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On the Tianqi stage, Yang Jian bowed his head slightly, and some could not look directly at his teacher.

He asked himself that his talent was at the top of the Great Zhou Dynasty, not to mention his peers. Even if he looked at the past and present, Yang Jian asked himself that few people could surpass him.

Until his own teacher first taught himself the'Nine Turns of Yuanyang', and then bestowed him the'Appearance of the True Monarch,' the only bit of conceit in his heart was broken and clean.

Without him, it is too obscure and difficult.

Compared with all kinds of foreign dao that I have never used my heart, but cultivated and become great, it is more than heaven and earth?

Regarding Yang Jian's mind, An Qisheng watched the fire, saw his head bowed, and asked faintly: "You know, why don't you teach your magical powers as a teacher? So that you have a body that is comparable to the Buddha's golden body, but you have no magical powers to use?"

"This...the disciple doesn't know."

Yang Jian's heart shook, and immediately lowered his head: "Teacher, it must be for the good of the disciple..."

He didn't know his own difference at first, and it was not until he met and talked with other practitioners that he was surprised that what he had learned was different from any monk.

It is not the right way of Tao, Buddha, God, demon, demons, ghosts, and Confucianism, nor is it a side door such as formations, swords, tools, alchemy, and talisman. It is also different from the most similar martial arts in the Great Zhou army.

Although he never asked about his master, this does not mean that he has no doubts in his heart.

"The gods are the heart, and the supernatural powers are like the heart. The supernatural powers are only manifested outside of the heart. The higher the heart, the higher the supernatural powers...The Ninth Revolution of Yuanyang is praised by the body, and the godship is the tempering of the mind and spirit. If all is successful, the body and mind are not hindered, and the magical powers are self-contained.

An Qisheng spoke lightly.

Knowing Yang Jian's past and present lives, he naturally knows that he wants to break through the greatest calamity of his life and start a new life. What he needs is not just the amount of supernatural powers, but the strength of his mind.

If not, even if he has lived for ten thousand years, it is nothing more than a phantom.

Because of this, Yang Jian, who was clearly weak, was still ‘0’ in Dao Yitu’s exploration.

Without breaking this calamity, he wouldn't even be considered to exist!

Yang Jian seemed to understand, but he still kept it in his heart. After digesting it for a long time, he asked: "Teacher, in recent years, disciples have learned some magical powers from heaven and earth every time they enter samādhi. Is this the disciple’s mind that fits the heaven and earth? Some truth in?"

"All kinds of laws and paths return to the sky, and there are all kinds of magic tricks and magical powers in the dark. You realize that your understanding is acceptable. If it fits, you will know in the future."

An Qisheng sighed in his heart, but didn't say much, just waved his hand to make Yang Jian retreat.

A ray of spiritual energy carries all the Taoisms and runs through ancient and modern times. Since ancient times, all magical powers and secrets in this world are contained in the spiritual machinery, but it is by no means easy to understand.

Yang Jian's agreement is naturally reasonable.

But at the root, there are certain existences that want him to realize it.

If not, his comprehension is better than that of Yang Jian, and he has already imprinted all the inheritance of this world into his heart.

Huh~

The divine light lingers on the Tianqi stage, and the raindrops of inspiration are slapped everywhere, making a rustling sound.

It seems that dark clouds gather, covering the sky, the wind will rise, and the rainstorm will approach.

"At the festival ceremony, there will be winds and clouds gathering everywhere in Nanzhan, with the Great Zhou as the most important thing. The heavy rain will not stop for several years. It will rain and the sky will clear after the sacrifice. For tens of thousands of years, there has never been exception......"

Amidst the rising wind and rain, Long Xingyi’s voice came from a distance. He paced the wind and rain, climbing up the steps like a mortal, letting the wind and rain beat the tassels, imperial robe, sword hilt, dragon boots... ..

"Sir, do you know, 40,000 years ago, what was it that put out the fighting that continued after Xia Mie?"

