The Great Tao Chronicle

Huhuhu~

In the dark night, the doors and windows of the room were all opened, and large streams of air flowed out from them, leaving traces in the night.

In the room, An Qi's skin was red and crystal clear, and the blood flowed in the blood vessels like beautiful jade.

His body kept shaking, as if some terrifying existence wanted to break out of his body.

Gudong~

At a certain moment, a sound like a big stone falling into a deep well came out.

The ruddy on An Qisheng's body slowly faded.

Open your eyes, color reappears, light comes back.

An Qisheng quietly felt that at this moment, it seemed like two hearts were beating in his body at the same time.

The chest beats, the blood is rolling, the abdomen beats, and the infuriating qi becomes more and more turbulent.

An ordinary martial artist needs ten months to condense the seed of true qi. He has already condensed it initially, and it only takes a few days to cultivate it, and then he is done.

"True Qi, Qi pulse"

An Qisheng's eyes were bright.

His physique is inhuman, his combat power is tyrannical, and the improvement of his pure qi seeds is extremely limited.

Because the additional attack of infuriating energy is almost negligible compared to his own aura.

However, the condensation of the Seed of True Qi means that he has truly entered the essence of the martial arts of the Jiufujie.

The condensing of Qi veins is the display of the true power of Jiufujie Martial Dao.

Only after the Qi veins are condensed, the True Qi can permeate the body, use its own True Qi to stimulate the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, and then burst out with a destructive power far exceeding the True Qi.

Such as Huiguo's Dragon Elephant Vajra Mahamudra, it is only possible to construct a vein of true qi leading to the hand in the body before it can be displayed. The horizontal practice of the dragon elephant body requires many qi veins in the whole body to condense into a perfect one. Only a small Zhou Tian that is running can become a big one.

Others, such as Xue Chaoyang's seven magic swords of the wolf, Yun Dongliu's chivalrous sword, Yuntang's Jingtao palm, Tongzhengyang's Tianlong wandering immortal steps, the big mudra that covers the sky, the palm of silence, the method of crossing the sky, the celestial finger , Magic Sound Fist, Shattering Knife and other powerful martial arts.

Only after condensing their respective Qi channels can they be used.

huh~

At this time, as An Qisheng flicked his sleeves, the human skin roll flew out.

"You, you are the only way to condense the seed of true qi?"

The scrawled handwriting on the human skin scroll showed the shock of the consciousness behind it.

You must know that it has been circulated in the world for seven hundred years, and there are not many people who have obtained it, but those who can really see it must be extremely tyrannical.

Not to mention the initial condensation of the divine veins, at least it should be the completion of the Qi veins.

This person has a strong aura and a strong spirit, but he didn't even condense the seeds of true qi before?

"It seems that my guess is good. Your perception of the outside world is very limited."

An Qisheng picked up the human skin roll and said lightly.

In the dark room, an old Taoist priest with white hair held a human skin and muttered to himself, inexplicably strange.

"You are weird."

The handwriting appeared again on the human skin scroll:

"You guessed it right, I really can't clearly perceive the outside world, but in this state, even if I can clearly see the outside world, so what?"

Words speak for themselves.

From the text on it, An Qisheng seemed to be able to perceive the loneliness and unwillingness after this human skin scroll.

Seven hundred years of being locked in a human skin roll like a prison, no matter how strong a person's spirit is, there will be all kinds of negative emotions.

This person is not crazy, An Qisheng is already quite admired.

"Your Ferris wheel is really exquisite."

An Qisheng's voice changed, and he said Ferris Wheel.

The martial arts on the Human Skin Scroll is indeed extraordinary, and it can condense not one kind of True Qi, but six kinds, and any one of them can reach the peak state.

Compared with the same level of the Heavenly Destroying Spiritual Sutra, there are five more chances of trial and error.

This is rare.

"Subtle? Just subt?"

Human Skin Scroll responds:

"On the day when my sect's magic is accomplished, I will be invincible in the world! If you can find my Ferris wheel, it will be the reappearance of the soldier, and it may not be impossible to compete."

"It may not be impossible to see that your reverence for the Eight Great Soldiers has not worn off for seven hundred years."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

Even ruthless words are so unconvincing, how tyrannical is the soldier master?

"Awe? Hahaha! More than awe? It's an unforgettable fear!"

On the human skin scroll, the writing was a little cold:

"You haven't tried a thousand cuts, and even your spirit has been lingered. How can you know the mood of this seat?"

The consciousness in the human skin roll does not hide his fears.

Facing your fears is the best way to deal with them.

"indeed so."

An Qisheng agreed and said:

"Then if I told you that someone desperately killed a soldier, what would you think?"

"Impossible! How is it possible!"

The human skin scroll trembled, and the handwriting 'Swish' appeared on it:

"Who? Who can fight to the death of the soldier? Which soldier? How did he die? Tell me, who did such a shocking act?!"

The handwriting on the human skin scroll was very shocking, as if it broke his cognition.

'It seems that nothing like this has happened for tens of thousands of years, so how did Huang Fu do it? ’

'Heaven's Breathing Technique? ’

An Qisheng stroked his beard, his eyes flickering.

He realized that he had fallen into a misunderstanding.

Based on Huang Fu's performance at this time, he couldn't help but underestimate him. It is not correct to define the future Huang Fu based on his performance at this time.

