The sound of sighing was not so high.

Peng Sixteen's heart suddenly twitched, and an indescribable melancholy filled his heart. Tears flowed down immediately, making him almost burst into tears.

At this moment, he felt that the space in the small courtyard seemed to be crying, lamenting, and trembling uncontrollably.

The dead old tree shook its dry leaves. It seemed that the remaining vitality was aroused, and there was a little more green on the trunk.

Can his emotions actually infect the world? !

huh~

The leakage of emotions was just a moment, and An Qisheng restrained himself.

His divine will is stronger than his current physique, and a wisp of emotion can make ordinary people in this small city die from grief.

The law of one realm has the advantage of one realm.

In terms of physique, the Tao of the human world is naturally far from being comparable to the martial arts of the Myriad Yang Realm, but the Way of Divine Will has come to the front of the Myriad Yang Realm.

This was brought about by the surprise of heaven and earth.

Between the north and the south of a country, the language, atmosphere, diet and daily life, many rules are still different, not to mention the gap between the two worlds.

The law and Tao of any world are the exploration of heaven and earth by countless beings, and the summary of the law has its own unique value.

Their Dharma and Tao may be rendered ineffective or bleak due to changes in the environment of heaven and earth, but this does not deny their value.

"Yan, who is Brother Yan?" Peng Sixteen burst into tears and couldn't stop sobbing.

He was filled with hatred and fear.

Do you make me suffer too?

so overbearing...

"He, should be your ancestor..."

An Qisheng restrained his emotional leakage for a moment and said lightly.

After Jiufujie left, it had only been three days since he left, Sun En, Yan Kuangtu, and his amazingly talented junior, Li Taibai.

He dreamed of many people, and he was also paying attention to the information about the three people, but he found nothing.

Until he got that 'Dapeng King Fist' on this Peng Sixteen!

Although this boxing technique has undergone tremendous changes, he still sensed the aura of Yan Kuangzu, the master of the long-floating world.

The Golden-winged Dapeng family once had a supreme, but that supreme was not a madman Yan. Therefore, there was not much information about the madman Yan in Peng Sixteen's memory.

However, since the Dapeng King Boxing can be passed down to this day, it is still one of the unique skills inherited by the Golden Wing Dapeng family.

Or, the Supreme Being of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan has a very close relationship with Yan Kuangtu.

This Peng Sixteen should be the most direct line of Yan Kuangtu.

Unfortunately, it seems that this branch has declined to a certain extent, otherwise, the only bloodline direct line will be ranked 16th in this generation of Golden-winged Dapeng clan.

"Ancestor, Ancestor?"

Rao knew that this Yuanyang Taoist was far stronger than himself, and Peng Shili still had blue veins bursting out of his forehead, and he was about to curse.

It was at the last moment that I remembered the pain of being beaten by the long whip, and I forcibly endured it.

But Rao was like this, he hated in his heart, and his face was extremely blue.

"Yes......"

An Qisheng squeezed the wine glass with a sad expression: "If it weren't for your ancestor, you would be dead by now."

What happened to the Golden-winged Dapeng family back then was no longer important.

But today's golden-winged Dapeng clan, from the appearance of this Peng Sixteen, it can be seen how fierce it is when it opens its mouth and devours all living beings within a few hundred miles.

Such a big monster, with his usual way of doing things, naturally won't stay.

This has nothing to do with survival of the fittest and natural selection.

The wolf eats the sheep for food, and the sheep eats grass for survival, but Peng Sixteen opens his mouth at will and devours living beings for no reason, but it is only because of his ferocious nature.

And, not the first time.

"You, you won't kill me?"

Hearing An Qisheng's words, Peng Sixteen was not angry but happy. He couldn't understand the meaning of this Yuanyang Taoist's actions.

But it seems that the Yuanyang Taoist doesn't want to kill him anymore?

Otherwise, with his methods, if you want to kill yourself, you don't need to spend such a lot of trouble.

"Brother Yan is arrogant, but he doesn't like the wanton slaughter of a generation like you. Although you are the only bloodline of Brother Yan, you are also..."

An Qisheng squeezed the wine glass in one hand and spilled the wine on the ground.

Like to respect, like to inform.

As the voice drifted, his hand had already been raised slightly, and then he had fallen heavily, and patted Peng Sixteen, who had a horrified expression on his face:

"Damn!"

"You really dare to kill me?!"