Stopping at the edge of the Tianqi platform, Long Xingyi slowly raised his head, his gaze fell on the Taoist with his back to him: "It was a heavy rain that lasted for 333 years, and that heavy rain nearly flooded most of Nanzhan, completely wiped out. The flames of war that drove the south to the heaven and the earth also extinguished the fire of united war set off by the ancestors of the Dazhou, Liang, and Yuhua three emperors...

"This is the origin of sacrifice to heaven!"

Click!

The electric snake rolled away between the dark clouds, bringing a moment of light, and immediately, bringing a deeper sense of depression.

"People say they climb high and look far away, but the higher you stand, the more you will feel your own insignificance..."

Feeling the rain blowing on his face, An Qisheng felt in his heart.

The higher the height, the more difficult it is, the deeper the cultivation base and the higher the realm, the more you can feel the insurmountable gap.

"It's better to see the vastness of the world and know how small you are, at least than not knowing how high or low it is!"

Long Xingyi walked a few steps forward, looking side by side with An Qisheng, but in his plain tone there seemed to be endless ups and downs: "My life is hard to come by, and I don't want to bow to anyone!"

Looking at the black sky, Long Xingyi seemed to have a raging fire in his heart.

When the gods of the previous life returned from the calamity, the terrible earth toppling seemed to flash in front of his eyes. In this life, he would never give his life and death to the'will of heaven' again.

An Qisheng glanced at the ‘Rebirth’ beside him, and said lightly: “You must ask for something from others. You have given me all the books in the Ten Thousand Years of Big Thursday, but I don’t know, what do you ask for?”

"call!"

Long Xingyi stepped back, his sleeves flicked, and bowed to the ground: "The catastrophe is approaching, and I can only hope that Mr. will help me, and I will help me!"

He has never even worshiped the world once in his renewed life, and the gods and demons in the world have never looked at him. Only this worship, he willingly.

In his previous life, he was imprisoned in a cage, and he could only accompany the collection of books every day. Although his cultivation skills were ordinary, he was well versed in ancient history, and he had even experienced that period of turmoil.

I am deeply aware of the existence of the person in front of me.

The only record about him in ancient history is that there are strangers coming from heaven, spreading the law to the world, there is no kind of teaching.

But that hand opened up the'Yu' who was the first great unified imperial dynasty in the years, the master of Taoism and Confucianism, combing the general principles, and setting the rules of rituals, a five-color rampant in the world, called the'peacock' of the first demon of the ages. .

The troll who has stepped on the ocean and shook his head, shaking the heavens and the earth...

All his disciples!

Among the ten supernatural powers recognized by countless people, except for the emperor's stunning world and the Seven Treasure Tree, the other eight supernatural powers are all related to it!

This is a world-class giant with the power to recreate the universe.

Throughout the ages, compared with the higher, there are only those who have existed since the beginning of the world.

"help you?"

An Qisheng smiled noncommitantly: "You know who I am, why would you extravagantly ask me to help you?"

In a sense, Da Xia's everything has a great relationship with him, even if the relationship is slightly different, there is still a sense of incense after all.

"The extinction of the former dynasty lies not in the people, but in the sky! Xia Mie Zong has no dynasties and beams, emergence, without this two dynasties, there will be others! Da Zhou, at least inherited the legal system of the former dynasties, and respected Confucianism! "

Long Xingyi couldn't afford to worship, but when the Taoist was silent, he finally gritted his teeth and made a decision in his heart: "I have a word, you can see my heart!"

"Oh?"

An Qisheng's eyes moved, and there was a sense of surprise inside. It seemed that Long Xingyi would make such a decision.

"I am not from this world, but from the future!"

"....... When I died that day, I never went to Netherworld, and I was never captured by anyone, just like a lonely soul wandering between heaven and earth...

I saw the flames of war permeating the world, Dazhou and even Nanzhan, all around me was threatened by the sky, and the mighty power was like a prison. With just one finger, thousands of mountains would collapse, and all water would dry up...

