An Qisheng's eyes lit up.

With a slight sense, you can sense the indistinct connection between the statue in front of him and that in the dark.

He has no way of verifying how far the Jue Ling universe where Xuan Xing is from and the Jiufu Realm where Wang Quan Dao is located.

But even if Jiufujie's cosmos, Jue Ling Cosmos, is next to each other, the distance between the two must be far more than 100 billion light-years.

What's more, the two worlds may not really be that close.

It is not enough for An Qisheng and Wang Quandao to want to cross the universe physically, unless he can completely grasp the mystery of universe replacement.

But he can't cross the two worlds physically, but he can do other things.

For example, in a dream.

Connect the two worlds with idols, and let all beings from the two worlds come to my dream!

I once dreamed of all beings looking for the way forward, but now, I can let all beings come to my dream and guide them on the way forward.

It can also be called a dream of a thousand dreams!

wow~

Daoyitu appeared like water ripples, and a line of words flowed out between the divine light:

[Tao Yi Divine Ability: Dreaming Daqian (Daqian entering the dream) has been mastered, equal rank, three-star]

"Does Daqian fall into a dream..."

An Qisheng felt ripples in his heart, but he wasn't too surprised.

bang~

As soon as he stepped on it, the invisible wave trembled into the ground, and the tall 'Statue of King Power' had already lifted off the ground and was held up by his one hand.

Go to the Taoist Temple.

Then, in the slightly dim room, he sat on the futon and slowly closed his eyes.

hum~

As his thoughts turned, the 'infinite cave, the blessed land of reincarnation' in the depths of his soul suddenly shone brightly, illuminating the many steps descending in all directions.

Faintly, there are many spiritual imprints of different light and shadow flying around like birds in the infinite cave.

These spiritual imprints are all from An Qi, who was born in Xuanxing and has dreamed of floating in the realm for a long time, from experts and scholars who are not familiar with martial arts, to the seven sons of Wangquan in the past dynasties of Wangquan Dao, and the people of Wangquan Daoist.

These many spiritual imprints melted in the steep divine light, melted like snow water, and then, under an invisible wave, turned into unknowable fine lines and disappeared into nothingness.

Connect to the underworld.

Xuanxing is different from Jiufujie and human world. Except for a few places, the vast majority of people have never experienced war or life-and-death crisis in their lives.

Moreover, most people are busy every day, and even work overtime until late at night. Under such a state, if they want to devote their energy to practicing martial arts, or doing other things, they are really overwhelmed and insufficient.

Of course, more importantly, An Qisheng didn't really want to break Xuanxing's peaceful order.

Armed with sharp weapons, he has the desire to kill, and along with martial arts comes the evil of human nature. He has gone through a long floating world, the human world, twice combing the world, and cleaning the world. He has gained a lot, but he does not want to let Xuan Xing also go through it.

It does not mean that the whole people can practice martial arts, and the whole people can practice it. Dao should never be passed on lightly, and this is by no means self-respecting.

Therefore, An Qisheng's first group of preachers naturally wanted to "know the bottom line".

......

"How's Mr. Lu?"

In Modu, before the intensive care unit of a hospital, a group of people were anxiously waiting outside. The surrounded nurses turned pale. One of these people was a famous person in Modu, and many of them she had only seen on TV. .

"Lu, Lu Lao hasn't woken up yet..."

The little nurse's face was a little nervous, and she stammered when she spoke.

The one in the intensive care unit is the real leader in the biological field of Demon Capital. His disciples are now elites from all walks of life. Once he really can't wake up, it will be an earthquake-like event in the biological field.

"I just said that this hospital is not good. If you want me to tell you, go to Xuanjing, Lao Liu, isn't your son the director of a military hospital? Let him call experts for consultation!"

Hearing what the nurse said, an old man with a national character in the crowd said in a deep voice.

"No, Mr. Lu can't stand the bumps at this time. If his condition worsens, it will be terrible!"

