The Great Tao Chronicle

The Goddess Statue Disappeared in the Dao Sect of All Heavens Chapter 165

There are waves in the perspective.

The invisible and intangible mental power trembled slightly, and in An Qisheng's perspective, he outlined the outline of the human skin roll.

As An Qisheng's mental strength increased, his visualization ability increased day by day.

In just one thought, the outlines of other objects can already be drawn in my mind.

Thinking from another perspective, if he was this master, he wouldn't leave a human skin with nothing for nothing. There is absolutely no way that there is nothing in this human skin.

As his mind moved, the human skin scroll in the perspective began to tremble.

"what?"

An Qisheng's heart moved, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the man's skin was squirming as if alive.

Lines of text gradually emerged:

"Seven hundred years, seven hundred years! Finally, finally, someone discovered, finally someone discovered this seat"

This doesn't seem like a leftover text.

It's something in the man's skin that's talking

some meaning.

An Qisheng's eyes flashed.

Sure enough, the text on the man's skin scroll changed again:

"Wu that boy! Have the eight major soldiers of today ever appeared in the world?"

"Boy?"

An Qisheng's surprise was suppressed, and he said lightly:

"What are you?"

The human skin scroll was slightly stagnant, and seemed to be incomprehensible to An Qisheng's reaction. Immediately, as the human skin scroll wriggled, the text on it changed again:

"I am a giant!"

"Big Sky?"

An Qisheng stroked his long beard, and his eyes flickered: "I haven't heard of it."

"never heard of that?!"

The text on the human skin scroll suddenly became scribbled:

"It's only seven hundred years, it's only seven hundred years"

An Qisheng pinched the skin that became brighter and brighter, and said:

"I'm not interested in who you are, I'm more curious, what exactly are you and what is the reason for your existence"

A conscious human skin scroll?

How does it retain this awareness?

Spiritual immortality?

soul?

or something else?

"The divine veins of this seat are complete, the flesh is destroyed and the will is forever, immortal and immortal!"

The writing and writing on the human skin scroll contains a tyrannical will, which makes people daunting.

"After the spirit reaches a certain level, can it exist without the physical body? This is somewhat similar to the primordial spirit in the legend of the previous life."

An Qisheng looked at this human skin scroll thoughtfully.

His spirit is very sensitive, and he naturally knows that it is not the parchment that speaks, but an invisible and intangible spiritual brand.

However, a pure spirit can exist without a basis.

It should be the aura between heaven and earth, not his spirit that can really reach this level.

However, being able to survive mentally out of the body for seven hundred years is naturally extremely tyrannical.

"One Picture"

In the blink of an eye, An Qisheng communicated with Daoyitu in the depths of his soul:

"Can this human skin scroll be converted into Dao power?"

hum~

In the depths of his soul, Dao Yitu trembled slightly, and the rays of light flowed like water:

[Discover Dao Power, whether to convert? 】

"You! What did you do?!"

Almost at the same time, the text on the man's scroll became extremely scribbled, and that line of consciousness was extremely shocking.

At this moment, it felt endless terror, as if life and death could not help itself.

"no."

Looking at the extremely scribbled words, An Qisheng thought about it seriously, but did not choose to convert his Dao power.

In the long-floating world, the most attractive to him are naturally the Qi and Divine Vessels.

Qi meridian, he has fought many times, although there are still secrets, but he has basically understood it, only this divine meridian, so far, he has not met one.

There is no way to guess, no way to know.

After all, the territory of Jiufujie is far greater than that of Xuanxing, and the population is larger than that of Xuanxing. It is by no means easy to meet those masters.

This human skin roll is suspected to be left over from the divine veins, and it seems that he knows the eight great gods and gods.

"You, what are you doing? Who are you?"

The horror faded, and words immediately appeared on the human skin scroll.

An Qisheng ignored it, rolled it up, and stuffed it into his sleeve.

"Master."

Tie Shan strode forward and buried the three of them.

"Let's go."

An Qisheng took a deep look at a forest somewhere in the dark night, and turned to leave.

Tie Shan thought about it, and quickly followed.

In a forest not far from here.

The whole group fell into silence.

After a long silence, a hoarse voice sounded:

"Xue Chaoyang, it's not wrong to die"

The moonlight was flowing, and in the crimson night, a thin man stood holding a knife, looking straight at the ruins under the night in the distance, with a solemn expression.

Hearing the hoarse voice, he turned to look at another indifferent middle-aged man in black clothes and asked:

"Tong Luyang, if it were you, how many tricks would it take to kill these three people?"

Tong Luyang, a middle-aged man in black, was silent for a moment before he spoke hoarsely:

"Although these three people are just condensing Xiao Zhou Tianjin's energy, but with the three of them working together, unless they fight me to the death, I can't kill all three of them."

"You're right. Although there is a gap between the size of Zhou Tianning's qi meridians, but qi meridians are qi meridians after all, and they killed three people so neatly, Xue Chaoyang and Tuoba died rightly."

