The Great Tao Chronicle

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An Qisheng stood in the sky, his breath was calm like a deep pool, and he didn't see the violent blood he had done before.

But all those who looked at him only felt that the sky and the earth were magnificent, like a mountain in front of them, without seeing the subtleties, just looking at the outline, there was a sense of sacredness that could not be desecrated.

Involuntarily, great awe came into my heart.

"Hongxuan, Hongxuan... Five-color divine light..."

In the hideous ruins, Qing Wuzhu stared deeply at the figure in the sky, and the last ray of light in his eyes dimmed:

"I remember you..."

The voice was careless, like its body, it was scattered in the void by the wind.

huh~

The invisible streamer disappeared in a flash and disappeared into the void.

A dharma image of a primordial cultivator was smashed by the sky like this...

Yu Xuan, Wang Xuangan, and the others swayed their minds when they looked straight at them.

Only Lin Baimei fell into deep self-doubt.

He couldn't believe that the Taoist who held his hands in the sky at this time was the one he saw in Blue Mountain City a few months ago.

At that time, this Daoist Hongxuan was certainly strong, but he thought that it was not much different from himself.

But at this time, he saw that he defeated the primordial spirit method of the primordial cultivator with one blow, and he was the legendary king of supernatural powers.

Once upon a time, the little sect cultivator who he didn't even remember in his heart suddenly became the top master of Youzhou, Northwest Road, and even the entire Great Zhou.

This made him a little unacceptable.

"The door master..."

Staring at the silhouettes in the sky, Gong Yangyan's body was trembling, and all the thoughts in his heart were tumbling, and it was like a dream for a while.

This, how is this possible?

That is a great cultivator of the primordial spirit, a realm far beyond the reach of those with the highest cultivation for eight hundred years.

Just like this, was defeated by the owner of the house?

"Dharma Phase of Yuanshen..."

Naturally, An Qisheng didn't care how others viewed him, and when he lowered his eyes slightly, a pale golden brand formed in the depths of his eyes.

Among them, the Dao Patterns circulated, squirming like life, and there seemed to be a flickering image that had been seen before.

This is the imprint of the unrestrained Yuanshen.

The achievement of the primordial spirit has already begun to contain the information that he has scattered in the void. Even if he has the ability to dream, he needs to break its balance before searching for its information.

At the end of the war, the brand was formed.

Just right.

"roar~"

At this time, a low moan was heard from the ruins, and a white light swayed up into the sky.

Before he could react, he let out a neigh and rushed towards An Qisheng.

"Heaven and Earth Alien Species?"

An Qisheng restrained his thoughts, lifted it up, and firmly grasped the white light in his hand.

But it was the original image that was knocked back to its original shape with a single blow.

"A lot of strength."

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows slightly, only to feel that there was a dragon struggling in his palm.

The Emperor Heaven Realm is rich in spirituality, and it is very easy to cultivate spiritual species of spiritual birds. Among them, the Yuanxiang clan can be regarded as the top among them, and in legends, it is also second only to the dragon clan of spirit beasts.

In particular, its physical strength can even be compared with the dragon clan.

Among the information he searched for, there were also many records about this primordial image. According to legend, this primordial image cannot be subdued unless he is a person of high moral character.

Especially in Confucianism, the status is extremely high, comparable to several ancient spirit species.

"Roar~ Roar~"

The jade-like little guy roared and struggled, completely forgetting himself.

Primordial Elephant is extremely powerful, and if it hadn't been hit twice, An Qisheng's casual grab would have been able to break free.

"Bai Yu!"

At this time, Zeng San, who had recovered from the shock, let out a soft cry, and an invisible force filled the air, calming the restless Bai Yuyuanxiang.

"Old, sir?"

Bai Yuyuan woke up like a dream, only to find that he was pinched by a Taoist at his fingertips, and he was about to struggle again.

huh~

An Qisheng flipped his palm and flicked his fingers. The little guy couldn't stand it. With a loud cry, he flew towards Zeng San who was above the carriage.

Zeng San caught the small thing, just got up, bowed and saluted: "This time, Daoist Lao Hongxuan rescued him, someone Zeng will remember it in his heart, and there will be a later report."

"No need to be polite, old man."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly, and said calmly, "I have something to ask for this time."

Although Confucianism is not included in the "two holy places, three emperors and seven sects", it is a strong sect in Nanzhan and even in the four continents, and it is even more prominent.

The interference of many sects in the human world is not as good as that of the Confucian "sage" Tao.

Whether he wants to trace back the disappearing years, or retrieve many fragments of his own primordial spirit, he can use the land of Confucianism.

"Even so, the ceremony cannot be abandoned."

Zeng San bowed three times before getting up: "That Wuwanghai is backed by the Wanlong Nest Master. Although the strength is average, the trouble is not small. No matter why the daoist made his move, the old man will also be deeply impressed."

An Qisheng nodded, no more words, falling into the sky and returning to the top of the barren mountain where he originally sat cross-legged.

Zeng San put down the primordial image, stepped out one step, and landed on the barren mountain.

"The door master..."

Looking at the two people on the barren mountain, Gong Yangyan hesitated, wanting to remind his sect master not to get involved in these sects.

After thinking about it, the master of his own family has already cultivated his primordial spirit, and he only needs to go to the place of the 'Wanfa Chaozong', not to mention the replacement of the 'Brahma Martial Dao' to become the master of the Northwest Dao.

At least, it can overthrow the 'Tiangang Gate' and become the Lord of Youzhou.

