The Great Tao Chronicle

The sound wave exploded in front of Dashi Mountain.

In the Great Beginning Mountain formation, everyone was shocked, looked up, and saw the four people fighting fiercely in the sea of ​​blood, and the battle was unprecedentedly fierce.

"Wait, go and send a message to King Yuanyang!"

Amidst the buzzing, two figures, one tall and one short, have stepped into the air, holding the seal Wang Lingbao and slaying into the sea of ​​blood.

Not only the two of them, but many of the masters who came to watch the battle this time, saw Yuan Duxiu, who was holding three pieces of King Feng Lingbao and wearing the robe of King Feng Wang, fell behind.

After the color change, they all shot.

In fact, the moment the great formation enveloped Da Shi Mountain, someone had already arrived in front of the Tongtian Pagoda.

"Senior, outside"

As soon as the true disciple said a word, he was interrupted by Ying San.

"The old man is not blind."

Yingsan raised his eyelids and glanced at the disciple with slightly cloudy eyes: "I can see it."

"Uh"

The disciple was extremely anxious, but when he heard such an answer, he was at a loss and didn't know what to say.

"Okay, you can step back and keep the formation from being eroded. Although this formation is powerful, it is harmless in a short time."

Ying Sanyi waved his hand, and the disciple involuntarily withdrew from the smoky space.

"What does King Yuanyang want to do?"

Yingsan said to himself in his heart, but the man had already disappeared before the tower gate.

In the next instant, he arrived at the Tongtian Tower.

This is a dark and dark space, as deep as night, like a starry sky, but looking at it from here, you can see a mysterious yellow staircase rising into the sky.

Those are steps, but not just steps.

In the dark yellow hazy divine light, there are mountains and rivers, birds and beasts, clouds and mists, and people.

It is like a cave, but it is much bigger than the cave.

It was as if someone had intercepted pieces of heaven and earth with supreme magic power and put them into it.

Ying San stopped in the void and stared away, and there was a faint stream of light that flickered on the first steps in front of the tower gate.

His eyes moved, and he shook his head slightly:

"These little guys have the talent, but unfortunately they are too late. If they don't join forces, I'm afraid they won't be able to pass the level of King Ming."

He saw clearly.

Many geniuses in the first step naturally understand this truth.

But Feng Xinglie went to draw King Xiaoming before their eyes, how could they join forces?

Does this mean that he is not as strong as the wind by default?

This is more difficult to accept than the embarrassing escape of being beaten by King Xiao Ming for many arrogant talents.

"The Imperial Court of Overlord was almost created by King Xiao Ming. Such characters are rare in ancient and modern times. Although these juniors are amazing and talented, but the fire is not enough, it is impossible to fight against King Xiao Ming!"

The dragon roared loudly:

"There are strong people in ancient and modern times. Some are stronger than Wanfa, and some are stronger than Dongtian. King Xiaoming has cultivated the Tao of Dongtian to the top. Even when he was a prince, he was almost invincible at the same level."

A pair of pupils lit up in the void, and Ao Guang's dragon body was lying in the void, like mountains rising and falling.

Ying San first nodded, but then sighed: "Now I know that my human race is so powerful."

"Ok?"

Hot gunpowder smoke spewed from his nostrils, and Ao Guang had doubts in his heart.

Yingsan laughed again: "There are some feelings between non-human races, even if they are not of the same race, there are tendencies."

"Ying old ghost!"

Ao Guang's eyes lit up with fire, and his breath rose and fell: "King Xiao Ming is your disciple of the supreme inheritance of the human race. Could it be that you can't be called strong?"

"Which word did the old man say that King Xiaoming is not strong?"

Yingsan ignored Longwei on the pavement, took a step forward, and disappeared into the void:

"It is difficult for heroes in ancient and modern times to be superior, and it is meaningless to lift and degrade anyone. Although King Xiaoming is tyrannical, and the sky is repaired to the sky, but the nine realms of Guanglong Supreme are extremely high, and King Xiaoming can only cultivate one realm. In today's world, the Emperor of the World The descendant of the court.

But all realms are extremely high, if they are at the same level, King Xiaoming"

The voice drifted.

Ying and the three disappeared, and Ao Guang calmed down. He glanced at the group of people in the 'first order' who were chased by King Xiao Ming.

"Hey" laughed: "It's harder to beat!"

There are thirty-six steps in the Tongtian Tower.

Yingsan walked by, but couldn't move, shuttle, and could only walk step by step, and also witnessed the scene on the square steps.

He followed An Qisheng for thousands of years and witnessed the casting of the Tongtian Tower with his own eyes.

Even if he knew what it was all about.

The thirty-six-story Tongtian Tower not only represents the unfinished thirty-sixth layer of heaven, but also contains the thirty-sixth paragraphs from the "dream" of the Yuanyang King's "big dream for eternity". dreamland'.

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Seeing with one's own eyes the great powers who have left their traces in the rivers of time and this world's arrogance invited to fight, this feeling is too wonderful.

Dreamy.

At the same time as Yingsan felt his feelings, he also had a deeper awe for the Yuanyang King.

Is this kind of power really what Tongtian Realm can have?

