As soon as the peacock soared into the sky, it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Several big demons looked at each other, knelt on the ground together, and looked apprehensive: "Teacher, this stupid bird, the peacock, didn't ram you on purpose, it's really difficult for the demon clan..."

A few big monsters were trembling, but they still spoke, but their nervous claws clung to the ground.

No one knows the horror of the Taoist in front of them better than them.

In front of the car, the young man looked at Lao Dao with a slight worry on his face: "Teacher, Peacock is just impulsive, you..."

The atmosphere was depressing and solemn, all the disciples were trembling, and they only felt that they could not breathe well.

Only the little boy beside Lao Dao raised his head and looked at his teacher: "Teacher, where is Senior Brother going?"

"The chicks are getting big, and eventually they have to get out of the shelter..."

The old man touched the boy's head and sighed, "Let him go, let him go."

An Qisheng watched quietly and felt that the words and deeds of the old man, and even the relief, worry, and sadness that appeared in his heart, all appeared in his heart.

He couldn't truly span time and space to affect everything in front of him, but he could experience everything that happened to Lao Dao at this time.

Because in a sense, Lao Dao is himself in this space and time.

"Thank you, teacher."

A few big demons breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the words, and only dared to raise their heads after thanking them respectfully.

The young man glanced at a few big demons and felt a little comfort.

In the end, it was the teacher who came out of the same school. Although he didn't seem to deal with it, he never fell into the trap. Otherwise, the teacher would be really angry.

The consequences...

"All the Taos in the world are headed by Taoism, Buddhas, gods and ghosts. The demon clan has lived under the people for a long time. The peacock is arrogant and arrogant, and it is reasonable to be unwilling to take the old road..."

A low and heavy voice came, and the scalper who was pulling the cart said slowly: "Dare to ask the teacher, where is the road ahead for the demon clan?"

Where is the road ahead for the demon clan...

As the scalper opened his mouth, several big demons also looked at Lao Dao with serious expressions and hope in their eyes.

There are all kinds of Taoist traditions in the world, Taoism, Buddhas, Gods, Ghosts, and Demons are considered equally famous in the eyes of many ordinary practitioners, but in fact, the demons are far inferior to the first four.

Not to mention, compared to Taoism, Buddha, and God, even compared to ghosts, it is more than a notch worse.

The most fundamental reason is that the demon race is not holy.

In the Taikoo battle, the demon world came from outside the sky, causing the world to shake, and the war between gods and demons.

But at the end of the war, the demon world was defeated and lost, and the old man of Tianhuang collapsed between heaven and earth, and the name of the demon world was invisible.

In the dignified demon world, it was forcibly beaten by gods and buddhas in the sky as 'the way of beasts'.

Since ancient times and modern times, who can endure any big demon?

The young man's heart was also moved. He was out of the same school. He naturally understood the desires in the hearts of these brothers, but in his opinion, there was no solution at all.

The existence that stands high above the sky, illuminating the world like a big sun, but also determines the order of heaven and earth, no matter how amazing and brilliant people are, they can't spread their wings and soar in such a net at all.

"The road is only a struggle! Only when you reach the end, jump out of the realms, and not in the five elements, can you be qualified to change the world."

The old man slowly raised his head and spoke lightly.

"The end of the Tao? How can I have this opportunity?"

The boy's eyes dimmed suddenly, and the other big demons also bowed their heads and said nothing.

Six rounds of great sun are in the sky, how can the latecomers compete with it?

"After all, there is an opportunity, and this opportunity is in this world!"

His eyes swept across the monsters and young people in front of him one by one, and fell on An Qisheng. He seemed to have a thousand words to say, but in the end, it turned into a very short sentence:

"For 80,000 years, there will be no saints in heaven and earth!"

Eighty thousand years, heaven and earth have no saints?

An Qisheng was shocked, and all kinds of thoughts came to his mind instantly.

It was a cold, dry, chaotic void that seemed to have no existence, and one side shone like a golden sun outside the boundless void.

Many figures are hidden.

The figures were sitting, lying, or standing, but they couldn't see their faces, but they had a vast and boundless aura of power.

And facing these six figures in the distance is a sea of ​​starlight that stretches for hundreds of millions of miles.

'The landlord of the starry sky...their battle is not over yet! ’

An Qisheng's mind was condensed, and the previous guesses were completely confirmed.

In the battle of Emperor Feng's attack on the sky, why did all races and spirits dare to take action, and dare to follow the Emperor Feng to attack the emperor? Why did Sa Wuling leave after exiting the customs.

The fundamental reason is that there is no saint in heaven and earth!

It is precisely because the landlord of the starry sky has restrained the six great saints outside the sky that the Phoenix Emperor's battle against the sky just happened.

Otherwise, even if it is the Phoenix Emperor, who is in charge of the power of creation, it is absolutely impossible to challenge the long river and use the Tao as bait to fish the six saints of ancient and modern times!

Even if they are fighting each other.

"Eighty thousand years!"

Before the chariot, several big demons looked at each other with a sense of relief, and the eyes of the young man gradually lit up.

The old yellow ox raised his head, thoughtfully.

huh~

In the breeze, An Qisheng quietly looked at the question and answer between the master and the apprentice in front of him.

Incarnation magic in the true sense is the ability to incarnate an incarnation that is completely different from one's own thinking and cognition.

