The Great Tao Chronicle

Dafeng rises, travels all over the world, travels the four seas, and enters the Jedi, not to measure the world, but to hide the world and enter the heart.

Thirty-three months, An Qisheng walked the road that ordinary people can't finish in a lifetime.

In the end, he came to the Hanlong Inn, went up to the third floor alone, and leaned against the window to drink. No one knew that this old man who seemed to be very old was the Taoist king who had reigned in the world for the first sixty years.

Even the proprietress, who is now older than he looks, can't tell.

An Qisheng put down the wine glass, opened his palm slowly, and a ray of light flickered on his fingertips. The light was not very dazzling, and the outlines of each other seemed to be the entrance to another world.

Vaguely, you can see flowers and trees, mountains and rivers.

And, a emaciated monk with his eyes closed and waiting to die.

That's the wheel king.

At this time, the wheel-turning king's spirit was dim, like a candle that was about to burn out. He looked not only thin, but almost disappeared.

The battle between the two had ended as early as the first fight, but his divine will or Yinshen had been trapped for thirty-three months.

His divine will is extremely tyrannical, and he has already outlined his own Buddhist kingdom.

But at this time, he was almost out of fuel.

Daoist Wangquan did nothing but cut off the connection between his spirit and heaven and earth. He was already dying, and he would be completely destroyed.

The Wheel King slowly raised his head and looked at the sky:

"What exactly do you want, Brother Daoist?"

His xinxing practice is extremely high, and even though he is about to pass away now, he is still calm and peaceful, without the slightest distraction.

"Just make a try."

An Qisheng's eyes were flat.

After the enlightenment of the Five Qi Chaoyuan, his spiritual flesh has been highly unified, and the spiritual world can almost exist in his body.

The higher the spiritual realm, the greater the nutrition required.

In Jiufujie, there is the support of heaven and earth aura, but nothing can be noticed. However, Xuanxing is a real place without spirit, and another way must be found.

The Wheel Runner King is a master in the long-floating world, and his spiritual practice is second only to him. It is naturally the most suitable for him to try it out.

He isolated the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and sure enough, after only thirty-three months, the spiritual Buddha country of the wheel-runner king had collapsed and was almost wiped out.

After more than 100 years of practice, he couldn't last even 33 months.

In fact, if it is a real place of absolute spirituality, the time will be even shorter.

"Is there a result?"

asked the runner king.

He is very smart. Although An Qisheng didn't reveal the slightest bit, he also knew that he was preparing for the possibility of going to a Jedi with no spiritual energy.

It's just that he couldn't understand why he would make such an attempt.

After Tianmen, is it still a place of death?

"There are some clues, how to do it, and I have to try it myself."

Speaking, An Qisheng sighed:

"After all, I am ten times stronger than you, and the difference is still very big."

""

The wheel-turning king has a momentary light and extinction, almost disappearing into ashes.

"That's it, that's it."

After An Qisheng sighed lightly, he tilted his palm and released the restraint.

The Wheel King did not move, and asked:

"Brother Dao, are you not afraid of the trouble of Xiao Monk looking for Wang Quandao again?"

"The reincarnation of Wheel Wheeling is not a real reincarnation, and it will not be you who will come back again, and it will not be able to achieve your current achievements."

An Qisheng flicked his fingers, and a streamer had disappeared into the sand:

"When your reincarnation comes back, whoever is looking for trouble may be uncertain."

The divine will of pure yang will also be wiped out, and the undamaged golden body will also decay. There is no way to live forever in the Jiufujie.

Unless, after Tianmen is really the fairyland where everyone can live forever.

Heaven and man are still like this, how can the divine will of the divine veins be immortal?

The secret method of Zhuanlun Temple is just to find the most suitable child's "reincarnation", but it is not oneself and needless to say, the pollution of the self-wisdom light is destined to become weaker and weaker.

Even, become a stepping stone to the achievement of others.

An Qi grew up and raised his glass to the heaven and the earth:

"Farewell, Jiufujie!"

The endless grotesque flashed by.

An Qisheng stood in the middle, looked around, and as far as his eyes could see, there was no sky, no earth, no sun, no moon, no stars, the strange appearances, the infinitely complex light and shadow flickered and circulated. Can't see anything.

It seemed that in just a moment, he felt the familiar breath again.

That is, Xuan Xing's breath!

"One Picture"

Between thoughts, An Qisheng perceives the Tao Yitu in the depths of his soul.

Above the quaint picture scroll, the warm light flows like water, and it seems to be much brighter than before.

As he thought about it, the words on it appeared:

【An Qisheng】

[Shouyuan: 29? Status: In good condition]

[Specialty: Big Dreams and Thousands of Autumn Tai Chi Sanshou]

[Treasure: King Power Sword]

[Track of this life: Unpredictable]

[Dao Strength: 1,240,000 points]

In the past ten years, he has learned almost all the martial arts of the predecessors in the long-floating world, and has laid the foundation of his own martial arts.

Compared to the desolation, it can be said to be turned upside down.

