The Great Tao Chronicle

In front of Hanshan Pass, the cold wind is bleak, and the snowflakes are fluttering.

An Qisheng was pacing in the wind and snow, and the long spear he grabbed couldn't stop humming, like an evil dragon that burst out at any time.

This is the process of deifying weapons and integrating them into the body.

This is a process that any master of the gods must go through. Once the soldiers are integrated into the body, they can reach the realm of unity between people and soldiers, and the control of the gods will reach its peak.

It is the method of cultivation, and it is also the technique of avoiding catastrophe.

An Qisheng came all the way in a hurry. In addition to accumulating his own momentum, he was also familiar with this big spear and deified this long spear.

At the same time, he is also thinking and trying to figure out the path of the divine veins.

He embraced the methods of dreaming, such as Feng Qingxuan's Heart Sutra of Fighting Demons, the unparalleled White Lotus Heart Sutra, Ferris Wheel Method, Soul Seizure Dafa and other spiritual martial arts, he had already thoroughly mastered them.

Although they have not fully grasped it themselves, what he has obtained is only a fragment.

But it was enough to give him a glimpse of the mysteries of the Divine Veins.

Shashasha~

As he walked, the slight and fine footsteps seemed to sound in the hearts of everyone.

In an instant, it attracted everyone's attention.

It was a group of pedestrians in the tent, and the merchants also walked out of the tent and looked at it from a distance.

"Someone is here again..."

Above Hanshan Pass, some soldiers were also alert and shouted loudly.

A figure appeared on the city wall, with bows and crossbows ready to go.

The martial arts people are afraid of the soldiers who guard the gate, and the soldiers who guard the gate are also afraid of these martial arts people who have come and gone. Those who dare to come even knowing that they are in retreat will naturally not be ordinary people.

No wonder they weren't nervous.

"These martial arts people are really bold, and they don't take the court's laws in the slightest!"

A young general wearing armor and holding a knife came to the city wall angrily and looked away.

At this sight, his body trembled, and his voice trembled:

"General, General Jane, he, he is here, he is here!"

"What's the noise!"

A loud shout swayed from the gate, and a big man in Ang Zang jumped up the city wall and stepped forward.

He was eight feet tall, with a long beard, and his blue-black armor glowed with a cold sheen.

"Look, General, that person, that person..."

The young general's face was pale, and his teeth were gritted.

Along with the imperial ban, there is naturally a portrait of An Qisheng. Isn't that the one who came pacing in the wind and snow the Gorefiend?

In the past year, An Qisheng's name has moved the world, and few people don't know it.

How did they not know that this was an unparalleled devil who had hammered the Divine Vein?

"what?"

When the bearded man looked at it at a glance, his face trembled, and he lost his voice:

"This devil, this devil is really here!"

His name is Jian Xinghan. He has been in the army for 30 years. Because he doesn't know how to cater to Shangguan, even if Nantian Mountain Club has made a lot of credits, he is only reluctant to be a guard.

But he has already condensed his true qi, and he knows a lot about martial arts.

Of course, they know better than these soldiers how terrifying it is to kill the Divine Vein with a hammer.

"That man, that man..."

Not far away, Fan Zimin looked at the Taoist who was walking in the snow, and his heart skipped a beat: "Could it be that the rumor is true?"

An Qisheng's provocation of the Dafeng court, as many gatekeepers know about it, it is naturally impossible not to spread it.

However, not many people in martial arts knew about this news, and most of them just thought it was a rumor.

How powerful is Dafeng's current national strength?

There are also many great masters of the divine veins guarding, even the number one Pang Wanyang in the world does not dare to easily provoke the Dafeng Dynasty.

Although An Qisheng has risen very fast, his fame only lasted a year.

Where can you challenge this world's number one power?

But at this time, could it be true?

"If this is the case, then Jian Xinghan will be dead!"

Fan Zimin sneered in his heart.

That Jian Xinghan hadn't even condensed his qi veins, and his martial arts were far inferior to him, but he was naturally resentful in his heart because he was blocked by many air-breaking crossbows and blocked him in front of the gate.

At this time, seeing An Qisheng stepping forward, he was first shocked, and then overjoyed.

Even if An Qisheng was not in the footsteps of the Dafeng court, he did not believe that such a level could stop him.

When he thought about it in his heart, he suddenly heard a loud shout swaying from Hanshan Pass.

"The court bans no one from passing the border!!"

Jian Xinghan let out a loud shout, and the sound shook the wind and snow for several miles:

"Stop coming!!"

As the main general stationed at this level, he had to speak up.

And with his roar, the sound of the bow and crossbow on the city wall was loud, and the chilling air overwhelmed the sky and snow.

"Be quiet..."

A soft sigh echoed above the sky.

This sound was not so mighty, but it suppressed the whistling sound of wind and snow in the sky, and it echoed in everyone's ears with incomparable clarity.