With the palm of his hand, Peng Sixteen felt a blackness before his eyes, and an indescribable terrifying burst out in his heart.

He never dreamed that An Qisheng would release himself, say quirky words, put food and drink, and he was going to kill himself!

Why so much trouble?

Unwilling!

Unwilling!

Under the huge terror, Peng Sixteen couldn't help but let out a low roar:

"You sealed my cultivation, imprisoned my flesh and blood, bound my Dapeng real body, and killed me like this, I am not convinced!!!"

Peng Sixteen felt a huge terror gripping his heart like a real palm, his eyes were bloodshot, and the blood of the sealed town was boiling, and he wanted to break out of the confinement.

boom!

But in the next instant, that white palm slapped what he said into the air, and Ji Zhang's five fingers were clasped on Peng Sixteen's head:

"If you don't agree, it's up to you."

If you reason with people who are reasonable, you will have no reason to reason with people who are not.

Dapeng swallowed thousands of lives with his mouth open, and where did he ask those people for their opinions?

Kacha~

The moment the five fingers slapped down, Peng Sixteen's eyes were already pitch black, and he could no longer see anything.

The endless darkness came faster than pain, and instantly drowned his unwillingness, anger, and rage.

'No! ’

At the last moment, Peng Sixteen had only endless unwillingness and regret in his heart.

Why do you want to come to Dongzhou, if you don't come to Dongzhou, no one dares to kill yourself even if your situation is difficult...

hum~

The next moment, there was a long beeping sound in the empty yard.

A palm slapped down, shattering Peng Sixteen's soul, his body trembled wildly, trying to show its original shape.

But he was tightly bound by An Qisheng's palm, trembling but unable to break free.

scoff~

Then, with a slight sound like a water bag being pierced and someone's throat being cut, Peng Sixteen's body shattered under An Qisheng's palm!

Peng 160,000 cultivation base, his real body spreads thousands of miles, without any magical powers, just showing his real body, he can crush hundreds of thousands of souls in this Tianjiao Ninth City.

Even if a wave of its blood is released, it will be enough to completely submerge the city!

However, such a huge physique, spraying blood like the Yangtze River, was tightly bound between An Qisheng's five fingers.

Subtle places that are invisible to the naked eye, and changes that are so violent and unimaginable are happening spontaneously.

He was refining the essence of the Peng Sixteen's bloodline, that is, the blood inheritance belonging to Yan Kuangzu.

buzz~

Between the light tremors, the violently vibrating blood circled around An Qisheng's five fingers.

And even if An Qisheng has sealed this small courtyard with 'Dongtian', this small courtyard is still buzzing and vibrating constantly, and it seems that it may shatter and disintegrate along with the space at any time!

This scene also made Xuanji, Feng Changming, Zheng Longqiu and others, who could see clearly through Dongtian, turn pale.

"He, what does he want to do?"

Xuanji's face was a little pale, thinking of the many evil supernatural powers that were strangled by several holy places in the legend.

"Qi species..."

An Qisheng's eyes opened and closed, flickering with incomprehensible light.

His qi seed is guided by the biological magnetic field of the human body, combined with the essence of the body, the spirit of the soul, and imprinted with the wisdom of his own self.

In a sense, it is already the 'interweaving of Tao and Dharma' rather than a simple magnetic field.

Qi Seeds is the way he cultivates.

Even if he came to this realm and wanted to cultivate the martial arts of this realm to condense his physique, his fundamental path did not deviate in the slightest.

Therefore, his method has the characteristics of the mysterious star, the long floating world, the human world, and the ten thousand sun world, but there are unique things in it.

When he was in the human world, he was already able to strengthen his physical body, regenerate a severed limb, regenerate from a drop of blood, interfere with changes in the sky, and penetrate the essence of objects.

Going a step further, you can master a certain degree of material reorganization and decomposition.

The composition of flesh and blood, the relationship between spirit and spirit, and even the operation of cells that are so subtle to the extreme, are extremely clear.

It seemed to Xuanji and others that An Qisheng was absorbing the blood and soul of the golden-winged Dapeng to practice 'magic art'.

In fact, he did far more than they saw.

wow~

In the cave, the blood moved by An Qisheng rolled down like a Tianhe River, dyeing the mountains, rivers, land, Lingquan, rivers, saving mountains, and even the thousands of miles of spiritual fields below it.

