The Great Tao Chronicle

Clouds and mists rolled over the sky.

In the netherworld, a group of demons and ghosts were still in shock, and they were still running away.

Yan Xiake and the others stood among the ruins, watching the cloudy mist in the distance, and lost their minds for a while.

Who wins and who loses?

"Master Yan, what should we do?"

Wei Shaoyou was tumbling in his heart, feeling a little overwhelmed.

His conjecture was too terrifying, so terrifying that he was suffocated at this time, and he didn't even dare to say it.

Yan Xiake never looked at him, but still looked at Nether City from afar, with a low voice:

"Wait!"

This nether place is like a cage. If there is no one to lead the way, even if the primordial spirit cannot enter or exit, all they can do at this time is to wait.

Other than that, there's nothing they can do at all.

The Taoist Mingxin sat cross-legged in the ruins, and he found a book from nowhere.

"The Netherworld King Festival, the Netherworld King Festival"

wow~

At the bottom of the netherworld, the huge dragon head lifted and fell, and the scarlet and violent eyes couldn't help but show a hint of disappointment.

Why stop?

keep fighting

He let out a low growl in his heart, causing the entire Nether Sea to shake slightly.

He didn't know who this sudden Daoist was, but after a collision, he already saw that this Daoist was definitely not an ordinary person, and Xie Qishen was burdened, so he might not be able to beat him.

But things didn't change according to his will.

"Ok?"

An Qisheng's heart moved slightly.

He knew that this 'good' was not told to him, but to another 'person'.

Because, with Xie Qi's voice, he fell to the ground.

Instead of sitting with his back to him, Hei Wuchang, who had been silent for thousands of years, slowly raised his head.

Obviously sitting with their backs facing each other, according to their orientation, they should not see black impermanence at all.

But An Qisheng saw it.

Black and impermanent, not too dark, his complexion is bronze, on the bridge of his tall nose, a pair of dark eyes without the slightest whiteness, after a trace of confusion, slowly regained clarity.

Then, An Qisheng heard the first sentence after the recovery of Black Impermanence:

"Seventh brother, stop first."

His voice was hoarse and sharp, like two iron stones rubbing against each other, piercing, but exuding vitality, just like the rising sun and the earth after a thunderstorm.

If it is said that Bai Wuchang Xie Qi is condensed by complete death energy, and this black impermanence is the convergence of all vitality.

The two are also called the messengers of life and death.

Interdependent and restrained, it is precisely because of this subtle connection that Xie Qifang can carry his own origin and maintain the last ray of black impermanence.

Until then, there is no chance of resurrection.

"Black Impermanence"

An Qisheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and Xie Qi's stop was naturally because of the impermanence of darkness.

In today's world, I am afraid that only he can change Xie Qi's desire to shoot.

However, this is not a good thing for Xie Qi, because the burden of carrying two people on the basis of one person is too great.

In fact, if not so, the aftermath of that collision would not have spread to Nether City.

It is nothing more than not wanting to affect the resurrection of Black Impermanence.

"Old Eight"

Xie Qi called his brother's name softly, and a gentle smile appeared on his indifferent face.

Just like the older brother who dotes on his younger brother in a mortal family, he has no indifference or killing intent.

If this scene makes the demons who have died under his hands for countless years, the monks will only be suspicious of life when they see it.

In fact, at the bottom of the netherworld, that big demon was astonished at this moment, almost thinking that he had seen the wrong person.

"Seventh brother, over the years, I have suffered for you"

There was a hint of warmth in the black and impermanent voice, as if it had just gotten out of the thousand-year silence, capturing every moment at this moment.

"My brother, what did you say?"

Xie Qi shook his head gently, and his voice became softer:

"Seventh brother is very happy that you can come back."

The two brothers, one black and one white, sat with their backs to each other, and their voices were full of joy, but unfortunately, under the maintenance of some invisible force, the two could not be separated, and they could not see each other at all.

With the recovery of Black Impermanence and the recovery of breath, the breath of Xie Qi began to slowly fall back. In the end, the two maintained a very delicate balance.

Just like the sealed space that seals the '蜍', life and death are independent of each other, but they are mutually dependent.

The two brothers told their parting and reunion feelings, as if no one else was there.

An Qisheng stood in the distance, watching quietly, not disturbing or leaving.

After a long time, Xie Qicai looked at An Qisheng again, with a trace of regret in his calm eyes:

"Now, I really can't kill you"

For more than a thousand years, and even more distant years, apart from the emperor and ten cruel people and the ghostly people, there seems to be no one in the world who is worthy of his shot.

Even this An Qisheng didn't care much in his heart until he really competed.

In the long years, he has seen too many geniuses, too many masters, but no one is his enemy, and even some people who are rampant, just look at him and go crazy.

If possible, he really wanted to take the shot with all his strength and fight against this person that the Fu Jun valued, and divide life and death.

pity

Feeling the pressure that was as heavy as the moon behind him, his heart gradually calmed down.

