Great Dao Ji

God-beating whip!

Half a year of meditation, half a year of sorting out, seven days and seven nights of life-and-death struggle.

Finally, among all kinds of martial arts, he summarized another free-hand style after ‘Nantianmen’, ‘Zhanxiantai’ and ‘Bagualu’!

Starting with Nantianmen, then Zhanxiantai, it can be transformed into Bagualu, which can be turned into a god-beating whip!

Hitting people is also hitting gods, killing people is also killing immortals!

With a whip, An Qisheng’s mind is infinitely elevated, as if he is sitting cross-legged in the Nine Heavens, chopping the rebellious gods!

Boom!

This whip is like a Nine Heavens dragon swooping down, like an ancient god pulling a mountain as a pillar and slapping it down!

Under the unparalleled power, Pang Wanyang only felt that his bones, flesh, qi, and even the ‘god’ were all broken and blown up!

In a trance, he seemed to see his whole life.

The rich and happy life in childhood, the despair and pain of being cut off from the "worldly bond" by the teacher, the persistence of struggling for survival in the Demon Sect, the joy of annihilating a sect of fellow disciples, the joy and happiness of a challenging career for twenty years,

The mutual support of meeting a beauty, the heart-breaking heart when the beauty passed away, the unparalleled pleasure of challenging the heroes, the pride of being the best in the world, the loneliness of being invincible in the world, the loneliness of sitting alone on the top of the mountain for decades

All the joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness experienced in life exploded in his mind like lightning.

In a trance, it turned into a chant from the heart:

"I don't want to dominate the world, I don't want wealth and glory, I don't want love, hate, and hatred. Only the Tao is unchangeable, only the heart is unchangeable, and I am the only one!"

As soon as a thought arises, there will be changes.

This change is hard to explain. It is not between heaven and earth, nor in the flesh, but in the soul.

The soul seemed to be born from its own shell, and it felt the mysterious and unpredictable Qi in the world.

That is, the Qi of the heavenly man!

A trace of enlightenment, a touch of emotion filled the mind.

I saw it.

The great way of heavenly man!

An unprecedented touch emerged in his heart, and Pang Wanyang's dry mind seemed to be irrigated by the fairy spring, rippling with unprecedented vitality.

‘It’s a pity that I can’t touch it’

In enlightenment, Pang Wanyang sighed again.

Seeing it doesn’t mean you can touch it. He saw the Qi of the heavenly man very clearly, but he himself was a little short of it and couldn’t really touch it.

This was not caused by Wang Quan Taoist, but he was a little short of it, a little short of it.

The short of it was that he didn’t know it until now, and he didn’t understand it.

"Wang Quan Daoist!"

When the divine whip struck down, Pang Wanyang let out a long roar:

"My heart, my martial arts, everything I have, all for you, I want you to climb up to the gate of heaven, take a look at the scenery behind the gate of heaven, take a look at all the gods and immortals from past dynasties.

What's the difference between you and me, Pang Wanyang?!"

With a long roar, Pang Wanyang struck out, suddenly lost all his strength, and fell down powerlessly.

At this last moment, this peerless demon lord actually gave up his full-strength punch that burned everything and was enough to drag any enemy to death!

As long as the Tao reaches the heaven and immortal, what does it matter whether it is oneself who achieves the final achievement?

Without any words, his heart, his martial arts, his thoughts, his ideas, his thoughts, have been thoroughly understood by An Qisheng.

A ripple appeared in his eyes, and An Qisheng's whip hand had already hit Pang Wanyang's head heavily.

Buzz~

Different from anyone's imagination.

This whip hand, which was enough to break the city walls and mountains, made a huge buzzing sound like a bronze bell being struck when it hit Pang Wanyang's head.

Boom!

Pang Wanyang was shocked.

He felt an extremely strong will with an irresistible will, straight into his scattered mind!

That divine will, like thunder, like fire, like the Milky Way, like the earth, finally turned into a black and white Tai Chi diagram with endless Dao Yun!

That is the change of yin and yang, that is the law of Tai Chi!

Boom!

The Tai Chi diagram exploded, as if it turned into a blazing fire of Dao Yun, which burst out all at once.

In an instant, the changes rose sharply.

Pang Wanyang felt that his divine will, which had reached the extreme and could not rise, had another ultimate leap under the push of this Dao Yun!

Finally, his mind grasped the Qi in the dark.

Finally, he glimpsed the great way of heaven and man!

At the last moment, he heard a voice as calm as water:

"I accept your martial arts, as for Tianmen, you should go by yourself!"

You

Finally, he took a deep look at the Taoist who looked calm and his eyes were still as deep as water in such a battle, and all his thoughts returned to silence.

An Qisheng looked as calm as before, and slowly loosened his arms, his eyes falling.

Pang Wanyang's body turned into complete ashes.

It was smaller than dust, completely disintegrated, without even a trace left.

So far, Pang Wanyang, the Six Hell Demon Lord who had been the number one in the world for decades and was known as the number one in the Demon Sect, fell like a meteor.

