Zhutian Avenue

"Toad is defeated ..."

Looking at the cloud boat across the sky in the distance, the expressions of the celestial Taoist and the monk of the sky are extremely complicated.

Especially the celestial beings.

He is proficient in innate calculations, and even in a time of turbulent natural conditions, he can take advantage of opportunities everywhere. He has never suffered a loss for thousands of years.

The first time was the Wanfa Conference, and the second time was now.

And twice, all related to this An Qisheng.

More than complicated in his mind?

Half of the gold body of the monk of Dakong was broken, and his face was covered with blood, and it looked more and more cruel: "Brother Dao, how should I wait?"

"There is no way to enter, there is no way to retreat, only to sin ..."

Tianji Taoist took a deep breath and stepped towards Yunzhou.

The seal space is not easy to come in, it is more difficult to go out, not to mention, with the strength shown by An Qisheng in the previous battle, even if they have a way to break the seal, if he does not allow it, it is difficult to leave.

"Please guilt?"

Da Kong monk's eyes were a little red, and he stopped for a moment, but still clenched his teeth and followed.

It does n’t matter if it ’s the Yuanshen, or the golden body, so that they can be cultivated as realms, even if they are paranoid, violent, and indifferent to common customs, they are all very serious about themselves.

There are too few too few who know how to do nothing.

Huh ~

Once the determination is made, the two masters of the Yuanshen series are naturally extremely fast.

Not a moment later, it had already arrived before Yun Zhou.

Before he approached, he felt the swells of heat waves slamming and looked up, and he saw that on the deck of the cloud boat, a three-legged big dan furnace was shaking slightly.

The rumbling buzzing sound spread with the heat wave.

"At this time alchemy?"

Monk Dakong frowned slightly.

"Not Alchemy, but Alchemy!"

Tianji Taoist eyes narrowed, and there was a person in the vaguely perceptible ancient furnace that could not help but struggle:

"Tai Chi Dojo, standing Tai Chi, open gossip, this pottery furnace is called gossip, concealed in the nine palaces, three-legged heaven and earth people, round twenty-four, and the twenty-four gods in the Tai Chi induction chapter ... ..

This Dan furnace is a gossip furnace. "

In the past sixty years, with the promotion of the new law, the Taiji Induction articles passed down by the Taiji Daochang have also been circulated in the world. There are many practitioners. There are naturally many deeds about the Taiji Daochang and this Taiji Daoist.

Tianji Taoist, perhaps one of the most concerned people, naturally recognizes that this monastery is not a real monastery, but the magical power of the Taiji Taoist.

"Gossip furnace ..."

The monk Dakong moved in his heart and looked again, and he could see the mystery.

This burial furnace is not a real burial furnace, but it is already a substantial existence, which is one of the manifestations of the sublime power.

Its Taoism is deep and conceals the Taiji gossip.

Although he did not have a deep understanding of Tai Chi induction, his realm was high enough. With a reminder, he would naturally see things.

"Qian, Kan, Gen, Zhen, Xun, Li, Kun, Dui, that Xun is the air inlet, and it is also the vitality in the gossip furnace. Look closely, is there a person in that place?

Tianji Taoist continued.

The monk Dakong looked and found the trail:

"This, this is really a person? This Taiji Taoist ......"

"It's not about making alchemy with humans, but with magical powers. It seems that he is very fancy with that one ..."

Tianji Taoist's eyes are faint, and he seems to be able to see the place of the gossip furnace, the giant man covering his eyes:

"When it's magical ..."

"Dao Chang's eyesight is excellent."

When the two were talking, An Qisheng's voice drifted far away. Mo said that the two had no hidden traces. Even if they were hidden, they could not escape his perception.

"Come on."

"Don't dare not to invite real people."

Since they were here, the two of them naturally did not retreat, so they sighed in their hearts and got into Yunzhou.

Above the cloud boat, the heat wave is even heavier, and everyone who is not present has magical powers and cannot afford it.

Tianji Taoist looks complicated, and before seeing An Qisheng sitting on the Dan furnace, Sa Wuling pulled out a fan with helpless faces and slowly fanned.

The roar of thunder roared thunderously from the gossip furnace:

"Ah! My eyes! Old mixed hair, let me out soon!"

"Be restless!"

Sa Wuling raised his eyebrows, and the Fa fan fell in his hand again, fanning back the evil voice of Wang E:

"The awakening of your bloodline has something to do with this old toad. If you don't want to be the puppet of this old demon in the future, Lushe, just calm down and feel the vibration of your bloodline."

Huh ~~~

The wind and fire in the Eight Diagrams Furnace rolled over, Wang E's burnt skin was red, his eyes were black, and the vertical dharma eyes above his forehead were glowing with blood.

"let me out!"

Wang evil roared again and again, standing under the tsunami wind and jumping.

His physique has been arrogant since he was young, and he can't be hurt by any kind of sword mountain fire, but the fire in the gossip furnace is too fierce, not only his people, but also his soul!

The unbearably great pain spread to every inch of his body.

Let him know that this might be good for himself, and he could not bear it.

"Old mixed hair, two old mixed hairs ..."

Wang Xie shivered and sat cross-legged under the tuyere. It was not enough to close his eyes tightly. He put his hands on his brow.

Indistinctly, he felt that there was a big hole in his eyebrows, and countless flashes penetrated from here, burning his five internal organs and soul.

But no matter how he blocked it, he couldn't really stop the flames, and the whole wind trembled and shuddered.

...

"The director has been gone for a long time."

An Qisheng glanced at Tianji Taoist lightly, and he also sighed.

People are not afraid of death if they live long, and even the long-lived are even more afraid of death.

A seeker who has lived for more than a thousand years is ultimately sad, but not vulgar.