The person called Lao Liu shook his head again and again: "I have asked Zhiyan to call experts to come to the magic capital, what equipment is needed, Xuan Xing has some, I will bring them together, Lu Lao can't move!"

A group of people said, their voices a little louder.

The little nurse was nervous, but she still reminded: "Elder Lu needs to rest, you guys, you can't be so loud..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

More than a dozen big players from all walks of life all shut up, more obedient than the children who were reprimanded by their teachers when they were in school.

Only the old man with the face of the Chinese character got up and walked outside the door: "Can I go to see Mr. Lu now? I'm his junior brother..."

The little nurse hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't resist the old man's eyes: "Okay, you can only go in one."

The old man with the national character face nodded.

Enter the ward.

The strong smell of disinfectant, the snow-white hospital bed, an old man with gray hair lay quietly on the bed, the lines on the ECG monitor beside him also undulating like waves.

Several doctors stood by, doing various examinations.

"Brother Lu..."

Looking at Lu Shiping on the hospital bed, the old man's eyes were a little blurry.

Although I know that life is coming to an end and that birth, old age, sickness and death are inevitable, I can't help but feel sad.

"what?"

At this time, a doctor stood up and looked at the instrument with some uncertainty. The undulating lines before had stabilized.

"What's wrong?"

The old man with the national character face was a little nervous.

"No, it's fine, you don't have to worry, Mr. Lu..."

Under the mask, the doctor's eyes were a little suspicious: "It seems to be asleep..."

"Fell asleep?"

Looking at Lu Shiping's stretched brows and steady breathing on the hospital bed, the old man was also a little dazed.

Since the end of his cancer, Lu Shiping has never had such a stable and peaceful sleep, no matter how many drugs and equipment are assisted.

Comfortable, serene...  

Like soaking in warm water, like his mother's arms when he was young, Lu Shiping can't remember how long he hasn't felt so relaxed.

It seemed like a long time, or maybe just a moment.

He opened his eyes slowly.

"This is......"

The familiar pain disappeared, and there was no longer a soft mattress under him, but an uneven wooden board.

Something seems wrong.

Lu Shiping had such a thought in his heart, but there was no fluctuation, and he quietly experienced the time without severe pain.

The chest is a little tight, is this bronchitis?

The hands and feet are weak, and the stomach is empty. This is because I have been hungry for a long time, and the muscles in my back are a little sore. This should be the reason for sleeping on a hard board for too long.

It's not a good feeling, but for him who has been suffering from severe illness for many years, it is already a beauty that he has not experienced in a long time.

This body is not your own.

He knew that his heart wouldn't beat so powerfully, his dim old eyes couldn't see so clearly even with glasses on, and his sluggish brain didn't turn so fast.

After a moment of quiet understanding, he slowly straightened up and looked around.

This is Lu Shiping's first impression.

Antique, this is the second one.

Gone.

A table, a stool, and a beam of the room are horribly empty.

"Is this a freshman?"

Lu Shiping staggered to his feet, not panicking, because any situation was better than waiting to die in bed.

huh~

At this time, a gust of wind blew in from the broken door.

In Lu Shiping's somewhat surprised eyes, the dust on the ground was swirling, turning into a line of words that he had never seen before, but clearly understood its meaning:

[Golden arms and iron horses, loyalty in the rivers and lakes, fighting for the hegemony in the martial arts, and hegemony in the battlefield... This is a stage for the strong to traverse, and it is also a **** where the weak cry.

The strong sit on thousands of miles of picturesque rivers and mountains, with silk and silk, brocade clothes and jade food, wives and concubines like clouds, the weak are as thin as firewood, or die by the road, or die on the couch...]

[This is a long-lasting legend, and it is also a myth of a generation that can sing and cry - the author of "Wangquan Biography", Fan Zimin]

[Here, you can witness legends, you can write myths, you can learn art from a teacher, you can act as a chivalrous person, you can learn from the world, you can cross the sea of ​​commerce, you can join the army and build a business, or you can become an official through scientific research...

