The Great Tao Chronicle

On the Tianqi stage, Yang Jian bowed his head slightly, and some couldn't look directly at his teacher.

He asked himself that his talent was already at the top of Da Zhou, not to mention his peers, even if he looked at the past and present, few people in Yang Jian could surpass him.

Until his own teacher first taught him the 'Yuanyang Jiuzhuan', and then bestowed him the 'Saint True Monarch', the only bit of conceit in his heart was completely shattered.

Without him, it is really too obscure and difficult.

Compared with all kinds of outsiders who have never put their hearts into it but have achieved great success with one cultivation, how much more is it in heaven and earth?

Seeing Yang Jian's thoughts, An Qisheng looked down at the fire, and when he saw him bow his head, he asked indifferently, "Do you know why I didn't teach you my supernatural powers? So that you have a physical body comparable to a Buddhist golden body, but you have no supernatural powers to use?"

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"This... disciple doesn't know."

Yang Jian's heart was shocked, and then he lowered his head again: "Teacher, it must be for the sake of the disciple..."

He didn't know the difference in himself at first, and it was only after he met and talked with other cultivators that he realized that what he had learned was different from that of any cultivator.

It is not the right way of Taoism, Buddha, God, demon, devil, ghost, Confucianism, etc., nor is it a side door such as formation, sword, weapon, pill, and talisman.

Although he never opened his mouth to ask his master, it didn't mean that he didn't have doubts in his heart.

"God is the heart, supernatural powers are like heart powers, supernatural powers are just the outward manifestation of the heart, the higher the heart, the higher the supernatural powers... Yuanyang Jiuzhuan is praised by the body, and the position of the gods is the tempering of the mind. If all of them are accomplished, then the body and mind will be unimpeded, and the supernatural powers will be accomplished by themselves.”

An Qisheng spoke lightly.

Knowing Yang Jian's past and present life, he naturally knows that if he wants to break the biggest doom in his life and start a new life, what he needs is not just the amount of magical powers, but the strength of his mind.

Otherwise, even if he lived for thousands of years, he was just a ghost.

Because of this, Yang Jian, who is clearly already weak, is still '0' in the exploration of Daoyitu.

Without breaking this calamity, he wouldn't even exist!

Yang Jian seemed to understand, but he still kept it in his mind, digested it for a long time, and then asked: "Teacher, in recent years, every time the disciple enters meditation, he will realize some magical powers from heaven and earth. some truth in it?"

"All kinds of Dharma and Dao return to the sky, and there are all kinds of Dharma and magical powers in the dark. You realize that your understanding is acceptable, and you will know if it fits."

An Qisheng sighed in his heart, but didn't say much, just waved his hand to let Yang Jian step down.

A ray of spirituality carries all the Taos, running through ancient and modern times. All the magical powers and secrets in this world since ancient times are contained in the spirituality, but that is not something that can be easily realized.

The fit that Yang Jian said is naturally reasonable.

But at the root, there are some existences that he wants to realize.

If not, his comprehension is better than Yang Jian's, and he has already imprinted all the inheritance of this world in his heart.

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The divine light lingered on the Tianqi stage, and the raindrops turned into a little bit of cleverness slapped everywhere, making a rustling sound.

There seems to be a gathering of dark clouds, covering the sky, the wind will rise, and the rainstorm will come.

"Every time at the festival of sacrifice to the sky, there will be wind and clouds in all parts of Nanzhan, with the big week as the most, the heavy rain will not stop for several years, until after the sacrifice to the sky, the rain will be over and the sky will be sunny. exception......"

In the rising wind and rain, Long Xingyi's voice came from a distance. He walked up the steps like a mortal in the wind and rain, letting the wind and rain beat the tassel, imperial robe, sword hilt, dragon boots... ..

"Do you know, 40,000 years ago, what extinguished the flames of war that did not stop after Xia's annihilation?"

Stopping at the edge of Tianqi Platform, Long Xingyi slowly raised his head, and his eyes fell on the Taoist who was facing away from him: "It was a heavy rain that lasted for 333 years. That heavy rain almost drowned most of Nanzhan and completely drowned The fire of war in Nanzhan heaven and earth has also extinguished the fire of the united front of the ancestors of Dazhou, Daliang, and Yuhua three emperors..."

"This is the origin of sacrifice to heaven!"

Click!

The electric snake rolled away between the dark clouds, bringing a moment of light, and immediately, a deeper sense of depression.

"People say that you can climb high and look far, but the higher you stand, the more you will feel your own insignificance..."

Feeling the rain hitting his face, An Qisheng was touched.

The higher the height, the more difficult it is to walk, the deeper the cultivation base, the higher the realm, the more you can feel the insurmountable gap.

"Seeing the vastness of the world and knowing how small you are, at least it's better than not knowing how big or small!"

Long Xingyi took a few steps forward and looked side by side with An Qisheng, but there seemed to be boundless ups and downs in his flat tone: "I have not come easily in this life, and I don't want to bow down to anyone!"

Looking at the ink-colored sky, Long Xingyi seemed to have a raging fire in his heart.

The gods of the previous life have returned from the calamity, and the tragic collapse of the earth seems to flash before his eyes. In this life, he will never give his life and death to the "will of heaven".

An Qisheng glanced at the 'reborn' beside him, and said indifferently: "You must ask for something from others. You have given me all the books you have collected in the Great Four Thousand Years, but I don't know, what are you asking for?"

"call!"

Long Xingyi took a step back, flicked his sleeve robe, and fell to the ground: "The catastrophe is coming, I only hope that Mr. will help me, and help me Da Zhou!"

In his first life, he had never even worshiped the heavens and the earth once, and the gods and demons in the world never even looked at him. Only this worship was the only one he was willing to do.

