Zhutian Avenue

"I'm really dreaming?"

Looking around the endless twists and turns of strange light, An Qisheng has the intention to give himself a hand, but his state at this time has neither hands nor body.

奇 An Qisheng at this time was like a plume of smoke, a ghost, surrounded by indescribable things.

The reason why Xun was incomprehensible was because his speed of backtracking was too fast, and the flow of all the scenes around him exceeded the limits of his perception.

"What is the streamer that enters my spirit"

Endless lights and shadows flickered, An Qisheng felt only a shock in his body, if he had a body.

He felt like he was a little fish jumping out of the river, and suddenly entered a completely different environment!

Immediately, he only felt that the light in his heart was shining, and Huanghuang was not visible!

Luan Qisheng was swaying, and in the glorious light, he faintly saw a broken and simple scroll.

Or, that's a broken picture.

At a glance of Qi Jinghong, An Qisheng could already feel the reckless breath on the scroll.

"This is the depth of my soul, and that picture may be the origin of my ability"

There was a hint of understanding in An Qisheng's heart.

Because of the unknown streamer's integration, his mental strength was unprecedentedly strong, and he finally felt the state of his soul.

It seems that a simple picture scroll exists in his soul.

"What is this picture?"

Even if he knew it was in his soul, he still didn't know what that picture was.

Hey lala ~

As An Qisheng's thoughts moved, the huge picture scroll, which had no idea how huge, converged, and slowly unfolded.

White and vast.

There is a blank space in the scroll, it seems to be just a blank painting.

But An Qisheng looked intently, and there was already text in that picture:

【An Qisheng (The Master of One Picture)】

[Shou Yuan: 29 (Xuan Xing) Status: Original loss]

[Speciality: Dreams of a Thousands of Qiuqi (One-Star Qi Ji)]

[Treasure: King Power Sword (eighth)]

[This life track: Unpredictable]

[Dao Li: 22 o'clock]

"A Picture of the Road"

A lot of information emerged in An Qisheng's mind, making him somewhat enlightened.

卷 This picture called ‘Dao Yi’ is taken from Dao Shengyi, Lifelong Two, Lifetime Two, Lifetime 3, and all three things. Its origins are beyond scrutiny, only to know that it broke into many fragments during World War I.

之一 One of them, somehow he got it.

And this incomplete 'Tao One Picture' is also the source of his despair. It is the source that consumes his origin day after day, so that he thinks he is terminally ill.

He originally could not perceive the existence of ‘Dao Yitu’ with his current mental strength. It was the king ’s sword who recognized the Lord and let his spiritual strength soar. Then he barely communicated with ‘Dao Yitu’.

At this time, An Qisheng only knew that the king sword that had been seen in Tong Zhengyang's memory had somehow become his.

But at this time his attention is no longer on Wang Jianjian, but on his terminal illness.

He originally thought that he could heal without medicine by holding Dan, but at this time he knew that if he could not make up for the origin of the deficit.

Even if he embraces Dan, he can only make up for his original deficit.

For a maximum of six and a half years, he will still die.

He subconsciously believed in this "Tao Yi Tu".

"If there is no match for Germany, there will be disaster"

After returning to God, An Qisheng knew it.

He didn't have any negative emotions. Although the source was loss, it had become an established fact. Regardless of anger or regret, it had no effect.

He has always been a pragmatic person.

With a thought in his heart, I asked a question:

"What's your use? How can my source make up?"

Humming ~

The picture scroll is slightly jittery, and the light on it flows like water;

【Tao Yitu (50th, extremely incomplete)】

[Ability A: Dream for thousands of years (has been mastered by the owner)]

[Ability 2: Insight into yourself (already mastered by the owner)]

[Ability III: All-Knowledge (The owner of the picture has not yet mastered]]

[Do you expend power to search for a method to complement the source? 】

Looking at the handwriting that appeared on the picture, An Qisheng felt a little relieved, as long as there was a way.

"Knowledge? Not bad tone"

Luan Qisheng moved his heart and responded to a picture:

"Yes!"

【Consumption of 10,000 abilities to search and complete the source of the lack of magic power, the search failed】

"

Luan Qisheng was speechless, which was too rigid.

Xiao Xiaoai is better than you.

"What is Daoli? How to get it?"

Luan Qisheng asked again.

[All the forces contained in the Tao are Tao forces. The method of obtaining them is as follows:

Twenty-one: Look for the broken pieces of Tao-I.

Twenty-two: Your own perception.

Thirty-three: the enlightenment of others. 】

"Dao Li"

A lot of information flashed in An Qisheng's heart, and he could not help frowning.

But looking at the explanation, it is extremely difficult to obtain this power.

He is only 22 o'clock now, and God knows how long it will take to get 10,000 powers

You know, according to ‘Tao Yi Tu’, your life is less than seven years old.

After many thoughts flashed, An Qisheng took a long time to calm down:

"Where am I going?"

