The Great Tao Chronicle

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Kingship Road!

Long floating world!

Feeling the vast sea of ​​nostalgia and information in his heart, An Qisheng was filled with emotion.

The past flashed past like water on the mirror of my heart.

Zhang Haohao, Zhang Tingting, Tie Shan, Yan Kaiyu, Liu Ming, Bai Xian'er, Li Ling, Huang Fu, Sun En, Pang Wanyang, Yan Kuangtu, Mu Qingfeng, Yixiu, Wheel King, Han Changgong, Yun Haitian , Yun Dongliu, Fan Zimin...

Everything and everything flashed through his mind.

Ever since he knew about the replacement of the universe, he had been thinking about it.

If it is as he expected, the Xuanxing universe is getting closer to other universes, and one day it will even collide and be compatible like the Emperor Heaven Realm and the human world. What should he do?

And there is only one result. If that day will come sooner or later, then he has to choose who will come and what world will come!

If you can't change the result, change the process!

This is one of his attempts...

hum~

As the talismans adorned with stars in the starry sky bloomed, An Qisheng's divine intent suddenly sank into the ball of light imprinted with the world's information.

In other words, among the anchors.

And from beginning to end, the Tao Yitu in the depths of his soul remained motionless.

......

The kingdoms of the world are crowned with abundance.

Fengzhou, headed by Feng, is incomparable to Fengzhou, where the ancient capital of three thousand years is located.

Because, the land of Fengzhou is the dojo of the world's leader, Wang Quandao, where the ancestral court is located.

For three thousand years, Fengzhou has only one city. Its name is Nanliang. It is also the first city in the world. It covers an area of ​​3,000 kilometers and has a population of more than 40 million.

It is only the place where the city was opened up, and the front seat of the mountain has already been moved, and there are even more unparalleled swordsmen stepping out of the air, cutting out 12 gutters, attracting nine major rivers and three major rivers.

Therefore, it is also known as the twelve dragons around the southern beam.

There are many products from the Golden Wolf Kingdom, the Great Flame Kingdom, the Chiyun Kingdom, the Hailou Kingdom, and the Ding Kingdom.

This city is the extremity of the world!

In the city of Nanliang, there are thousands of buildings, headed by Yangxiaotang and Baizhang Yangxiaotang. For thousands of years, it has become a place that countless people yearn for.

I don’t know how many martial artists, literati and chivalrous people left their stories here.

Snapped!

Xingmu took a heavy photo, and the whole room was shocked.

In the Yangxiao Hall, an old man in a green shirt stood in front of the table, eloquently said: "The book is connected to the previous article, and the story is from the past! This time I was talking about the heroes gathered in front of the chivalrous gate, and the white clothes and red horses are coming!"

The old man had a long beard and red face, his eyes were shining, and his voice was neither loud nor low, but it just happened to reach the ears of thousands of guests in Yangxiao Hall, which showed that his internal strength was also quite warm.

However, many high-profile guests in the hall did not buy it, and many people even shouted loudly.

"Brother Han, this time you said it not 10,000 times, but also 8,000 times, why don't we change it?"

Some people even threw a golden cloud treasure, like an electric light flying by, but it fell lightly and landed on the table in front of the old man, showing a profound control of internal force, which made many people secretly good.

"If it's anyone else, the old man will definitely ignore it. Since it's Brother Wang, it's naturally no problem."

The old storyteller's eyes lit up, he skillfully put away the gold ingot, cupped his hands, and said, "I don't know what Brother Wang wants to hear? Old Han, I've been a storyteller for 30 years, and there are still a few more times, you can choose one. two."

With the money, of course it's easy to talk.

"Brother Wang, listen up!"

The old man woke up and patted the table, and said in a loud voice, "'Thousands of horses on the snowy field are at the same time, and the patriarch tries his hand to suppress a thousand troops.''

‘In Fengdu City, the patriarch subdues the dragon’

‘The Soldiers Gather, Divine Sword Twenty-Three’

'Gossip fire in the gossip furnace, heaven, man, **** and soldier transform into kingship'

"When the patriarch said the law of the world, the king's power can be the teacher of the world."

The old man's voice was extremely low and rhythmic. Speaking of it at this time, it could be said to be vivid.

However, many people in the hall still shook their heads, slandering in their hearts.

