"The Master of Eternal Life..."

Looking around faintly, An Qisheng whispered in his heart, his eyes narrowed with stars, as if he was looking into the distance.

It’s a pity that the void is vast and the starry sea is vast. With his current cultivation level, he cannot spy on it, and he cannot see the Eternal Sect Master and others in the depths of the starry sky.

But he had thousands of thoughts in his mind.

Is the so-called "heavenly variable" like Qi Cang, or is the rebirth of the ancient powerful?

Or maybe it was the "god thought" that was born from the corpse of a arrogant person before?

Or...

An Qisheng didn't care, but when the battle ended, all the energy was calmed down, but the ups and downs of Dashi Mountain gradually became boiling.

Passing the sky!

Become a king!

For most people, these two words can only be seen in legends, even if most of them are disciples of the Dashi Holy Land.

As powerful as the lord of the Holy Land of Daqi, the two old marquis who are regarded as their foundation only have awe of these two words. They may have had ambitions in their hearts, but in the end they are just ambitions.

At this moment, witnessing the birth of a giant king with his own eyes, is a scene destined to remember for all the monks present.

The figure of the white-haired Taoist will also become a trace that they will never forget in their lives.

Shocked, horrified, awe, respect...even with honor!

Endless emotions were pouring in everyone's hearts.

Soon, someone suddenly took a step forward in the crowd.

The man was dressed in black and had an iron expression. He had a cultivation level in the Cave Heaven, but he was an elder of the Dashi Holy Land.

He looked at the figure surrounded by divine light under the golden bell from afar, bowed and said with a thunderous sound:

"Feng Qingxue, pay homage to King Yuanyang!"

The world was quiet, and the person's pronunciation broke through the sky, instantly attracted countless gazes, some of which were surprised, some of which were puzzled, and some of which were all in one go.

Guiyi is called a marquis and Tongtian is the king. This is a rule that has been passed down from ancient times to the present, and has been recognized by the human race and even all races.

But the Yuanyang Taoist people and friends were unknown, and everyone was hesitating. At this time, when Feng Qingxue spoke, he naturally felt complicated.

But before he finished speaking, someone stepped out, his breath became stronger and his voice was higher: "Kingsun Zhao, pay homage to King Yuanyang!"

The two pronounced one after another, and bowed down.

"Yuanyang... King."

The Holy Lord of Dashi stood in the void, looking at the white-haired Taoist in the divine light from afar, his mind swaying and sadness in his eyes.

All ambitions seem to have become jokes at this time.

Hearing the sound of worship in his ears, he felt unwilling, but he was also impressed.

He can be a king who is not suitable for practicing, and now he is not suitable for his practice. The Yuanyang Taoist is as powerful as the ancient and modern emperors. He can still afford to have more honors.

But he couldn't calm down in his heart, and he couldn't worship him with the crowd.

The Holy Lord of Dashi was amazed in his heart, and there was no need to say anything else.

There was a moment of commotion in the monks in the sky and underground. Many people changed their minds, but in the end, more people left the list and bowed down:

"Ge Feiyu, pay homage to King Yuanyang!"

"Pu Yuquan..."

"Ruan Yuyu..."

......

"Greetings, King Yuanyang!"

Maybe everyone has a herd mentality, or maybe it is too shocked today, and everyone's thoughts disappear, and they see one person and one person coming out to bow down.

Finally, the sound of reciting the sound of worshiping and reciting like a tsunami resounded in the underground sky, and the sky was thousands and thousands of miles long:

"Let's wait, pay homage to King Yuanyang!"

How vast is the pronunciation of millions of monks?

Its sound may not be as good as the roar of the Dashi Golden Bell, but the convergence of the sounds of millions of monks seems to be able to shake the sky and the earth!

The resonance of inspiration caused by it is more like passing through the void to an extremely far-reaching place. Wherever it passes, the air flow is rolling, the wind is howling, and the celestial phenomena are changing.

It caused shock to countless people.

Through various means, other sects, holy places, other continents, and even many forces in the starry sky were all silent.

At this moment, even the most crazy person has to admit that it has been a long time today and even afterwards.

The Yuanyang Taoist will become the uncrowned king of Dongzhou and even the entire Huangji Continent!

All the genius and the holy land are in front of him, you must bow your head!

Wherever you see, there are thousands of people who bow their heads, and even the most insignificant one among these people who bow their heads, if they enter the world, they will be the worst of being a country's life and death, and the priest is a black and white path.

