The Great Tao Chronicle

hum!

The giant sound resounded throughout the world, the sky was turbulent like the sea for a while, and the wind howled like a tidal wave, rolling in all directions, blowing in all directions.

The earth-shattering sound of the explosion disappeared in a flash, and the palm of the five-colored intertwined hand actually held the pagoda pagoda formed by the supernatural powers in the palm of the hand!

The huge palm is large and complete, and under the interweaving of five colors, it can be seen that it is like the knuckles of mountains, and the lines on it are like the gaps between mountains and rivers.

As boundless as the sky, as thick as the earth.

Between the palm of your hand, it is like the mountains and rivers of the world, all-encompassing and covering everything!

Five-color divine light? !

In the gluttonous wind that was enough to tear the void, Fan Wu twitched violently, not because he was injured by the gluttonous wind, but his heart was shaking, and he couldn't help himself for a while.

The moment when the five colors appeared, he had completely occupied his perspective, and as far as he could see, there was a sea of ​​five colors.

How could he not know the five colors of light?

Tens of thousands of years ago, the Great Zhou Taizu and others discussed the supernatural powers in the world, and rated the kings of the top ten supernatural powers in ancient and modern times.

But apart from the Great Zhou Taizu, no one has really seen these ten supernatural powers.

Even if he traveled all over the four continents and four seas, walked for six days, went to the Taoist Palace, and climbed Xumi, he never really saw the king of the ten great supernatural powers.

He never imagined that the five-color divine light that he had never seen once in the world tens of thousands of years ago would actually be seen at this moment!

"The world is like this, fortunately or unfortunate?"

Pressing the giant pagoda between heaven and earth with one palm, An Qisheng had no joy in his heart, nor did he care about Fan Wuyi's shocked reaction, he just stared at Changtian and sighed in his heart.

More than just being blessed by Emperor Heaven Realm?

To unite all worlds to enshrine one world, the potential of this world is far greater than any world he has experienced.

Born in this world, infected with spiritual power, people can practice cultivation, plants and trees become spirits, animals and birds become demons, and even those who do not practice cultivation can live as long as three hundred.

The spiritual machine of this world is like qi and god, and it can deduce the evolution of all things. It also contains all kinds of Taoist charms, which is the medium of inheritance of this world.

From ancient times to the present, all Dharma and Dao.

Even if there is no successor and no words are written, but anyone with a high level of comprehension can comprehend the cut-off inheritance from the inspiration!

Practitioners in this world are by no means a wisp of inspiration, and the Dao and Dharma in it are boundless!

Therefore, for those who are truly talented in this world, there is absolutely no bottleneck in cultivating the spiritual path of this world.

Just like on the mysterious star, the only thing that limits your knowledge of all kinds of information is the quality of your material.

It is precisely because of this that a wisp of spiritual power that is vented into the lower realm can completely subvert the inheritance of the human world, and instead, distort the will of the whole human world!

And only when he really came into contact with the spirit of this world, could he understand why a person as strong as Gu Changfeng who possessed the power of Taoism, could not get rid of the poison of spirit.

Because what he has to face is by no means the twisted will of the human world, and there is this ray of inspiration that is enough to crush the sky of the ancients.

It originates from the wisdom, supernatural powers, and mysteries of all the arrogant people, all races and spirits in the ancient and modern world of the Emperor Heaven.

One person's amazing talent is absolutely brilliant, how can he overwhelm all the talents of the past and present for hundreds of millions of years?

Even, since they came into contact with Lingji, their own Dao and Dharma will also be inherited by Lingji!

Until the end, what they have to face is themselves plus all the heroes of the past and present. How can they have a chance of winning?

The cultivation of the emperor has reached the limit in the true sense of "the predecessors planted the trees and the later generations enjoy the shade". The ease of cultivation is far above the world of ten thousand suns.

It is a pity that success is also clever, and defeat is also clever.

Attaching to the way of others, no matter how tightly you hold it, there will eventually be a gap. For ordinary people, it is naturally flawless, but for An Qisheng.

The loophole is too big.

"This... how could it be?"

Fan Wuyi was shocked.

The five-colored palms ripped apart the Daoguang, and the moment he held his 'Eight Treasures Buddha Pagoda' magical power, an indescribable force completely enveloped him and the void.

This force does not know where it comes from. It is not from the outside to the inside, but from the inside to the outside, acting on any small and small part of the body!

It seems that in the next moment, from the most subtle level, I will completely erase myself from the world!

"what!"

An unprecedented huge shadow filled the mind, and under the indescribable oppression, Brahma Wuyi broke out completely.

A low roar does not need to be transmitted in the void, it has already resounded through the four poles of the universe, and it is boundless, shaking the mountains and rivers for tens of thousands of miles in an instant.

Tens of thousands of miles of mountains, rivers and the earth trembled violently, and countless soil, sand and stones were shaken up into the sky.

Above the many cities in the shock, the light of the formation turned on and off several times, and I don't know how many people were terrified and didn't know what happened.

Even in the mountains, the practitioners in the world were disturbed, and when they looked from a distance, they were all horrified and pale.

It's been thousands of miles away.

Gong Yangyan and others who were close at hand even retreated again and again. Hare Ha was better, and the hooves of the big donkey were weak, and they couldn't stand up for a long time.