They have heard the legend of the patriarch Wang Quan not a hundred thousand times, but also 80,000 times. It can even be said that in this world, there is no one who is unfamiliar with the emperor and the generals, down to the merchants and pawns.

Just dragging a person on the street can eloquently tell a lot of legends about the ancestors of Wang Quan. Although the old man speaks vividly and vividly, the level is very high, but everyone listens to it too much.

"Brother Han, there are too many things passed down by your ancestors in the world. I am all yearning for the legend of the ancestors of Wang Quan, but I have heard a lot of them, right? Brother, why don't you talk about today's world?"

The middle-aged man who threw the gold ingot couldn't help but stand up and cupped his hands.

In theory, the legend of the gentleman's ze, beheaded by the fifth generation, and the patriarch of Wangquan, should not have been circulated for so long in theory. It is so broad, but three thousand years ago, Wangquan Road had a die-hard follower of the patriarch of Wangquan.

That rainbow fart took a total of 3,300 years, which is the first person in history.

That person is Fan Zimin, the founder of the storytellers in the world. For more than three thousand years, anyone in the world who wants to eat a bowl of storytelling should talk about the kingship for ten years.

Otherwise, this bowl of rice will be unstable!

"This......."

The storyteller hesitated slightly.

"Brother?"

The middle-aged man threw out another ingot of gold, and everyone who watched it secretly clicked their tongues. How amazing is the purchasing power of a ingot of gold?

That is to say, in this Yangxiaotang, if it were in other places, it would be enough to buy a storyteller and talk about it for a year and a half.

"Then, say something else?"

Mr. Storyteller received the gold, thinking that he had almost completed his storytelling task this year, so he no longer hesitated: "So, let's talk about it, that Chiyun Country!"

Snapped!

Before telling the story, Xingmu patted the table.

"The king's power hangs over the kingdoms with a sword, and there has been no war for three thousand years! However, in the Golden Wolf Kingdom, there is a martial arts sect that has been passed down for three thousand years, the Zhuanlun Temple!

According to legend, the Zhuanlun Temple has an unparalleled secret method, which is comparable to Wangquan Dao's "Ferris Wheel Method". Of course, that secret method is also said to have been passed down by me, ahem, Wangquan Dao. "

"Yo! Brother, did you miss out?"

Someone in the hall shouted.

Mr. Storyteller smiled and didn't care, and said loudly: "But it is said that there was a Tianjiao in Zhuanlun Temple three thousand years ago, and its name is Zhuanluwang. Everyone who has heard "Wangquan Biography" should also know that, yes, it is that Wheel King!"

"Although the wheel-turning king was defeated by the patriarch, the patriarch took pity on his talent and let him go back, but he didn't think about it, that wheel-turning king was really a genius, and the opportunity to be destroyed at the foundation, he actually realized the wheel-turning rebirth method! One hundred years later, rebirth!"

"Rebirth?!"

As soon as these two words came out, the entire hall was in an uproar, and the middle-aged man also took a breath, feeling that his golden flower was worth it.

Lifespan is limited. Even a person with a strong divine vein has only five hundred years of life. This is still today. According to legend, a person with strong divine veins three thousand years ago has only three hundred years of life!

Even Wang Quan Dao's amazing and brilliant patriarch, who opened the ninth level of heaven and man on the divine vein, is only a thousand years old.

People, eventually die.

Rebirth is naturally the most attractive word.

"That's right, the method of rebirth by turning the wheel, the Way of King Power is also included now!"

An outer disciple of Wang Quandao's eyes lit up: "It is said that inner disciples can choose various methods to practice. I have heard people talk about this practice!"

With the endorsement of the disciples of Wangquan Dao, the enthusiasm of the crowd was even higher, and it was not until Xingmu shot again that calm was restored.

"You don't need to be noisy, all the judges, just listen carefully! But it is said that the wheel-turning king was reborn a hundred years after his defeat. At that time, it was the time when the eight sons of the king's power were competing for the king's power, and all the heroes in the world were terrified.

The wheel-turning king met the eighth son of Wangquan at his peak. Even though he was a genius, he was no match for it. He eventually died of the second-generation Wangquan Daoist, the direct disciple of the ancestor, and the subordinate of the ancestor Zhang Ting.

And this has opened up the 3,300-year-old grievance between the Wheel-turning King and Wang Quandao! "

Speaking of this, the storyteller himself was immersed in it, and all the onlookers also listened to the ups and downs, unable to control themselves.

