The Great Tao Chronicle

Zheng~

The sound of the sword came from the five fingers.

An Qisheng stretched out his palm, and an invisible and intangible hiltless long sword had emerged.

The Wangquan Sword is invisible and intangible, and can evolve into ten thousand soldiers. At this time, it is its initial state, the Daojian, or in other words, the flying sword.

For a long time in the floating world, he planned for a period of time and left behind for three thousand years. Only with the help of the Wangquan Sword brought by the great luck person Tong Zhengyang, is his reliance on Xuanxing.

The sword of kingship is neither gold nor iron, intangible and intangible, neither qi nor god, it is formed by the Taoist aggregate of kingship and Taoism.

Not only does it contain the evolution of martial arts in the three thousand years of Wangquan Dao, but it is also the incarnation of Wangquan Daoist in essence.

The basis of its existence is An Qisheng's never-returning soul.

This sword, to a certain extent, is the embodiment of the sword of his soul.

It can be driven without the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Of course, any operation cannot be without consumption. What Wang Quanjian consumes is his blood and spirit.

Its existence is also another way for An Qisheng.

If the 'Qi' species cannot be condensed and the body shell collapses, Wang Quanjian will be the cornerstone of his spirit, the base camp of his blessed land of reincarnation and infinite cave.

Spiritual attachment is the cornerstone, and if you use it to kill the enemy, it is a magic weapon!

chi chi chi~

The moment the sword appeared, there were bursts of crackling sounds in the sky.

Then the sword light was like a tide, spreading in all directions, like water pouring down, reaching everywhere.

A zombie has not yet fallen from the sky, it has already been torn apart by the omnipresent sword light, and before it falls to the ground, it has been twisted into powder by the extremely sharp energy!

roar~

A scream disappeared.

The sword light slapped like a waterfall, and the zombies had been completely submerged by the sword light.

Of course, these zombies did not have the abnormal physique of the female zombie before, and they were all truly invulnerable, even if a sniper rifle could not penetrate their skin.

But under the light of the sword of water, it melted in an instant like snowflakes under the scorching sun.

What steel and iron bones, what invulnerability, all seem to have never existed!

Roar

Zombies disappeared into the sword light.

Some zombies in the distance seemed to be unaware, still rushing towards the tide of the sword light.

Daoist Juechen watched.

I saw a tidal wave of sword light shrouding the four directions, among which there seemed to be giant dragons rolling and wandering all over the place. After tossing and moving, one by one zombies shattered, without any resistance.

With his eyesight, he could only feel that the surrounding corpses were shattered inch by inch, both near and far, and were all smashed into particles that were indistinguishable to the naked eye by the ubiquitous sword light.

Zheng~

It seems that Jianming has not yet fallen, and Jianguang has already converged.

In the end, the scattered sword light flowed back in the ripples in the air and submerged into An Qisheng's raised palm.

Faintly, Daoist Juechen could sense it.

An inch high in the palm of the hand, there is an invisible sword that cannot be seen with the naked eye.

huh~

An Qisheng exhaled slightly, and the Wang Quanjian had already disappeared into his palm.

The sharp aura dissipated immediately.

His blood has calmed down, and his temples are slightly tensed. This sword is a lot of pressure on his physique at this time.

Although theoretically, he could cut out the strength of Daoist Wangquan when he was in his prime with a single sword, but in fact, with his current physique, cutting such a sword is almost nothing but Bingjie.

But these walking dead naturally don't need much effort.

"This sword"

Daoist Juechen cannot be at peace in his heart.

This sword is not an illusion, nor is it a spiritual suggestion, but a real power that transcends the mundane.

Even if An Qisheng shot and killed all the zombies with one enemy thousand, he was not so surprised.

This is truly surreal power.

At this moment, Rao was calm, and he was also very interested in the "adventure" that An Qisheng experienced.

What kind of adventure can make it show such incredible things?

Boom!

Almost at the moment when Wang Quanjian disappeared, thunder and roars suddenly appeared in the sky, and rolling dark clouds filled the air, and an electric snake was about to dive down.

But it was Wang Quanjian's instant collision with the magnetic field between heaven and earth, causing thunderclouds to converge.

If the sword of kingship hadn't been extinguished in a flash, its speed was extremely fast, and it would have caused the thunder and lightning in the sky at this time.

An Qisheng didn't care about the thunder and lightning rolling in the sky, and his eyes fell into the distance.

Although these zombies have lost all their memories, they still have a trace of instinct, and as long as they have instinct, no creature will take the initiative to die.

These zombies came one after another, naturally because of some kind of drive.

His senses are sharp.

After these zombies were smashed, the twisted souls dissipated in the magnetic field and were captured by the source.

This thunder and lightning in the sky was attracted by the King Power Sword, but the reason why it stayed.

But it is because of the source of the magnetic field in the distance.

Rioting too!

boom!

boom!

In the dark basement, the fishy wind whistled, and the evil red light flashed.

The big red coffin trembled, making the groaning sound of the old wooden door opening and closing, and the ink bucket line buzzed, and large strands of scarlet blood spurted out from the gap of the slightly raised coffin.

