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The tone is ethereal and desolate, as if baptized through endless years, full of ancient meanings.

The sound is not high, but it cannot be ignored.

An Qisheng stared at the source of the tribulation, his eyes moved slightly.

In a trance, it seemed that countless pictures were perceived from this sound.

On the side of the vast ocean, in the small fishing village, there are babies born in the arms of the sun and the moon. The lunar and the sun are held together, and many schools of thought are disturbed in one day...

Young people learn arts, do not worship the sect, do not ask for teachers, imitate the world, walk the world, and feel the world...

Under the pseudonym ‘Wang Quan Dao Ren’ traveled in the red dust, traveled to Kyushu, and traveled all over the world, looking for the traces of the predecessors, leaving a lot of remains...

Dao has achieved success, it has swept the same level, it seems to be invincible since debut...

.......

A quiet voice seemed to contain endless pictures.

As soon as An Qisheng's eyes moved, he seemed to perceive his life, from his birth to his sweeping invincibility, from single-handedly planning and guiding the world to change and becoming a path, until he sat on the mountain in his later years, staring at the ancient and the future.

Such as all kinds, there are many.

It seems that everything is in one word.

Huhu~

Between the purple lightning thunder dragon, a blue shirt appeared in the thunder sea, the breath was as deep as the sea, but the eyes were clear but more gorgeous than the star sea.

His popularity is strong, even more undisguised, underneath his elegant figure, there seems to be the danger of stars.

Guanglong? !

The Qingshan people stood with their hands in their hands, but there was a vast and mighty supreme aura permeating the world, spreading through the sea of ​​thunder, sweeping the boundless.

"Guanglong..."

Somewhere in the Xinghai, the eyes of the Lord of the Immortal Sect shook, but there was a coldness in his heart, but with a trace of fear that he could not even notice.

"Guanglong Zhizun, is it really still alive?" The older generation of masters trembled physically and mentally, making it difficult to hold on to themselves.

"Guanglong Supreme!"

Those who can see the Thunder Sea of ​​Heaven Tribulation are all masters, but even the masters who are as strong as Dimituo before the threshold of the king, are all discolored.

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree!

There are too many legends about this Guanglong supreme.

He returned to the nine realms, convinced, and was on the second realm on location, benefiting countless monks. Some people say that he swept invincible and had no opponents before enlightenment.

Some people say that he calmed down the turbulent years that lasted for millions of years after the Middle Ages, and some even ranked him as the "Great Heavenly Sovereign" alongside the nine most outstanding humans.

This is the supreme title!

As the closest Supreme, he has too many legends.

"It's been a long time indeed."

An Qisheng also sighed.

For him, the Jiufu world was a thousand years ago.

For Pang Wanyang, it was tens of thousands of years ago. This time can be considered a long time.

Click~

In the thunder sea, lightning flashed again, with the ultimate killing light, as if to kill the enemy, and also seemed to urge.

Suddenly, An Qisheng didn't realize it, Tai Chi added all kinds of methods to avoid invading, and let the thunder sound roll, but there was no ray of electricity to touch his body.

Guanglong, or even Pang Wanyang, frowned slightly, and let out a soft rebuke:

"Noisy!"

Phoo~

It seems that the law will follow, and the world will follow.

Without a word, the thunder sea of ​​Heavenly Tribulation that was rolling in and out for thousands and tens of thousands of miles had lost its sound, lost its movement, and it was only an instant, as if it had solidified and extinguished.

There was no more sound.

"At first, I thought that you would follow me, but then I thought that you were like Daewoo, the other warlord, the supreme incarnation of the upper realm's intent to seek longevity, until enlightened, I will capture the traces of you in the future."

Pang Wanyang looked at An Qisheng and said lightly: "If you don't know it, if you know it, it will be regrettable if you didn't see you before."

In the thunder of the sky, Pang Wanyang calmly told his own experience in the face of an old friend whom he had not seen for a long time.

This is a mark he left tens of thousands of years ago.

What he did was to use the power of Heaven's Tribulation to meet An Qisheng tens of thousands of years later.

"Back in the life-and-death battle, I had your help to break the heavenly gate, and I was inspired by your Tai Chi. I can't justify it without thanking you."

Pang Wanyang said sternly, rioting without paying attention to the urging of the aura of heaven.

Tens of thousands of years ago, he expected that An Qisheng would come, and he also understood that the tribulation of the heavens would surely lead to the traces of his path, so he left this mark.

He directly seized the phantom of the Heavenly Tribulation, spanning tens of thousands of years, finally saw An Qisheng.

"Each one has gains. It is meaningless to say who has more and who has less."

An Qisheng didn't care, if he got what he got, he got a lot from Pang Wanyang in the world of Wanyang.

Not to mention the universe, Pang Wanyang's inheritance, looking at 30 million years from ancient to modern, is also an absolute pinnacle, and a great success in the future.

Without courtesy, An Qisheng directly asked what he suspected:

"Does the main fruit of the soldiers come from this world?"

Since he knew that the Wanyang Realm was the "Fairy Realm" after the "Tianmen" of the Long-Floating Realm, he naturally had a lot of searching, but unfortunately, after a long time, someone deliberately covered it up, and he didn't know much.

"It's a bit boring, but it is true."

