Sure enough, even if it is a Taoist priest, it is not so easy to suppress the eight divine weapons of heaven and man.

"Mr. Huang, what should I do?"

Li Ling was worried.

"Nothing can be done."

Facing Li Linggui Xiaoer's gaze, Huang Fu shook his head slightly.

An Qisheng's body is so powerful that even a cold dragon cannot be compared with it. How could he cure such a body?

Not to mention him, it would be useless to find all the doctors from ancient times to the present.

"I can only wait."

Gui Xiaoer looked solemnly, glanced at Huang Fu and Li Ling, and bowed:

"I'll be on guard. At this time, no one can know the Taoist priest's condition..."

As he said that, Gui Xiaoer was about to retreat.

At this time, An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes and whispered: "No need, I'm fine."

His eyes were still deep and his voice was still old.

"Lord of Tao!"

"Master! You don't matter, right?"

Seeing that he started to speak, Huang Fu and the other two were relieved.

The battle has not ended yet. If An Qisheng was defeated, it is hard to say whether the divine weapon of the Heavenly Man would fall and completely destroy the Mount of King Quan.

Although his condition was shocking at this moment, he said that nothing happened, then nothing would be wrong.

For a long time, he has always been able to do everything incredible in the world.

"Nothing happens."

An Qisheng slowly raised his eyebrows, and a moaned from an old machine in his neck.

If you have a way to dream, and have been planning for fifty years, you will look down on him too much if you are still alive.

Decades ago, he achieved the Five Qis of the Yuan Dynasty and had already faintly touched the deep mysteries between his spirit and body.

In order to prevent it, the true qi and blood will be burned, and the powerful divine will at that moment can be used to drive the King Quan Sword, so that the eight great divine weapons can be completely suppressed in the Bagua Furnace.

"Notify all disciples to return to the mountain."

An Qisheng gave a soft command.

Li Ling's body shook slightly and he bent down. Over the decades, Wang Quandao has cultivated a group of Xinying, which is comparable to the Great Plum Golden Feather Eagle, but is more common and consumed less.

After a while, thousands of letter eagles rose into the air everywhere in Wangquan Mountain, flying in all directions like arrows.

"Master of Taoism?"

Huang Fu heard something from his words, and his expression darkened slightly.

His celestial qi-seeking technique has not yet been achieved, but his simple physiognomy is no less than Han Changgong. Naturally, he can see what Han Changgong saw before.

Even at this time, An Qisheng's breath fell to the bottom, and he could see it more clearly.

Thirty-six months.

Thirty-six months later, today is An Qisheng’s life!

He could not understand why An Qisheng, who was only 150 years old, died prematurely, but he felt sad. He knew that An Qisheng would arrange his funeral next.

"There should be times when a cause and a fate is destroyed, and there is no need to regret it."

An Qisheng replied lightly, raised his hand and let out a light move.

Boom!

The air flow in the sky was turbulent, as vast as the river of heaven flowed backwards.

As the light and darkness intertwined, the phantom of the black and white Tai Chi diagram flashed by, and then the Eight Trigrams furnace that suppressed the eight gods and gods fell like a meteor, pulling out a huge tail flame that was a long and unknown amount.

Following the thunder clouds, the sea of ​​thunder rolled towards Mount Wang Quan.

The celestial phenomena change accordingly.

The dark clouds above Nanliang City, Ronghua Palace, and even the entire Fengzhou all gathered, while the thunder clouds above other states in Dafeng slowly dissipated as the disciples of Wang Quandao stopped reciting Tai Chi songs, revealing the clear sky.

boom!

A hundred feet high above the Wang Quan Mountain, the black and white Tai Chi diagrams intertwined, the Bagua furnace buzzed and turned like a huge vortex, attracting the baptism of thunder.

The King Quan Sword cannot trigger thunder.

What caused countless thunder to come one after another was An Qisheng's "God".

Every thunder thunder struck, even under the guidance of millions of qi and endless wars, it acted on the celestial and divine weapons that were constantly impacting and impacting in the Bagua furnace.

His divine will is also under tremendous pressure.

"The Godly Soldiers..."

Huang Fu looked at this scene and murmured to himself.

Only a hundred feet apart, he could feel that with the thunderstorm, the most terrifying flame in the world seemed to be born in the phantom of the Bagua Furnace, constantly burning and refining the divine weapons of the heavenly beings inside.

This fire is not ordinary fire, but the power of the thunder and lightning snake and the divine weapons of heaven and man. It is a strange flame born under the integration of the Bagua Furnace.

He uses his own martial arts magic weapons as a furnace, uses millions of qi and borrowed qi of the world's swords and weapons as firewood, and uses the collision power of the divine weapons of the heavenly beings and the thunder and lightning snake as fire.

The numbers are superimposed, and the current scene is just now.

He could feel the phantom of the Bagua Furnace slowly shrinking and becoming more and more concise as the thunder sea rolls and beats.

In a vague way, he could see the inscription Taoist patterns slowly emerging on the illusory Bagua furnace.

“Three years…”

An Qisheng slowly lowered his eyes, his mind rose, and his blessing was added to the Bagua Furnace.

It drives the evolution of the Bagua Furnace in the tumultuous sea of ​​thunder.

boom!

Boom!

On the top of Wang Quan Mountain, the thunder clouds rolled violently. In a flash, it was already three months later.

During March, all the disciples of the royal family in many prefectures returned, and the masters of the divine veins of Yunhaitian, Wang Jianlong, Yan Kuangtu, Baiyue Zhenren and other divine veins also arrived at Wangquanshan.

boom!

As the last thunder thunder fell, the thunder clouds that had almost killed all mosquitoes, birds and beasts within a radius for dozens of miles finally dissipated.

The long-lost light flowed down, and An Qisheng, who held a Bagua furnace that almost turned into a solid, enveloped it.

"The King Quan Sword, finally achieved......"

An Qisheng felt a hint of joy in his heart.

It took him three years to come to this world and become the number one in the world. However, he spent more than fifty years to make this royal sword. Including the dream itself, it has been more than a hundred years!

The energy consumed so much, but it was unimaginable.

"call!"

He let out a breath slowly, his eyes drooping.

The back mountain is very calm and you can hear the needles falling.

But it was not without people. On the contrary, An Qisheng was three feet away, and the entire back mountain was already full of people. When he glanced at him, it was as dark as a sea of ​​people.

Among them, Han Changgong looked desolate, Yun Haitian looked complicated, Huang Fu looked reluctant, worshiping Yue Zhenren was admiration, Yan Kuangpu was regretful, Jiang Tingting was crying, Tieshan looked sad, Bai Xian'er was about to cry, Sun En was worried......

And the only alternative fan people among them.

While everyone was waiting, Fan Zimin sat cross-legged, laying his hands in front of him, and using his tongue to dot ink, constantly writing and painting on the paper, not knowing what he was recording.

His plain eyes swept across everyone, including his friends, his disciples, and many disciples.

There are many, even the first time I saw myself.

But he is very familiar with everyone.

"Brother Dao!"

The sea of ​​clouds and sky took a step forward and bowed slightly.

"Brother Yun doesn't need to say much."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly and threw the Bagua furnace held in his palm out.

Tieshan subconsciously reached out to take the Bagua Furnace, and then he was slightly surprised in everyone's eyes:

"Lord of Taoism, are you?"

At this time, almost all the disciples of Wang Quandao were gathered in the back mountain, and all the eight sons of Wang Quan were there, including his personal disciples Jiang Tingting, Zhang Haohao, Yan Kaiyu, Liuming and others.
To be continued...