The Great Tao Chronicle

A piece of hunting order, under the dissemination of the imperial court's powerful intelligence system, quickly spread to the seventy-three states of Dafeng, thousands of prefectures and cities, and countless counties.

In an instant, it was like cooking oil on fire.

An Qisheng, who was already famous, instantly became a favorite among all the people.

The Great Returning Pill, the Divine Veins Secret Manual is nothing more, and even the conditions of a tailor-made Divine Weapon are opened.

Not only some scattered people in the rivers and lakes, but also the masters of the small and medium sects are a little jealous.

"Murder Order"

In the chivalrous door, An Qisheng held a piece of yellow paper in his palm, and there was a ripple in his eyes.

After realizing the spiritual realm of being aware of danger and avoiding danger, he no longer cares about being chased and killed, even if it is the divine veins of this realm, he will not be afraid.

The reason for being unscrupulous is precisely because there is no fear.

He was a little surprised. He thought that after killing Yang Ling, Zhao Changying and others, the court would send out those masters of divine veins.

But I didn't want to, waiting for this paper to kill.

In an instant, he thought a lot.

Many thoughts appeared in his mind, and many possibilities emerged one by one, and they were ruled out by him one by one. In an instant, he had already guessed several possibilities.

The first possibility is that the Golden Wolf Royal Court and Dafeng are about to start a war, and many masters are restraining each other and cannot be easily shot.

Second, the imperial court wanted to use him as a sword to cleanse the martial arts of the rivers and lakes.

These two possibilities are not difficult to guess after he has obtained a lot of information.

It's just that he thought deeper.

After entering the dream, the master of Zhuanlun Temple, Chi Wuti, he learned that the Golden Wolf Kingdom wanted to go to war this time, and more of them were insisted on by the Golden Wolf King Court.

Are they really going to fight?

Or do you want to use this so-called reason for war to do something else?

For example, cleaning martial arts.

Different from the chaotic martial arts in Dafeng, the King of the Golden Wolf is respected by the Zhuanlun Temple.

But the same is that the harm of martial arts to the court is great.

In other words, the wheel-turning master, the fourth-ranked grandmaster, who masters the Ferris Wheel Technique, is even more harmful to the Golden Wolf Royal Court.

"Brother?"

Seeing that An Qisheng picked up the wanted order and fell into contemplation for a long time, Yun Haitian couldn't help calling out.

"fine."

An Qisheng came back to his senses.

"Brother, are you worried about this wanted order?"

Yun Haitian frowned:

"The court's hand is too vicious, even if it were me, I'm afraid there is nothing I can do."

The sea of ​​clouds can be seen clearly.

With An Qisheng's current martial arts skills, there are few opponents in the martial arts, except for the gods of the top sects, there are few people who can match him.

The rest of the rivers and lakes scattered people, even if they came to thousands of people, could not kill An Qisheng.

With his speed, no one in the Qi pulse could catch up with him.

It's just that the so-called man is for the money and the birds are the food. The rewards of the court are so generous, and I don't know how many people will be moved by it.

In this world, there is no shortage of people who are pretentious.

Always think that what others can't do, you may not be able to do it yourself.

And once those people are found, this old man's temper will only kill him in the dark.

He has good intentions, but he never shy away from trying to figure out others with the greatest malice.

In his opinion, if the situation is really possible to reach that point, no matter if it is Huangjue Temple, Extreme God Sect, Zhengang Dao, Dalongmen or Wanjian Villa, they will inevitably be blocked by the imperial court. out.

If so, it must be the beginning of a new round of martial arts catastrophe.

"A wanted order is optional, but I don't care much about it."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly, his eyes deep.

What Yun Haitian can think of, he naturally thinks of it.

He tapped the table lightly and said lightly:

"It's just that I'm curious, is this court not afraid of me making another breakthrough, killing all the way to the capital, and beheading that King Feng's dog?"

"Brother be careful."

Yun Haitian smiled bitterly: "I know that my brother has complaints, but that King Feng said that he can't kill him, but he can kill him. I'm afraid that the world will bring dragons and snakes to the land again, and life will be ruined."

The power of the Dafeng court is the highest among all countries, and Nantian Mountain will not be defeated by one enemy and three, and even if it is not for the defections of some martial arts people, it can even win a big victory.

