The Great Tao Chronicle

From the perspective, the light shines.

Many spiritual imprints flickered like stars in the dim perspective, and one of them was bright and dazzling.

"Tongzhengyang..."

As An Qisheng's heart fluctuated slightly, that brightly branded masterpiece.

The line of sight is extremely pulled in, and the light fills the entire perspective.

hum~

In the increasingly tired and bright light, the 'star' suddenly shattered.

The endless lights and shadows rolled in like the tide, endless, as if an endless river was flowing in front of his eyes.

An Qisheng's mind is not calm. He has experienced similar scenes a few times, and every time he sees it, he is still shocked.

Did you travel through time and space?

Or into their spirits?

Why can you awaken such a powerful ability?

At the same time as many thoughts flashed, in his perspective, many pictures flickered like a slideshow, but An Qisheng could see all the pictures.

Under the night, Tong Zhengyang sat quietly in the mountains and forests, shot violently, defeated Potter with one palm, and on the beach, with one palm, slapped to death Shi Xinlu and Shi Xinwu, two great monks, on the boundless ocean, a boat drifted with the waves , on the deck, watching books through Zhengyang......

The events that once happened to Tong Zhengyang passed by one after another while his mind was turning.

And as Tong Zhengyang's experience went against the flow, An Qisheng only felt that his mental power was also being consumed extremely quickly.

"Not enough, not enough..."

An Qisheng muttered to himself in his heart.

In Tong Zhengyang, what interests him the most is how he came to this world.

The first transmigrator he saw should be Wang Honglin, a great master of the Eight Great Pagodas. Unfortunately, Wang Honglin has long since passed away, and the spirit in that book is only in that courtyard, and cannot be seen before.

But Tong Zhengyang is different, he is a real living person, and he has not been in this world for a long time.

The pictures flowed by, and An Qisheng really saw the tyranny of Tong Zhengyang.

On the Florida coastal plain, fighter jets whizzed past, tanks came in swarms, and artillery fire poured down, as if to clean the ground.

Tong Zhengyang shuttled through the hail of bullets, except for the shells that flickered from the flames, he was simply bathed in the hail of bullets!

The palm-sized machine gun bullets poured down like a torrential rain, but they could not penetrate his body at all, leaving white marks on it at most, even if a bullet occasionally shot through the huge wound between his chest and abdomen,

Even he couldn't even hurt his internal organs!

What kind of tyrannical flesh is this? !

Even in this state, An Qisheng couldn't help but thump in his heart.

Finally, the picture slowly stagnated, and the familiar picture he had seen in the video given by Jiang Shili appeared in his perspective.

It was the Freeport at dusk. Above the deep pit where the statue of the goddess should have stood, Tong Zhengyang, who was covered in blood, suddenly appeared with his eyes closed!

Boom!

But at this moment, An Qisheng only felt darkness in front of him, as if he had bumped into an invisible barrier!

Phew!

Under the darkness of night, An Qisheng suddenly opened his eyes, his face lost its color, and it was as pale as paper.

"Ok?"

Tong Zhengyang, who was closing his eyes, frowned, opened his eyes and glanced at An Qisheng:

"Going crazy?"

In his induction, An Qisheng's breath fell, as if a flaming fireball suddenly turned into a candle, with a great contrast.

It's very similar to going into hell.

"I'm sick..."

An Qisheng coughed twice, and a hint of pain appeared on his face at the right time:

"I have an old problem, a terminal illness, and there is no cure."

"Terminal illness?"

Tong Zhengyang shook his head slightly and ignored it.

Tonight, Wang Quanjian was extremely active, and he almost broke out of his body. Apart from appeasing Wang Quanjian, he had no time to pay attention to other things.

Wang Quanjian is like iron but not iron, like air but not air, intangible and intangible, once it is freed from his flesh and blood blockade, even he will not be able to find it.

For the sake of Wang Quanjian, he has been hiding in Wang Quandao for 40 years. He has suffered countless humiliations, been hunted and killed by the whole world for several months, and was seriously injured to death.

If the sword of kingship is lost...

"Cough cough."

An Qisheng pretended to cough a few times, took out the bigu pill and swallowed it with saliva.

"All the pictures come to an abrupt end when Tong Zhengyang appears..."

An Qisheng's face was gloomy and uncertain.

