The Great Tao Chronicle

The wind blew up a thousand piles of snow.

In the snowstorm, An Qisheng looked at Zhongzhou.

Between the opening and closing of his eyes, he could feel an indescribably strong aura.

Zhongzhou and Fengdu are the first places of good for Dafeng.

If Huangjue Temple is the place where the luck of Liangzhou gathers, then Zhongzhou is the place where the luck of the seventy-two Dafeng prefectures, many prefectures, and countless counties and counties converge.

And that Fengdu is the center of the gathering of the strongest country in the world.

Its qi is thick and heavy like a star, and its qi is as exciting as a real dragon entrenched.

From a distance of 6,000 miles, you can feel the heavy national fortune of the millions of people and the vast territory.

"God, god, god..."

Looking at the sky, An Qisheng muttered to himself.

The fleshly body saw that the divine body was perfected, the qi became a great heaven, and it was flawless. At this point, all the gains he had made in the two worlds had been completely absorbed by him.

Inner strength, infuriating energy, nourishment of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, blood exchange, holding pills, and seeing God's indestructible control, so far, he has completely brought his physique to the highest known peak in the two worlds.

Whether it is the great master of Xuanxing from ancient times to the present, or the great master from ancient times to the world of Long Floating Realm, he will not be able to surpass him on the basis of pure physique.

He is very clear about this.

At this time, there is only 'God' standing in front of him.

As soon as the mind moves, the body moves with it, moving forward slowly, like a mountain shifting.

woohoo~~~

Han Jiao swooped down, the huge dragon claws descended, grabbed the three large iron boxes in their claws, and then took off into the air.

This cold flood dragon is more than ten feet long and weighs more than 200,000 catties. It is naturally nothing to grab an iron ingot that weighs more than 1,000 catties.

"Daoist, Taoist! Take me, take me with you!"

The little monk Liuming, who was lying on the head of Han Jiao and holding the dragon's horn, shouted incessantly.

huh~

The wind and snow came, blowing his voice into the sky.

He looked down and saw that the Taoist man had been pacing away in the wind and snow.

He grabbed the spear and walked slowly.

Beneath the fluttering Taoist robe, his figure seemed to be loose and slack, carrying a long spear that weighed thousands of pounds, but not a single footprint was left under his feet.

Just one shot at a time, going straight to Zhongzhou.

The little monk looked at him. He clearly walked slowly, and his every move was like a fairy, but in his heart, he only felt that his pace was as heavy as a mountain on his back.

Light and heavy coexist, but indescribably smooth and natural.

The so-called pivotal, is that so?

Such a thought flashed through the little monk's mind, and yearning was born in his heart.

Sir, it should be the case!

........

In the snowstorm, An Qisheng paced forward.

His mind is quiet, everything seems to be settled under the sea of ​​​​heart, and all kinds of past events flow under the sea of ​​​​heart without a trace of ripples.

Walking on foot, I think, is the most cleansing method.

In the vast sky and earth, walking alone, as if heaven and earth coexist with me, and there is nothing else.

In the more than a year since he has been in the Long Floating Realm, his progress in the martial arts of the two realms is beyond anyone's imagination. At this time, he might as well slow down.

Fast, slow, tight, all are scenery.

Neither one is missing.

The mood is sent, but God is tight.

While pacing, his mind seemed to be scattered into countless pieces. The dreamer entered the dream, the martial artist deduced the martial arts, the visualizer visualized, and the body and spirit were polished. Even resting and sleeping.

Orderly, go hand in hand.

At this point, he is much higher than the state of deep sleep during exercise, and sleep has been completely separated from him.

Always awake and always asleep.

"Amitabha."

Not long after the march, a gentle Buddha number pressed down the sky and whistled, echoing in An Qisheng's heart.

An Qisheng kept walking, still pacing, raising his eyebrows.

On the road where the wind and snow stopped in the distance, an old monk sat cross-legged.

The old monk was very old, and when he was old enough, at a glance, he seemed to see the mottled city walls that had gone through many years, or the old trees that were full of moths and had lost all branches and leaves.

But in the light of An Qisheng's eyes, the old monk was sitting cross-legged, but it was like a giant Buddha sitting in a temple, with fireworks lingering.

Not the Buddha of the Nine Heavens, but the Buddha of the human world, not the Buddha of the world, but the Buddha of the world.

Its breath is as majestic as a mountain, sitting cross-legged, the wind and snow between heaven and earth seem to have disappeared.

The avenue is empty, but it gives the illusion that there is no way to go.

There is no need to say much about someone who can give him such a sense here and now.

"Master finally showed up to meet me."

An Qisheng was not surprised.

In fact, as early as when he set foot in Huangjue Temple, the two already knew each other's existence.

However, if he did not show up, An Qisheng would not take the initiative to look for him.

Just as if he didn't want anyone to see him, no one could find him.

The eyes of the old monk were very cloudy. Looking at An Qisheng who was pacing, he couldn't help but sigh:

"Until now, the old monk had a hard time believing that a person's physique could be so tyrannical."

Heaven and Earth people.

Between heaven and earth, walk alone.

In his induction, the aura of the person in front of him, the blood energy has been tyrannical to an unbelievable level.

In other words, this look.

Only Heaven and Earth can compete with it for a sense of existence, and the rest of the world seems to have no attention from him alone.

"Master's divine will is also earth-shattering."

An Qisheng finally stopped and looked at the old monk nine hundred and ninety-nine feet away, and couldn't help but admire.

