Huhu~~~

An Qisheng stood in the sky, his breath was as calm as a deep pool, and there was no sign of the violent blood energy he had done before.

But all those who looked at him felt that the world was so dignified, like a mountain in front of him, without seeing the subtleties, and only looking at the outline, there was a sense of sacredness that could not be blasphemed.

I couldn't help but feel great awe in my heart.

"Hongxuan, Hongxuan...Five-colored divine light..."

In the hideous ruins, Qing stared at the figure in the sky without restraint, and the last ray of light in his eyes dimmed:

"I remember you..."

The words were light and were blown away in the void by the wind.

Huh ~

The subtle flowing light disappeared in a flash and disappeared into the void.

The Dharma image of a great monk of the Yuanshen was shattered in the sky...

Yu Xuan, Wang Xuangan and others looked at him and their minds were swaying. They couldn't help themselves for a moment, and they were shocked and happy.

Only Lin Baimei fell into deep self-doubt.

He could not believe that the Taoist who was holding his hands in Changtian at this time was the one he met in Lanshan City a few months ago.

At that time, although this Taoist Hongxuan was extremely powerful when he took action, he thought he was not much different from himself.

But at this moment, he saw that he defeated the soul magic method of the great cultivator with one blow, and he was the king of magical powers in the legend.

Once upon a time, the cultivator of the small sect that he had never even remembered in his heart actually became the top masters of Youzhou, Northwest Road, and even the entire Great Zhou.

This made him a little unacceptable.

"The Master of the Sect..."

Staring at the figure in the sky, Gong Yang Yan's body was trembling, and all kinds of thoughts were rolling in his heart, as if he was in a dream.

How is this possible?

That is a realm that a great cultivator of the Yuanshen has been in the sect for eight hundred years and has a high level of cultivation that is far beyond the reach of anyone with the highest level.

Just like that, he was defeated by his own sect leader?

"The Dharma image of the soul..."

An Qisheng naturally didn't care how others viewed him. With his eyes slightly lowered, a light golden mark took shape in the depths of his eyes.

The Taoist patterns flowed, and seemed to be squirming like life, faintly, as if there were images that had been seen before.

This is the unrestrained imprint of the soul.

The achievements of the soul have begun to conquer the messages that they have scattered in the void. Even if they have the ability to enter a dream, they need to break their balance before they can find their messages.

The battle ended, and the imprint was formed.

Just right.

"Roar~"

At this time, a low moan came from the ruins, and a white light swayed into the sky.

Before he could react, he made a loud noise and rushed towards An Qisheng.

"Alien species in heaven and earth?"

An Qisheng calmed down and raised his mind casually, holding the white light firmly in his hand.

But it was the Yuanxiang that was hit back to its original form by Qing's unrestrained blow.

"What a lot of strength."

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling that there seemed to be a dragon struggling in his palm. If one of them was not careful, he would almost get out of his hand.

The Emperor Heaven Realm has a strong inspiration and is very easy to raise spiritual birds. Among them, the Yuanxiang clan is the top one, and in legend, it is also the second only to the dragon clan.

Especially its physical strength can even be comparable to the dragon clan.

Among the information he searched for, there are also many records about this Yuanxiang. According to legend, this Yuanxiang cannot be conquered by those with noble character.

Especially in Confucianism, it has a very high status, comparable to several ancient spiritual species.

"Roar~roar~"

The little guy like jade roared and struggled, completely forgot his own way, as if he was still immersed in the unrestrained fight with Qing before, as if he was crazy.

Yuanxiang has great power. If it weren't for his severe damage twice, An Qisheng's casual grasp would have been broken free by him.

"White Jade!"

At this time, Zeng San, who came back to his senses from the shock, let out a light cry, and an invisible power filled the air, soothing the restless white jade elephant.

"Old, sir?"

Bai Yuyuan Xiang woke up just after she was dreaming, and then she realized that she was being pinched tightly by a Taoist man and was about to struggle again.

