The Great Tao Chronicle

huh~

suck~

In the light and long breathing sound, all the Dan Qi floating in the room was swallowed into An Qisheng's belly, and turned into a small round pill between his constantly wriggling internal organs.

He slowly stretched his muscles and bones, making a 'crackling' sound, and the turbulent blood flowed through the whole body, nourishing his flesh and blood organs, and reforming his bone marrow.

Every little bit of change in the flesh, skin, bone marrow and viscera, the ancestors combined, is a huge change that is almost reborn.

huh~

He pinched lightly with his five fingers, and the air flowed from his fingertips like water, creating layers of ripples.

As the ripples spread, the dust floating in the air was shattered into finer particles.

This is a technique that Xuan Xing Gang Jin may not be able to achieve, which represents a huge transformation of physical strength.

An Qisheng's eyes were bright, and there was no turbidity in the slightest, and a little bit of aura was like a morning star:

"It's done."

These Xu Danqi can also be reborn for ordinary people, but it is far from enough to condense their true form.

But for him, it was enough.

There has never been a genius who needs to consume more resources. The more you know how to practice, the more genius you are, the more you can achieve greater achievements with less resources.

Not only is it absorbed quickly, it is absorbed more, and the less it is needed, the greater the harvest.

This is the arrogance of heaven.

The pure accumulation of resources requires ten times the resources of ordinary people, how can it be considered a genius?

Of course, An Qisheng doesn't think he is a genius, but he has experienced various worlds, and the foundation has been established.

It is a pity that this body was blessed by him with divine will, and it was born from a ray of vitality, as if 99% of the lifespan was burned, but the loss was not made up for by this little pill.

But Rao is so, anyone can see his rebirth at a glance.

The whole house was exhausted, and Yuan Duxiu also came back to his senses:

"You, you, this is the true form of condensed?"

He was a little unbelievable.

He was immersed in the medicinal liquid at a young age, and there was a special person who massaged his muscles and bones every day. He began to learn the 'Twelve Dragon Fist' since he can remember, and it was only in the seventeenth year that he condensed his true form.

And this is also considered first-class in Dingtian City, but it is not comparable to those arrogances who are "born with visions".

But even if the talent is unparalleled into the blue narcissus, Lin Xunlong, Wu Erlang, only condensed the true form after the age of three, but this little brother.

No one to guide, no inheritance, not only a posthumous child but also premature, but only 31 days to condense the true form? !

"It's just started."

An Qisheng slowly let out a breath, and the air flow came out from the window paper, which turned into a cloud of white smoke and exploded in the courtyard, hazy surrounding the entire courtyard.

When I looked up again, my face was already smooth and moist, and every pore was tightly closed.

If it is not white hair and white eyebrows, it is a normal child.

The system of each world has its own uniqueness, and the system that Wanyangjie has inherited for millions of years is indeed perfect to an extreme.

In terms of a single body, An Qisheng can't be changed.

The transformation of condensed true form is from the inside out and involves all aspects. Once it is achieved, both physical strength and life expectancy will increase.

Its significance is not inferior to Xuanxing's holding pill, the exchange of blood in the long-floating world, and the 'shoulu' of the human world.

Moreover, the width is wider, ranging from nine bulls and two tigers to twelve dragons.

The same true form, the disparity between strength and weakness may be greater than the difference between Xuanxing Jianshen and ordinary people.

Only in Wanyang Realm, this step can be regarded as a real practice.

"If it is to be condensed, it will not happen overnight."

An Qisheng glanced at Yuan Duxiu.

With the nourishment of Dan Qi day and night, his injury has also improved, but the change is minimal compared to his own.

"You don't want to cultivate only one realm."

Yuan Duxiu shook his head.

He can see that the shape of the galaxy condensed by his younger brother has a very high intention, a very large shape, and a very high ceiling.

In fact, tens of millions of years ago in the Myriad Sun Realm, the way of cultivation was only one realm, and one realm to the top was the great power, the prince, and even a realm of Heavenly Venerate that overwhelmed the universe.

It’s just that only one level of cultivation is too difficult, consumes more resources, and the speed is slower.

Therefore, it took tens of millions of years to expand to the nine realms on the basis of the true form.

Now, it has expanded from the nine realms to the eleven realms (the belief before the true form, and the exterior scene before the spiritual appearance, but those two realms are just transitions, so they are generally called the nine realms).

"Of course I won't cultivate a realm."

An Qisheng nodded.

The nine realms of Wanyangjie are the changes in the martial arts of tens of millions of years. Behind every step of transformation are countless legends of outstanding people. Is it a waste to cultivate one realm alone?