It was only half an hour after talking, but the drink had already dropped several thousand kilograms, which made the shopkeeper smile.

"...The wheel-turning king grew old and became stronger, he was reborn again and again, he cultivated to great success, and accumulated from generation to generation until the ninth time, and finally reached an unprecedented peak!

The kung fu of the ninth generation actually overlapped, and he cultivated the unparalleled kung fu. At that time, Wang Quan Jian had already escaped into the world, looking for a new generation of king power sword masters. in crisis..."

Mr. Storyteller looked dignified and immersed in it. He only felt that he was a contemporary Taoist king, facing the wheel-turning king who had cultivated the supreme martial arts with the ninth generation of heaven and man:

"At this time, a young man rode a donkey to Fengzhou, inheriting the luck of the king's power for two thousand years, and he was born, with a sword in the nineteen states!"

boom!

Such as adding fuel to the fire, such as thunderous explosions, huge Yang Xiaotang, up and down multi-storey buildings, thousands of drinkers, all boiling!

"Li Taibai!"

"Poetry and painting, sword wine, the most proud in the world!"

"Eternal love, only Taibai!"

"Second through the ages, Taibai Patriarch!"

Yangxiaotang is a hollow circle, and it goes up to thirty-eight floors. Thousands of drinkers are all set on fire.

The Dao of Wang Quan has been passed down for 3,300 years, and there is a generation of Daoists of Wang Quan in a hundred years, seven sons of Wang Quan in a hundred years, and Tianjiao people have emerged one after another.

However, there is only one person who is called by his name, not the king and the Taoist.

That is, Li Taibai!

Second through the ages, Li Taibai, who can compare the level of power with the king!

Ignite the five qi in the chest, condense the three flowers on the top, and open the nine layers of heaven and man above the divine veins, paving the way of heaven and man for future generations. Its great merit has lasted for ten thousand years.

Moreover, compared to Patriarch Wang Quan's cleanliness, there are countless romantic affairs about Patriarch Li, and his romantic history is still talked about today.

At this point, there is no need for Mr. Storyteller to say anything, and all the drinkers are talking about it, only Li Taibai speaks.

Because no matter what kind of masters, there is only one ending when they meet Li Taibai.

"Li Taibai..."

And just when the voices were in an uproar, a cold hum came, shaking the entire Yangxiaotang.

On the thirty-eighth floor of the Yangxiao Hall, thousands of drinkers, regardless of internal strength or martial arts level, heard this cold snort, and their minds were buzzing, their hearts were shaking violently, only the blood was flowing backwards, and their hearts were almost shaken out of their throats.

Master!

Great master!

There was silence in Yangxiaotang, from extreme movement to extreme silence, in just a moment, everyone looked at the door of Yangxiaotang in awe.

It was two young twins in black, wearing long knives, and looking indifferent and cold.

The one who spoke was one of them.

"Second or third son of Chiyun?!"

Seeing the person coming, Mr. Storyteller's pupils shrank, and his heart turned violent.

The second and third sons of Chiyun are said to be geniuses born in the Chiyun Kingdom once in thousands of years. One learns the sword and the other practices the sword. Since the age of ten, he has challenged the masters of various schools and sects.

Together, the two have a record of defeating the Great Master of Yin-Yang Promise, and they can be regarded as the top generation of the younger generation.

What's more terrifying is the man behind them.

Qi Kong in white.

One, in the age of the weak crown, cultivated into the infinite yin and yang, and set foot on the ninth layer of heaven and man, and was called the second king of the king by the Chiyun Kingdom, the supreme arrogance of Taibai's rebirth!

The second and third sons of Chiyun are Qi Kong's servants, one carries a sword for him, and the other holds a sword for him.

jingle bell~

The wind blows the copper bells, the white clothes enter the eyes, and the people are like clouds of smoke.

Standing outside the door of Yangxiaotang.

No one could see how he came, as if he had been standing there from time immemorial, scattered sunlight poured into Yangxiaotang from behind him, but not even his shadow came out.

Stand upright!

"Good life, it deserves a reward!"

The sound is flowing like a clear spring, the words are like the wind blowing camel bells, and the sand outside the fortress and the flowing water of the small bridge appear together. The indescribable voice echoes in the Yangxiaotang:

"Er, Asan, do you think so?"