It seems that there is a sea of ​​blood sealed in it. After a while, the scarlet blood has spread like drinking, submerging the mummified corpses and soaking the big red coffins in it.

wow~

In the blood soaked, the yellowed talismans moved without wind, and the faint golden light shone and collided with the waves of blood.

A loud roar of corrosion is emitted.

And the ink bucket line soaked in blood water also buzzed and vibrated, roaring like a real ink dragon, and it was tightly wrapped around the coffin.

"A thousand years, a thousand years, how long do you want to sleep on me?!"

There was a low and angry shout in the coffin.

He had to be angry, this strange place, not only does not have any resentment, but also does not even have the spiritual energy of heaven and earth!

Even, the population is very thin!

It's been a month, and the stiffness transformed by him is less than 10,000!

If this goes on, he will really die, really!

The Zombie King is almost immortal, but the one who is immortal and immortal is not his death!

It is the zombie king who will recover every 129,600 years, but the zombie king is not necessarily his death!

Boom!

The sound of roar exploded violently, and the blood waves rolled more and more surging.

woohoo

Gradually, the sound of ghost crying resounded from the abyss, piercing the tornadoes, and spreading in all directions.

This howling sound is too sinister, colder than the snow that never melts in the snow-capped mountains.

An Qisheng and Daoist Juechen, who were thousands of meters away, felt a bone-piercing coldness digging into the cracks of the bones.

This aura is too cold and severe, and as it appears, the evil aura between heaven and earth is not known how tyrannical it is!

"The source really is here!"

Daoist Juechen's eyes flickered, he took out his locator, and he was about to rush forward.

This breath is so strange, if it really recovers, the horror of the consequences is unpredictable.

But he had just taken two steps.

An Qisheng had blocked his way.

"Friend An?"

Taoist Juechen frowned, as if he had guessed something: "You may have another trump card in your hand, but it's just that this matter is not careless, it must be completely eliminated."

"Although the nuclear bomb is extremely powerful, it is not the right time to launch it at this time. The female zombie can escape from the ground before, isn't it the zombie king from this source?"

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

He entered the corner of the Himalayas in the dream and caught a glimpse of the situation of the zombie king Zhushang.

The coffin and the talisman on it seemed to be the means to seal him.

If a nuclear bomb is dropped, the zombie king does not know whether it will kill him or not, and most of the coffins will be destroyed.

If you can't kill the zombie king, but help him out of trouble, then the fun will be great.

"This"

Taoist Juechen pondered slightly.

He has always been a decisive man, but when it comes to the dropping of a nuclear bomb, anyone has to exercise caution.

Once there is no success, the trouble will be big.

"give it to me."

Seeing him pondering slightly, An Qisheng said again:

"There is a better way than a nuclear bomb."

"Oh?"

Daoist Juechen frowned slightly: "What are you going to do?"

"Heaven and earth are sympathetic, the magnetic field is changing, isn't this dark cloud in the sky just prepared for the zombie king?"

An Qisheng pointed to the dark clouds gathered in the sky:

"The magnetic field of the zombie king is too much stronger than God's, and the reason why it did not attract thunder is because its magnetic field covers a wide area and creates monsters, and second, it is also because he has not recovered.

Now that he wants to recover, naturally he can't escape this calamity! "

The growth of the magnetic field of life will inevitably collide with the magnetic field of heaven and earth, just like swimming, you cannot avoid touching water.

But the zombie king was sealed in the coffin, which seemed to let him avoid the thunder tribulation.

Theoretically, at this time, the thundercloud may not be able to find the source.

However, I can help him!

Taoist Juechen glanced at the dark clouds in the sky and hesitated slightly.

"If I can't make it, it's not too late for you to crush the positioning."

An Qisheng said again.

After that, before waiting for him to reply, he had already stepped away. Between the ups and downs, he had already crossed hundreds of meters and approached the abyss where Mu Feng was.

boom!

Boom!

As An Qisheng stepped, the aura around him also spread out.

In an instant, thunderclouds rolled in the sky, electric snakes danced one after another, and the whistling hurricane wailed, making it even more terrifying in this pitch-black sky!

"Flying sword? Dao sword? The style of that sword"

In the dark cave, in the trembling and struggling coffin, the scarlet eyes moved.

In the Emperor Heaven Realm, Feijian is a magic weapon that can only be made by very few people.

Can someone actually make a flying sword?

How did he do it?

"Thunder? Want to borrow thunder to strike me?"

The next moment, as if he felt something, his scarlet eyes condensed, and a look of anger appeared.

Zombies are born with resentment, and hate thunder and masculinity the most in his life. His body is almost indestructible. Even if the emperor is ten violent, the old master cannot kill him. Naturally, he will not be afraid of thunder, but But he doesn't like being struck by lightning.

"court death!"

Zhu Shang let out a low cry, and the cave was shattered with a bang!

Boom!

There was earth-shattering movement between the snow-capped mountains, and the tornado shattered!

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows and saw that the endless wind and snow were flying in all directions, and the air was rolling and turbulent, and a sinister and deep breath rose into the sky!