The one-eyed cat that was thrown into the mud had even more hair standing on end, its body shivering, and the one-eyed was full of fear and fear.

hum!

Under the huge palm, the Eight Treasures Buddha Pagoda, which spanned between heaven and earth, suddenly trembled with this low roar.

The divine light burst out, the sound of Buddha, Chan singing, dragon chant, killing... All of the divine light exploded at once, and all the divine light burned, boiling the sky for a while.

And earlier than the sound of all the gods, it was the lifelike statue on the Buddha Pagoda like a mural!

Yaksha, Asura, Garuda, Heavenly Man, Dragon Congregation...

They all stepped forward, raised their eyebrows, and glared angrily.

"Live, really live..."

Seeing the humming of the giant tower, the various divine figures on it rose into the sky with one after another divine power, and Gong Yangyan and others who were looking from a distance were all shocked.

Lifelikeness and real life are two completely different concepts!

Although Gong Yangyan's cultivation level is not high, over the past few months, under the guidance of An Qisheng, his realm has improved by unknown amount.

At this time, this fairy art, or in other words, the various magical powers that make up this fairy art, actually came to life!

According to legend, such a scene is also called 'Fa has Yuan Ling'!

Don't do it without being strong!

boom!

click!

hum!

Zheng!

All the gods resounded.

One after another silhouettes soared into the sky, waving all kinds of magic soldiers, Buddha treasures, bursting out a long river of magical powers enough to tear the sky.

If you want to bypass the palms intertwined with five colors, you can directly kill the Taoist who is standing in the sky with his hands behind his back!

"In vain..."

An Qisheng lowered his eyes and sighed softly, and with a trembling of his five fingers, he pinched the Eight Treasures Buddha Pagoda into a divine light and threw it flying.

Then, press down.

The knuckles are like mountains, filling the sky and the earth, covering everything, and the mighty breath flows down with it, like the sky is overwhelmed, like the starry sky descending.

call!

Air howling.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, the shocking collision they imagined did not happen.

The palm that traverses the sky hangs down gently, as big as mountains and rivers, and the five fingers rise or fall, disappear or hit, not like a burst of supernatural powers, but like a world-shattering song composed of this heaven and earth.

Just press down flat.

That one after another, or the Buddha's light lingering, or the dragon's roar, or the terrifying supernatural power river, disappeared silently between the five fingers, under the palm of the hand!

Even if Gong Yangyan and the others were watching this battle without the slightest distraction, they didn't see how the torrent of supernatural powers disappeared.

Even Brahma Wuyi, who bears the brunt of all the oppression, cannot see it!

"Five colors of divine light, nothing is brushed..."

Fan Wuyi's pupils contracted and swelled violently, and there were too many doubts in his heart, and too many unwillingness to vent.

But the downward movement of this palm seems to be extremely slow, but it seems to transcend time and space, so fast that it is unimaginable.

Even if his divine will burns to the limit, he can only watch helplessly.

Looking at the small ants-like Yakshas, ​​Asuras, Garudas, angels, and dragons under the five fingers, they were like mosquitoes stuck in cobwebs.

It trembled at first, and then, like the torrent of all kinds of supernatural powers, it disappeared into the palm of the hand.

In the end, it was dark in front of him, and the endless darkness covered him down, completely drowning his world.

"Good one, the king of supernatural powers..."

At the last moment, Fan Wuyi suddenly calmed down, the sound of disappointment drifted away with the wind, and disappeared in a few moments.

call!

If the knuckles of a mountain are still hanging down, their speed is even slower, and it takes only a few moments to reach the earth from the sky.

And as his palm prints landed, the turbulent clouds and turbulent winds in the sky, the boiling and burning vitality, and the ripples of divine light flying in all directions,

Even the earth that trembled like a drum surface was completely calmed down.

Until the palm print dissipated, the sky and the earth were already calm.

call!

The last ray of wind disappeared into the palm of the five fingers folded.

In the sky, An Qisheng lowered his eyes and looked down, the grass and trees above the wasteland of thousands of miles were flat, and the hard and flat field was dug out of new soil, and it was faintly visible that the dragons were creeping.

The wilderness is still the wilderness, but the ancient city where it was originally located has disappeared without a trace as the bubble is pierced, and there is no trace of it.

Only the chariot parked in the city was vaguely visible in the dust.

"Cough cough~~~"

In a messy field, the ragged Gong Yangyan coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and smiled bitterly at the damaged robe.

He also didn't care about the damaged vestments~www.readwn.com~ took three and two steps forward, crossing the void to An Qisheng.

"Door, doormaster?"

Before looking at the ruins, he stretched out his hand to pick up a handful of soil and let An Qisheng flow from his fingers. Gong Yangyan was full of doubts and swallowed half of it:

"You, you killed him..."

Yang Yang was worried.

The reason why Brahma Martial Dao has been able to hold it even today, when it has been declining for tens of thousands of years, is by no means without background of hundreds of millions of herdsmen.

If this is really the remnant soul of Brahma Wuyi, then the problem is big!

"If the obsession left by a manifesto can be easily killed and wiped out, it will not wait for today..."

Flattening his palm, letting the sand between his fingers drift away with the wind, An Qisheng lowered his eyes to the palm of his hand. A faint light flickered, and it seemed that the city in his palm was looming:

"The method of your mustard seeds is too ordinary!"