"Master said yes, that's it."

The two identical young men in black responded in unison:

"No, it is."

"Go, go."

The person has not arrived yet, but he has gone far away, and the wind chimes are 'ding dang', and they are getting farther and farther away, until they can't be heard.

There was a dead silence in the Yangxiao Hall, until the wind chimes were far from being heard, and all the talents woke up like a dream, looked at each other, and their clothes were wet with cold sweat.

"not good!"

Mr. Storyteller glanced at the two ingots of gold that appeared on the table in front of him at some point in time. He breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression changed greatly: "Qi Kong is here, I'm afraid I'm going to Wangquan Mountain!"

Shocked, horrified!

The whole hall was shaken, and almost all the drinkers thought of something one after another, suddenly swarmed down from their respective floors, filed out, and headed for Wangquan Mountain outside Nanliang City.

They, who were chasing the legend, were going to witness the legend!

Qi Kong, dressed in white, came across a horse and traveled 80,000 miles, trying to challenge the way of kingship!

This news shook the entire Fengzhou, Dafeng Kingdom, and even the whole world at an unimaginable speed!

Countless people came running at the fastest speed, but no matter how fast the news spread, it was not as fast as Qi Kong's.

Before the sun sets, in front of the mountain gate of Wang Quan Dao, the strongest challenger in the millennium since the King of Wheels was ushered in.

"I don't know Wang Quandao, how many masters are there?"

Qi Kong stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the top of Wangquan Mountain, and said loudly: "Chiyun Qikong, come to worship the mountain!!"

The sound exploded, like thunder coming out of the mountain, and the mighty sound waves echoed in the sky in an instant, shaking the Wangquan Mountain, which was growing day by day, and is now as high as 3,400 meters high.

The countless martial artists who followed far behind raised their heads in awe, and saw that the wind and clouds were rolling in the sky, and the air waves were like mountains and seas, rolling in all directions, and the momentum was so great that it could be heard thousands of miles away!

"Qi Kong worships the mountain?"

In the mountain gate of the King Power Road, which is towering and towering like a cloud, a group of people sat cross-legged in front of the Tai Chi diagram, slowly opened their eyes, and there was a ripple in the deep, sea-like eyes:

"Scarlet Cloud Tianjiao who has inherited the inheritance of the Wheel Runner King?"

The Taoist was talking to himself slightly, and was about to open his mouth. His heart was suddenly shocked, and he stood up suddenly. As far as his eyes could see, he saw the statue of the patriarch who stood still after 3,300 years of wind, frost, rain and snow.

Suddenly, it shines brightly.

hum~~~

The divine light was like a pillar, and the dazzling light that burst out in an instant dyed the clouds and mists in the sky into golden yellow, and the indescribable breath suddenly smoothed out the heavy clouds and mists.

The thundercloud storm caused by the change of Qi in the high sky has never approached, and has been torn apart by the golden light.

And, almost at the same time, the Dafeng Baizhou, Chiyun and other seven countries, countless cities, countless Taoist temples, and countless statues of the patriarchs of kingship, all hummed and vibrated.

A pillar of divine light burst out like a heavenly sword, tearing apart the sky and reaching Xiaohan.

In an instant, the world shook!

"The Patriarch appeared holy?"

The contemporary monarchs are full of energy and emotional.

"Ok?!"

At the foot of Wangquan Mountain~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Qi Kong is looking at the sky from afar, and seeing the breath, his eyes can't help shaking: "The contemporary Wangquan Taoist is so terrifying?"

This breath is like the sea like the sky, and the terror is boundless and boundless. It is simply not owned by the human world. It is said that the contemporary Daoist Wangquan is only ordinary among the Daoist Wangquan of all dynasties. How can he be so tyrannical?

Involuntarily, there was a hint of hesitation in his heart, but at this point, he had no reason to retreat.

Not only did he not retreat, but he took a step forward and spoke again, the sound wave was ten times higher: "Chiyun Qikong, come to worship the mountain!!!"

The sound waves were on the top of the mountain, and the shocking clouds rolled.

But in the next moment, Qi Kong couldn't hold it any longer, until his expression suddenly changed.

Because, as the divine light shone on the sky, on the top of the lofty mountain, thousands of voices with different tones suddenly echoed, but they were equally tyrannical:

"Ancestor?!"