Casting his eyes to the ground, An Qisheng's heart sank.

After several months of combing, especially when he personally felt the inspiration, he gained a lot.

The aura of the Emperor Heaven Realm is different from that of the Wanyang Realm. It seems to be Qi, but it is actually God.

Ingenuity contains God, contains Tao.

A ray of spirituality contains not only the gods and Taos from which the spirituality originated, but also all the gods and Taos who have practiced such spirituality throughout the ages.

The reason why just a wisp of inspiration can infect the divine will of the human world is not because of how strong the inspiration of Emperor Heaven Realm is and how high the level of the world is.

It is the God and Dao contained in that wisp of spirituality that far surpasses the Dao of the human world.

Therefore, under the flow of inspiration, the original practice of the human Tao, the original Tao, was completely covered and replaced.

Assimilated, merged.

Therefore, the fundamental reason for the power of all Dharma preaching in this world is not compassion, but practice.

Gathering to practice!

Once you understand this, all the teachings and disputes in this world will become clear.

An Qisheng pondered in his heart, but did not speak directly to Sanxin Lan Lingtong.

With a thought, it was already submerged in the earth's crust.

huh~

Beneath the dark crust, a breeze seemed to lift up dust, and it drifted into a shockingly huge abyss.

The abyss is thousands of miles deep and endless, and the pagoda that should have existed here has disappeared without a trace.

Disappeared together, as well as the big demon arm suppressed under the pagoda.

Not even a trace of breath was left.

"Ok?"

The inspiration gathered and turned into a figure, only glanced at the underground palace, An Qisheng frowned suddenly: "It disappeared so clean..."

Although he had expected it, An Qisheng still frowned when he saw this scene.

The ground was empty, he had expected it, but he didn't expect it to disappear so cleanly, as if not even a trace of breath was left.

huh~

As his thoughts turned, An Qisheng turned into a stream of light and sank into the abyss.

Not surprisingly, it was empty and nothing.

"No trace left?" Sanxin Lan Lingtong, who was still thinking about what An Qisheng said before, was also surprised at this time.

The pagoda is inserted into the ground, and it is hundreds of thousands of miles deep. Even if it disappears, it should not be silent.

"The pagoda was already killing off the demon's aura. After tens of thousands of years, maybe this is about to be done..."

Looking around the empty ground, An Qisheng's expression remained unchanged, but he thought in his heart: "It's just that it should disappear suddenly, but it shouldn't..."

The pagoda seems to be left by a great supernatural power, and its owner is most likely not dead. Therefore, An Qisheng did not touch the pagoda to spy on the traces of the big demon.

But he knows very well that it has not been refined for tens of thousands of years, and it will never be so coincidental that he left during these years.

"If I knew it earlier, I would have come down earlier."

It is a pity that the three-hearted blue soul boy, an old demon that has lived for tens of thousands of years, is of great value to it.

"It's useless to come early."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

In the past few months, although he was sorting out the cultivation system and deducing the changes in magical powers, he was not so busy that he didn't even have time to go underground.

The only reason why he didn't come is because he couldn't come.

"Sure enough, there is something left."

After sizing up slightly, An Qisheng suddenly stretched out his hand, and the palm transformed by the spirit suddenly protruded into the void.

It was retracted and opened again, and there was a curly black hair on it.

"Huh? Is this what the big demon left behind?"

As soon as Sanxin Lan Lingtong's heart moved, he heard the sound of 'collapse'.

The curved hair was taut like a bowstring, and then stood up from An Qisheng's palm, with a gleaming light shining on it.

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Then, he uttered:

"You are not an ordinary monk if you can find the things left by this seat."

Looking at the hair, An Qisheng didn't seem too surprised: "It seems that your Excellency has something to tell me."

Mao stood still, as if he was looking at An Qisheng. After a long time, he said, "You are very interesting, much calmer than I thought."

Hair paced back and forth in the void like a human being, and then 'looked' at An Qisheng: "The Tao is sentient but ruthless, you are not human, but you are very similar to those true Taoists I have seen in the past... ."

"What do you want to say?"

An Qisheng was noncommittal, he was not interested in other people's evaluation of him.

"You have a big secret on your body, but this seat is too lazy to pursue so much. This seat is leaving behind to make a deal with you."

Hair like a man sighed:

"My name is Yuanmou, and I am still before that Peacock and Kong Lao Er, but unfortunately, judging from your attitude, you can't recognize this seat.

As expected of a saint's method, how I wait for the ants to struggle seems to be meaningless except to express my own ridiculousness..."

Yuanmou sighed in his heart.

Tens of thousands of years ago, he also ran rampant in the world, proudly laughing at the world as the king, arrogantly unparalleled in the world.

pity......

"I seem to have heard the name of your Excellency. However, I am more concerned about your transaction."

An Qisheng's eyes flashed before he replied, "I rarely do business with people."

Yuanmou people, there was a record of this demon in the ancient scroll of Zeng San.

