The Great Tao Chronicle

The golden eagle gradually drifted away, and soon disappeared from sight.

"call!"

At this time, An Qisheng slowly let out a sigh of relief.

The blood that was boiling violently in the body slowly calmed down.

He ate so many punches from Dharma King Red Sun abruptly, and his physique was also somewhat damaged.

In the final analysis, these many horizontal exercises are intertwined in parallel. Although there will be no backlash and collision under the control of his powerful mental strength, it is difficult to achieve a perfect fusion.

To solve this problem, it is necessary to integrate many horizontal training martial arts, summarise from them, and create a unique horizontal training system.

Martial arts, the most suitable is always the best, not the better.

An Qisheng has never known this.

"Master!"

In mid-air separated by a hundred meters, Wang Jianglong cupped his hands and smiled and said, "Hit the Divine Vessel and kill the red sun. This action of the Taoist priest really opened Wang's eyes!"

"It turned out to be the gang leader Wang."

An Qisheng returned a salute:

"Don't dare to be praised by the leader."

Wang Jianglong, the leader of the Beggar Gang, is a strongman who unites the millions of beggars in Dafeng.

The beggar gang has a bad reputation in Dafeng martial arts, but in fact, a large gang with millions of people living at the bottom, it is impossible to have no shadow.

But that's just the bad reviews of the Beggar Gang, but Wang Jianglong's reviews have no blemishes.

Even Yun Haitian, when it comes to the Beggar Gang, is dismissive, and when it comes to this person, there is nothing to blame.

An Qisheng knows more. In the original "Red Sun Disaster" he saw, the Red Sun Dharma King destroyed the chivalrous door, and it was this Wang Jianglong who attacked the Red Sun Dharma King earlier than many masters in the court.

The two of them got to know each other by heart and naturally talked very happily.

rumbling~

At this time, the sound of muffled thunder came from the horizon, and thick dark clouds rolled in, quickly blocking the sky.

There is moisture in the strong wind.

"It's raining"

Wang Jianglong stretched out his hand to touch the damp breeze and couldn't help but smile:

"The rain came just in time!"

The two landed on the top of a barren mountain one after another.

Not long after, lightning flashed and thundered over the mountains, dark clouds rolled, and heavy rain poured down, covering the forest fires that had been burning for seven or eight days.

It was pouring rain and the top of the mountain surrounded by water vapor, An Qisheng looked at the sky and couldn't help sighing.

The fire that stretches between the mountains cannot be extinguished even by the divine veins.

But under the power of this world, it was quickly suppressed.

With the completion of the qi channel, the true qi can connect with the spiritual qi of heaven and earth, and he feels more and more small.

It's no wonder that many masters in Jiufujie don't care about the polishing of their physique. No matter how powerful the physique is compared with the heaven and the earth, it is not worth mentioning.

"After this time, no one will dare to make a Daoist's idea again."

Wang Jianglong stood in the heavy rain.

He never withstood the heavy rain, and even spontaneously concealed his true energy and let the heavy rain wash away:

"That old man Yun originally asked me to correct the name of the Taoist priest, but I knew that the old man Yun had always been ignorant of people, so I ignored it. When I saw the Taoist priest today, I realized that the old man Yun was not completely blind!"

An Qisheng just smiled and didn't care.

He never felt that his reputation had an impact on him. I was just me. He couldn't control how others saw it, and he was too lazy to control it if he could.

After all, what drove the people in the martial arts to come here in an endless stream, just because he was the big devil who everyone shouted and beat?

If he was an eminent monk who was afraid of hurting the lives of ants by sweeping the floor, then no one would accept the bounty offered by the emperor of the imperial court?

I'm afraid more people will come.

"The rain is coming, I'm afraid it won't last"

Looking at the mountains where the rain was pouring down, Wang Jianglong frowned slightly, then cupped his hands and said:

"Wang went to put out the fire. If we meet again next time, I will drink 300 cups with the Taoist priest!"

"As long as you want!"