Such magical powers may seem simple, but in reality, they are extremely difficult, because even he cannot deduce something beyond his own understanding.

Naturally, there is no way to transform such a avatar.

But at this time, the old Daoist in front of him seems to be independent of himself. There may be great similarities in shape, but the inner core is very different.

"That's it for today."

After a long time, Lao Dao waved his hand to ask the disciples to retreat.

"Yes."

Although the disciples were reluctant to give up, they did not dare to neglect. After paying respects, they slowly retreated, turning back from time to time, and it took a long time before they left with great strides.

Lao Dao got off the chariot and walked to An Qisheng at a leisurely pace.

A step away, but it seems thousands of years away. The old man stared at the nothingness in front of him, as if he could see it, but he could not see it. After a while, he said:

"I lost."

He spoke very calmly, as if he was talking to himself, and at the same time he seemed to be feeling emotional.

In the world, there is nothing more frustrating than being able to foresee that he is doomed, but he doesn't seem to care and doesn't want to change.

A step away, An Qisheng was also staring at Lao Dao, looking at an incarnation that was much different from himself, before nodding after a long time: "I see."

Although most of the key points of Fenghuang's battle against the sky were erased, it can be seen in the end that it was indeed a failure.

The old Taoist in front of him has planned for many years to unite the two clans of humans and demons, awaken the Phoenix Emperor, and restore the wilderness. Everything that can be done has been done to the extreme.

But in the end it was a defeat.

In the breeze, Lao Dao stood with his hands behind his back, and his eyes looked at the void, as if he had seen through endless years, time and space: "One death is another life, I may be defeated, but they have not yet failed."

An Qisheng looked at Lao Dao's eyes, and faintly, he seemed to see many mirror images in his eyes.

In a trance, there seemed to be thousands of figures changing in front of his eyes.

There are gods, demons, demons, and people. There are Taoists who stand high on the Taoist platform, there are old monks who sit in Buddhist temples, there are demon kings who occupy a place, and there are monks who travel the world.

There is no form, the spirit body that is submerged in the sword, and there is also a ray of light that hovers in the minds of others.

There are leylines rooted in the earth, and there are white clouds floating above the long sky.

have.....

Thousands of silhouettes kept changing. Finally, they all raised their heads, and the pair of very familiar eyes seemed to pass through time and space through the void.

He looked at An Qisheng!

Boom!

Lao Dao slowly raised his head, a smear of ink smeared from the horizon, it was just a moment, the sky was completely black, and the invisible cold wind came along with the electric dragon running between heaven and earth.

The grass and trees on the ground rustled.

The damp air, accompanied by looming raindrops, slapped his face.

"It's windy, it's time to go..."

Lao Dao shook his head slightly, got on the chariot between steps, and disappeared into the darkening sky along with a low and long roar of a cow.

......

Click!

Looking at the stone tablet with a ferocious crack in front of him, Gong Yangyan couldn't help but twitched his face: "The door, the door owner..."

"If the old ones don't go and the new ones don't come, it's good to change them at this opportunity."

An Qisheng slowly retracted his palm, turned around, and walked out of the mountain: "Go back to the mountain first."

"go?"

Gong Yangyan was at a loss: "You, aren't you going back to the mountain?"

He was a little dazed. He didn't know what his sect master wanted to do.

"You go, I'll come later."

Carrying Gong Yangyan on his back, An Qisheng raised his head, a little bit of scarlet overflowed from his eyebrows, eyes, nose, and nose, and in an instant, he turned back against the current.

But there was a red light in a pair of eyes, but the eyes were traumatized.

"what?"

At this moment, the three-hearted blue soul boy in the sea of ​​hearts noticed something, raised his head suddenly, and was shocked.

I saw in the nothingness in the sea of ​​my heart, a torrent of information that came from nowhere was rolling down like a river bursting its banks.

Rao is that it was all taken aback.

It has never seen An Qisheng get so much information at one time!

After the shock comes joy~lightnovelpub.net~ It doesn't care where the information comes from, it greets it with an exclamation, and slams into the countless torrents of information.

It's like an old glutton who has been hungry for countless years seeing a mountain-like delicacy.

"Tao, Buddha, God, ghost, demon..."

Above the nothingness of the sea of ​​​​heart, An Qisheng's divine will gathered, overlooking the torrent of information that was rolling in, and discerning the various Taoisms in it.

The Primordial Spirit who killed himself before coming to this world was not in vain after all.

This torrent of information, which is rolling in, is the incarnation of the primordial spirit that he has cut, searched and understood in all kinds of time and space, all kinds of information, magical powers, and Taoism!

"Ah!"

Suddenly, the three-hearted blue soul boy jumped out of the rolling torrent, screamed like an electric shock, and avoided embarrassedly.

Looking at it again, I saw that in the secluded sea of ​​hearts, that round of simple and simple bronze mirrors like a full moon rose into the sky at some point.

As it hummed, it turned into a huge pill furnace with three legs and two ears, interwoven with five colors, and nine orifices and eight holes!

The torrent of information that rolled down like the **** of the Tianhe River, under the entanglement of an invisible force, poured back into the pill furnace from the holes.

In the faint, there seems to be a fire!

That is, the fire of supernatural powers, the light of the collision of thoughts, and the light of the Tao that will emerge.