Pang Wanyang flicked his sleeves, and his own billowing thunder roared, turning into two pedestals in front of the two of them. He sat cross-legged, instead of being vague and confusing:

"Who knows that I am the first'Broken Heavenly Gate' person in Jiufu Realm?"

Pang Wanyang seemed to sigh.

For 30,000 years in the Jiufu world, the eight great soldiers, ten heavenly beings, and generations of soldiers passed on from generation to generation. Until 30,000 years later, there were many rumors of ascension.

He thought he was the last person, but he didn't think that he was the first person in the true sense of Jiufu World.

"All the supreme preachers to the lower realm, shouldn't it be without cause?"

An Qisheng also sat cross-legged on the platform and talked with Pang Wanyang.

The scene was peaceful and weird, and everyone who saw it was weird.

Throughout the tens of millions of years, has there ever been such a tribulation?

The Supreme Lord before the Dao in the Thunder Sea of ​​Tribulation?

This is a bit weird, but it really happened.

"There have been speculations, maybe it has something to do with ‘Heaven’. He seems to have a subtle change and is eager for something, but I don’t know much about it."

Pang Wanyang shook his head slightly: "I just know that you, the Supreme Being, are also pursuing the way of longevity."

In the process of ascending to this realm and searching for An Qisheng, he has gained a lot and has many speculations, but God's will has been difficult to ask since ancient times, and it is difficult for him to verify his ideas and speculations.

"Longevity? Supreme, Ben also has a longevity foundation."

An Qisheng nodded thoughtfully: "Did they succeed?"

Returning to the prince, Tongtian is the king. Tongtian is the limit of practice in this world. If you want to become the supreme, you must subdue Tianxin with the human heart.

Carve your own way into the universe.

This step is already an extraordinary practice in the ordinary sense, but the training of the supreme will. At this step, the will has an immortal embryo.

All the conditions for longevity are already available.

In a sense, it may be difficult to live to the ‘twelve hundred and ninety billion’ years of the three-hearted blue spirit boy called the Great Forest of the Nether Forest, the Witch God Realm.

But it is impossible to have only a short life span of tens of thousands of years.

Obviously, as early as tens of thousands of years ago, the Supreme sensed that something was wrong and took action.

The ‘Tian Gate’ of the Jiufu Realm may have been opened by ‘Heaven’, but the one who preached the Fa and preached it was the ancient, even the ancient supreme, of the Wanyang Realm.

For example, there are ‘Dayu Supreme’, ‘Pori Supreme’, ‘Zhantian Supreme’ and so on. They may not have carried the power of the body.

But their will and their talents are destined to rise to the highest level even if they have nothing.

"Maybe, maybe not. I look into the future, overlook the past, and have seen traces of the emperors, but they will never come back.

As for those who are alive now, they are nothing more than a group of monsters that look like ghosts. The predecessors killed a batch, I killed a batch, and maybe there are fish that slipped through the net..."

Pang Wanyang casually swept across the starry sky, even with a breath of breath, he seemed to be able to overlook the sea of ​​stars. Somewhere in the sea of ​​stars, the eternal sect master who re-entered the copper coffin had a heartbeat:

"Although you have lost Tianxin, but you once had glory in the end, you may try one or two."

"The enemy is not at this time, but in the future."

An Qisheng looked calm as he stared at Pang Wanyang: "He who hears that the Tao suppresses the heart of the heavens can see the future and penetrate the past. Have you ever seen any enemy in the future?"

The human heart presses the heavenly heart, which is a step further than the heavenly power, such as holding the authority of the heavens. There are bound to be many insights based on this.

"When the Tao is exhausted, I have stared at the future, and will look at the past. There are many opponents who can be called adversaries for 30 million years. If you say that the enemy is..."

Pang Wanyang pondered slightly, UU reading www. uukanshu.com seems to have something: "Don't think about it except you."

This is neither boasting nor self-confidence. Pang Wanyang said it seriously, and An Qisheng listened very seriously.

"The past cannot be changed, the future is uncertain, what you see and what I see may be different."

Finally, An Qisheng sighed:

"After all, I have to go and take a look..."

Pang Wanyang is self-sufficient and ruthless, and may seem unkind to anyone, but such a person does not even bother to lie.

He knew that he did not see the future as he saw it.

"What if you and I see the same?"

Pang Wanyang's expression has slightly changed, his meaning is still unfinished, but he did not expressly say: "You must be careful of'entropy'. Under the invasion of chaos, even the supreme will be enchanted..."

"Enchanted?"

An Qisheng didn't care at all, but there was a flash of light in his heart. Suddenly, he remembered Lao Tan's comments when he dreamed back to the Spring and Autumn Period.

"Cut all the Rubik's cube into a divine womb"?

"I still have the thought of fighting against you, but if you are in trouble, I won't cause you trouble."

Pang Wanyang stood up, his blue shirt and long hair dancing together, staring at An Qisheng, but his figure slowly and transparent until he disappeared:

"Although the world is vast, there may not be a day when we will see you again. On that day, you and I may try one or two hands, so as to all my long-cherished wishes..."

The remaining sound curled up in the thunder sea for a long time.

An Qisheng sat on the platform, staring for a long time, until a thunder blasted his ears before looking back at the center of the robbery.

Where, there are water waves flowing, the gurgling sound is endless, the faint white light flickers, but it is brighter than the thunder light.

Under An Qisheng's gaze, the white light receded, revealing a broken and mottled old scroll with endless truth.

"Daoyitu..."