"Yeah, long time no see."

Tianji Laotian sighed:

"I don't want you to be so advanced, so that the old people can't see through ..."

Sixty years is almost a lifetime for ordinary people, even for monks, it is not a short-lived number, but he has lived for more than a thousand years, and the years of Jiazi are not long.

But only sixty years later, this Taiji Taoist has reached an unfathomable level, and all his disciples have already become Yuanshen.

So much so that he sees An Qisheng again, and even feels like a world away.

Only sixty years ...

"Dao Dao is breathing more and more."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly and sighed:

"There may be great terror between life and death. It is not a mistake to get rid of life and death, but I can't even keep my heart, but it makes me disappointed."

Tianji Taoist people are not evil Daoists. During the first half of his life, he was in the deep mountain of Taoism. After Daocheng was formed, he entered the red dust and experienced it.

The demon and the demon have all been done.

However, in the end, he did not hesitate to seek longevity even at the risk of his birth. This was no longer in line with his first half of life.

This is why he sighed.

"The source of life and death is not very important, but there are too many mysteries that I don't know in this world, if you die, everything will go to death ..."

Tianji Taoist stands tall, overlooking the giant toad crawling under the cloud and above the earth:

"Huang Tian Shi Yu, Tian, ​​You Ning Fu Jun, between life and death, there are too many things I want to know, I want to pursue ...

Dead, but nothing. "

Speaking of which, he stared at An Qisheng:

"But, I don't want to die, but I'm not afraid of death!"

"Immortality, immortality, the desire of the monk is far from imaginable."

An Qisheng took it easy, a ray of fire rose from his fingertips, and fell into the gossip furnace with the wind.

With a scream, he didn't hurry:

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to, don't be afraid. At this time and here, your life and death are in my hands."

His eyes were plain and his expression did not fluctuate.

Above the cloud boat, it seemed to be frozen.

Wei Shaoyou, who dare not breathe, moved his body quietly, close to Sa Wuling.

"An Zhen Daoyou, the poor monk is empty!"

The monk of Dakong folded his hands together, and the half-broken gold body glowed with golden light:

"Your disciples have injured me to this point, and they have not been injured, and the birth of the emperor's tenth survivor is inevitable. Even if the rebirth of the Nether Palace can't be stopped, the seal is broken in advance at this time, but it is 300 years earlier!

I have already acknowledged the planting, why should Daoyou be aggressive? "

"Aggressive?"

An Qisheng's eyes shifted and landed on the monk:

"How is it?"

"you!"

Da Kong monk's words were stagnant, his heart was angry, but he did not dare to attack, and his face turned red for a moment.

An Qisheng's expression was dull, and he didn't care about the anger of Dakong monk, and asked faintly:

"I heard that the Jai Yu Temple originated from Rulai Temple, but there have been many changes in the past two thousand years. The evolution of the destruction of the fist is like the Jiuyin, or even the tyranny?

"How is it?"

Monk Dakong sensed An Qisheng's attitude and knew that this time it must be difficult to be good, and his tone was no longer scrupulous and extremely cold.

"My practitioners don't talk about victory or defeat, but only use supernatural powers! If I come to Jiuyin, I will have some experience. At this time, I can see the magical fist of Maidu Temple."

An Qisheng sits like a mountain, the atmosphere is as deep as a starry sea, and the depth of the eye is more like a mountain and river reflection:

"How about the monk?"

"Ok?"

The monk Dakong was stunned for a while, and immediately sneered:

"Originally, you founded Taiji Dojo, implemented a new method, wiped out the magical atmosphere, settled the mountains and rivers, gathered the world's city gods, and treated you as a personal thing, but didn't want to, just a villain who was at risk!

So, if you want to kill, why kill? "

Mo said that his golden body was broken, his injuries were not light, and he couldn't be healed easily. Even if there was no damage, how could he be able to withstand the Taiji Taoist who had been killed by even the "Toad" legal system?

Therefore, knowing that he would die, he let go of all fears.

"It doesn't matter whether it's a villain or a gentleman. Your so-called opinion is meaningless to me. However, you are injured, and I don't want to deceive you ..."

An Qisheng said, slowly raising his palm:

"So ..."

Just listening to ‘click’, his ring finger suddenly fell off the root.

In the eyes of everyone, just a tumbling, has turned into a small man with all his limbs and distinct features!

Even, there are clothes on the surface.

Call ~

When the wind screamed, the villain rose in the wind, and in a flash, it had become seven feet high.

"Ok?"

Tianji Taoist eyes condensed.

I saw that the person turned by his finger was more than seven feet tall, wearing a crown of road, wearing a white robe, his face was plain, his eyes were deep, and his momentum was towering like a mountain.

Awesome is another An Qisheng!

"this is......."

The fan in Sa Wuling's hands was slightly stagnate, his eyes startled: "Blood reborn?"

Rebirth is not a simple spell or magical power.

It's another self in the true sense, that is, the spirit and spirit are practiced to a very high level, and every inch of skin and every drop of blood contains all of their own information .

If this method is successful, even if it is completely killed, even if there is a drop of blood left in the world, it will gradually grow and become itself again!

"Well? What is this magical power?"

The monk of Dakong was shocked, taking his cultivation as his vision, of course, he could see the mystery.

This finger, in a sense, is another An Qisheng!

From face to body, long hair clothes, breath, all are exactly the same, no difference!

Between the world, there are too many ways of incarnation, but incarnation is incarnation, and it is by no means another self, and it is never possible to grow into another one!

But at this time, if he hadn't watched the fingers turn into human figures, he would never be able to tell who was the real An Qisheng in front of him!

An Qisheng dropped his knees and raised his eyebrows slightly:

"It's just one finger, if you lose, you die.

Victory, life is back to you! "