Ying San, who has personally experienced it, is very clear that it is by no means an illusion outlined by an illusion, but more like a projection cast from the long river of time.

Huhu~

The void spreads little by little ripples.

Ying San quickly stepped over the thirty-six steps, his vision suddenly widened, and light followed.

Above the steps are rolling hills.

Among them, thousands of mountains are competing for show, thousands of animals are running, the vegetation is shady, and the clear water is gurgling. The scenery can be said to be excellent.

Ying San looked and saw An Qisheng's back lying in front of the stone under a divine waterfall, as well as the dark-haired, sturdy 'Howling Moon Greedy Wolf'.

In front of him, there is a stone tablet floating, and the extremely abstract, extremely difficult to figure out picture scroll, and the vague and missing handwriting are faintly visible.

"King Yuanyang."

Stepping out one step and coming to the front, Ying San slightly cupped his hands: "Have you seen what happened outside?"

The master of the Tao is the teacher, although he is older, Ying San is very respectful, and does not even hide his awe.

This is not only because he helps him to "live out the second life", but also because his Tao is high and the pioneer of respecting the Tao is naturally normal for practitioners.

"I see."

An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes, clear water came into view, not as deep as his eyes: "The blood formation is not bad."

"Then you?"

Ying San is a little strange, but he is very aware of the temperament of the Yuanyang King, and there is absolutely no such expert who deliberately does not 'harden' his younger generation.

"The person I'm waiting for is still in the future."

An Qisheng sat up slowly, the light in the depths of his eyes slowly disappeared, like waking up from a dream, stretched his arms: "If you can't even handle this, what if you don't have me?"

"Ok?"

Yingsan was shocked: "Without you? Where are you going?"

"If you come, you will go, how can there be a banquet that will not leave?"

An Qisheng spit out a deep breath of turbid air, and blew the clear water of the 8,000-mile Pinghu Lake in front of him.

Immediately fall, splash.asxs. dot ripples:

"Just like this fish, when it comes out of the water for a while, it will eventually fall into the lake."

A thousand years is not a short time.

Not to mention that he used the method of entering a dream, with the help of the breath of many conferred king spirits and even supreme treasures, "dream back to eternity".

This is the longest retreat he has ever experienced.

But this is not because he really wants to retreat for so long, but there are hidden worries in it.

This hidden worry is not a cosmic catastrophe that is very likely to destroy everything in the future.

However, he cannot stay in Wanyang Realm for long.

Whether it is a big dream or a big dream, after all, there is a limit, and it is absolutely impossible to stay endlessly.

It is a dream, after all, there is a time to wake up.

The Dao Power he consumed in the Myriad Sun Realm in his dream was '1,867,000 points', and the limit of what he could dream was 1,867 years.

A year will not be more, and a year will not be less.

He has been in this world for more than a thousand years, and he can stay there for only eight hundred years.

And the future he saw, the calamity that destroyed everything, still had more than eight thousand years!

This retreat was for him to sort out Dao Yun, forging thirty-six days and a thousand years of cultivation. Likewise, it was also for a longer stay.

At least, to see what the so-called destruction of the future is.

He has a clue, but he is not completely sure. If he is not careful, he will leave after 800 years, and then everything will return to its original trajectory.

Destruction came as scheduled, Yuan Duxiu, Miao Meng sacrificed themselves, led them back, and finally, in the space of all destruction, they fought fiercely against unknown enemies.

The more he practiced, the more deeply An Qisheng felt. The time and space sounded like a long river, the subtle changes were changeable, and the general situation was hard to change.

It's coming sooner or later

"But"

For some unknown reason, Yingsan felt a throbbing in his heart.

When An Qisheng talked about leaving, he vaguely seemed to sense something, as if he was about to be calamity, and it would never be recovered.

This feeling is too real, making him feel like a dark cloud is pressing on top.

Just ask and express your feelings.

"The secrets of the sky are vast, and the change of the sky may not really be a great world, but it may also be a prelude to a catastrophe. All kinds of things are indescribable."

An Qisheng made a random move, and the stone tablet with the traces of other "Tao Yi Tu Zhu" was reduced into a card and fell into his hand:

"What you perceive can be true or false. It may be the sympathy of heaven and earth, or it may be the conspiracy of the sky, who can say clearly?"

"Tongtianjing can use the heavenly secret to spread his thoughts, but it can't affect me."

Yingsan shook his head~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Thousands of years ago, he had become a monarch. Even if he had not crossed that threshold, he would never have been easily confused without knowing it. .

Yingsan felt a little heavy in his heart for no reason: "If you say you want to leave, the secret will have a sense, maybe"

In the second half of the sentence, Ying San did not say anything, but pointed to the sky.

"Maybe, God doesn't want you to go"

An Qisheng was noncommittal, put away the stone tablet, and lay down again, as if he was going to sleep.

"That formation is strange and strange, if you don't take action, I'm afraid"

Yingsan sighed.

An Qisheng used his arm as a pillow, his eyelids drooped, covering his deep eyes:

"No one is indispensable, I may not have to go, but they have to adapt to a world without Yuanyang after all"