The Great Tao Chronicle

Chapter 266 The Disappearing Goddess Statue of the Great Dao Sect of the Heavens eliminates the invisible catastrophe! Outside the city of Fengdu, the spring breeze is slowly, everything grows, the mountains and rivers are green, and the grass is evergreen.

Just as dozens of dynasties have changed, the country is still the same.

Pedestrians and merchants coming and going from south to north seem to not feel anything strange.

An Qisheng rode the red horse and left without haste.

At a certain moment, he seemed to look back, as if he saw the court meeting in Fengdu Royal City.

I also saw the Hantang Palace sitting on the throne like a needle-feeling.

A feng shui master, to be the head of a country, but I don't know what it's like.

"Old Han, thank you for your hard work."

An Qisheng smiled and urged the horse to move forward.

It is easy to use an enemy country, but it is also easy to assassinate a king. What is really difficult is to govern a country. How difficult is it to govern a country with thousands of miles and hundreds of thousands of people?

Two hundred years after the founding of Dafeng, the rule of the Feng family has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. How easy is it to replace it?

Even if he is invincible at this time, he cannot rule the country by himself, let alone change the world.

The meal needs to be eaten in one bite, and the road needs to be taken step by step.

If you eat fast, you may choke easily, and if you take a big step, it is easy to pull eggs.

The world is in chaos, just four simple words, but inside it are thousands of families destroyed, wives and estranged.

He didn't think King Feng was qualified to make such a decision. Naturally, he didn't think he was qualified either.

In the case that he didn't want to be stuck on that bench, Han Changgong's replacement was already one of the best choices.

He didn't know whether Han Changgong could be conscientious and conscientious and did not change his original intention, or maybe one day, he also changed.

But that doesn't matter.

People's hearts are changeable because of a lack of reverence.

What he needs to do next is to make the hearts of all people in the world have awe.

On the heads of the kings of this world,

Hang a sword!

a handful,

The sword of kingship!

It has been nearly two hundred years since Dafeng Taizu founded the country.

In the past two hundred years, Dafeng's national strength has been flourishing, not only because Dafeng occupies the most advantageous territory in the whole world, but also because the kings of Dafeng are all wise and wise, and the current king of Feng has worked hard for more than a hundred years, and he is even more talented.

Twenty years ago, he fought against the enemy countries, and they were victorious in even battles. If it wasn't for the beheading tactics of the martial arts people when Nantian Mountain was hunting the Three Kingdoms, it might not have been impossible to even draw the countries in one battle.

Therefore, the news of King Feng's death was a big news that truly shocked the world.

Countless people mourned, some were happy, and some laughed

Although King Feng died of an illness according to the court's edict, the news that he was assassinated has spread.

First of all, it is because once the blood changes are completed, there will be almost no illnesses, not to mention the Fengwang who once fought in the north and south, who is suspected to have already completed his qi, and may even have established the foundation of the gods?

There are thousands of possible causes of death, but death from illness is impossible.

Second, on that night, thousands of people saw the changes in the sky and the white-robed Taoist man fighting against the red-gold dragon in the sky.

Many ministers in the court knew that they could not hide it, so they let these rumors spread.

And the news that the red gold dragon is the divine weapon of heaven and man is the dragon king's armor spread, and it has aroused the eagerness of the martial arts people all over the world.

The pursuit of the gods and weapons by martial arts people is more than the pursuit of the throne by ordinary people.

Because the gods and gods of heaven and man not only represent the most powerful force in the world, but also the secrets of heaven and man.

Heaven and man, representing longevity, are the sum total of all desires in the world.

As the news of Fengdu City spread, the whereabouts of the Dragon King Armor became the most lively topic in the world for a while, and people seemed to be discussing it in the streets.

Many people speculated that the person who fought with the red gold long dragon, also known as the Dragon King Armor that night, was An Qisheng, a Taoist priest with royal power!

Not only because of his grievances with the Dafeng court.

More because, in this world, the person who can compete with Dragon King Armor, and even kill King Feng under such circumstances, can only replace Pang Wanyang as the number one An Qisheng in the world.

But knowing that the Dragon King's Armor might fall into the hands of Daoist Wang Quan, countless martial arts practitioners who were about to move could not help but remain silent.

It was as if a basin of ice water was poured over his head, extinguishing all the flames.

Who dares to rob him?

The only difference between this legendary figure from the past dynasties is that he is still alive.

Such a great master, who is confident that he will be able to grab the Dragon King Armor from him?

Therefore, a crisis that should have shaken the entire river and lake, with millions of people fighting over it, and dying, has ended before it even started.

An Qi gave birth to Fengdu City, never concealed his whereabouts, and never walked faster.

But even if he crossed Zhongzhou and came to the chivalrous gate.

Although there were many martial arts practitioners following him, none of them had the guts to attack him.

"Brother Dao!"

In front of the chivalrous door, Yun Haitian led a group of disciples to greet him.

"Brother Yun, long time no see."

An Qisheng rolled over and dismounted, and returned the salute with a smile.

"Brother Dao has made a big battle."

Yun Haitian sighed slightly.

After a year or two, he had not changed much, but An Qisheng had already defeated Pang Wanyang and became the real number one in the world.

