The Great Tao Chronicle

hum~

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Like water, the light does not emerge from the void, and the imprint of the primordial spirit that surrounds the pitch-black ink cannot flow.

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But unlike any previous time, although this Primordial Spirit imprint was flowing and trembling, it didn't have the slightest tendency to dissolve.

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"Sure enough, with my current practice of 'Dreaming Daqian', I still can't break the mark of a saint..."

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Looking at the imprint of the Primordial Spirit, which seemed to be unshakable, An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly, but he was not surprised.

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Phew!

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In the dark void, there are subtle points that are instantly bright and no one can see, and the power of Dao burns like fire.

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hum!

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It seemed that it was only for a moment, and all kinds of messages had already flowed down in front of An Qisheng's eyes.

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And the first thing that caught my eye was the amazing consumption of snooping on the brand.

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[Consumption of Dao Power... 919 million (Tianxin imprint shielding, ten times the consumption)]

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Nearly a billion Dao Power!

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This is the time An Qisheng has consumed the most Dao energy since he obtained a picture of Dao.

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But he frowned slightly. This number exceeded his expectations, but it was not too much, but...

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"Too little..."

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An Qisheng murmured in his heart.

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For decades, he has already recorded the great Zhou Jiucheng sect's practice books in his hand, accumulating a huge amount of Dao power.

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It was prepared to spy on the six saints in this world.

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Before, he still had some worries in his heart, worried that the Dao strength he had prepared was not enough to spy on the Demon Lord of Great Freedom.

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Because the Dao power of deducing Yang Jian is already as high as 30 million.

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The Dao Power consumed at this time is close to one billion, but if there is no partition of the so-called 'Heaven Heart Mark', it will not exceed 100 million!

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Although the gap between each other is huge, it doesn't seem to have the qualitative change he imagined...

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"Is it the imprint of the heart that day? That so-called holy seat?"

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Thinking of everything he had seen in Tianwaitian, An Qisheng had a ray of enlightenment in his heart, and with a thought, he looked at the rest of the information.

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【Great Freedom Demon Lord】

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[Fate Track: Born in the Emperor Heaven Realm, on the banks of the evil sea of ​​blood, he was a demon boy at first, he was confused, he was not out of the ordinary, and then he acquired strange things from the heavens..., thus rising and killing hundreds of millions of miles of blood The sea, kill the son of the sea of ​​blood, and climb to the top of the sea of ​​blood......]

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[...In the battle between the demons and the heavens, I got to realize the heart of the heavens and claimed to be the master of the heavenly demons. 】

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[Evaluation: The boundless demon domain is king, dominated by the surging sea of ​​blood. Standing in a world is respected, and the Tao is the ancestor of heaven and earth! The great achievement of transcendence and sanctification, combined with the heavenly heart of one world, it can be praised as a very (fake) six-star]

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Fake?

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Fake!

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Endless messages flowed past, but An Qisheng's attention was completely attracted by that word.

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"Fake?!"

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An Qi let out a long breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and just figured out what was in these messages.

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This fake is not true or false, but the meaning of 'borrowing' and 'nominal'.

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Thinking of the dialogue between the landlord and the Six Saints who once peeped twice, a great enlightenment suddenly rose in his heart.

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Like a window screen being punctured, there is a sense of sudden enlightenment.

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Why did the battle between the Lord of the Stars and the Six Saints last so long?

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Why can't the landlord of the starry sky enter, and the six saints can't come?

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Why does the Great Dao Realm battle finally involve all beings in the Emperor Heaven Realm...

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"So it is, so it is..."

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An Qisheng's eyes lit up, only to feel that the fog in his heart disappeared, and he completely saw the secrets that were hidden in this world so deeply that even a saint as close as Emperor Bai could not see it.

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From the chaotic years to the present, the battles of countless epochs, everything that seems unreasonable, seems to have an explanation.

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Why do the saints preach?

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And why the 'destroy' and 'harvest' of one era after another.

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Although they have real grudges with each other, their real purpose is...

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"Making the fake into the real!"

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......

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"Bai Di, dead!"

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A calm voice came from the void.

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"What? Who?!"

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Zhulong was startled, and immediately remembered something, his body trembled, and he bowed down for a long time: "Chi, Chidi God Venerable..."

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"Haha, it's rare that you still remember this deity."

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The plain and cold words came out from the looming red clouds in the void.

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"God's reverence for enlightenment..."

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Torch Dragon's heart trembled violently, and Dou Da's sweat dripped to the ground: "God Venerable, little god, it is also a last resort..."

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"Under the sacred fire of Emperor Feng's annihilation, this **** should have been spared. You surrender to Emperor Bai, it is nothing..."

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The red cloud is looming, and it seems to disappear at any time. Chi Di's eyes are dark and his words are flat, and he doesn't seem to care.

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In fact, Shinto has always had only superiors and inferiors, and the so-called loyalty naturally does not exist.

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The matter of changing the flag and changing the flag has been around since ancient times.

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"Thank God, Venerable."

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Zhulong's heart was relieved, and he looked inconceivably at the looming Shouyang Mountain in the distance: "The White Emperor has fallen, could it be?"

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He was shocked in his heart.

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He was surprised by the aura that burst out from the sky before, but he just thought that Emperor Bai was fighting someone in the air.

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How could you have thought that Emperor Bai would fall so lightly?

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But he obviously wouldn't doubt Chidi's words. For a while, his expression was extremely complicated, with fear mixed with doubts, and fear later.

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"good."

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Chidi nodded slightly, looked at the Shouyang Mountain through the void, and said indifferently: "Candle Dragon, you will send this thing to Shouyang Mountain."

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"what?"

