god?

Su Jie looked confused. Where did the gods come from in this world?

“What would it be…”

Porter's eyes flashed.

He still remembered the collision that night. Such power has surpassed all practitioners in ancient and modern times, and has exceeded the scope of "human".

Just like the gods and Buddhas walking on the ground, even when facing the most powerful thermal weapons in the world, he can escape unstoppably.

What can kill him?

At his speed, even if a nuclear bomb explodes, it will not be able to kill him unless it hits him right on his head.

"Ahem!"

Porter coughed twice, and an abnormal blood color appeared on his face.

Immediately, I was unintentionally interested in guiding Su Jie, turned around and walked into the house, called to send someone to investigate.

...........

"Muron City, Porter..."

On the top of a barren mountain, An Qisheng sat cross-legged. When the two of them were lying, their minds were slightly touched, and ripples appeared in the depths of their eyes, as if they had seen them.

When a thought arises, there will be a resounding response.

If you live in the same world, anyone will notice it in his heart unless the person's spiritual practice exceeds his.

After a Jiazi dream, his body was certainly unable to jump to the peak at this time, and no one in the world can compete with him in his mind and nature.

Even if you see the great master of God, the same is true.

The breeze is gentle, and the smell of soil, plants and trees blow after the rain.

An Qisheng slowly stretched out his palm, and a trace of light seemed to appear under the dim light in the early morning.

"Tongzhengyang..."

He said to himself slightly, and in his eyes, his palm gradually pulled in, expanding, expanding, until it filled his entire perspective.

In a trance, in his eyes, his palm seemed to have turned into a huge white jade square without any boundaries.

Then, the vision is raised.

A mountain stands with all the pavilions and buildings on it.

I'm dead...

I'm not willing!

I'm not willing!

In a trance, the darkness seemed to slowly fade away in front of my eyes.

Tong Zhengyang was confused and thoughts seemed to have seen the long-lost light.

When you see the sky, you will see the sky as clear as the sky, and the sun with three wheels of endless light.

Long Floating Realm?

Me, am I back?!

Am I living in a desperate situation again?

Tong Zhengyang was ecstatic, and he turned over and sat up, looking around.

At this moment, he was stunned.

In front of the square that looks like white jade, there is a tall mountain gate with a black and white Tai Chi diagram outlined on it.

This is the gate of Wang Quandao Mountain!

"The king's quota..."

A deep chill rose from my heart.

He staggered up, looked around, at the foot of the mountain, Wenxin Hall, Jiejian Stone, and Tai Chi Taoist Temple were there, behind the mountain gate, but there was no one.

Empty, like a ghost town.

"What's wrong, what's wrong..."

Tongzhengyang's heart is even colder.

It is impossible for the king's way to have no one, and no one can make the king's way to have no one.

After standing firm for three thousand and three hundred years, the king's way of king's power was also impacted. At that time, it was the time when the eight sons of the new and old king's power changed and the king's sword disappeared.

There were dozens of divine veins coming together, first leading away from the seven sons of the contemporary king Quan, the king Quan Taoist, and the two strange beasts with a long life span.

Then someone went up the mountain to forcefully steal the inheritance left by An Qisheng, the first king and Taoist Taoist.

However, unexpectedly, Wang Quandao's disciple was calm and unhurried.

Go directly to the back mountain,

Digging graves.

In an instant, the seven sons of the King Quan of the previous generation, the King Quan of the Supreme Generation, and the King Quan Taoist appeared together, frightening the invaders on the spot.

At that time, people in the world realized that Wang Quandao's great master of divine veins had a lifespan far surpassing that of the great master of divine veins in the world.

Because among them, there was a Taoist lord who lived for four hundred years!

"Illusion? Spiritual martial arts? Or the world after death, what's going on, what's going on..."

Tong Zhengyang murmured to himself, a thought kept popping up in his heart and was left behind by him.

I can't detect that something is wrong.

He walked slowly forward, walked through the empty mountain gate, and passed the Tai Chi Taoist temple. The empty Wang Quandao Mountain Gate was clearly visible in his eyes, with bricks, stones, grass and trees.

Even the thatched cottage that I have cleaned for decades is no different.

Walking through the long steps, he came to the front of the Royal Trustee Hall.

The hall, which is simple and solemn and contains the breath of endless years, is as tall as a mountain in his heart.

Once upon a time, he had seen this hall more than once.

"The King's Principal..."

Tong Zhengyang gritted his teeth and walked into the hall.

In the middle of the hall where light and shadow are intertwined is a painting of a high place. Above is a fairy-like Taoist standing with his hands behind his back, surrounded by clouds and mist, as if he is about to climb to the sky at any time.

"you!"

His eyes drooped, Tong Zhengyang's heart was shocked, and he took three steps in a row, his face distorted, as if he had seen a ghost.

I saw An Qisheng sitting cross-legged on the cushion.

His breath and expression were like hanging in the middle of the hall, the supreme master An Qisheng!

An Qisheng?!

A shocking thought exploded in his heart: ‘He, he is the Taoist of the Royal Quan?! The first generation Taoist of the Royal Quan?!’

"No! This is impossible! This, this is impossible!"

Tong Zhengyang's body is evident and unstable, like a candle blown by the strong wind, almost extinguishing.

My mood was so violent that I almost lost my soul.

"Why is it impossible?"

An Qisheng looked calm and spoke lightly.

His voice seemed to contain divine power, and instantly calmed down Tongzheng Yangming's unstable body.

Naturally, he did not directly kill Tong Zhengyang's divine will.

This is a waste of this great fortune who hopes for heaven and man.

More importantly, Tong Zhengyang is related to his big plan.

"You, you..."

His figure was no longer flashing, but Tong Zhengyang's face was still distorted.

Looking at An Qisheng, who was as angry as the portrait, he smiled bitterly, as if he understood something: "So that's it, so that's it..."

At this moment, he finally understood.

Why did Wang Quandao kill him several times and never die? Why did the Wang Quan sword kill him at a critical moment? Why did he suddenly recognize his master?

In this way, everything makes sense.

An Qisheng, in this land of the ultimate spirit, was actually the first generation of the royal Taoist, the most famous supreme master who has continued the past and opened up the world!

And here is his spiritual kingdom.
To be continued...