But An Qisheng's heart was neither happy nor sad, nor touched. He bowed his head to the strong, which was the most normal thing for all the cultivators in the Wanyang Realm.

The strong are the pioneers of Tao, and are admired, followed, worshipped and respected by others. There are many legends in this world.

But he was hard to touch.

Even though the people from the Dashi Holy Land who had regarded themselves as enemies before bowing down at this time, he did not feel any joy.

Standing in the sky, An Qisheng's eyes were peaceful, and he felt that the heaven, earth, man and himself were incomparable. The five energys were facing the original and the three flowers gathered together. His Taoism had a foundation in the true sense.

At this time, there are many insights, such as heaven, earth, man, energy, spirit, small Tai Chi, and great Tai Chi of the universe, which are extremely suitable at this time.

In a vague way, he seemed to be able to see the subtle changes between heaven and earth, the flow of inspiration, the ups and downs of luck, the eruption and silence of the great fortune of heaven and earth.

Compared to heaven and earth, everything else is insignificant.

......

Huh ~

The wind moves in the barren mountains and the clouds flow in the sky.

Chu Yunyang stopped at the top of the barren mountain, looked at the holy land of Daqi, and listened to the faint sound of worship, his expression was a bit complicated:

"King Yuanyang, king... is named king! But why haven't I seen the legendary heavenly tribulation..."

Chu Yunyang felt emotion and shock, but he was also confused.

There are disasters in the cave heaven, and there are no disasters among monks, but this is only relative. Promoting to the heaven is the connection between man and heaven, and it is the first step for monks to control the celestial phenomena with human hearts.

In ancient and modern legends, when you reach this point, heaven will surely conquer disasters.

Even if the Taoist Yuanyang is strong and invincible, he is the best in the world, but will the heavenly tribulation still be afraid of him and not coming?

"The Great Formation of the Sky, Yuanyang... King, must be extremely proficient in the Great Formation of the Sky, and his methods are unfathomable. We cannot see this formation!"

At this time, Zhao Zhen, who had stared at Changkong for a long time, spoke slowly, with solemnity and amazement.

Dingyuan City's status in Zhongzhou is not as good as that of the Bashihuang Court, but it has a longer heritage. The ancient "Dinghuang" inherited the holy land, which has many magical methods.

After staring for a long time, he finally saw the clue. What surprised him was that the formation seemed to be not outside, but inside.

He imprinted the formation in his body?

But the formation not only requires a formation plate, but also needs to respond to the earth veins and combine with the sky stars. How did he do it?

"The Great Formation of Deception?"

Chu Yunyang was a little surprised and then thought: "If it is the Great Formation of Deception, it can indeed be deceiving the heavenly tribulation for a short time. But where is the formation? Can you deceive the heavenly world?"

The Great Formation of Deceiving Heaven is still the most powerful way to avoid disasters in the world, and it is also the only formation that can avoid the heavenly tribulation.

There are many sect holy places in the world that inherit the Great Formation of the Sky. However, it can avoid the heavenly tribulation. How high is his attainment in the Great Formation of the Sky?

"I didn't expect that the first powerful man in the world was actually from Dongzhou. Even a person like the empress could not break the barrier. The Yuanyang King..."

Zhao Zhen felt throbbing in his heart.

Since the ancient times, the emperors settled in Zhongzhou, for tens of thousands of years, Zhongzhou has always been the center of human fortune. There are endless geniuses and rarely be overshadowed by other states.

He had seen the Yuanyang Taoist take action from afar, and his heart was shocked, but he did not expect that this person could surpass the Empress Chu Mengyao and become the first powerful man in the world.

It is really hopeless to live with such existence for a lifetime...

"My little sister is better to compete for strength. If you learn that this is the king..." Chu Yunyang couldn't help but shudder when he heard Zhao Zhen mention her younger sister.

Chu Mengyao was regarded as the most talented person in the Bashihuang Court since the Supreme Emperor Guanglong. She was highly expected by countless people, and her personality was extremely strong.

If you learn that the Yuanyang Taoist has achieved success, you will not only not retreat, but you are afraid you will also come to the door?

"This king-creating achievement has even owned the Golden Bell of the Great Fast. Before, Wanfa Dragon Tower also suspected to recognize the master. Could it be that the empress is so unwise, right?"

Zhao Zhen frowned, but when he thought of the life story of the empress, he couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

"Brother Zhao, follow me to the Dashi Holy Land!"
To be continued...