An Qisheng responded with a salute.

Wang Jianglong turned around and flew into the air, wrapped in the wind and rain, just like the dragon king clothed the rain, and flew straight into the burning fire in the heavy rain.

An Qisheng stopped in the rain for a long time, and then left floating.

The Dharma King of the Red Sun fought with people in the mountains of Liangzhou, and the fire that caused the fire became known to the world along with the beast tides around the world.

Countless people are still guessing whether this matter will attract the great masters to dispatch,

The matter of the blood demon An Qisheng smashing the divine veins with the body of the Qi veins, and beheading the Red Sun Dharma King in the mountains in one fell swoop, once again caused an uproar in the martial arts!

The Red Sun Dharma King has been famous for decades, and he is also a well-known big devil in the seventy-three states of Dafeng, and even in the martial arts of other countries.

Was he killed, or was he killed by a master of Qi pulse?

Countless people were shocked, and at the same time, they couldn't believe it. If it wasn't for the fact that the beggar gang leader Wang Jianglong said it himself, they all thought it was nonsense.

But it wasn't until the court's bounty was revoked that no one knew that this was true.

There was an uproar.

After the blood change Dacheng has been able to make a name for the city, the Qi pulse Dacheng has been able to shock a state, and it is famous all over the world.

Divine Vein masters are almost completely incomprehensible to the vast majority of people.

However, the legend of the masters of the divine veins has always been one person who formed an army, and few people do not know the legend.

For a time, An Qisheng's already hot reputation became even more famous, chasing after the top ten masters in the weapon spectrum.

Many martial arts people who originally gathered in Zhongzhou were scattered as birds and beasts.

Divine Vein is synonymous with invincibility in today's world, that Gorefiend can even kill An Qisheng and Divine Vein, how could they be opponents?

If that's the case, maybe people who are really interested in profit will come to the door, but with the revocation of the court's reward, naturally most people have no idea of ​​being his enemy.

Some of the 'heroes' who came in the name of avenging their friends were even more disgraced.

Of course, An Qisheng, who was rushing to Liangzhou to drive out the beast tide and returning to the mountain, did not know about these things.

roar~

Han Jiao roared, and a hundred miles roared.

The wild beasts in the mountains and plains shuddered when they heard the sound, and ran away screaming.

The instincts among the beasts allow them to ignore humans, but they cannot ignore the cold dragon flying above the sky and roaring fiercely.

Above the head of the dragon, An Qisheng stood with his hands behind his back, hunting in his robes.

It has to be said that the life force of this Han Jiao is tyrannical and inhuman. After being hit by Cao Tiangang and Dharma King Red Sun one after another, almost his brains were shaken out, and he was smashed to the ground several times from the sky, but he did not die.

Just like the Golden Eagle King who was pierced by Cao Tiangang, he was able to fly all the way back to Zhongzhou after being cut open.

Finding that the Han Jiao was not dead, with the mentality of using waste, he facilitated the use of the Ferris Wheel to subdue the Han Jiao when it was severely injured.

Although this Han Jiao has a ferocious nature, his spirituality is not low. If he was shot in succession, it would be difficult for him to subdue it.

In fact, this is also true. With the martial arts of the Red Sun Dharma King, it took a full twenty years to subdue him. If the Ferris Wheel is so miraculous, the Wheel Wheel King is already invincible in the world.

roar~

Seeing the beasts fleeing, Han Jiao let out another roar, a dive, and his breath exploded, causing countless beasts to tremble and threw down on the ground, feces and urine flowing.

This was flying triumphantly into the air.

But at this time, it suddenly found something strange.

I saw that under its fierce power, there were still beasts that did not kneel to show submission.

It was about to get angry when suddenly there was a cold snort from its head.

Suddenly a shiver, the arrogance disappeared.

An Qisheng lowered his eyes to look.

Standing among the beasts was a small donkey mixed with black and white.