The blood volume of a ten thousand law-level golden-winged Dapeng is so abundant that Feng Changming, Zheng Longqiu and the others have slightly changed their color. The volume of blood is the manifestation of body.

This golden-winged Dapeng is probably stronger than they imagined.

But now, no matter how strong it is, it is useless. Such a Tianjiao-level golden-winged Dapeng was killed so tragically.

How can we prevent them from dying in the same situation?

"He really dared to kill us."

More people trembled.

The Golden Winged Dapeng is one of the two royal families of the demon clan. Its power is more terrifying than the three holy places of Dongzhou. He even dares to kill the Golden Winged Dapeng, I am afraid that he really dares to kill them!

Suddenly, everyone understood why the man let himself and others see this scene.

Kill the chicken to warn the monkey!

The most inferior means, but they have to admit that it is too effective...

"No, that's not right!"

At this time, Feng Changming's body suddenly trembled: "This, he is not practicing magic, he is, he is..."

Not only Feng Changming, but many prisoners including Xuanji, all changed their expressions at this time, and their hearts were suddenly filled with inconceivable.

Through the cave, they could see that under An Qisheng's palm, the mass of blood was constantly spinning at a high speed, and what was stripped out was moved to the cave to nourish the cave.

And as time passed, the blood flowing between his five fingers had a pale golden color, a vast domineering aura that could be felt even through the cave, blowing towards the face!

"That drop of blood, could it be the blood of the king of the Golden Wing Dapeng clan?!"

Xuanji and the others were all shocked, they looked at each other, and they all saw the horror in Faye's eyes.

No matter the sect, big or small, whether it is a loose cultivator or not, no matter whether it is true or evil, human, or demon, all practitioners will set foot on the polished bloodline.

The road to the metamorphosis of the gods.

However, the road to rebirth into a divine body is quite different from the natural one that is a divine body.

A natural divine body, if one cultivates the same sect's cultivation technique and condenses the divine body again, its advantages are absolutely not to mention, and its combat power is stronger than that of the same rank!

"He drew the king's blood of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan? How is this possible! How can there be such an evil art?"

Feng Changming, Zheng Longqiu and others were all shocked and suffocated by this scene.

From ancient times to the present, not to mention other states, the land of Dongzhou certainly has magical powers that devour other people's souls and blood, and there are still a lot of them.

But they have never heard of who can extract the blood of God!

How can such a practice not make their hearts feel hairy and shock and fear?

"Magic! Unparalleled magic!"

Xuanji didn't know what to think of, but there was an unprecedented sense of fear in her heart.

With such a method of stealing the divine blood of others, even if this person is a mortal body, I am afraid that he can cultivate into the strongest divine body of all time!

If such exercises spread out~lightnovelpub.net~ all divine bodies, I am afraid they will become prey!

hum~

Almost at the same time, Sanxin Lan Lingtong cut off Dongtian's perception of the outside world.

It naturally saw what was happening outside, and it was also a little surprised by the means used by An Qisheng, the bloodline was not just blood.

There are too many things in it, and it involves not only life, but also some more complicated things, such as time!

Such a means, Russell can't do it at all!

huh~

In the courtyard, An Qisheng flipped his fingers up, and the pale golden blood drop that was crystal clear like a work of art landed in his palm.

The blood of the golden-winged Dapeng who spread his wings for thousands of miles, in the end, it was just a drop of pale golden blood.

"Brother Yan, you still lost to Pang Wanyang..."

Feeling the breath in that drop of blood, An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

Peng Sixteen was already the last pure blood of Yan Kuangtu, and there was only such a drop of blood.

In contrast, Pang Wanyang's imperial court still stands in Yuntian, Zhongzhou.

The gap between the two seems to be getting bigger and bigger with the ‘Ascension to Heaven’...

Ka Ka Ka ~

Under An Qisheng's gaze, the drop of pale golden blood that was as heavy as a mountain in his palm changed again.

A wisp of light golden mist came slowly, lingering between his five fingers, and after a while, the mist dissipated, and that drop of blood turned into a pale golden egg!

However, this egg is not as big as the legendary golden-winged Dapeng egg, its size is about equal to a quail egg, not even an egg.

After the light on it gradually dimmed, there was really nothing magical about it, like a dead egg.

Looking at this pale golden egg, An Qisheng said to himself:

"Brother Yan, are you really dead..."