In this way, backed by the Great Zhou Dynasty, unless you offend the Taoist Palace, the Second Holy Land of Sumeru, you don't need to be afraid of other forces, right?

After thinking about this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at the messy mountains, and his head suddenly hurt again.

The power of Yuanshen collision, even if it is only a trivial aftermath, is a natural disaster for ordinary people.

Even if Yu Xuan and the others tried their best to protect them, the newly repaired wooden city collapsed more than half...

huh~

The barren mountains are in ruins. Where the blood of Yuanxiang was splashed before, the vegetation, sand and stones evaporated. From here, the blood-colored grand canyon that was thousands of miles long was like a forbidden place for living beings.

"Sit down, sir."

An Qisheng made a move, and a stone table and chair emerged from the ground.

His realm does not fall, and once the inspiration is available, all kinds of supernatural powers will come back on their own. Naturally, there is no need for such a cultivator to follow a step-by-step manner.

"Fellow Daoist is polite."

Zeng San straightened his clothes first, then lifted the hem of his clothes, sat upright, and saw that the stone table was empty, he flicked his sleeves, and took out a plain yellow wine jug:

"Yellow citrus wine is made of citrus cultivated in pure water from all over the world. Its quality is extremely high and its fragrance is superior. Immortal wine is not comparable to it, and it is considered a treasure."

After all, pour a cup for An Qisheng.

An Qisheng took it and shook it slightly, only to feel the aroma of the wine, although the aura was not strong, the smell was good, he couldn't help nodding:

"It's really good wine."

After several months of combing, An Qisheng already knew a lot about this world.

On the surface, the cities of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and even the other two imperial dynasties, and even the entire world, seem to be compared to the floating world, and the human world is no different.

But this is one party after all, except for the years that were deliberately erased, the great world of inheritance has never been broken.

Above the mundane, there is another world that mortals cannot touch and understand.

For ordinary people, such a pot of yellow citrus wine is a treasure that can cure all diseases, live the dead, and prolong life.

But for monks, it's just drinks.

The two sat down and drank a few drinks each. An Qisheng took the lead: "I heard that Wuwanghai is far above the North Sea. What did the old gentleman do to make them pursue all the way here?"

Earth Immortal Dao is a vast world, with East Sheng, South Zhan, West He, North Ju all around, and east, west, north, south, and four seas.

Heaven above, ghosts below.

Collectively known as the Four Continents and Four Seas, the Three Realms of Heaven.

Among them, although Beihai is not far from Nanzhan, it is only relative.

Even if it is a great cultivator of Yuanshen who can move tens of thousands of miles, it is not so easy to cross.

"Wuwanghai is under the jurisdiction of Wanlong's Nest. It is naturally the order of Wanlong's Nest to chase and kill me so far. The Wanlong's Nest is extremely powerful, and it is not much worse than Dazhou. According to legend, the contemporary dragon master has been trained. The candle dragon dharma body has sky-high strength. Wuwanghai naturally dare not disobey his orders."

Zeng San didn't hide anything, and said calmly: "I went to Beihai a few years ago to find the Master's footprints, but I accidentally killed dozens of dragons, and was severely injured by the dragon master's blow."

"Fashen?"

An Qisheng moved in his heart.

When he came to this world, the only Dharma body he saw was Daoren Lu, who he had spied on the fate of his life.

In the Daoyitu system, the dharma body, also known as the earth immortal, is a three-star!

Looking at this world, he is already a top figure.

"Fellow Daoist Hong, don't worry. The emperor of the contemporary Great Zhou is more powerful than the gods, and even the dragon master would never dare to enter the Great Zhou lightly."

Saying that, Zeng San also had a bit of bitterness on his face: "If not, unless the old man can realize the 'great river,' I am afraid that it will be explained in the vast ocean of the North Sea."

Cultivation is like ascending to the sky, one step at a time.

Just as there is a huge difference between the 9th Rank of Jindan, the difference between the three Primordial Spirit sacrifices is even greater.

Dharma image, Dharma body, Manifestation.

Primordial Spirit only has three sacrifices, 'Heaven, Earth, and Human', but the gap between each rank is like a cloud of mud!

The dharma is also known as a human immortal, and the dharma body is already an earth immortal!

Although he has already stepped into the realm of 'Dharma Sign', unless he can find the 'Horran River', the king of Confucian supernatural powers that is as famous as the five-color divine light.

Otherwise, ~www.readwn.com~ will not be able to fight the Ten Thousand Dragons Nest Master at all.

'The primordial spirit of heaven and earth, manifested as a heavenly immortal. In this way, the current emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty is already at the level of the gods? ’

An Qisheng thought in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face: "Has the great river of Confucianism also broken its inheritance?"

"The Ten Divine Abilities under the Sage, except for the "Seven Treasures Mysterious Art" and "The Emperor's Surprising World", most of them have been cut off. The Ding Yi dragon shape is like the three or three styles, the five-color divine light is like this, and the vast river is like this."

Zeng San hesitated, but seemed to have scruples.

Seeing that something was wrong, An Qisheng couldn't help asking, "But what's wrong?"

"Speaking of which, fellow Daoist is the descendant of the Five Colors Divine Light, have you ever heard of a legend passed down from the previous dynasty?"

Zeng San poured a glass of wine for the two of them, and just then looked at An Qisheng, who frowned slightly, with an inexplicable tone:

"According to legend, before Daxia, there was a man who came from outside the sky, and the disciples King Yu, Peacock, and the master also asked him for advice..."