The Great Tao Chronicle

On the top of the mountain, the wind and clouds are scattered, and the airflow is rolling and whistling.

Pang Wanyang's expression did not change, he just glanced at the Taiji map and shook his head slightly:

"Unfortunately, you didn't succeed..."

The two faced each other at a distance of several miles, but the top of the mountain seemed to become heavy at once, and the gust of wind that was flying was pressed against the ground by invisible pressure.

Many martial artists on the top of the mountain stepped back subconsciously, trying to avoid the two.

But no matter how they retreated, the depression in their hearts never subsided. It was clearly the two who were diametrically opposed to each other, but it gave them the illusion of facing the two great masters directly.

"There is no end to the Tao, how can it be accomplished or not?"

An Qisheng just smiled.

Realm, never represents everything, especially for him.

Whether it is Qi or Divine, it is just a division of predecessors. Time and space are always moving forward, and the times will never stop. Only one generation is stronger than the next.

The legacy of the predecessors will only become the cornerstone of stepping up to a higher level, not a bondage.

How is the veins?

What about Taiyin Promise?

Not to mention that Pang Wanyang's spiritual will is here, even if he is personally there, he will have to fight and say it again!

"The avenue is endless, indeed there is no such thing as success or failure..."

Pang Wanyang nodded slightly in agreement.

Saying that, he felt a little pity again:

"If I had known such a person, this time, I shouldn't have come..."

A scroll of Tai Chi graphics had already revealed the Dao of the Dao's aspirations, and he was a little amazed, wanting to see what this Dao Dacheng was like.

At this time, he came here, although it was a ray of divine will, if he couldn't take it, wouldn't it be a pity for such an exquisite avenue?

He sighed softly and stepped forward.

boom!

After pacing, his breath changed again.

It was like the sky under the sky, and the huge waves were expelled, and the hurricane air flowed straight to the face of thousands of people.

In an instant, the mountains shook, the dust was like a dragon, and it seemed that thousands of troops were marching on the ground.

Boom!

There seems to be thunder rolling on the horizon.

Wang Jianglong raised his eyebrows and saw that the white clouds in the sky were full of ink, and all the light was covered in an instant. The top of Wangquan Mountain at noon was like a dark night for a while.

"Sympathetic Qi, Taiyin Promise..."

Yun Haitian slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, his face dignified.

Qi channel person, infuriating sympathy with heaven and earth, can subtly affect the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth, but it can only achieve the level of water and fire in the void.

And when the divine veins are 10%, under the agitation of divine will, they can even wrap up the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for several miles, follow the wind and thunder with each step, and move the mountains and boil the sea.

Just like the Dharma King of the Red Sun, the power of one day can burn thousands of miles of mountains.

It is also said that there are some strange martial arts that can change the weather through long-term communication. However, with just one step, the sky will be covered with dark clouds. Such abilities can only be found in Taiyin Promise!

Countless people changed their colors in unison. .

I only felt that Pang Wanyang took a step forward, the world turned upside down, and the vast and magnificent momentum filled his mind instantly.

God's will is boundless, it seems to be empty, and it seems to be everywhere.

Everyone in the audience only felt that their hearts were heavy, and they only felt that they would be the first to bear the brunt.

For a time, the top of the mountain was chaotic and everyone was in danger.

"The four seasons change, the climate changes, and the yin is boundless. It really is another completely different realm..."

With a light sigh, An Qisheng slowly got up.

Using human power to influence the changes of the four seasons, even now he can't do it, or in other words, he can't reach the level of affecting the changes of the four seasons with a simple physique.

According to the legend of Xuanxing, there is a Taoist priest stepping on the gang to influence the changes of the four seasons.

Compared with Pang Wanyang's steps, it is incomparable to attracting celestial phenomena.

hum~

As he slowly stood up.

The minds of the people present were all in a trance, only to feel that the invisible aura spread in all directions, and the moment the Taoist stood up, it seemed that a majestic mountain suddenly stood up, and it was like a real dragon raising its head into the clouds, connecting the heavens and the earth.

Oh back the dark clouds!

The dark sky seemed to be pierced by a hole, and the golden sunlight hung down from the hole, spreading like golden armor on An Qisheng's white robe.

As the wind howled, his clean white Taoist robe danced with the wind, like a fairy in legend who wanted to rise through a thunder tribulation.

A vast and vast aura was deeply imprinted in the minds of everyone like a brand book.

Although they simply stood up, everyone felt that the crisis in their hearts disappeared, as if the mountains and rivers were in front of them, blocking the torrent.

woohoo~~~

On the top of the mountain, the two stood opposite each other.

Between the two, there seemed to be an invisible wall of air colliding, and the hurricane raised like a million wind knives scattered vertically and horizontally, forcing many martial arts practitioners to retreat again and again.

Wang Jianglong, Yun Haitian, and Sanyin and other great monks looked at each other and pushed them away, but they came before a group of martial arts practitioners.

"It's kind of interesting to be so..."

In the whistling air, Pang Wanyang's eyes brightened:

"Continuing my style, I think there is no major problem."

"Too much nonsense."

An Qisheng lowered his eyes indifferently, and then stepped,

Get started!

In the sound of cracking brocade, his slender and beautiful jade-like crystal fingers flicked the void, and 54,000 kinds of changes have been born!