In his previous life, he was imprisoned in a cage and could only be accompanied by a collection of books every day. Although his cultivation was ordinary, he was familiar with ancient history, and he had also experienced those turbulent years.

Deeply aware of the existence of the person in front of him.

The only record of him in ancient history is that "there is a different person who descends from the sky, spreads the law in the world, and has teaching without distinction".

But that single-handedly opened up the 'Yu', the first unified imperial dynasty in the years, the master who inherited Taoism and opened up Confucianism, sorted out the rules and regulations, and determined the rituals. .

The troll who steps on the ocean, with Xumi on his head, shakes the world...  

All are his disciples!

Among the ten divine powers recognized by countless people, with the exception of Huang Ji’s shocking world and the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, the other eight supernatural powers are all related to it!

This is the unparalleled giant who truly has the power to rebuild the universe.

Throughout the ages, compared to those who are higher, there are only those who have existed since the beginning of the world.

"help you?"

An Qisheng smiled noncommittally: "Since you know who I am, how can you expect me to help you?"

In a sense, everything in Da Xia has a great relationship with him, even if the relationship is a little worse, but there is still a love of incense.

"The demise of the previous dynasties did not depend on people, but on the sky! Xia Mie, even without Zhou, still has Daliang, Yuhua, without these two dynasties, there will be others! Da Zhou, at least inherits the legal system of the previous dynasties, and respects Confucianism more! "

Long Xingyi couldn't afford to pay his respects. Seeing that the Taoist was silent, he finally gritted his teeth and made a decision in his heart: "I have a word to show my intentions!"

"Oh?"

An Qisheng's eyes moved, and he didn't seem to expect Long Xingyi to make such a decision, including some surprise.

"I am not from this world, but from the future!"

"...I died that day, I never went to the netherworld, and I was never captured by anyone, just like a lonely soul wandering between heaven and earth...

I have seen the flames of war pervade the world, the Great Zhou and even the South, surrounded by the sky, the power of the gods is like a prison, just one finger, thousands of mountains will collapse, and all waters will dry up...

I have seen blood raining down, dyeing the mountains, rivers and lakes red, the prosperous places of Dazhou, all turned into wasteland, thousands of miles away, no human and animals, no tombs......

I saw the stars swaying, the gods calling the Tianhe, cleaning the heaven and the earth, countless monks, mortals in the water of the Tianhe, their flesh and blood became mud, and their souls were scattered...

Once, I just wanted to be alone, but now, I want to do something..."

Long Xingyi thought that he would feel reluctant to spit out the secret that he had hidden for thousands of years, but he didn't want to open his mouth.

The dusty soul gradually revealed its brilliance.

An Qisheng listened quietly, corresponding to what he knew one by one, until Long Xingyi let out a sigh of relief before he said: "It's so secretive, he must have been suppressed for a long time, why do you want to say it now?"

"Why say it..."

Long Xingyi was slightly stunned, and an obscure smile appeared on his face: "Perhaps, deep down in my heart, I also want to escape, and I also think that there is such a person who can support these things... "

Rarely, Long Xingyi showed a hint of weakness.

He originally thought that he had polished his soul to be indestructible, but it was only at this time, after analyzing his heart, that he gradually understood.

He is not as indestructible as he thinks.

If there is no other choice, he can only resist and die without regrets, but if he has no choice, there is always a touch of unrealistic hope in his heart...

"Xu, deep down in my heart, I also want to escape, and I also want to have someone who can support these things..."

Chewing Long Xingyi's words in his mouth, An Qisheng's heart was suddenly touched.

Long Xingyi is like this.

Why isn't he himself?

Xuanxing, Huangtian, gods, witch **** realm......

Compared with Long Xingyi, what he had in his heart was much more.

Long Xingyi can still ask for himself, but who can he ask for?

Amidst the fine raindrops, An Qisheng slowly closed his eyes, and after a long time, he opened them and regained his indifference.

"How do you want me to help you?"

......

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It has been raining for more than two years in the imperial capital. Even if the rain is not too heavy, the water flows out through the Jiujincheng District and flows vertically on the Panlong Peak, but it hangs upside down like a waterfall for thousands of miles, which is spectacular.

"This rain is too abnormal..."

Qiao Moke, who was wearing a single coat, walked out of the stable and looked at the cloudy sky, and his heart couldn't help but cast a shadow: "I don't know where I am..."

After a year or two, Qomoco's patience finally reached the limit.

He glanced at the strange beast spirit horse in the stable, turned around, turned into a streamer and fled away, and the many restrictions in the mansion could not trap him.

"Finally, can't stand it anymore?"

In the hazy fog, Lin Boxun stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Qiao Moke who had fled far away, he couldn't help licking the corner of his mouth: "Wanfa Chaozong, when the fortunes converged, these people with great fortunes, sure enough There was a change.”

The important affairs of the country lie in the sacrifice and the Rong, the former being more important than the latter.

This is especially true for Lin Boxun.

On the day of offering sacrifices to the sky, the world's luck will come one after another, and the connection between the earth and the sky is enough to suppress anyone with great luck!

If you want to carry out the act of 'borrowing your life', there is no other day that is more suitable than before and after the sacrifice to the heaven. Even those who carry pure blue and pure gold fate will not die on this day. .

Because, this is the time when the luck returns and the destiny changes!

Click!

Thunder Dragon rolled away, and the sky was bright, illuminating the Imperial City.

Everywhere in the imperial city, one after another ray of light penetrated the rain curtain and looked at the majestic imperial city.

I saw Thunder Dragon rolling away, rising from the sky, and the place where it was clinging was a high platform that was tens of thousands of meters high!

The azure color of the high platform is extremely solemn and grand, and it penetrates into the thundercloud like a ridge of the sky, and it seems to be higher than the sky!