"The return of the eighth master is also a great joy, and the seventh master still has to think more about it."

An Qisheng paced up to the top of the city and sighed softly:

"Thousands of years of perseverance will bring the day when the eighth master returns. It would be a pity if we meet today and leave tomorrow."

In Qin Wuyi's memory, he could see that Xie Qi was a rare and pure person.

There are not many such people in the world.

"Friend Daoist is the one that Fu Jun once mentioned? It's really extraordinary. Even if the seventh brother is not burdened by me, he may not be able to beat you."

Xie Qi said nothing, but Hei Wuchang spoke softly:

"But, you persuaded the wrong person, the Netherworld's monarch sacrifice, from beginning to end, is my idea."

Hei Wuchang slowly raised his head, clearly sitting with their backs facing each other, but seemed to be looking directly at An Qisheng.

"you?"

An Qisheng frowned slightly.

Compared to Xie Qi's famous name, this Hei Wuchang seems to have a very low sense of existence. In all kinds of legends, he is taciturn and has no sense of existence.

Looking at it at this time, it feels a little unfathomable.

Black face, black heart?

You know, even Qin Wuyi, who has been stationed in the world for more than a thousand years, doesn't even know about this!

It can be seen how deep this black impermanence is hidden.

"The seven of us, the third brother is the most bookish, but his heart is upright and strict. Compared with many ghost tricks, he is not as good as me."

Hei Wuchang sighed softly, as if reminiscing about the past and organizing language.

An Qisheng stood at the top of the city, looking at the expressionless black face, a deep ripple appeared in the depths of his eyes.

Between the ripples, a pale imprint was slowly taking shape.

With the improvement of his realm, his attainments in the great supernatural power of Dreaming Daqian became more and more profound, but he was still unable to easily capture the traces of destiny like Xie Qi.

But once they fight, even if the destiny is not leaking, they still have to leave traces between heaven and earth.

"Are you spying on us in some way?"

Hei Wuchang's eyes narrowed and he suddenly asked.

"Ok?"

Xie Qi frowned slightly, his eyes suddenly cold.

Although he didn't feel anything, he would not doubt Hei Impermanence's judgment, his eyes drooped down, and there seemed to be a cold current coming between heaven and earth.

"How can you see it?"

An Qisheng's heart moved, and with Xie Qi's concentration, the collection of spiritual imprints in his perspective suddenly slowed to a point where it almost stopped.

But he didn't panic, and still looked at the black and white impermanence in front of him calmly.

Dreaming Daqian may not be an invincible method, but Hei Wuchang is impossible to find out, because in essence, he is still spying on the world.

Spy on the traces they left in heaven and earth, not their mysteries.

Therefore, no one will feel it.

Unless, a person can take all traces of his own existence in heaven and earth, the past, the present, the future, what has happened, and what has not happened, all of them are taken back to himself.

If there is such a person in this world.

"What a clever method, even if it's close at hand, it doesn't even feel it"

Hei Wuchang looked at An Qisheng up and down, and was quite amazed:

"If I had magical powers like you, it would be amazing"

He seems to have made up his mind.

"How can you see it?"

An Qisheng took the trouble to ask again, he could feel that this black impermanence seemed more willing to talk than Xie Qi's ruthlessness.

This may be his habit, or perhaps this is the reason why he has been silent for more than a thousand years.

"When you spy on me in a way that I can't detect, you can probably guess that we are paying more attention to you."

Hei Wuchang smiled lightly, his voice no longer hoarse, and became calm:

"Although I fell into silence, I'm not really dead. What the seventh brother has seen, heard, thought, and thought will be felt by me, and in the darkness of the dead, the only thing I can do. , is to watch, think, and ponder over and over again.”

He and Xie Qi are already two sides of the same community to a certain extent. What Xie Qi sees is also what he sees.

This point~www.wuxiaspot.com~ An Qisheng can also faintly feel:

"So?"

"You came to this world about ninety-four years, nine months and thirteen days. According to the records of the book of life and death, your body happened to die ninety-four years ago. I can even calculate that The first moment you came to this world"

Hei Wuchang looked calm, and slowly said:

"Tai Chi Induction Chapter, Tai Chi Bagua Furnace, Tai Chi Supernatural Power Sanshou, Qi Seeds, Conferred God Platform, one after another, all of them are where your flaws lie, and it is also from these one after another. I guess you have some way of peeking into other people's mysteries

Otherwise, even if you are a genius in the sky, and you are an unparalleled genius comparable to the ruler of the government, you will not be able to reach this level in just ninety years.”

Speaking of this, Hei Wuchang raised his eyebrows, and those pure black eyes were like the best mirror in the world, reflecting An Qisheng's face, and it seemed to penetrate his heart.

"Friend An, your flaws,

Too much. "