However, compared to Dao strength, what is more important is that as his divine will grows stronger, the source of the loss has also been made up, and the injury of the source has been healed without medicine.

With a thought, the text on the Daoyi map disappeared.

"Tongzhengyang"

An Qisheng felt a ripple in his heart.

Tong Zhengyang, there is no doubt that he is a person with great luck and can travel through time and space. Such an opportunity will last tens of thousands of years before and after floating in the world, but he is only one person.

In fact, the universe is boundless, with countless stars.

However, it is indescribable to be able to fall to Xuanxing, such a prosperity of luck.

If it falls into outer space, even with the strength of the Qi pulse, it is impossible to survive for long.

Waiting for this side, he waited for a Jiazi.

Sixty years of planning, it's finally time to pay off

heavy rain,

jungle,

king sword,

Tong Zhengyang, who was seriously injured with a broken arm, Daoist Juechen, whose color changed from a thousand meters away, the flames burning farther away, and the smoke of gunpowder in the heavy rain.

An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes and saw everything around him.

I also saw the qi wave and fist wind that Tong Zhengyang set off in the heavy rain.

It's just that Tong Zhengyang, who used to be invincible to him, now seems too weak and too weak.

Even though he was stronger than all the Qi channels three thousand years ago, in his eyes, he was still too weak.

As the rain curtain rose, he slowly raised his hand, and the King Quan Sword in his body let out a soft cry, and moved with it, gathering his arms to reach the five fingers.

Cancan Jianmang slowly lights up.

Then,

The five white fingers passed through the rain curtain, and in Tong Zhengyang's unbelievable eyes, he firmly caught the fierce and domineering punch.

Boom!

In an instant, thunderclouds rolled in the sky, and thunder and lightning struck.

The dancing Thunder Snake instantly illuminated the night sky, and also illuminated Tong Zhengyang's scorched and twisted face.

An Qisheng looked indifferent.

Although he had many plans for Tong Zhengyang, it was not something he could do when he came to Xuanxing.

He will not forget that in the original trajectory, Tong Zhengyang caused the catastrophe of Xuanxing, and countless people were buried in his hands.

boom!

The wind wave opened the rain curtain.

The invisible energy spreads inch by inch, and the earth full of mud and water cracks open.

In an instant, an endless crisis arose in Tong Zhengyang's heart.

An indescribable horror descended upon his heart, and then exploded like a thunder!

At this moment, his body, his soul, and every tiny part of him were all wailing and moaning in despair.

I will die!

I will die!

how is this possible?

How can this be?

What the **** happened to him?

Even if Wang Quanjian recognizes the master, how can a person in the land of absolute spirituality be able to mobilize the magic soldiers of the town that has been inherited for three thousand years?

He has been lurking for decades, endured unimaginable humiliation, served Wang Quandao for 30 years, and suffered countless hunts and kills, and even ended up in a land of absolute spirituality.

Being bombarded, burned, eating carrion, eating gastric juice, lurking in the whale's stomach for months, disturbed by countless ants

He suffered so much and paid so much to make a wedding dress for this kid?

Why?

Why? !

I'm not reconciled!

Tong Zhengyang's eyes were bloodshot, and he opened his mouth, and the wind mixed with rain had poured into his trachea.

Couldn't even spit out a word.

Then, under the impact of an indescribable force, his feet instantly left the ground.

Countless wounds all over his body spurted blood, his bones and muscles shattered in an instant, and the sound of a cannonball rang out, and the whole person flew across the rain curtain like mud.

All ambition, all arrogance, were all swept away.

Death fills everything.

Do people see the past before they die?

Tong Zhengyang did not know.

He didn't even want to know about it.

But at this moment, the past events flashed through his mind one by one.

Countless memories of the impoverished childhood, the joyful Ren Xia in youth, the little fame in youth, and the fame in middle age emerge.

Jiannan Prefecture, Yanhua Prefecture, Daqing Kingdom, the world

Stealing martial arts is difficult and dangerous, the youth is budding, the anxiety when encountering a woman who admires, the unwillingness of the woman after marrying her brother, the anger and the madness after killing her brother and sister-in-law.

The joy after the ambition of conspiring to King Quanjian is achieved, and the despair of being chased by Wang Quandao

After a desperate life, the unwillingness to come to the land of absolute spirit, the anger of being ambushed and killed by a group of ants

Throughout his life, all the love and hatred of UU reading www.uukanshu.com flashed in one thought.

In the end, it turned into a pair of indifferent, deep, vicissitudes of life.

Tong Zhengyang's heart trembled violently, and the distance between the front and back was only a few breaths. This kid had undergone a change that turned the world upside down!

In a trance, he seemed to have seen the 33rd-generation Daoist Wang Quan he had visited before!

At the last moment when the endless darkness enveloped the mind, Tong Zhengyang heard that inexplicable sigh:

"Thanks for your hard work"

What hard work?

Who worked hard?

What is he saying?

Countless questions flashed in an instant, and then, complete darkness descended, drowning his mind completely.

Then, the body like a rag bag fell into the mud.