I saw the blood rain falling, the red mountains, rivers and lakes, the prosperous places of the Great Zhou, all turned into wasteland, there are no people and animals in thousands of miles, and no tombs...

I saw the stars swaying, the gods calling for the Tianhe, cleaning the heaven and the earth, countless monks, and mortals in the water of the Tianhe turning into mud, their souls scattered...

Once, I just wanted to be alone, but now, what I want to do..."

Long Xingyi thought that he would feel reluctant to vomit out the secrets he had hidden for thousands of years, but he didn't want to speak, his heart was extremely cheerful, like a stone falling to the ground, unspeakably relaxed and free.

The dusted soul gradually reveals its brilliance.

An Qisheng listened quietly, one-to-one correspondence with what he knew, until Long Xingyi let out a sigh of relief, before he said: "This is so secretive, he must have been suppressed for a long time, why do you want to say it again now?"

"Why do you want to say it..."

Long Xingyi was stunned, and an obscure smile appeared on his face: "Perhaps, deep in my heart, I also want to escape, and I also think that there is someone who can support this... "

Rarely, Long Xingyi showed a trace of weakness.

He thought that he had polished his mind to be indestructible, but until then, after analyzing his heart, he gradually understood.

I am not as indestructible as I thought.

If there is no other choice, he can only resist, and he will die without regrets, but if there is no other choice, there is a touch of unrealistic hope in his heart...

"Xu, deep in my heart, I also want to escape, and I also want to have someone who can support these..."

Chewing Long Xingyi's words in his mouth, An Qisheng's heart was also a little moved.

Long Xingyi is so.

Isn't he himself?

Profound Star, Emperor Tian, ​​Gods, Wizard God Realm...

Compared with Long Xingyi, he had much more pressure and burden in his heart.

Long Xingyi can still ask for himself, but who can he ask for?

In the dense raindrops, An Qisheng slowly closed his eyes. After a long time, he opened his eyes and recovered indifferently.

"How do you want me to help you?"

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The rain in the imperial capital has been raining for more than two years. Even if the rain is not too great, many streams of water flow out through the Ninety-Nine District and hang down on the peak of Panlong, but hang upside down like a waterfall for thousands of miles, which is magnificent.

"It's raining, it's too abnormal..."

Jomo Ke, dressed in a single-clothed cover, walked out of the stables and looked at the dark sky. A shadow inevitably fell in his heart: "Ying Qing doesn't know where he is..."

After one or two years, Jomoco's patience finally reached its limit.

He glanced at the strange beast spirit horse in the stable, turned around, turned into a streamer and fled away, and the many prohibitions in the mansion could not stop him.

"Finally, still can't help it?"

In the hazy mist, Lin Boxun stood with his hand in his hand, looked at Jomo Ke who was fleeing away, and couldn't help licking the corner of his mouth: "Ten Thousand Fa dynasties, when the fortunes converge, these people with large fortune, sure enough There is a change."

The important matter of the country lies in the worship and the military, the former is more important than the latter.

This is especially true for Lin Boxun.

On the day of sacrifice to the sky, the world's air and luck will come, and the earth will connect with the sky, which is enough to suppress any person with big luck!

If you want to perform the act of "borrowing fate", there will be no more suitable day than before and after the sacrifice to the heavens. Even those with pure blue and pure gold fate will never die again on this day. .

Because this is the time when luck returns and the destiny changes!

Click!

The Thunder Dragon rolled away, and the sky was bright, shining through the imperial city.

Throughout the imperial city, beams of light penetrated the rain curtain, looking towards the majestic imperial city.

I saw the Thunder Dragon rolling away, from the sky to the earth, where it clings to is a high platform that is tens of thousands of feet high!

The azure color of the high platform is solemn and magnificent, deep into the thundercloud like the ridge of the sky, it seems to be higher than the sky!