This little donkey is ordinary, not a rare beast. It can be unmoved by the power of the Han Jiao, naturally because a person is sitting on its back at this time.

a monk.

A handsome young monk with red lips and white teeth in a moon-white robe.

At this moment, the little monk was holding a relic emitting a faint red light, and said to himself:

"Why is it only so bright?"

huh~

The air roared, Han Jiao lowered its huge head, An Qisheng paced down, stepping on the air like stepping on the ground.

"Little monk, we meet again."

An Qisheng smiled slightly, this little monk is naturally Huiguo.

A few months ago in the Snake King Mountain, he killed a mountain bandit for a donkey, and he also fought against the young monk Huiguo of Longxiangfa Temple.

Not compared to then, at this time, he could perceive the realm of this little monk at a glance.

He has condensed the meridians such as the hands, feet, trunk, etc., and it has become a small Zhoutian, but it has not been condensed. Obviously, he wants to achieve a large Zhoutian.

"Master Anshi."

Huiguo came back to his senses, although An Qisheng's white hair turned blue silk at this time, and the whole person seemed to be not much older than him, but he still recognized it at a glance.

He rolled over and got off the donkey, and at the same time as he rolled down, the little donkey also fell to the ground softly, his limbs twitching, his eyes rolled, but he fainted out of fright.

He held the reddish relic and walked around An Qisheng a few times, looking at the faint red light on it, and looked at An Qisheng puzzled:

"Master An has made great strides in the past year. Could it be because of the Demonic Art of Seizing Soul?"

Huiguo was very surprised.

In the past year, An Qisheng's name has been familiar to him. In fact, he has been looking for An Qisheng for several months.

He originally thought that An Qisheng was the real one who had practiced the Spirit Seizing Magic Art, so that he could be promoted at such a fast speed.

I just didn't expect that the red light above this relic was still so weak.

"Little monk, you are too rash."

An Qisheng glanced at the little monk who seemed to be a little stiff, and said lightly:

"With your martial arts, I can stab you to death with a single finger. Even if I have cultivated the Spirit Seizing Magic, what can you do?"

"It seems that Master An has not practiced this magic art."

Huiguo breathed a sigh of relief and folded her hands together:

"Even if Master An Shi really cultivated this magic art, he wouldn't kill the little monk."

"He has a heart?"

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows, his mind moved, and asked again:

"Now, so what?"

Seven hundred years ago, the Dragon Elephant Temple was also a major sect comparable to the Huangjue Temple and the Extreme God Sect, and the many martial arts it handed down were naturally very miraculous.

He had seen this martial art when he dreamed of Huiguo, and even learned it.

The other name is He Xintong, which means that after the Heart Sutra is condensed, he can perceive other people's good intentions and malicious martial arts.

"Master An Shi?"

Huiguo's eyes widened, quite surprised.

If he hadn't watched, he would have thought that there was no one in front of him.

He has been practicing for a long time, but he can't feel any emotion from him.

"The benefactor has such a profound xinxing cultivation base."

After being surprised, Huiguo expressed admiration.

"You can't live without a single thought."

An Qisheng shook his head.

There is no good or disgusting body, there are good and malicious movements, and Huiguo will detect good and evil if he fails to calm down. The Buddha's mind is clear, and he can't perceive it.

"Little monk, your relic has a good perception. The magic power of seizing the spirit is on me."

With a sigh ~www.readwn.com~ An Qisheng replied softly.

While speaking, he raised his eyebrows.

The words were not addressed to Huiguo, but to another monk who was pacing from far away.

It was a middle-aged monk who also wore a white moon robe.

His body is tall, straight and slender, his face is like a crown jade, his eyes are like morning stars, and his eyebrows are slender.

There is a saying that has been around for a long time.

It is said that there are few heroes in the world who are handsome, but none of the descendants of Longxiangfa Temple are ugly.

For seven hundred years, it has always been this way.

"Amitabha."

The middle-aged monk put his hands together and gave a slight salute:

"Little monk is blessed, I have seen the old benefactor."