In the realm of An Qisheng, the perception of time is completely different from that of ordinary people.

A snap of an ordinary person's finger is just a snap of a finger.

And with a flick of his finger, it can be seen that in sixty moments, nine hundred births and deaths!

In just one snap of his fingers, An Qisheng has already produced 54,000 kinds of changes!

A few miles away, push it horizontally!

hum~

It was as if the bronze bell in Huangjue Temple was struck!

In a trance, everyone only felt that there seemed to be a majestic portal on the top of the mountain, which was taller and more sacred than the gate on Wangquan Mountain.

Slowly pressing down, the airflow in the sky for several miles was trembling, pushed by this palm, like a substantial city wall, like a mountain, moving sideways and pressing down!

boom!

Air blast out!

Pang Wanyang was wearing all his clothes.

In the depths of his eyes, he outlines the palm that contains thousands of changes, and the heat in his eyes seems to be burning out.

For a time, on the top of Wangquan Mountain, where light and darkness are intertwined, it seems like two burning suns.

"Haha! Hahaha!"

Pang Wanyang let out a long laugh and pierced through the heavy air waves.

He stepped out again, as if the earth had been trampled over, and the raised arm was suddenly grasped.

boom!

It seemed that a thunderbolt exploded in his palm, and under the huge fluctuations, the heartbeats of everyone present stopped.

The next moment, emptying the huge waves.

With a flat punch, he had already crossed hundreds of feet in spite of the space, and met An Qisheng's pressing palm.

His punch was like a flaming meteor falling to the ground, like a comet flicking its tail, and more like a dam that suddenly rose, the horizontal bar slammed into the rolling palm.

The martial arts practitioners present could not describe the power of this punch, as if the heaven and the earth were in their hands, and life and death were in my palm.

It is in control, it is extinction, it is grand, and it is indifference.

Brilliant and vast!

"This punch..."

An Qisheng, who had come across several miles between the blast of the gang wind, condensed his eyes.

In his induction, Pang Wanyang's punch was almost one with the heaven and the earth, and when the five fingers pinched, he almost moved the heaven and the earth together for several miles, and pushed it horizontally, as if the heaven and the earth were blocking him at the same time!

Boom!

A real earth shaker!

Within a few miles of the top of Wangquan Mountain, the floor paved with hard white jade rocks all sunk three feet!

It was like being flattened by an invisible magic weapon!

Even though many martial arts practitioners had been prepared, they all stumbled and almost fell here.

In the collision between the two, it was not only the balance of the mountains that was broken, but the balance of their minds!

woohoo~~

The smoke and dust billowed up like hundreds of earth dragons, dancing in unison with the howling wind dragons in the sky!

Just a collision.

It is so earth-shattering!

On the top of the mountain, countless people were dazzled.

Only Wang Jianglong and Yun Haitian's expressions sank, and they walked together, their majestic true qi filled the sky, and they were linked to each other and turned into an invisible wall of qi blocking them in front of them.

The next moment, the dust that was flying in all directions was already overwhelming like the most powerful hidden weapon in the world.

crackling~

Amidst the sound of continuous cannon blasting, many martial arts experts jumped in their hearts.

Most of them were previously "invited" by An Qisheng to build the mountain gate. At this time, seeing the Shuli Square being smashed into ruins, they all trembled.

Boom!

On the top of the mountain, the air waves soared hundreds of feet like a mushroom cloud, completely blowing away the pervasive dark clouds.

Then the scattered soil, sand and gravel 'suddenly' fell, falling like rain on the top of Wangquan Mountain.

boom!

It seems like a long time, and it seems like a moment later.

The two figures flew away each, and landed at the end of the ruins, in front of the Taiji map, hunting in white.

He flew across the sky and stood in the air, with the airflow all over his body roaring like a dragon.

huh~

An Qisheng's whole body was covered with mist, like a burning stove.

There were also waves of blood flowing out of the body like waves and waves, and the rolling heat waves were caused by the violent boiling of his blood.

"Master!"

Wang Jianglong's body moved, and he fell on An Qisheng's side.

As soon as he fell, he frowned.

In this heat wave, he could smell a faint scent like the mountains, forests and trees in the morning after the rain.

"The Daoist was injured?"

Wang Jianglong's heart trembled, knowing that it was a **** aura.

He has been in Wangquan Mountain for several days, and he had offered to try An Qisheng before.

There was no doubt that he had no chance of winning that battle.

But what impressed him the most was not the three-style Sanshou, but the physique of this Taoist priest.

With the full blow of his Dragon Subduing Palm, even the Han Jiao, whose physique was a hundred times more powerful than humans, would be severely injured by him, but he was endured by this Taoist longevity without even being injured.

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An Qisheng waved his hand slightly, indicating that he was fine.

Looking up at Pang Wanyang, who was standing in the air, he said lightly:

"Why hold on? It's not your body..."

An Qisheng's voice did not fall, only a muffled sound was heard in the air.

Pang Wanyang, or the body of the 'sheep snake', exploded in the sky and seemed to evolve.

In an instant, the flesh and blood turned into mud, and it rolled down like rain.

"Good! Very good! Very good!"

A rippling voice in the indifference echoed in the blood rain in the sky:

"On the second day of the second month of the next year, above the desert, wait for the Daoist to drive!"

In the falling airflow, An Qisheng responded lightly:

"good!"