Buzz ~

Like water flowing light disappears from nothingness, surrounding the dark and ink-like soul cannot be imprinted.

But unlike any previous time, although this soul imprint flows and trembles, it has no tendency to melt.

"Sure enough, with my practice of "Dream in the Great Thousand" at this time, I still cannot break the mark of the saint..."

Looking at the imprint of the soul that seemed to be unshakable, An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly, but not surprisingly, his thoughts were together and he had already communicated with a picture.

call!

The dark void has a moment of brightness and unseen subtle parts, and the power of Tao is burning like fire.

Buzz!

It seemed like in just a moment, and all kinds of information had flowed down in front of An Qisheng's eyes.

The first thing that comes to mind is the amazing consumption of spying on the imprint.

[Consuming Taoist power...919 million (Discovered by Tianxin Seal, ten times the consumption)]

Nearly one billion Taoist power!

This is the most time An Qisheng consumed Taoist power since he attained the Taoist map.

But his brow frowned slightly, the number exceeded his expectations, but not too many, but...

“Too few…”

An Qisheng murmured in his heart.

Over the past few decades, he had already included the martial arts books of ninety-year sects in the Great Zhou Dynasty and accumulated a huge amount of Taoist power.

It is to explore the six holy saints in this world.

Before, he was still a little worried, worried that the power of his preparation was not enough to peek at the Great Free Demon Lord.

Because of deducing Yang Jian’s Taoist power, it has reached 30 million.

The power consumed at this time is certainly close to one billion, but if there is no such partition as the so-called "Shenxin Seal", it will not exceed one hundred million!

Although the gap between them is huge, it does not seem to have the qualitative change he imagined...

"Is it the mark of the heart of the sky? That so-called holy position?"

Thinking of everything he saw in the sky outside the sky, An Qisheng had a ray of enlightenment in his heart, and his thoughts moved, looking at the rest of the message.

【Great Free Demon Lord】

【Trail of fate: Born in the Emperor's Heaven, on the verge of the sea of ​​evil blood, first became a demon child, he was confused and did not escape from ordinary people, and later he obtained strange things from the sky..., thus rising, killing through the sea of ​​blood, killing the son of the sea of ​​blood, and reaching the top of the sea of ​​blood......]

[......In the Demon Heaven War, I realized the heart of heaven and called myself the Great Free Demon Lord.]

[Evaluation: The boundless demon realm is called king, the surging sea of ​​blood is the main one. The dominance is the supreme, and the Tao penetrates the heaven and earth is the ancestor! The great achievement of transcendence and saints, combined with the heart of one world, can be praised as the ultimate (fake) six-star rating]

Fake?

Fake!

Endless messages flowed by, but An Qisheng's attention was attracted by that word.

"Fake?!"

An Qi breathed a sigh of relief, suppressed the shock in his heart, and then he figured out what was contained in this message.

This falsehood is not true or false, but the meaning of "borrowing" and "nominal".

Thinking of the two conversations between the owner of the Starry Sky Tower in the Sky and the Six Saints, a great enlightenment suddenly arose in his heart.

It was like the window screen was pierced, and it felt suddenly enlightened.

Why did the battle between the Starry Sky Tower and the Six Saints last so long?

Why is the Starry Sky Tower owner not allowed to enter and the Six Saints not allowed to leave?

Why did the war at the Daoji Realm eventually involve all living beings in the Emperor's Heaven...

"So that's it, so that's it..."

An Qisheng's eyes were shiny, and he felt that the fog in his heart had disappeared, and he completely saw the secret hidden deep in this world, even the White Emperor could not see even the saints as close to him.

Since the chaotic years, countless epochs of struggles and seemingly unreasonable everything seems to have explanations.

Why do all the saints preach?

And why is the "destruction" and "harvest" from time to time?

Although they have grudges between them, their real purpose is...

"Refined the fake and become true!"

......

"Baidi, dead!"

A calm voice came from the void.

"What? Who?!"

Zhulong was shocked and immediately remembered something. His body trembled and bowed: "Chi, the God of Chi Emperor..."

"Haha, it's rare that you still remember this God."

The plain and cold words came from the red clouds that appeared in the void.

"The God Lord's Bright Learning..."

Zhulong's heart was trembling, and heavy sweat fell on the ground: "God Lord, little god, I have no choice..."

"Under the Holy Fire of the Phoenix Emperor's Nirvana, this god should not be spared. It's not a big deal if you surrender to the White Emperor..."

The red clouds appeared and seemed to disappear at any time. The Red Emperor's eyes were dark and his words were plain, as if he didn't care at all.

In fact, Shinto has never had the highest and lowest level, and the so-called loyalty will naturally not exist.

The change of flags and flags has been happening since ancient times.

"Thank you God."

Zhulong felt relieved and looked at the Shouyang Mountain looming in the distance in disbelief: "Is it true that Baidi fell?"

He was extremely shocked.

The aura bursting from the sky before surprised him, but he just thought that Baidi and someone were fighting each other in the air.

How could he have thought that Baidi would actually die so lightly?

But he obviously would not doubt the words of Emperor Chi. For a moment, his expression was extremely complicated, and he was frightened and confused, and later he was afraid.

"good."

Emperor Chi nodded slightly, looked at the Shouyang Mountain through the void, and said lightly: "Zhulong, you send this thing to Shouyang Mountain."

"What?"

When the candle dragon raised his head, he saw a calligraphy of four colors intertwined slowly floating down in the void.

"Chi, Cang, Xuan, Jin!"

Zhulong was shocked. Could it be that the letter issued by the four emperors jointly issued a letter of war?

As soon as he thought of this, he wanted to refuse, but before he could speak, Chidi's voice came again: "Don't let me down."

"God Lord!"

Zhulong's expression changed several times, but he still gritted his teeth and reached out to take the magic order. He subconsciously glanced, his eyes widened and his mouth was knotted:

"Recruitment, recruitment? How, how is it possible?"

Looking at the calligraphy, Zhulong's heart was as messy as a rope, and it was difficult to digest for a while. He wanted to ask, but there was no breath of the Red Emperor in the void?

"Recruitment?"

Looking at Shouyang Mountain again, the head of Zhulong was as big as a bucket, and he was extremely frightened.

He didn't know how Baidi fell, but being able to kill Baidi in silence would be no more difficult than killing a chicken.

Such an existence can also be recruited?!

The past few years have led to the strong and the weak. The one who can kill the White Emperor is probably still above the Four Emperors...

"Trouble, it's a big trouble..."

Zhulong held the hot calligraphy and stood there for a long time, but sighed and turned toward Shouyang Mountain.

The immortality of the gods relies entirely on the way of gods. For him, offending the four god emperors is much more terrifying than death...

But even so, he was still unwilling to do so.

It took him half a cup of tea to reach the foot of the mountain in just over a thousand miles.

"call!"

Zhulong was full of thoughts and looked heavy. He hesitated for a while before he walked up the steps.
To be continued...