The Great Tao Chronicle

There are many visions, and the celestial phenomena are mutated. Except for the absence of a catastrophe, the promotion of the Yuanyang Taoist and any legendary kings and powerhouses is generally the same.

Who would have thought that in just 30 years, he could reach such a height?

Miao Meng's heart is complicated. This kind of talent is not even in the legends, right?

At the foot of the mountain, there are not only many sect holy places, but also masters from other states and even foreign races, elders of the Great Beginning Holy Land, and several supreme elders are also here.

The Wanlong Boat stopped far away, and the crowd from Wanfa Building came, which attracted a lot of attention, but it did not cause any fluctuations.

In fact, there are not a few people in the Holy Land who have come here today, and people from major sects are everywhere. Although the Wanfa Building is famous, it is not worth their fuss.

"King Yuanyang can't go into seclusion. Before asking for instructions, it's hard for you to go up the mountain. Please bear with me." Fang Yingqiu apologized slightly.

After the war, Lin Fengmo retreated in shame and anger, and the Holy Master of the Great Beginning did not appear in front of people. At this time, Fang Yingqiu was in charge of the Holy Land of the Great Beginning.

These days, he is also at the foot of the mountain.

"Elder Fang is too polite." Miao Meng didn't dare to be negligent and nodded in response.

Fang Yingqiu's cultivation will not be inferior to that of Gan Shishi, and he is also a real high-ranking authority in the Holy Land of the Great Beginning, and no one dares to neglect him.

After a few conversations, Miao Meng and others also walked to the side, either sitting or standing, waiting quietly.

"The Gale Clan, the Shenlin Clan, and the Spirit Clan also have a lot of masters. Are these people really here to congratulate you?"

Yuan Duxiu fell down and sat down, but Yu Guang swept around, suspicious in his heart.

The birth of the human race and the crowning of the king is certainly an earth-shattering event, but the relationship between the human race and the various races is not good, and the hatred of tens of millions of years is not a short-term peace that can be erased.

If it was said that they really came to congratulate, he really didn't believe it.

"Professional"

Yuan Duxiu looked around, and a voice that had not been heard for a long time sounded in his heart again.

Mu Longcheng spoke up.

After several attempts, he found that everything could not escape An Qisheng's calculations, so he sank to think about it, and finally gave up his temptation.

But maybe he was too lazy to pay attention to Yuan Duxiu for a long time.

"teacher?"

Yuan Duxiu was a little surprised, "Are you awake?"

Mu Longcheng ignored Yuan Duxiu's innocuous words, and whispered, "In the northwest of you, three hundred and forty kilometers away, there is a dilapidated carriage, have you seen it?"

"Ok?"

Yuan Duxiu's eyes moved slightly. Although he only glanced at it before, his realm at this time was different from before, and at a glance, all the scenes within a radius of thousands of miles came into his mind.

Hearing Mu Longcheng's words, he couldn't help thinking.

More than 300 miles northwest of him, there is indeed a dilapidated chariot, pulled by a different kind of ox, with no roof and no roof.

At this time, grandfather and grandson were sitting.

The old man's beard and hair were all white, his hair was black, his eyes were cloudy, and his body was stooped. The young man looked like he was about six or seven years old.

He glanced at it before, the old man should have condensed the cave, but the little one seemed to be 'convinced'.

"Could it be that they have a problem?"

Yuan Duxiu turned her mind around, pretended to inadvertently glanced up, and her gaze stayed on the old man for a moment.

But no clue was found.

"Looking at the old is not necessarily older than looking at the younger." Mu Longcheng stared at the child who looked like a porcelain doll through Yuan Duxiu's body.

Coincidentally, the little boy raised his head as if unintentionally, smiling innocently and innocently.

Mu Longcheng has no eyes at this time, and what he sees is not visible to the naked eye.

Everyone is just a group of 'particles' that are indistinguishable from other substances in the universe.

Naturally, it can be seen that in the seemingly ordinary body of the 'child', there is something terrifying in silence.

"The little one?"

Yuan Duxiu frowned.

"You don't have to look, you can't see anything."

Mu Longcheng's heart was filled with ripples, and he seemed to be guessing something, but he didn't sell anything and spoke directly.

"Under the child's face, the heart is old, and there is an old monster hidden in that small body, and the breath of a treasure!"

A treasure? !

Yuan Duxiu's pupils shrank.

From ancient times to the present, from all times to the present, it is better than the treasure left by the sons, which may be called holy or god, but it is the only one that cannot be called.

The treasure is and can only be the treasure of enlightenment refined by ancient and modern emperors!

In his later years, the "Vajra Bracelet" that Guanglong Supreme made with great magic power could not be called a treasure, even if it was in the ascendant of the imperial court, it was only a prototype of the "treasure".

Came to congratulate, but brought the supreme treasure?

What does he want to do? !

"Incompetent rage is useless. I tell you this, so that you don't go to die, not to think that you know it will be of any use."

Yuan Duxiu was frightened and angry, but Mu Longcheng was calm as water, "If you don't experience it personally, you will never believe it. The inferiority of monks is not much better than that of mortals."

He wasn't sleeping, and he couldn't sleep at all.

These days, Yuan Duxiu saw everything he saw, heard, and learned.

Thirty years after it was born, it has crossed all realms and reached the top in one fell swoop. Even if it is said to be a myth in legends, it will naturally not make everyone believe it.

In particular, the calamity that symbolized the Heaven-reaching Realm, or the celestial punishment did not come.

This is bound to attract a lot of temptation.

"If someone really wants to take action on Da Shishan, I'm afraid it won't be alone."