Over the years, with the increasing national strength of Dafeng, there have been more people who want to assassinate the king, but the king of Feng has been fine so far, so one can imagine what his methods are.

"It's a certainty that I can't break through."

An Qisheng couldn't help sneering.

He has dreamed of many martial arts masters, including Mr. Lan Da, Zhao Changlin, Huiguo, Xue Chaoyang, Tuoba Chongguang, and masters born from major sects. Naturally, he will not have no understanding of the divine veins.

In the martial arts of Jiufujie, since the blood exchange has been completed, it can be regarded as a glimpse of the door, and the condensed infuriating can be regarded as entering the room.

But the most difficult thing is to condense the Qi veins and forge the divine veins.

Needless to say, the difficulty of condensing Qi channels is extremely complicated and arduous, and there is no possibility of progress if there is a slight error or omission.

But compared to casting Divine Veins, this difficulty is nothing.

There are not too many masters of qi channels among the countries, at least more than 10,000 people, but the great masters of qi channels on the weapon spectrum are even less than thirty-six.

This is of course some countries have secretly hidden, but even if there is no hidden, this number will not be too different.

You must know that the Divine Vein has a three-hundred-year lifespan, and this number also includes old antiques such as Huangjue Temple Yixiu who have lived for nearly three hundred years.

The accumulation of three hundred years is only fifty, which shows the difficulty of the divine veins.

"Divine Vein"

Yun Haitian sighed lightly, his face a little desolate.

He became famous for 60 years, and he was trapped in the divine vein for 60 years. If he said that he had no obsession, it would be a lie.

He picked up the teacup and blew lightly, saying, "Some people say that I am the closest person to the Divine Vein. If I hadn't been injured, I would have been promoted to the Divine Vein. That's right, it's not right."

"Appreciate further details."

An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly.

Although he knew about the Divine Vein, Yun Haitian was trapped in the Divine Vein for 60 years, so he naturally had his own unique understanding.

"The qi channel is completed, and the human and the heaven and the earth interact with the spiritual qi. After a long time, the true qi gradually develops spirituality. This spirituality is nothing else but martial arts."

Yun Haitian said slowly:

"Spirituality will not be created out of nothing, only when my generation of warriors practice a martial art to the pinnacle of the realm, can the spirituality be born in the true qi!

That Feng Qingxuan's magic sword slash has already cultivated spirituality, and it is like a life with a single slash, even if you close your eyes, you can cut through the enemy's flaws with a single slash."

An Qisheng nodded slightly.

He knows this, and he also knows that Feng Qingxuan has trained his spirituality through this magic sword slash, and this Yun Haitian is the righteousness and the long river, the king of the sword, the cloud and the snow, the ten thousand waves. All the nine martial arts including Jing Tao Palm have cultivated spirituality!

If he doesn't make a move this time, Yun Haitian is seriously injured and dying to fight against Feng Qingxuan, and the final result will only be the death of both.

Even that Wushuang will be beheaded together.

This can be inferred from the fact that Yun Dongliu's revenge target is Chi Lian Mozong, not Feng Qingxuan and Wushuang.

"But in addition to that, there is one last step."

Speaking of this, Yun Haitian's face was slightly solemn: "God and all spirits must stand the test of heaven and earth"

"This step is also called Yinshen exiting the body!"

"Out of the Body"

An Qisheng muttered to himself.

The yin and gods came out of the body after realizing that the 'god' was strong enough.

At that time, under the sympathetic effect of qi and machine, and under the transformation of the magnetic field, there will be thunder to hit you between heaven and earth, and fire to burn you.

If you can resist it, you will have the possibility to step into the divine veins. Otherwise, you will die.

In fact, if there is a physical body, with his current physique, as long as it is not a series of thunder seas, just a few thunders will definitely not kill him.

But the spirit is out of the body, without the protection of the body shell, only the martial arts that practice spirituality can be used as a means to resist the thunder, how dangerous is it?

As soon as the thunder sounded, I was afraid that the soul would be dissipated.

"Yeah, yin and spirit out of one's body"

Yun Haitian's eyes are a little blurry:

"Resistance to lightning strikes is rare in ancient times, but since thousands of years, there have been various ways to avoid calamity. Among them, the most well-known and most effective method is to cast a magic weapon!"