He entered the dream realm in order to condense his most perfect body flower. Naturally, these nine realms must be fully cultivated, and each realm must be cultivated to the peak and complete.

But this one doesn't need to be said.

"That's good."

Yuan Duxiu breathed a sigh of relief.

He was really afraid that his younger brother would have to cultivate a single realm.

A realm can also be king, but any realm is the essence developed by countless outstanding talents.

In ancient times, the Supreme One cultivated only one realm because there was only one realm.

But now that there are nine realms, it would be too stupid to have to cultivate only one realm.

The two exchanged a few words, mostly An Qisheng, and Yuan Duxiu was listening.

Yuan Duxiu's original "Twelve Dragon Fist" was not very clever, and An Qisheng speculated that the person who created that boxing method could not touch his own feet even if he turned around.

However, some of the principles of the Fa are common to other realms, and they cannot be discarded blindly.

In particular, Yuan Duxiu has more than 20 years of attainments in this martial art.

Therefore, according to the law of the Twelve Dragon Fist, An Qisheng used the "Tao Da Yan Tian Tong".

huh~

Yuan Duxiu crossed his knees and closed his eyes, only to feel a slight chill between his brows, that was An Qisheng's finger on his brow.

'Dayan Tiantong. ’

An Qisheng said to himself in his heart, it was the first time that he had used the magical power of Dayan Tiantong on other people.

He only used this magical power once, and it was still used to deduce the world coordinates. The effect was extremely immediate, and the coordinates of the hexagonal universe were calculated in a few moments.

Before, his physique was weak and weak, unable to bear the large fluctuations of divine will. At this time, his true form was initially condensed, and his physique had undergone a reborn change.

You can try it.

hum~

Yuan Duxiu's heart trembled slightly, only to feel that a ray of light suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​nothingness.

This ray of light is not very strong, but it crosses the dim sea of ​​​​heart, but it is so bright that it is impossible to look directly at it. It seems to be the first light since the universe was opened.

Eternal darkness is over.

roar~

Then, a shocking dragon roar exploded, spreading out, causing Yuan Duxiu's pores to expand and his scalp to go numb.

At the moment when the golden light burst out, a mighty dragon with scales, armor, and claws evolved, which crossed the sea of ​​his heart.

The majesty, spirit, and high spirit of the dragon made Yuan Duxiu fascinated for a while.

I just feel that this is the real dragon!

And this is just the beginning.

roar~

roar~

roar~

One after another dragon chants rose and fell, emerging one after another from the nothingness.

Dao Dao Shenlong lies in the sea of ​​heart, or dives in the abyss, or leaps in the sky, or rides the changes of the four seasons, or grasps the movement of the wind and clouds...

Dragons have a hundred forms and a hundred kinds of majesty.

At this time, the various states of the dragon seem to appear in the sea at the same time.

Then, Wanlong roared, intertwined vertically and horizontally, and turned into a brilliant bright sun from the sea of ​​​​heart.

Great Sun Wanlong Fist!

In a trance, the essence of Taoism fills his mind, and he tells about the changes in the way of boxing, as if the ancient supreme emperor preached a sermon, which made Yuan Duxiu tremble.

‘Little brother, isn’t he the ancient Holy Emperor Tianzun? ’

When he opened his eyes again, Yuan Duxiu's gaze towards An Qisheng had already changed dramatically.

If it weren't for the 30 million years from ancient times to the present, there has never been a similar flower, and the ancient sage emperor, supreme, and heavenly emperor have never had a time of reappearance.

He almost thinks that the younger brother in front of him is the ancient supreme reincarnation.

But Rao was like this, and there was an inevitable flash of awe in his heart.

Such boxing... .

"This Great Sun Wanlong Fist is just a prototype. How to improve it depends on you."

An Qisheng said something, took out more than 100 'True Shape Pills' from the wooden box and threw them to Yuan Duxiu, and then put all the wooden boxes into the Qiankun bag.

He did not use Dayan Tiantong to deduce this boxing technique to its peak.

First, he knows very little about the exercises in this world, but deducing them consumes more Dao energy. Third, they are too perfect exercises, which are also a kind of strangulation for people themselves.

A flawless practice is enough to cover up all a person's aura.

huh~

His body was a little bigger, and he could barely cross his legs.

She didn't care about Yuan Duxiu's thoughts and closed her eyes.

"Whoo~"

Yuan Duxiu took a deep breath, suppressed the boiling in her heart, and returned to her room holding the True Form Pill.

His heart was agitated, but he forgot for a while.

The countless medicinal pills that he had exchanged for him were all collected by An Qisheng.

hum~

An Qisheng closed his eyes slightly, and in his perspective, there was a three-hearted blue soul boy who was jumping freely among the many spiritual imprints.