Just as the landscape has always existed, some people see trees, some people see flowers, some people see birds, beasts, insects and fish, but only a few people can see the true colors of landscapes.

Just like this old monk, some people saw that he was dying, and some people saw that his skin was loose, his face was wrinkled, and his skin was full of age spots.

But in his sense.

But it is a hazy void, as big as the sky, with a heavy divine will.

So far, how much stronger is God's will than that of the Red Sun Dharma King?

Even if he has just completed his horizontal training, with a divine weapon in hand, and his combat power is much stronger than when he killed the divine vein, he is not sure that he can defeat this old monk.

A peerless master who has practiced for nearly three hundred years, and the third-ranked leader of the righteous path in the weapon spectrum, Huangjue Temple killed Luohan, Yixiu.

The old monk sighed softly:

"It's just a few more years of living, it's nothing special."

After a few greetings, An Qisheng said lightly:

"Master is here this time, what is the so-called?"

"Without him, I just want to meet, you..."

The old monk's eyes rippled, and he said word by word:

"Royal Daoist!"

Wang Quan?

Kingship?

An Qisheng's eyes narrowed, and he heard something different from the old monk's words.

Inadvertently, he thought of going to Huangjue Temple, no matter whether it is three seals or three empty spaces, he calls himself "Wangquan Daoist" rather than "Wangquan Daoist".

At that time, he didn't think about it carefully. After all, the accents of each major state are different, and it may be wrong.

But only then did he realize it.

They were not wrong.

"It's always good to live a long time."

The old monk didn't seem to see An Qisheng's change, and said to himself:

"Being able to experience a lot of things that others can't experience, and see a lot of things that others can't see..."

In the depths of An Qisheng's eyes, a trace of white light appeared in Daoyitu.

He breathed slowly and asked as if nothing had happened:

"What do you see?"

"Saw a lot, a lot..."

The old monk folded his hands together and recited a Buddha name:

"Just, can't say, can't say."

An Qisheng raised his brows slightly: "It's boring, but it's so mysterious."

"The old monk has lived for such a long time, how can he pretend to be mysterious? It's just that he can't say it, and no one can hear it..."

The old monk smiled dumbly, but slowly stood up.

He took a closer look at An Qisheng and sighed:

"Unfortunately, I'm too old to see that day..."

There was a hint of ancient desolation in his words, some pity, some hope, and some envy.

He seemed to have a lot to say.

But at the end, he just sighed, turned around and walked into the wind and snow:

"Everything is impermanent, what is born must end, if not born, there will be no death, this extinction is the most joyful..."

The words drifted before falling, and the old monk had disappeared into the wind and snow.

Just as he doesn't know how to come, he doesn't know how to go when he goes.

An Qisheng stopped in the blizzard and didn't seem to have any intention of chasing after him and asking.

After a while, he suddenly smiled:

"If you don't tell me, I won't know?"

As the laughter drifted, he also stepped into the wind and snow.

........

Liangzhou, Liutaifu city.

Liutai Fucheng is the closest Fucheng to Huangjuefu.

In the early morning of this day, just as the city gate was opened, a person came out of nowhere.

I saw the wind and snow whistling, the man ran like a dragon, and the snow behind him rose high, like a wind dragon roaring.

He was incredibly fast.

All the soldiers guarding the city were horrified, and the pedestrians and merchants in the past avoided them one after another. If they couldn't escape, they would turn their backs on their horses, and the goods would fall to the ground.

"Come on, come and stop!"

A soldier guarding the city issued a warning, and tremblingly took his troops forward.

Above the city wall, the guarding soldiers pulled their bowstrings and crossbows, and issued a warning at the same time.

"The Grand Master's Mansion does business, and idlers must not stop it!"

Ji Ba let out a long whistle, but his speed did not weaken.

The voice echoed, and it had knocked over an unknown number of trucks, swayed the swords guarding the soldiers, and rushed into the city.

"Master's Mansion?"

Many soldiers looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Ji Ba rushed into the city, turned over several streets in a flash, and fled into an inconspicuous tofu workshop.

"who?"

In the tofu workshop, swords were unsheathed, and soldiers were fighting.

More than a dozen figures rushed out, making a cold drink.

"Ji Ba of the Grand Master's House, here is to borrow Jin Yiwei's Golden Feather Eagle!"

Ji's eight sounds were like thunder, and his true anger burst out, knocking over a dozen people to the ground.

Then, the token of the Grand Master's Mansion was taken out.

"Master's Mansion?"

The face of the Jinyiwei spy who was shaken to the ground changed. After checking the token, he immediately fell to the ground:

"Jinyiwei secretly spy on Sikongwu, He Chengshuang...I have seen adults!"

"Quickly invite the Golden Feather Eagle out~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Hurry up!"

Ji Ba's chest was heaving, his breath was boiling, and he was about to explode, how could he have the heart to greet them.

Golden Feather Eagles are very precious, and often there are only one or two in a large state.

Even with his body, he couldn't bear it.

But he knew that this matter was too important, and if it was too slow, he was afraid that he would be beaten to death by the Grand Master.

"Yes Yes."

The complexion of several Jinyiwei secret agents also changed, what could make a master of Qi meridian change so much?

Immediately, two people had already taken out the pen and ink, and one person went to invite the Golden Feather Eagle.

Not long after, a golden feathered eagle soared into the sky.

With a soft sound, it broke through the air like an arrow from the string, and went straight to Fengdu.

Its letter raft is as red as fire, and its meaning is urgent!