Han Xin, who can even endure the humiliation of the crotch, if there is no subsequent deeds, just look at the time when he crawled on the crotch, isn't he just a cowardly and cowardly waste?

But the humiliation under the crotch is him, and it is also him who will trap the overlord in ambush in the future.

"You, tell me! Who is it? Which soldier?"

The human skin was squirming in the palm of his hand, interrupting An Qisheng's thoughts.

"You want to know, in exchange for the complete secret of the Ferris Wheel."

An Qisheng responded lightly.

The Human Skin Scroll immediately fell silent.

An Qisheng didn't care either, and put away the human skin roll.

Although he is interested in this Ferris wheel method, he does not necessarily have to take the initiative to say it.

Although I have never dreamed of a parchment scroll, but using him as a medium, I might be able to get a glimpse of the memory of the big skyscraper 700 years ago.

huh~

He got up and got out of bed and walked out the door. At this time, the darkness was fading away, and the red sun was about to rise.

The Anyang Mansion has already lit up with wisps of smoke.

But his sight was not in Anyang Mansion.

Looking at it from the extreme, at the end of the sky that is not yet bright, there is a faint black and evil air, as if the wind and rain are about to come.

"The storm is about to come, but I don't know where it is sacred"

An Qisheng stood with his hands behind his back, his white hair on the temples slightly raised in the night wind.

After the infuriating energy is condensed, there will be no immediate effect.

But with infuriating qi, the technique of urging Wan Luck Wang Qi becomes more and more arbitrary.

Qingzhou.

It is one of the most prosperous state capitals among many major states in Dafeng. It is adjacent to the Huayan Mountains to the east, in which there are many mineral veins, and the Central Plains are thousands of hectares.

The Dalongjiang River and the Changjinjiang River come from the prefectures, surround Qingzhou, and enter the sea in the south of Qingzhou.

There are abundant aquatic products, and there are merchant ships from other countries in the wharf.

The unique geographical environment has created the wealth of Qingzhou.

On the official road leading to Donglin Mansion, there were bustling merchants in the past, and there were escorts with knives and swords holding the goods silently.

tata tao~

The crisp sound of hooves attracted everyone's attention.

The dart head of the **** agency looked back and saw a row of red horses with tall heads coming.

Those horses were nine feet high at the shoulders, their bodies were crimson red, their manes fluttered without a trace of mottled color, and they were like flames burning as they walked, and their slow pacing was comparable to the trot of an ordinary horse.

"Jiao Ma! Six Jiao horse-drawn carriages!"

The merchants in the past were shocked.

Although Jiao Ma is not as rare as some exotic animals, its value is also extremely high. Not to mention buying it, even if it is raised, it cannot be raised.

Unlike ordinary horses, Jiao horses not only eat grass, but also meat.

The ration of a Jiao horse is enough to bankrupt a middle-class family.

How can such luxury not be overlooked by everyone.

"This, this is the first-class Jiaoma!"

An old dart head in the **** bureau shrank his pupils.

There are three, six, nine, and so on, and the difference in value between a high-grade Jiao horse and a low-grade Jiao horse is even greater than the gap between an ordinary horse and a thousand-mile horse.

A first-class Jiaojiao horse is comparable to twenty ordinary Jiaojiao horses!

, even if they have hundreds of escorts in the entire **** bureau, they can't afford any of these six Jiao horses!

Six Jiao horses walked side by side, pulling a purple-black carriage, and as they approached slowly, the merchants in the past retreated, for fear of disturbing these big men.

The old dart head of the **** bureau tightened his expression and pulled the car aside.

"How far is Qingzhou Prefecture?"

Inside the carriage came a faint young male voice.

The middle-aged man driving the car heard the words with a respectful expression: "Returning to the Holy Son, it is not far away!"

Son? !

The old dart head who had been watching here in the **** bureau was stunned for a moment when he heard the name, and then his heart beat wildly.

Son?

There is only one place in the world with such a name.

That is the Six Prison Demon Sect!

The person in this carriage turned out to be the holy son of the Six Prison Demon Sect?

As soon as the thought turned, the cold sweat on the old dart's head flowed down, and his eyes showed panic.

He wanted to turn around and run away, but he didn't dare. He pulled his horse to the side of the road for a while and didn't dare to move.

"Did Broken Cloud Dragon ever leave a signal?"

The man in the carriage asked lightly.

"Back to the Holy Son, I never found the signal left by Brother Duan."

The driver's face tightened.

"hehe."

The man in the carriage smiled lightly:

"It seems that after the Qi channel was condensed, this Senior Brother Duan has thoughts that he shouldn't have."

The driver was silent.

"Let's go~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Don't make people wait."

When the car curtain was turned up, a pair of deep eyes swept across the pedestrians whose faces changed, and the tone was flat:

"But I forgot that there was someone on the side of the road, and the movements should be clean."

"not good!"

The old dart head in the **** bureau jumped wildly in his heart, and finally couldn't help it:

"Holy Son, Lord Holy Son, spare your life!"

"What saint?"

The rest of the dart heads were stunned for a moment, looking at the pale face of the old dart head, they recalled something.

"Yes!"

But don't wait for them to do anything.

In a neat and uniform response, like a waterfall of knives rolled in, drowning out all the screams.