What followed was an even harsher chill.

In an instant, everyone felt that their bodies were cold, and their blood, limbs, and even organs were frozen and out of their control.

Actually, I really can't make a sound, or even move!

As if to follow the law, with a sigh, the more than a thousand soldiers above the huge city gate fell into a dead silence.

Even the wind and snow between heaven and earth stopped at this moment.

"This this......."

Fan Zimin was horrified.

He could feel the trembling in his body, and the hairs all over his body stood up as if he felt a biting chill.

But this is impossible.

Ever since his qi channel was fully developed, even standing naked in the ice and snow, he would not feel the cold, let alone be so unbearable.

But under this voice, he felt a bone-chilling cold and almost froze himself.

Of course, he knew that this was not the real cold, but the illusion that the diffusion of the divine will of the coming person made his mind.

However, even if he knew it was fake, his mind, every organ in his body, every inch of his skin, thought it was real!

Even if your mind and body think that you are frozen to death, you will really be frozen to death!

What a powerful 'god' and what a strange martial art is this?

He watched helplessly, the wind and snow, the city gate, and the Taoist man with a gun seemed to have become a quiet picture, strange and terrifying.

He felt the same way as Jian Xinghan, who was stationed at the gate.

In the bone-chilling chill, he roared in his heart:

"Move! Move! Move me!"

But no matter how vigorous he was, no matter how roaring and roaring, the strength of feeding was exerted, but his body seemed to be completely frozen, unable to move.

As if he was originally a statue.

An Qisheng paced forward, seemingly not in a hurry, but in a flash, several miles had passed.

As his understanding of 'God' deepened, the use of 'God' was no longer limited to fists and feet.

Every move, every word, every word, is full of powerful divine will.

This is similar to hypnosis, but it's not just hypnosis, but the use of gods that he summed up by combining hypnosis, the White Lotus Heart Sutra, the War Demon Heart Sutra, the Soul Seizure Dafa, the Ferris Wheel Method and other spiritual martial arts.

Along the way, anyone whose spiritual practice is far inferior to him is often completely hypnotized by him the moment he sees him.

Many soldiers in this city gate are highly nervous, and all their attention is on him. Is there any reason not to be hypnotized by him?

Shashasha~

In the slight sound of footsteps.

An Qisheng walked slowly and moved slowly, and the wind and snow dissipated wherever he passed.

When it is ten feet in front of the wall door.

That tall and heavy door, even if it was hit with a battering hammer for a long time, might not be able to be opened, it was silently opened for it.

As calm as it came, it was also an understatement when it left.

It is useless to let the Xiongguan stand, the beds and crossbows gathered, and thousands of soldiers draw their swords.

For a long time, after a long time, someone recovered from the frozen state.

call!

Fan Zimin took a long breath of cold air and let it out again, just then suppressed his beating heart:

"Is this the strength of the great master of the weapon spectrum..."

Even though he already knew that this hurdle could not stop him, it still shocked him beyond words to cross the city gate that had blocked him for a few days, just like an outing.

The reverence for it even climbed to the top.

"what!!!"

Only at this moment, above the city gate, did the roar that Jian Xinghan suppressed for a long time soared into the sky.

His face was flushed, he was sweating profusely, and his clothes were wet, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"What martial arts is this? What martial arts is this?"

Jian Xinghan looked at the vast white world and a statue-like soldier beside him.

At first, there was a deep chill in my heart, and then it was a fluke of near-death.

At the same time, he yelled at the gentlemen above the court.

Such a terrifying existence, let us block and take the head?

........

Between the whistling wind and snow, An Qisheng walked through mountains and checkpoints.

Wherever he went, such as entering no man's land, mountains and mountains, dangerous places, and roads and roads, he could not stop his footsteps, even for a moment.

From the moment he decided to go to Fengdu, his mind and spirit began to produce a strange change.

In terms of the War Demon Heart Sutra, it is the general trend.

For himself, it is walking in the dangerous environment surrounded by enemies, sorting out what he has gained, and practicing his own way of combining knowledge and action.

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This is seven days.

In the past seven days, as An Qisheng went deep into Zhongzhou, the affair between him and the Dafeng court finally spread and became known to the world.

Some admired, some ridiculed, some stood on the sidelines, and some were intent on killing.

And An Qisheng didn't know it.

After seven days on foot, I have crossed Liangzhou and came to the vast plain of Zhongzhou.

Above the thick snow, An Qisheng's footsteps were still slow.

"Always remember, there will be reverberations......."

In Wei Wei's voice, An Qisheng finally stopped.

Looking at it from the extreme, a black line that spreads for an unknown number of miles slowly emerges in the depths of the snowfield.

Then, the mountains and tsunamis poured backwards like a boundless sea of ​​thunder.

The sound of galloping horses!