The candle dragon looked up and saw a four-colored dharma slowly floating down in the void.

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"Red, Cang, Xuan, Jin!"

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Zhulong's heart trembled. Could it be that the Dharma letter jointly issued by the four emperors was a battle book?

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As soon as he thought of this, he wanted to refuse, but before he spoke, Chidi's voice came from his own voice: "Don't let me down."

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"Holy God!"

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Zhulong's complexion changed several times, but he still gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to take the decree.

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"Zhao, recruit security? Why, how is it possible?!"

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Looking at the Dharma post, Zhulong's heart was like a hemp rope, and it was difficult to digest for a while. He wanted to plead, but where is there half of Chidi's breath in the void?

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"Recruiting?"

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Looking at Shouyang Mountain again, the candle dragon head is as big as a bucket, and it is extremely frightening.

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He didn't know how Emperor Bai fell, but if he could suppress the existence of Emperor Bai in silence, killing himself would not be any more difficult than killing chickens.

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Such an existence can also recruit security? !

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Since ancient times, the recruiting of security is all about the strong recruiting the weak, and the one who can kill the White Emperor is afraid that he is still above the four emperors...

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"Trouble, trouble is big..."

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Zhulong grabbed the hot dharma, stood there for a long time, sighed, turned and walked towards Shouyang Mountain.

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The immortality of the gods depends entirely on the way of the gods. For him, offending the four **** emperors is far more terrifying than death...

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But even so, he was still unwilling.

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After a short journey of more than a thousand miles, he walked for half a cup of tea before reaching the foot of the mountain.

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"Huh!"

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Zhulong was full of worries, his face was heavy, he hesitated again and again before climbing up the steps.

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The mountain road was not long, but he walked very slowly, like a prisoner rushing to the execution ground. He only felt that every step was a great torment.

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But what surprised him was that when he had just reached the top of the mountain, a little blue-skinned monster with a crystal-like body and a monster-like appearance had already greeted him.

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The little monster was dressed strangely, and when he saw him going up the mountain, he touched his chest with one hand and swung the other back, and gave a very strange salute:

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"My guests from afar, I have been waiting for a long time."

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"You are......"

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Zhulong glanced at the little monster, but suddenly remembered the Red Boy Donkey Kong who had forced him to have a 'Candlelight' magical power before.

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The two are clearly not very similar, or even completely different, but he has a strong sense of sight in his heart.

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"A practitioner of the game red dust, a seeker on the avenue of truth... Under the seat of Daoist Hongxuan, the three-hearted blue soul boy."

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Lan Lingtong was also looking at the 'God' in front of him. Hearing the words, he answered like a chant.

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"Blue Soul Boy..."

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Zhulong's eyes flashed, and he also gave a salute, saying: "I am the Emperor's Court, the Zhulong walker under the Red Emperor's seat, on the order of the God Emperor, to send the dharma to Daoist Hongxuan, there is an important matter to discuss... ..."

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Zhulong breathed a sigh of relief.

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Can you send someone out to meet you, what's the matter, maybe, the result is not so bad?

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"Please come in."

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Lan Lingtong turned around and led the way.

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Candle Dragon is looking at this Yangshan Mountain, but no matter how you look at it, there is nothing strange about this mountain, the scenery is not ordinary, and the inspiration is extremely thin.

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In a place like this, not to mention Daoist Hongxuan's superiority, even an ordinary cultivator might not like it, right?

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His mind was spinning, he had come to the Taoist temple, and he saw the Daoist Hongxuan, Nan Zhan Shangzhen, who was suspected of killing the White Emperor.

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"The Daoist Hongxuan..."

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The candle dragon was shocked and strange.

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Because he couldn't perceive the slightest cultivation base from this Taoist at all, and he had a sense of insignificance before stepping into the abyss and standing under the sky.

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He had never had this feeling before, but his intuition told him that the person in front of him was extremely dangerous.

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He thought about it, but he didn't dare to neglect, and he hurriedly said: "Zhulong pays homage to Shangzhen!"

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"Huh!"

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Under the old tree, An Qisheng still closed his eyes to adjust his breath, and only slowly opened his eyes after the candle dragon greeted him.

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He lightly glanced at the red light that flickered and disappeared in the distance, and then landed on the candle dragon:

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"These four are very cautious."

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Compared to Emperor Bai, these four surprised him more, not because they were stronger, but because they were more cautious.

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Not only did the real body never appear, but even the incarnation was hidden in the void, making people elusive~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Om!

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Before the candle dragon opened his mouth, the four-color interwoven decree had already soared into the air and landed on An Qisheng's open palm.

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Lan Lingtong stood to one side, glanced curiously, and suddenly exclaimed, "Zhaoan?!"

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It was astonished.

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And when it howled, Zhulong's body trembled, so that it didn't slip away directly.

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Seeing that Daoist Na Hongxuan looked at the Dharma and pondered, he just bit his head and said boldly:

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"Daoist, the four gods are sincerely invited. With your cultivation base, you should have become a **** and an ancestor long ago. Even if you are equal to several **** emperors, it may not be impossible..."

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Phew!

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The voice stopped abruptly.

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Looking at the suddenly burning Dharma post, Torch Dragon's heart froze, and he subconsciously took two steps back, almost running away.

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But I saw the four colors on the dharma fade away, turning into deep purple instead.

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"It's better to move than to be quiet. It's better to be safe than to fight. If you have this awareness, the poor road will not kill them all... If you are willing to surrender to the front of the seat, then..."

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Mu Ran took the purple dharma, Zhulong raised his head in a daze, under the old tree, the Taoist had closed his eyes again, his tone was indifferent and calm, but it spread far and wide:

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"On the list of conferred gods, you should have your name and surname!"

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