The skinny swordsman nodded slightly:

"However, with the strength he has shown this time, it is not enough to be tied with Yun Haitian. Decades ago, Yun Haitian ran for tens of thousands of miles, broke through the innate defense line of the seven atmospheric channels, beheaded one of them, and seriously injured four. I have the energy to escape from the hands of the Chi Lian Dharma King.”

"Fang Yuhong, what do you want to say?"

Tong Luyang frowned slightly.

"What I mean is that although this person's martial arts are above ours, he is not as invincible as that Yun Haitian."

Fang Yuhong stood with his sword in his arms, his eyes dimly lighted:

"So, I don't think it's in a hurry to close the net, it is better to release the news, use his hand to disturb the martial arts, and cut off these restless martial arts masters"

"You're playing with fire."

Tong Luyang's eyes narrowed, not wanting to agree:

"Although Yun Haitian is strong, his road ahead has been cut off, and this person's road ahead has not been cut off! If he kills martial arts masters all the way, and condenses a general trend to advance to the divine veins, then I can't control it!"

"Divine veins?"

Fang Yuhong sneered again and again:

"This old Taoist is already ninety-three this year, and there is absolutely no reason for him to be a late bloomer! Even if he has the magic power of stealing spirits, it is not wishful thinking to use the inner strength of others to condense his divine veins!"

"The magic art of seizing the soul is something that existed seven hundred years ago. I still don't know if it is the same as those in the Six Prison Demon Sect that steal other people's inner strength and true energy. If it has the ability to purify inner strength?"

Tong Luyang still has some doubts.

It was now seven hundred years ago, and there is not much information about this magic art, but after all, the Master of Soul Seizure is someone who has fought with the master of the army, and he must have achieved the divine vein. .

"There are many trees in the world, with a population of tens of billions. The masters are like crucian carp crossing the river, but there are only very few people with divine veins. Although this old Taoist has a fortuitous encounter, there are not a few people in the world who can compare with the magic art of seizing the soul!"

Fang Yuhong's eyes were light:

"What is the geometry of the divine veins?"

Tong Luyang frowned slightly:

"Are you jealous?"

"Jealous? What a joke!"

Fang Yuhong sneered, with fear and disdain:

"The spirit of man is as young as the rising sun, middle-aged like the red sun, and old age is as thin as the sun! The older you are, the less chance you have of being promoted to the gods! This old thing is also worthy of becoming a **** at an age when it enters the earth?"

"Lord Catcher said that you are in charge of this action, you have the final say."

Tong Luyang shook his head slightly and agreed temporarily.

Without him, with the people led by him and Fang Yuhong, self-defense is naturally enough, but if you want to kill the old Taoist, the odds of winning are not great.

Although they have a trump card, must the old Taoist show everything?

"These people are really cautious."

In the darkness, An Qisheng paused, feeling the breath behind him away.

As early as half a month ago, he discovered the person who was following him.

It's just that this group of people is very cautious, never approaching, always keeping a safe distance, walking by themselves, they also go, stop by themselves, they also stop.

Whenever they showed signs of turning back, they fled far away.

This time, he thought that those few people would take advantage of Feng Zhenzong and others to take action together, but he didn't want them to show up.

"It should be Fang Yuhong who is following behind him."

Tieshan suddenly spoke with a hint of disgust:

"This Fang Yuhong is a man of luxury, with a magnificent family, beautiful wives and concubines like clouds, and dozens of children!"

The six famous arrests of the six gates are different, Xue Chaoyang is alone, and Yuhong's wives and concubines are in groups.

The two are also seen as the least intimidating figures.

Because Fang Yuhong had dozens of heirs, almost none of them remained in his mansion, and almost all of them were driven out of the mansion by him, without question of life and death.

A true ruthless man.

He was also the one he hated the most.

"Fang Yuhong"

An Qisheng was thoughtful.

Of course, he also knew a few famous arrests from Six Doors.

This Fang Yuhong is considered the most vicious person among them. He kills far less than Xue Chaoyang, but his reputation is much worse than Xue Chaoyang.

"This person is good at tracking, and very few of the people he targets can escape his tracking."

Tieshan shook his head slightly.

"Good at tracking, let him follow."

An Qisheng smiled and didn't seem to care.

With a thought, he asked:

"I don't know if you've heard of the Big Sky"

Along the way, UU reading www.uukanshu.com has been restless in the human skin roll that he tucked into his sleeve, and he was squirming frantically to get his attention.

"Big Sky?"

At the foot of Tieshan, his complexion changed slightly:

"Master, where did you hear this name?"

"I heard it by accident, have you heard this name?"

An Qisheng's eyes lit up.

Although he has the ability to dream, and has dreamed of Tieshan, he has not remembered all his memories, which is unnecessary and meaningless.

After all, a lot of useless memory is also a burden on the brain.

"The name Big Sky, I have seen it in the library of six doors"

Iron Mountain was lost in thought.