Yuan Duxiu didn't care that Mu Longcheng's devaluation was worthless, and his brows furrowed deeply.

He was a little helpless.

He has practiced for decades, and since his true form has crossed all realms, he has cultivated into a cave, and in addition to the Great Sun Sacrament, there are few people in the same rank who are his opponents.

But the enemy of his own younger brother has already risen to the level of the supreme treasure.

How can this make him intervene, what can be done?

"It doesn't matter if there is one person or ten million people, you don't have to care, you can't control it, you won't be held hostage, maybe it's enough for him."

Mu Longcheng did not speak again.

Yuan Duxiu is a little bit angry now, but he still has to admit that with his current cultivation base, it seems that he can't do anything except be coerced.

"An Qisheng, what exactly do you want to do?"

Mu Longcheng murmured in his heart.

He can see it, can An Qisheng not see it?

It can be seen from Yuan Duxiu's "Sacred Art of the Four Tribulations of the Heart" that will become the "Sutra of Seizing Fortune", that An Qisheng must have a way to steal his own art.

Naturally, what he can see, he can also, even, will be clearer!

So what does he want to do?

"It's so lively"

In the tumbling sea of ​​clouds, Chu Yunyang lay lazily in it, and sighed, "Are these people really not afraid of death? Even knowing that this king, dare to come and spy."

Of course, his speed was very fast. The moment he made up his mind, he had already set off, and naturally he also rushed to the Great Beginning Sacred Mountain.

Naturally, I also saw an endless stream of masters.

It was difficult for him to see so many masters gathering in the past, but at this time, the master is still in retreat, and these rare masters are already waiting at the foot of the mountain.

"The human heart is complex, and the same person has thousands of thoughts. The goals of these people are probably different, but the goal is the Yuanyang King."

Zhao Zhen stood in the sea of ​​​​clouds, his clothes were dancing, and his expression was a little subtle.

"The secret of Tongtianjing is very attractive to many old immortals. After all, this one suffered a war first, and has never crossed the sky, maybe someone wants to test it."

Throughout the ages, there have been enlightened dragon and phoenix demon spirits, holy spirits who were born into the sky and accomplished, and unparalleled arrogance who fought across the ranks.

But only there has never been a king who has not survived the catastrophe.

If he hadn't seen the bullying formation, he would have been ready to move in the face of these tens of thousands of years, the only king-appointed giant in Huangji Continent.

Now that I think about it, the one who never crossed the tribulation, could it be that

"I didn't mention this in the information I purchased in Tianji Pavilion a few days ago. Maybe you thought too much. Even my little sister, I'm afraid it won't easily offend such a giant."

Chu Yunyang didn't quite agree with Zhao Zhen's words, and instead tended to have a black hand behind these people who came.

Otherwise, many of the experts who came here today are extremely far away from Dongzhou.

"Who knows?"

Zhao Zhen didn't argue with the third son, but he didn't think that the empress dared not.

That courage is really big!

The sea of ​​clouds fell silent, the two of them waited quietly, and also looked at the figures who came from time to time, with different thoughts.

Huhu~

The suspended Tiangong is grand and solemn, and looking from the bottom up, it adds to the deterrent effect.

It's just that at this time, the suspended heaven is empty.

In the huge palace complex, you can hear needles falling, and there is no other person's breath at all.

Only An Qisheng sat cross-legged with his eyes closed under the old tree, swallowing the air, and the sound of thunder exploded from time to time in his abdomen.

And Zhu Dahai, who was squatting and swallowing pills from time to time.

These days when An Qisheng was unable to retreat, Zhu Dahai, who was the closest to him, naturally got a lot of benefits.

The Great Beginning Holy Land, as one of the three holy places that mastered all the medicinal pill refining in East Continent, naturally would not be short of medicinal pills.

thump~

thump~

dong dong dong~

Sounds like muffled thunder, like a malleus, sounded from time to time. This was the sound of the various spiritual materials swallowed by An Qisheng being crushed by his stomach.

Use your body as a furnace, melt all kinds of spiritual materials, and cast your own treasure!

"Kah ah ah~"

Zhu Dahai was accustomed to it, and he never had time in his mouth. He swallowed a lot of pills, and from time to time, he also took out one or two pills and stuffed them into his ear holes.

It was eaten by the golden-winged Dapeng like a chick. The latter's belly was round, but he was still being fed constantly, rolling his eyes.

Eating is his practice.

It was An Qisheng who developed the most suitable exercises based on his blood and temperament.

In fact, he has indeed advanced by leaps and bounds. In just 30 years, under the irrigation of many Lingmi pills, he has completely mastered his own bloodline.

The strength of the physique is not inferior to the Holy Spirit of the same level, but the strength is still more than that.

"Hoohoo~"

At a certain moment ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the sound of the explosion resounding through the floating heaven disappeared, replaced by a long and inconceivable thumping sound like a dragon absorbing water.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the floating Heavenly Palace with a radius of more than ten thousand miles seems to have become a vortex.

With it as the center, the sea of ​​clouds in the sky of hundreds of thousands of miles churns up.

"Who caused the celestial phenomenon?!"

At the foot of the mountain, which had been silent for a long time, a moment before the sea of ​​​​clouds rolled, a voice sounded.

Almost at the same time, one after another, or plain, or cold, or domineering, or turbid eyes condensed on the sky.

I saw a path of inspiration intertwined vertically and horizontally, whistling like a real dragon.

It was swallowed by the vortex transformed by the floating heavenly palace!

Vaguely, there was wind blowing above the earth, and an invisible but vast aura gradually overflowed from the 'vortex'.

"Again, come again?!"