There are mixed blessings and sorrows in this matter. The good news is that Tong Zhengyang did not seem to find his peeping like Mr. Yang Ming, but he could not see what happened before Tong Zhengyang through his ability.

"Perhaps, is there any condition that cannot be met?"

An Qisheng turned his thoughts in his mind, he still knew very little about his ability.

He was mentally sleepy, but he didn't hold back. He walked a few steps, sat down against a big tree, fell asleep in a second, and fell into a deep sleep very quickly.

With a dangerous person like Tong Zhengyang by his side, as long as he doesn't take action, he will not be in danger.

And when he made a move, unless he could run dozens of miles in an instant, it would make no difference whether he was prepared or not.

Soon, a well-proportioned voice sounded.

Tong Zhengyang's eyelids twitched while listening to it,

Another jump.

........

In the outskirts of Daxuan Beijing, somewhere more than 100 meters underground, in a fully enclosed office.

An emergency meeting is being held.

On both sides of the long table, dozens of people sat opposite each other, each with a serious look.

In front of the long table, on the huge projection screen, the coastal plain of Florida is being shown, and that scene is like a battle that only happens in the Golden Eagle Kingdom blockbuster.

slap~

On the left, a majestic middle-aged man got up, pressed the projection, and glanced at his colleagues with a serious expression:

"I believe everyone should have seen this video from the Golden Eagle Country. Whether you believed it or not, now you have to tell everyone that it is true."

The middle-aged man, codenamed 'Qinglong', is the host of this meeting.

The room was silent.

Everyone present was the team leader of each action team, taking on the responsibility of guarding the Great Xuan, and also being able to touch many things that ordinary people can't touch.

Everyone present has seen this video.

"According to reliable information, this dangerous person is very likely to want to sneak into my Daxuan! Before I did, he committed a **** crime in Fusang, and hundreds of people died at his hands!"

Yinglong held the long table, his eyes were cold:

"This mysterious person who is suspected to be an alien creature has more strength than seeing God!"

"Ying Long, from the video alone, he has surpassed seeing God, which is not surprising! Seeing God, his speed is as fast as a galloping horse, and it takes less than two seconds to break out 100 meters in a short distance, but this person's speed surpasses seeing God by too much.

See God's musculoskeletal density is very high, but it can only withstand small-caliber pistols, but the man in the video is enough to withstand machine gun bullets! "

On the right, a tall, gray-haired old man tapped on the long table:

"One shot from the machine gun on the Golden Eagle Nation's fighter jet is enough to split the liger into two pieces. No blood can be seen from the man's wounds even when the internal organs are hit. It's hard to imagine that this is something that the body can do."

This old man's name is Baihu, UU reading www. uukanshu. com is the leader of another action group.

"How to deal with it? Outside the border, the army cannot move without authorization."

Someone was suspicious.

"Artificial intelligence Yinglong has mobilized the military satellite to search for the trace of this person. Except for the four that could not get out of the special team, the seventh special team has been dispatched. No matter what purpose the person has, he will never be allowed to step into the great mystery!"

Yinglong's eyes fell on the young man in the middle of the long table:

"Jaizhen, can you contact Daoist Juechen?"

The young man with the code name Jie Ji was shocked, a look of hesitation flashed across his face, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Report Qinglong, I can contact the teacher, but I'm not sure whether the teacher will go."

"Just get in touch!"

Qinglong waved his hand and looked at a middle-aged man on the other side:

"Prisoner Niu, can you contact Grandmaster Xue?"

The middle-aged man got up and sighed:

"The teacher is very old, why bother his old man? My subordinates are willing to go to the border, and I would rather die than let this person enter!"

"Ok?"

Qinglong's complexion sank.

"All right."

Bai Hu got up and waved his hand:

"Defending our country and country is the duty of our soldiers. The great master has been retired for decades. We cannot force it."

"Prisoner cow!"

Qinglong looked at the middle-aged man:

"For this mission, you and your subordinates, just go with me!"

"Qinglong, are you actually going? It's too dangerous!"

The expressions of Bai Hu and everyone present changed. He didn't expect that this one would actually go there in person.

shuh~

Qinglong's body stood up straight like a gun, and his voice was like iron and stone rubbing:

"The duty lies, what is the danger?"

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