That is the many imprints he took from the many magical instruments and divine weapons of the Yibao Pavilion.

It contains the original magic weapon, the most impressive thing about the Lord of Divine Weapons.

Wanyangjie's martial arts practice has reached a peak. Whether it is a magic weapon or a magic weapon, it is more similar to the 'heaven and man's magic weapon' in the Jiufujie, which is an interweaving of Taoism and reason.

Ninety percent of these many magical weapons are all kinds of knives, guns and sticks, and only a few are in the shape of seals and small cauldrons.

"There are more things in these information groups than before."

The three-hearted blue soul boy moaned happily.

"Summary and summarize, filter out the essence and pass it to me."

An Qisheng slowly closed his eyes.

The cultivators in the Wanyang Realm are kings by their physique, and their tyrannical physique to some extent isolates the leakage of their spirits. It is much more difficult to collect spiritual imprints than the human way.

However, he was not surprised. Daqian's dream was only a magical power in the end, and he did not think that relying on a magical power, he would run amok in the heavens and the world.

......

Dingtian City traverses 3,000 miles from east to west, and stretches 5,000 miles from north to south, like an ancient mythical beast crawling on the wilderness, and nine large rivers, including the Lailongjiang River, surround it.

This is the palace city of Dingtianfu, and it is also one of the nine hundred royal cities with the longest history in Dongzhou.

And Tianding Kingdom, among the hundreds of dynasties in Eastern Continent, was the only dynasty with two king cities, Dingtian City, also known as the Western Capital.

The population is large and the prosperity is endless.

Although it was only in the early hours of the morning, it was already full of people, and the noise of millions of people woke up this huge city that had slept all night.

As for the Yanshui Pavilion at the corner of the southern city, it was just about time to close its doors and rest.

"Uncle Yu~"

A sweet and greasy female voice with a long tail followed the knock on the door, and woke up Yu Qianshan, who had stayed in the pile of fat powder all night:

"It's three poles in the sun, you should get up too. Outside the door, the master has been waiting for you all night."

"Let him wait."

Yu Qianshan stretched his waist long while surrounded by his pink arms: "It's just a dog of the Lin family, so what can he do if he has to wait for ten nights and a hundred nights?"

As he got up, Yingying Yanyan seven or eight women changed clothes for the man, regardless of their sore bodies, as if their bodies had been ravaged by elephants all night.

Gray strong suit, long boots, and a straw hat made up a slender, sturdy man with a lazy face.

"Father, walk slowly."

Several women were dressed revealingly, and their delicate faces were unstoppably sleepy.

"Who said Grandpa was leaving?"

Yu Qianshan sat down at the table and tapped lightly: "Sang Er, what's the matter, even the food and drinks at the table have been saved?"

"Where dare, where dare?"

Outside the door, a middle-aged woman with a charming charm pushed the door and said with a smile, "It's just that Second Master Lin, we can't afford to offend you, right? You want ten tables and eight tables, we have them too, we also have them. deliver."

As he spoke, he motioned for several women in the house to go out.

Several women rushed out of the room as if they had been granted amnesty. There was only one beautiful girl who looked like a middle-aged woman, walking the slowest and limping.

"Alas, the years make people grow old."

Yu Qianshan shook his head slightly, looking at the woman with some sigh: "When I came here forty years ago, your mother was only twenty-eight years old, and now, you are not too young..."

"You're not getting old."

Seeing Yingwu as forty years ago, Yu Qianshan, who has no trace of time, the middle-aged woman's face is a little complicated.

Even in today's world, not everyone can practice martial arts. Three or four generations of them have worked in this Yanshui Pavilion for 60 years, just to allow future generations to embark on that path?

"The ancient sage emperors will grow old and die, let alone me in Qianshan?"

Yu Qianshan shook his head and sighed:

"Forget it, for the sake of the three generations of your grandparents who have served me for 40 years, let the puppy from the Lin family come in~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Uncle Yu."

The middle-aged woman breathed a sigh of relief and quickly retreated.

After a while, the pale-faced Lin Gou walked into the house: "Lin Gou has seen the uncle, but I haven't seen you for many years, and your style is still the same."

Facing the compliment, Yu Qianshan flicked his fingers impatiently:

"There is something to say, there is fart!"

Lin Gou lowered his head, covering the anger in his eyes, and said respectfully, "Master Hui, in Lanshui City, there is a fat sheep."

"Oh?"

Yu Qianshan took off his straw hat and glanced at him, "How fat?"

"One percent of them is enough for you to be unrestrained in this Yanshui Pavilion for five hundred years."

Yu Qianshan narrowed his eyes:

"Yes?"