[Perceived the owner ’s urge to enter the dream, according to the world coordinates provided by the owner, the source power is 6,000, and he is entering the dream.]

"My urgent thoughts?"

Wu Anqisheng moved.

When he went to Dream Tong Zhengyang before, was the most urgent thought in his heart to go back to the world before Tong Zheng Yang crossed?

However, did I provide world coordinates?

"Which royal sword is that? There are world coordinates in the royal sword? Then am I not crossing?"

"Answering" in the heart of Lu Anqisheng, quickly asked:

"Is this dream going, will the outside time pass?"

He hasn't forgotten yet, there is still another outside world who wants to be watched. If he delays too long, I'm afraid it's bad.

【Big Dreams, Thousands of Autumn, Thousands of Deaths】

On the ancient scrolls, the warm light flows like water:

[The owner can wake up at any time]

等等 "Wait, six thousand forces? Where's my six thousand forces?"

He breathed a sigh of relief before An Qisheng realized that it was wrong.

Consumption of 6,000 powers into the dream world, where did you get the 6,000 powers?

[The master of the picture once obtained the Taoist meaning of others, and received 6,000 points of Taoist power]

A picture of martyrdom is still required to answer questions. If you do n’t answer questions, you are rigid and stiff, like a mental retardation.

"The truth of others? Is it Mr. Yang Ming?"

She was shocked in her heart and knew the source of her Tao strength.

的 Only Wang Yangming can leave such enlightenment in his contact.

He knows that he can wake up at any time, but can Mr. Yangming's gift be wasted?

Xu said that his fundamental purpose was to find out the weakness of Zhengyang.

It doesn't make sense to wake up at this time.

If Ruo Zhen really said in a picture, "Dream dreams are thousands of years old, and one breath is a thousand years," he would not rush out.

Xun Quan is a long dream, maybe he can find the weakness of Tong Zhengyang.

With a thought in his heart, An Qisheng has withdrawn from the soul.

I saw that the land of endless light and strange land flashed by, and a huge light ball emitting strong white light was close at hand.

"This is the original world of Tong Zhengyang?"

Luan Qisheng's thoughts flashed in her mind and she had lost all her thoughts.

At the last moment, he seemed to see the endless light in the strange land.

For example, there are still many such light balls,

very many

Dafeng Kingdom,

Fengzhou,

Ronghua,

Thirty miles north of Liangnan County, on an unknown little black mountain.

The hill is not more than a few ten feet high, the trees are not abundant, and the flowers and plants are not dense. Most of them are black magpies, and there are few birds and animals.

On the hill, there is a ruined Taoist temple.

The concept of martyrdom is not very small. Three entrances and three exits. The entrance is the front yard, the inner courtyard, and the main hall dedicated to the ancestor.

The courtyard was full of fallen leaves, and the walls were mottled.

"Master, Master, wake up, wake up, do n’t leave Tingting, Master Wu, Master"

In a room in the courtyard, there was a cry of sadness from the girl.

"Sister, don't cry !! You cry again, Master is crying before you die !?"

A male voice rebuked.

"Woohoo"

The girl's voice became more sad, and with grievances: "Master, look, you haven't left yet, the brother has begun to bully Tingting."

The male voice seemed to be as big as a fight, and he couldn't help but be so angry that he could only comfort him with a soft voice:

"I will protect you without Master."

"No, I want Master"

The female voice is stubborn.

"Master! Master told me I will take care of you, the doctor said, Master can't live at night"

"I don't want it, I don't want it, Master won't die!"

"you!"

Who is it?

very noisy!

Disturbing dreams

Strange, An Qisheng seemed to hear someone quarreling beside him, saying something he didn't understand, crying and making noise.

I made him never sleep again.

He was gradually sober, and a strange feeling spread in his heart.

The limbs are sore and numb, there is no strength at all, the chest seems to be pressed against a large stone, the skin is a bit stiff, and I have not opened my eyes a few times.

With his control of the body ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Even the two dumbbells hanging from the eyelids will not affect his eyes.

"Ok?"

Luan Qisheng was shocked in her mind, her spirit was completely sober.

He opened his eyes with all his strength, and his vision was blurry, even less clear than the TV with the least clear picture quality when he was a kid.

He stared for a moment before he could look around.

This is an old room with old furnishings and a smell of decay everywhere.

Before the old bed, two children in tattered robes stitched together with several pieces of ragged clothes were lying in front of his bed.

两个 The two little children are very young. Boys who are older will be about twelve or three, while girls are younger, at most eight or nine years old.

The same thing is that they are all worn and ragged, their bodies are dirty, and they are thin and thin.

"Master, you are awake!"

The little girl was inexplicably surprised, and the tears ‘wow’ came down.

Wu Anqisheng couldn't understand what they said at all. He wanted to speak, his mouth was bitter, and his mouth seemed heavy.

He wanted to get up, as if there was a mountain on his body.

There are only a pair of eyeballs left and right in this whole body!