Huh ~

An Qisheng flipped his palm and bounced his fingers. The little guy couldn't stand it. He screamed and flew towards Zeng San on the chariot.

Zeng San took the little thing casually, then stood up and bowed and bowed: "If you have any trouble with fellow Taoist Hongxuan, Zeng will remember it in your heart, and there will be retribution later."

"You don't have to be too polite, old man."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly and said calmly: "I have some requests for this move."

Although Confucianism does not rank among the "Two Holy Lands, Three Emperors and Seven Sects", it is considered a strong sect in the south and even the four continents, and it is even more prominent.

The interference of many sects on earth is not as good as that of the Confucian "Saint" Taoist lineage.

Whether he wants to trace the disappearing years or find his own many fragments of his soul, he can use Confucianism.

"Even so, the courtesy cannot be abandoned."

Zeng San bowed three times before he stood up: "Wuwang Hai is backed by the Lord of Wanlong Nest. Although his strength is average, he is not a little trouble. No matter why the fellow Taoist takes action, I will still feel the Five Insider."

An Qisheng nodded, said no more, fell into the sky, and returned to the top of the barren mountain where he was sitting cross-legged.

Zeng San put down the Yuanxiang, took one step forward, and fell on the barren mountain.

"The Master..."

Looking at the two people on the barren mountain, Gong Yang Yan wanted to speak but stopped. He wanted to remind his sect leader not to get involved in these major sects.

Then I thought that my sect leader had already practiced the soul, so I just had to go to the "Everything Divine Sect" and not to mention replacing the "Fanwu Dao" as the master of the Northwest Dao.

At least, it can overthrow the "Tiangang Sect" and become the lord of Youzhou.

In this way, if you rely on the Emperor of Great Zhou, you don’t have to be afraid of other forces unless you offend the Taoist Palace and the two holy lands of Sumeru?

As soon as he thought of this, he breathed a sigh of relief and then looked at the messy mountains. When he saw it, the twelfth place suddenly hurt again.

The power of the collision of the soul, even if it is just a trivial aftermath, is a natural disaster for ordinary people.

Even though Yu Xuan and his friends tried their best to protect him, more than half of the newly repaired wooden city collapsed...

Huh ~

The barren mountains were destroyed, and the grass, trees, sand and stones evaporated where Yuanxiang's blood splashed before. From here, the blood-colored canyon that was thousands of miles long was like a forbidden place for living beings.

"Sit down, please, sir."

With a casual move of An Qisheng, a stone table and a stone chair emerged from the ground.

His realm will not fall, and once his inspiration is available, all kinds of supernatural powers will return. Naturally, there is no need for monks in this world to follow the steps.

"Fellow Daoist, you are kind."

Zeng San was straightened his clothes first, then lifted the hem of his clothes, sat straight, and saw that the stone table was empty, and he flipped his sleeves and took out a vegetarian wine pot:

"Huanggan wine is made of spiritual tangerines grown from pure water from all over the world. It has a very high quality and is extremely fragrant. It is not as good as the fairy wine, so it is also considered a treasure."

After saying that, poured a cup for An Qisheng.

An Qisheng took it and shook it slightly, feeling the aroma of wine. Although the spiritual energy was not strong, the smell was excellent. He couldn't help but nod:

"It's a good wine indeed."

After several months of sorting out, An Qisheng already knew a lot about this world.

On the surface, the cities of the Great Zhou, even the other two emperors, and even the entire world, seem to be no different from the world.

But this is one side after all, except for the years that have been deliberately erased, the great realm of inheritance has never been cut off.

Above the mundane world, there is another level of world that mortals cannot reach and understand.

For ordinary people, such a pot of yellow orange wine can cure all diseases, live dead, and prolong life.

But for monks, it is just drink.

The two of them sat down and each drank a few drinks. An Qisheng took the lead in speaking: "I heard that Wuwanghai is far above the North Sea. What did the old man do to make them chase them all the way?"

The earthly immortals are vast, with the east, south, west, north and west, and the east, east, south and north.
To be continued...