It can be written with ink and drawn, and the text can be passed down for thousands of years.

【Welcome to Jiufujie】

【Welcome to the Legend of King Power】

[Two years later, it will be the first year of Wangquan...]

"Jiufujie, Wangquan Biography..."

Lu Shiping calmly read all the words, touched his chin and thought, "Which dynasty is this word from?"

......

In the southeast of Xuanzhou, in the suburbs of Xincheng, there is a garden with a huge area and strong architectural colors of Xuanguo.

This garden is located in the land where the land is precious and the decoration is elegant and the scenery is beautiful. It occupies a large area, and there are hundreds of people just outside the door.

The owner of this manor, named Gong, is one of Daxuan's giants who emigrated overseas.

After coming to Xinguo for only a few decades, he has already set foot in catering, real estate, finance, ocean-going trade and other industries, and his wealth is huge.

In the quiet part of the manor, Gong Qingzhu was dressed in clear clothes, sitting quietly facing the moon under the night wind, with a trace of thought on her delicate and beautiful face: "Seeing God..."

In front of her, the most popular video on the Internet is playing.

She had watched this video many times, but she still couldn't guess why the ordinary teenager who had followed Wang Zhixuan to the new city on a mission could grow to such a degree in just over four years.

The Gong family is a three-hundred-year-old martial arts family. His ancestors once co-founded the Central Wushu Museum with Gu Changfeng and Wang's ancestors.

Up to now, although she seems to be declining, her kung fu has not been lost. Her kung fu is not under Wang Zhixuan, but she has also been sitting on the straddle with Dan, and she has touched the strength.

Naturally, we can see the extraordinaryness of An Qisheng in the video.

Moreover, she knew more. For example, in the video, the hideous-looking female zombie, Wang Zhixuan, actually recovered her original appearance and even increased her physical strength by the means of that person.

Vaguely, there is already a bit of a look.

"Second miss."

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and the voice of Gong Sanyang, a powerful figure in the Gong family, came.

"The door is not locked, third uncle come in."

Gong Qingzhu replied softly, over thirty years old, her voice was still as delicate and tactful as a girl's.

Gong Sanyang pushed the door and entered, glanced at the video in front of Gong Qingzhu, then retracted his eyes and reported: "The matter of the Longcheng Group is over."

"Oh?"

Gong Qingzhu's heart moved slightly: "But you didn't take advantage of it?"

"Second miss is not bad, although that Yan Changsha was beaten to death in the Plaza de Mars by An Qisheng, but before he died, he invited Potter, the second leader of the Beggar Society, to come back. That white man is not easy to deal with. We The eight families shot together, and they were all beaten back by him, so they didn't take advantage."

Gong Sanyang smiled bitterly, obviously not only did not take advantage of it, but also suffered a loss.

"Seeing the gods, their physical strength is outstanding, and their brains are not too bad. The Dragon City Group and the Beggar Society are all trillion-level giants. If you want to eat a bite, you have to bear the counterattack..."

The night wind slowly ruffled Gong Qingzhu's long hair, she reached out to turn off the computer, and then gently rolled up a strand of long hair on her temples, her tone was as light as smoke:

"Father is old, and it's time to retire. It's inconvenient for me to come forward. Third uncle, go ahead."

"This......"

Gong Sanyang hesitated slightly, then replied in a low voice, "To what extent?"

"The family doesn't say anything about cutting grass and roots. Sending him to Fusang to accompany his concubine illegitimate son to spend the next life prosperously is..."

Gong Qingzhu's expression was flat, but his tone did not fluctuate: "In addition, tell him that no matter how busy he is, he will go to visit his mother's grave every August 3rd. Otherwise, his concubine, illegitimate child, will die!"

"Yes."

Gong Sanyang has a heart in his heart.

The grievance between Gong Qingzhu and his father has been going on for more than ten years, and the battle between the two has lasted for more than twenty years.

It's just that he has thought about this day many, many times, but he never thought that Gong Qingzhu would be so calm, as if he casually patted a fallen leaf.