He even attacked the king's city, killed King Feng, and took away the Dragon King's armor.

One after another, it was an unimaginable event for him.

"Being troubled by chores, there is no need for Brother Yun to be at ease."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

"Where are you at ease?"

Yun Haitian smiled bitterly, but his eyes fell on the gray, inconspicuous armor hanging from the red horse's neck.

There is no one in the world who is not interested in divine weapons, and he is no exception.

"This is the Dragon King Armor?"

Yun Haitian's eyes were very bright, and he did not hide his curiosity at all.

He has always been like this, he won't hide his mood, and curiosity is just curiosity.

Not only him, but all the disciples of the chivalrous sect also looked at the armor.

Such a gray armor turned out to be the Dragon King armor of the gods and gods?

An Qisheng admired Yun Haitian's words and deeds quite a bit. Seeing that he was curious, he took off the Dragon King Armor and handed it to Yun Haitian:

"Yes, this is the Dragon King Armor."

His expression was flat and his movements were casual, as if he was not holding the well-known Dragon King armor in the world, but just an extremely ordinary armor.

"Brother Dao?"

Yun Haitian was stunned for a moment, and all the chivalrous disciples were even more surprised.

Many martial arts practitioners who watched this scene from a distance were even more short of breath and couldn't help but feel greedy.

"This is the Dragon King Armor"

Yun Haitian reached out and took the Dragon King Armor.

The heaviness in the imagination does not exist, and with a light hand, it seems to be holding a cloud without the slightest texture.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you might even think that there was nothing in your hand.

"The divine weapons of heaven and man are neither gold nor iron, neither qi nor god, they can be as heavy as a mountain, and they can be lighter than a feather."

An Qisheng explained.

In fact, if it weren't for the two hundred years of national fortune refining in the Dafeng court, the Dragon King's armor would not even be able to be seen.

But even so, because it has not fully recovered, the miraculousness is not obvious at all.

Yun Haitian looked at it carefully, and even pondered it with divine will, but for a long time, he still did not find a trace of magic.

"God chooses the master, it seems that Yun is not a destined person for Dragon King Armor."

Yun Haitian sighed slightly, and returned the Dragon King Armor to An Qisheng:

"This thing still has to be left in the hands of Daoist brother, and it will be a disaster for others to get it."

The gods and gods choose their masters, and it is not a person who is destined. Even if the gods are in hand, they will not be able to exert the slightest magic, and it is even more impossible to obtain the inheritance of gods and men.

Even, it will attract an endless stream of greedy people, setting off a martial arts catastrophe.

"There is no such thing as good or bad, only people do it by themselves."

An Qisheng threw it casually and hung the Dragon King Armor on the neck of the red horse.

This action caused a lot of ups and downs in the martial arts, wishing to rush forward to **** the Dragon King Armor away.

Naihe, the only thing that responded to them was the sound of the red horse's nose.

Until one person and one horse entered the door of chivalry, no one dared to take action.

It was only a few hundred meters short, but it was like a heaven and stopped them.

The quiet backyard, under the old tree.

An Qisheng sat opposite Yun Haitian, and his own doorman came to pour tea.

The fragrance of tea is faint.

"Brother Dao hangs like this, sooner or later someone will not be able to resist."

Yun Haitian said involuntarily.

No matter how famous An Qisheng was, if he continued to seduce him like this, sooner or later, someone would take action.

"There are people who are greedy for profit, there are ancient and modern, and it is no pity to die."

An Qisheng didn't care, he picked up the tea and took a sip:

"A lot of people have been provoked along the way, and there are more beasts. If you dare to shoot, you can bury them together."

"Brother Daoist is too murderous."

Yun Haitian could only shake his head.

The great masters who have established schools in the past have rarely attacked ordinary martial arts practitioners. Generally, they are disdainful of their own identities, and half of them do not want to provoke too much hatred.

There are not many lonely people in the world.

"Brother Yun, don't have to persuade me."

An Qisheng put down the teacup and didn't talk about the matter any more, he said instead: "After a year or two, I have gained a lot, but I can try to heal Brother Yun."

"Healing?"

Yun Haitian's hands were very steady, he took a sip of tea slowly, and after putting down the teacup, he couldn't help but tremble.

He is injured.

The injury was when he was injured by Dharma King Chi Lian when he went to the Holy Mountain of Six Prisons alone decades ago.

It's the "God" injury.

It was because of this injury that the road to his divine vein was cut off.

Although his mind is calm, as a martial artist, without the possibility of going further, it is naturally impossible for him to have no regrets in his heart.

If someone else said this~www.wuxiaspot.com~ he might not care, but the one who spoke was An Qisheng, the number one person in the world today, a living legend of martial arts!

"Yes, healing."

An Qisheng nodded slightly.

Yun Haitian's injury, in the absence of "God", is not a medicine that can be cured, even he, until now, has a certain degree of certainty.

Of course, to him.

As long as you have a certain degree of certainty, you can do it, but it is just a few more attempts in the dream.

Yun Haitian slowly exhaled:

"Dare to ask brother, how can I heal my wound?"

An Qisheng tapped on the stone table, and his voice surrounded the entire courtyard with a crisp tapping sound:

"Reincarnation."