However, there is only one sentence: "There is a monster rising from the north, and the name is changed for a while, and then the dragon **** of the day is divided into nine and nine, and it is hard to find a trace."

However, people or demons who can leave a sentence in the annals of Confucianism will not be idle.

"Although I don't know who you are, since you are pursuing the secrets that were covered up in the past, some things will come across sooner or later... The transaction is done or not, it is up to you."

Mao's tone was faint, as if he was not used to talking to people like this, and his voice became cold and hard:

"In that battle, many evil gods have fallen. If you want to come, it's time to return..."

There was deep hatred in Yuanmou's voice.

An Qisheng was not surprised, he just nodded and motioned for him to continue.

On the ancient scroll of Zeng San, there is a lot of text introducing the sins and evil deeds of the gods, which may contain the subjective assumptions of the compilers, but it can also be seen that people at that time had a deep hatred for the gods and demons. .

On the contrary, in today's Da Zhou, there are many people who worship the gods.

Just as it was clear that the human race and the demon race fought together against the gods and demons, now, the former two have become enemies of life and death, and they hate each other deeply.

"You seem to have some Taoism. Even if this monarch spreads your 'Seven Killing Mantras', you may not be able to learn it. However, if you do this for me, this monarch will tell you the secret of my immortality!"

At this point, it seems that An Qisheng is still unmoved, and his words have changed again, with temptation:

"Longevity, immortality! This is the ultimate mystery of cultivation, why don't you want to know? This..."

"Longevity and immortality? It's just that those who eat qi will live forever, and those who don't eat will live without death."

An Qisheng interrupted him and said lightly:

"Nonsense, no need to say too much."

Those who eat qi will live a long life, and those who do not eat will live without death.

In one sentence, it almost revealed the true meaning of cultivation in the Emperor Heaven Realm, which was also the biggest gain for An Qisheng to come to this realm.

The ingenuity runs through all things, accesses everything, is the foundation of heaven and earth, and is the source of all things.

It is the vine of immortality, the seed of immortality.

Ordinary realms 'raise qi, receive urinals, birth destiny, warm and nourish, and enter the Tao', the extraordinary 'Jindan Jiuzhuan' and even the three sacrifices to the primordial spirit 'heaven, earth, and people'.

In essence, it is all about 'getting a brain for longevity'.

And going one step further, the fourth step of cultivation above the primordial spirit is 'Healing the Spiritual Accumulation just now will not die'!

"Huh?! You know?!"

The voice was shocked, and the hair suddenly became stiff. It seemed that I didn't expect to get such a response, and suddenly there was a deep suspicion in the astonishment:

"Which old monster's descendant are you? Or, which old thing was reborn?"

Yuan Mou's heart was shaken, which had to make him suspect.

Since ancient times, there have been many immortals, few undead, stronger than the two clans of gods and demons, there may be many who can penetrate the secrets of immortality, but few know the secrets of immortality.

It was during the tens of thousands of years in this seal that he gradually understood the words of the 'first saint'.

Who is this person?

Could it be that some old monster has lived to this day?

Otherwise, how would you know the preaching of the "first saint"? !

"If you don't tell me, I'll leave."

An Qisheng glanced at the hair that looked like a mess in the wind, and spoke lightly.

He talks to people, never likes to follow other people's ideas, and is not used to being controlled by others.

"...Forget it! Although I don't know who you are, as long as you are not a god, you will meet them sooner or later."

It seemed to be startled, and seemed to be pondering. After a long time, Yuanmou's slightly solemn voice sounded again: "Since you understand the secrets of longevity and immortality, you should also know that some things will eventually come back again..."

An Qisheng nodded and said nothing.

Cultivation is for longevity, but also for immortality.

The deeper the practice and the higher the cultivation level, the less likely it is to die. In other words, their death is not the same as the death that ordinary people perceive.

This is the case in the Jiufu Realm, in the Human Realm, in the Wanyang Realm, and in the Emperor Heaven Realm.

The Emperor Heaven Realm, which has an endless and long history, has already walked very deep, very deep, on the road of 'immortality'.

Even, it may not be impossible to touch the 'immortality' in the memory of the three-hearted blue soul boy.

In Yuanmou's light words ~lightnovelpub.net~ An Qisheng faintly smelled the wind and rain coming.

That battle, perhaps, wasn't really over yet.

"I may not be able to get rid of the 'Udumpada'.... The strength is not as good as others, what can I do? What can I do?"

At the end of the story, Yuanmou sighed deeply. He was unwilling and tired. After tens of thousands of years of suppression, he never stopped fighting for a moment.

"But I'm not reconciled! That battle shouldn't have been like this!"

Suddenly, Yuanmou's voice became high-pitched, the void was burning violently like a real flame, and the huge crust was heated up.

As the voice echoed, a pair of scarlet pupils appeared on the hair, and there were madness and violence in them.

At the same time as the sound was clear, the earth's crust roared, and large pieces of earth and rocks fell rustling, and the huge underground space began to collapse and shatter.

"For me, catch that traitor for me! I want him, he will never be recovered, and he will never survive!"