Not the 'biological father' who has been fighting with him for 20 years and was almost killed several times.

But he didn't dare to ask any more, so he could only answer, bowing and retreating.

The door was closed, and the room returned to peace.

Gong Qingzhu faced the moon against the wind, and there was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes: "Mother, he is my father after all, but he can't be as you wish..."

The long-cherished wish for many years was fulfilled, but Gong Qingzhu did not have much joy in his heart.

She has worked hard for 20 years, not for power or wealth, but to prove to the man and the entire palace family that women can be amazing too.

huh~

In the night wind, Gong Qingzhu slowly closed her eyes. She slept very little, but for some unknown reason, her drowsiness surged, but she did not resist, but slowly entered her dream with a touch of melancholy that was difficult to detect.

"Ok?!"

In her sleep, Gong Qingzhu seemed to feel something, and suddenly opened her eyes, and what she saw made her pupils shrink.

This is a woman's boudoir, but not hers.

In an antique room, this effect is not achieved, such as bean lights swaying in the room through the lampshade, turning into lines of text in front of Gong Qingzhu.

"Wangquan, Jiufu..."

Gong Qingzhu frowned, if it wasn't for her strong confidence in herself, she almost thought she was hypnotized!

How did you come to this place yourself?

Who is the mastermind behind the scenes?

What is his purpose?

da da da~

She was in shock and doubt when the door was knocked, and a clear call came from outside the door:

"Junior Sister Qing, the fourth shift has passed, and the time for practice prescribed by Junior Sister Wushuang has come..."

practice?

Unparalleled Junior Sister?

Unfamiliar and familiar memories emerged in his mind, and Gong Qingzhu's eyes gradually lit up.

According to memory, the place where he is located is a place called White Lotus Demon Sect, which belongs to a world-class terrorist organization Six Prison Demon Sect, and he is an outer disciple of White Lotus Demon Sect.

And that Wushuang Junior Sister is said to be the direct disciple of the Sect Master of the White Lotus Demon Sect, the only young person in the White Lotus Demon Sect and even the entire Six Prison Demon Sect who can be compared with Feng Qingxuan, the son of the Six Prisons.

"good."

With his thoughts turning, Gong Qingzhu responded calmly.

Pushing the door open, there was a girl in green clothes outside the door. She looked about twenty-six or seven, and she looked beautiful and pleasant, but Gong Qingzhu could feel a ray of crisis.

"Junior Sister Qing, have you heard? It is said that Fengguo Fengzhou has a magic art of seizing the soul. The Red Practice Demon Sect, the Great Sun Demon Sect, and the Purgatory Demon Sect have all sent people there! Junior Sister Wushuang is said to want you to go.. …”

The girl in green said in a low voice.

Gong Qingzhu had a lot of doubts in his heart, so he could only answer casually.

The sense of disobedience in my heart is getting deeper and deeper, what is going on?

Alien games?

Or.......

......

boom!

The Infinite Cave moved every day~lightnovelpub.net~ woke up Yan Changsha who was sitting cross-legged.

"Ok?!"

Yan Changsha frowned, and saw that the steps below him suddenly rose up, and looking around, many steps also shook.

High falls, low rises, and soon, a white jade square with a length and width of tens of thousands of meters has been formed.

And that white door of light that was originally out of reach was right in front of him, and in the next moment, with an unquestionable momentum, he swallowed him in one bite!

Not only Lu Shiping, Gong Qingzhu, Yan Changsha in the infinite cave.

In the Eastern Hemisphere of Xuanxing, under the same sky, Feng Mingtao, Tan Jingshan, Li Qingyuan, Jing Xiaolou, Wang Zhixuan, Jiang Shili, Chu Fan, Yi Feibai, Luo Neng, Li Yan, Wang Anfeng, Gu Changsheng... .

But all the people that An Qisheng has seen or dreamed of, whether they practice martial arts or not, and whether their boxing skills are high or low, are all after An Qisheng closes his eyes.

into his dream!