It also cut through the sky like a meteor, pierced through the rolling dark clouds, and disappeared behind the long sky.

In a trance, many masters of the Divine Veins who were watching this battle closely seemed to hear a wonderful fairy music composed by the sky, and saw the highest and deepest sky above the thunderclouds.

That flashing portal.

Is that the Heavenly Gate?

Pang Wanyang, succeeded?

Or is this all an illusion?

Instantly, even though the spectators were all top masters in the world, they couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, and were a little unsure.

What happened at the last moment?

They were full of thoughts, and finally looked up at the sky.

Above the dissipated sand, under the pierced dark clouds, the Taoist in tattered clothes stood there in the golden light.

Between heaven and earth, the Taoist stood alone.

Front and back, up and down, the wind and clouds dispersed, and for a moment, he looked like a god.

"Invincible"

Yan Kuangtu muttered to himself, saying this for the second time.

Last time, on the top of Wangquan Mountain, when he saw An Qisheng survive the thunder tribulation and become the Tai Chi to integrate yin and yang, he had already predicted that he would be a truly invincible figure in the future.

But he didn't expect that this day would come so quickly, so quickly that no one was prepared, so quickly that he was a little caught off guard.

But no matter what he thought, An Qisheng, who defeated Pang Wanyang fairly, was truly invincible.

"I don't know if there will be a battle in the future that can be compared with today's battle"

The Moon Worshipping Master felt something in his heart and couldn't help but sigh.

It seemed that he had calculated wrong.

The scene that he predicted would make the world's martial arts world wither did not seem to happen

Or maybe it was not Pang Wanyang who caused the martial arts catastrophe?

However, with this Taoist, what kind of demon in the world could cause such a shocking catastrophe in his prediction?

"Good, good"

The Wheel King put his hands together and sighed in an incomprehensible way.

The whole person had disappeared in the wind and sand, and before he finished speaking, he had completely disappeared.

"Wang Quan Taoist"

Mu Qingfeng looked at his palm with a sense of loss, and his slender five fingers trembled:

"The way of Tai Chi?"

"Okay!"

A hundred miles away, in the vast sea of ​​yellow sand, Wang Jianglong couldn't help but shout.

He had no distracting thoughts.

He was simply excited by the last collision between the two peerless figures.

Whether it was Pang Wanyang's last punch to annihilate all living beings, or Wang Quan Taoist's whip hand that was like the Nine Heavens God King swinging the Divine Mountain to whip the gods, in his eyes, they were extremely exquisite and wonderful means that made people feel relaxed and happy.

He couldn't help but tie the wine gourd on his waist and drink it in big gulps. In such a big battle, you should drink, and drink as much as you can!

In various parts of the vast sea, the other masters of the Divine Veins who saw this battle also had different reactions and were upset.

Huhu~~~

In the sky, An Qisheng stood tall, his ragged Taoist robe fluttering in the air.

Since he came to Jiufu Realm, this battle was the most difficult one he had ever experienced.

Pang Wanyang's mind, determination, and martial arts are all top-notch in the past and present, and he has been the best in the world for decades. The last punch is a means that can really injure him, or even kill him together.

At the same time, he is also a true seeker of Tao.

Apart from good and evil, this is a true Taoist friend.

It's a pity

He shook his head slightly and clenched his fingers in the air.

Pah~

A piece of dark gold boxing gloves, which looks like the color of human skin membrane, fell into his palm.

This is Pang Wanyang's magic weapon.

The small boxing gloves weigh a thousand pounds, and the materials used are all top-notch in the world. They also contain Pang Wanyang's boxing and martial arts throughout his life.

Anyone who gets it will definitely have the potential to achieve a divine vein.

If he is compatible with Pang Wanyang, it is not impossible to even achieve his previous achievements.

Huh~

He moved slightly and broke through the sky.

In the wind and sand, Wang Jianglong, Mu Qingfeng, Baiyue Zhenren, Yan Kuangtu and others rose into the air at the same time and chased after him.

The final mystery of this battle, any divine vein would be tempted.

Why did Pang Wanyang clearly fall, but there was an illusion that the sky gate was opened.

The Hanlong Oasis has long been calm.

The proprietress led a group of waiters to clean up the traces of wind and sand. Although the big storm seven days ago did not bury the Hanlong Inn, it left a mess. Hundreds of people cleaned it up for seven days.

It was only then that it was sorted out.

"I am so tired"

The proprietress lay on the rocking chair, kneading her sore hands and feet, gritting her teeth in her heart.

That group of people smashed her roof, and the wind and sand directly filled the whole floor!

A floor of sand!

She was almost angry to death.

"Fortunately, this group of plague gods finally left"

She sighed and picked up the teacup, lamenting in her heart that she was unlucky.

Suddenly, her body trembled, and the teacup she picked up fell to the ground with a "click", breaking into eight pieces.

"You you guys"

Her hands and feet trembled, and her voice trembled.

Not far away, several people fell from the sky slowly, and the first one was the one she would never forget even if she turned into ash or mud.

Wang Quan Taoist!

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