Soldier, Soldier.

It was originally a weapon entrusted by "God"!

An Qisheng's eyes flickered, recalling Kong San.

After defecting from the extreme **** sect, this abandoned disciple of the extreme **** sect did not lack martial arts practice, and the existence of the spirit-snatching magic art also made him need no medicine pills and resources to assist him, but he still joined the six prisons demon sect in the end.

Therefore, the corner of his mouth moved, and he said the last sentence Yun Haitian wanted to say:

"Unfortunately, after tens of thousands of years, there are very few strange spirits in the world that can cast magical weapons, and most of them are in the hands of many big sects and big forces."

The extreme north of the Dafeng frontier is an extremely bitter and cold place.

The strong winds covered the sky and snow was scattered all over the sky. In the extremely cold world, the visibility was extremely low, and ordinary people could die suddenly even if they walked in it.

But in such a cruel world, a group of people trekked in the snow, braving the piercing cold wind like a knife.

A group of people wearing black clothes, carrying a long bow, and wearing a large knife, trudged through the half-person-high snow, but the speed was extremely fast.

The thin clothes are hunting in the wind and snow, but the people are silent like a stone.

In this dimly lit snow covered the sky, the group ran for hundreds of miles before slowly stopping.

Great looking.

Beneath the boundless whistling blizzard and snow, there is an endless mountain of towering mountains, and in front of the mountains is a calm and deep lake.

The water in the lake was sparkling, and there was not even a trace of freezing in the place where it was snowing heavily and bitterly cold.

Huhu~

On the bank of the big lake, a group of people stopped and stood, and the snow was covered with bows and knives.

The entire group did not speak, and remained silent.

They looked at the big lake that looked like the ocean, and saw a small boat suddenly floated out from among the mountains under the heavy snow.

The boat traveled leisurely in the snow and ice, creating layers of ripples.

On the deck, a young man fishing with a rod is indescribably comfortable, as if he is one with the mountains and snowy lakes in this side.

"We will meet the Dharma King!"

Seeing the people coming from the boat, the group of people on the shore knelt on the ground and buried their foreheads in the deep snow.

It was none other than the Dharma King of the Red Sun who had been fishing for twenty years on this great lake.

"Good beast, hide deep!"

In the dull voice, the sound fell to the ground from the wind and snow, and everyone felt that their hearts were hot, and the cold around them seemed to disappear in an instant.

It seems that there is a strong masculinity in this voice.

"Pharaoh"

The group of people was shocked and looked up involuntarily.

I saw that there seemed to be a red sun rising on the lake, breaking the sky and flying snow, and the water mist evaporated in an instant, as if it was boiled by the red sun.

A few tens of miles away from the lake, a heat wave hits the face, making the snow all over everyone's body disappear, and the wet clothes are evaporated to dry in an instant!

roar~

Then, a roar resembling an ox like a tiger, but louder than an ox, and more powerful than a tiger's roar, roared out from under the rolling and boiling lake.

"what?!"

The hearts of everyone jumped wildly.

I saw that in the billowing cloud-like water vapor, as the boat rose into the air, a huge figure with the color of blue and black like ice was pulled out of the lake by the thin fishing line!

Beneath the huge head is a huge body that is ten feet long!

I saw that the giant beast had a head like a camel, horns like a deer, and its whiskers were about 10 feet long.

It swept across the sky, like a fairy boat, swept across the boat in the mist~www.readwn.com~ The light all over the body shone like a red sun, and the squatter laughed long:

"Good beast, in the past twenty years, you have been captured nine times, and if you don't surrender this time, you will have your tendons pulled, your snake scales peeled off, and you will be roasted and eaten!"

In the endless light and heat, the Han Jiao struggled several times, swaying thousands of water dragons, unwilling to give in, and fought in anger.

But no matter how hard he exerted his strength, the turbulent lake for several miles caused huge waves, but he couldn't shake the thin fishing line. In the end, he was pulled into the clouds and mist.

All that was left was a sad and desperate roar of unwillingness.

roar~

In the roar of the dragon, the boat fell and slapped on the lake.

Everyone raised their eyebrows and saw the wind and thunder whistling.

The Minoyi guest crossed the Jiaojiao and walked in the wind and snow, gradually drifting away:

"I already know about this, so let's go!"