cannot predict whether he will cause unnecessary misunderstandings to the younger disciples if he leaves too specific information.

But he also made an exception for the disciples of Wang Quan Dao, allowing Tong Zhengyang to live for decades.

"No, Patriarch, Patriarch"

Feeling the chill in An Qisheng's flat tone, Tong Zhengyang's mind swayed, and his figure fluctuated violently.

Seeing An Qisheng's indifferent look, it actually exploded with a 'boom'.

It was actually a frightened soul flying away!

boom!

The streamer is scattered, and the light is like rain.

Before the divine veins were completed, the Yin soul was already unstable, Tong Zhengyang died physically, and suffered such a great shock, his soul was scattered.

"With such a heart, is it worthy to talk about heaven and man?"

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

He raised his hand and grabbed lightly in the void.

hum~

The void shook slightly, and the countless scattered light spots were caught in his hands and flowed like sand between his fingers.

Yin soul, not everyone is qualified to condense.

In the long-floating world, only the masters of the qi veins who are infinitely close to the divine veins can condense it, and in Xuanxing, it is even rarer.

The value is huge.

"A world without magic, a land of absolute spirit"

An Qisheng's eyes flickered.

It is difficult to practice in the world without demons, and many sages from ancient and modern have fallen sadly. He is not arrogant, but he is not arrogant.

He is very aware of the difficulty, and no amount of thought can be overstated.

Even if there is a plan of Jiazi who has been in the floating world for a long time, this road is bound to be bumpy and bumpy.

But he never believed that a vast universe of 96 billion light-years would not be able to accommodate a road to longevity!

What if there is no spirit?

In this utterly spiritual land, he also has to make his way!

Heaven and earth have no way, so what?

I'll do it myself!

Sixty years have swept the world, and the way of kingship has run through three thousand years. He has changed the world with his own power. How big is the harvest?

What An Qisheng has achieved is not only martial arts, but also a good heart.

buzz~

The dots of light slowly turned between his fingers, and slowly took shape.

It turned into a brand that was shaped like a token and specious.

This is the invitation letter,

Invite people, enter the invitation letter of his 'Blessed Land' and 'Dongtian'.

With the power of all the people, he raised Dongtian together and jointly supported his spiritual world.

This is his first step on the road to no magic.

The border between Daxuan and Neil Kingdom.

Above the plateau, off-road vehicles walked on the road.

On the co-pilot of the off-road vehicle in front of him, a young and beautiful girl sitting put down her telescope and pointed into the distance: "Chu Fan, look, look, it's coming, it's coming, the world's highest peak!"

Her name is Qi Geyun, and she is traveling with her boyfriend and some mountaineering enthusiasts~lightnovelpub.net~ here to challenge the world's highest peak.

For this trip, she has spent a small million, and has been preparing for a year or two.

Chu Fan, the flat-headed young man who was driving, glanced at the mountains in the distance.

Amidst the clouds and mists, the majestic mountain range is like a giant dragon lying on the ground, separating things from things and defining countries. It is a natural borderline.

It is majestic and majestic, and you can feel the mind-blowing aura even if you are far away.

"Wangshan is a dead horse, there is still a long way to go. It's good to be able to reach the camp today. If you really want to climb a mountain, it will take a long time."

Chu Fan glanced at it without squint, and couldn't be distracted while driving.

Qi Geyun gave him a playful glance, then picked up the binoculars and looked around. Suddenly, she let out a scream:

"The mountain, the mountain, the mountain,

Disappeared! ! ! "