Great Dao Ji

The mountaintop was in a dead silence.

Thousands of people were in a mess in the wind, and they had no idea what was going on.

In their opinion, the sheep snake climbed up the mountain with a fierce momentum, drew his sword and pointed it diagonally, and was incredibly arrogant.

But they didn't expect that he suddenly knelt down.

The kneeling was so abrupt and so terrifying.

For a moment, many people's scalps were numb.

They certainly didn't think that the sheep snake was scared. How could a great master of the divine veins and the leader of a sect in the extreme north be scared to the ground by just one look?

The only possibility was that in that look, something happened to him that they couldn't understand.

This unknown made them all a little frightened.

Even Zhao Changlin, Mu Hanfeng, Lan Da and others were terrified.

Their qi meridians were already formed, and they vaguely knew what happened, but it was precisely because of this that they were shocked.

The world's spiritual martial arts is ranked first in the Wheel Method, and the spiritual practitioners are led by the Wheel King and the Moon Worshipping Master, but even these two people can easily scare a great master of the divine vein like this?

Many people looked at the front of the mountain gate, and in front of the black and white interweaving, like two fish swimming around the figure called the "Tai Chi Diagram", An Qisheng sat still, as if nothing had happened.

Yun Haitian and Wang Jianglong were also secretly surprised. They both knew what had happened.

But they didn't expect that An Qisheng's "God" was already strong enough to affect the sheep snake who had forged the divine vein for many years.

Tick-tock~

Big beads of sweat fell on the smooth white jade slab.

Sheep was in a trance, not knowing where he was, and not knowing whether everything in front of him was true or false.

The mental pain, reflected in the flesh, was so real that every inch of his body was twitching and trembling.

Incomparable fatigue and pain spread in his heart, so that even if he knelt on the ground in front of so many people, he didn't feel even a trace of shame in his heart.

Until a piece of white jade letter that looked like ice and snow slipped from his sleeve.

Ding~

A crisp touch sounded.

This is

the letter from the sect leader!

A glimmer of spirit appeared in Yangshe's gray eyes, and he even ignored why he had forgotten the letter.

Yangshe grabbed the letter, his lips moved, and he was frightened and dreadful.

The divine vein can disperse the divine will and leave a trace of its own mark on some special materials filled with spiritual energy.

Just like An Qisheng could leave his "Zhanxiantai" on the Jiejian Stone.

This letter also left a martial art of Pang Wanyang!

He dared to provoke Wang Quan Taoist, naturally because of Pang Wanyang's letter.

A few months ago, he sent a letter to Huangjue Temple, provoking as much as he could, but he still left Huangjue Temple safely, all because of Pang Wanyang's letter.

But he never expected.

The "god" of Wangquan Taoist was so powerful that he actually forgot the existence of this letter, and suffered the most tragic torture in the world.

Da!

The faint knocking sound disappeared immediately.

An Qisheng looked down at Yangshe who was kneeling on the ground, or to be more precise, at the letter that fell, and said lightly:

"A letter gave you the confidence to challenge me, Pang Wanyang is really amazing"

From the beginning to the end, his attention was not on Yangshe, the leader of the Hell Demon Sect, who was originally expected to be replaced by Kong San, but on this letter.

Pang Wanyang's letter.

Some people, even if they don't appear in the world, will never be forgotten by the world.

Pang Wanyang is such a person.

The leader of the Six Hells Demon Sect, the overlord who has been the number one in the world for decades, the highest realm of Taiyin Wuji, is known as the most supreme grandmaster who is closest to heaven.

Who dares to ignore it?

The faint words floated on the top of the mountain, without any warmth in them, but the crisis in Yangshe's heart suddenly rose.

This old Taoist wants to kill me!

"Wangquan Taoist"

Yangshe's heart was pounding, and his trembling hands held up the letter:

"I came to deliver a letter for the sect master, you can't kill me!"

"You think"

An Qisheng leaned forward slightly, like a mountain leaning forward, and the overwhelming momentum flowed down:

"Am I fighting with you?"

What?

Yangshe's pupils shrank, as if he remembered something extremely terrifying, and his face changed drastically.

But the next moment, there seemed to be a thunder explosion.

Boom!

Above the mountains and rivers, the wind was surging.

The sudden gust of wind was like the howling of thousands of wind dragons, and the turbulent airflow in an instant blew away the clothes and hats of many martial artists.

But at this moment, no one cared about this.

Everyone looked at the 'Sheep Snake' who slowly stood up in the storm.

As the Sheep Snake slowly stood up, the gusts of wind on the top of the mountain seemed to surround it like a series of spirit snakes, embracing it.

In the eyes of everyone.

The already tall and burly body of the 'Sheep Snake' became more upright, and became well-proportioned and slender, and his rough face changed.

The rough face became elegant, the deep-set eyes became narrow and long, and the thick long eyebrows became light, like smoke and clouds rising.

He was still dressed like an accountant, but his temperament had changed drastically!

He put his hands behind his back, and there was a majestic momentum that filled the void.

It seems to be heavier and more majestic than a mountain, making people feel awe when they see it.

"Pang Wanyang!"

In front of the mountain gate, Wang Jianglong and Yun Haitian stood up suddenly. They couldn't hide their shock when they looked at the man in robe standing with his hands behind his hands in the wind.

"Pang, Pang Wanyang?"

"How could he be Pang Wanyang?"

"How did he become Pang Wanyang? What kind of martial arts is this?"

There was chaos on the top of the mountain. Thousands of people were all frightened. They left the place unconsciously, just wanting to stay away from the figure.

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree.

With just one name, thousands of people in the martial arts community changed their colors, and would have almost fled if it hadn't been for him blocking the mountain road.

It can be seen how powerful he is.

Zhao Changlin, Lan Da and others also changed their colors.

"Amitabha!"

Sanyin, Sanmu and other great monks also stood up, clasped their hands together and chanted the Buddha's name:

"I don't want the Demon Lord to come here by borrowing his body."

Divine Pulse, in any force and in any dynasty, is an absolute big shot, an ancestor-level figure who dominates one party.

Although Sheep Snake is not as good as the Red Sun Dharma King, he is still a god with divine veins.

Being abandoned like this, the three old monks were shocked and inexplicable.

The whole place was shocked.

Only An Qisheng sat as still as the earth, his pale eyes looking directly at Pang Wanyang who had borrowed his body.

The first step for the Qi pulse to enter the divine vein is the 'Yin Shen leaving the body', but this does not mean that the divine vein can occupy other people's bodies at will.

Among all the martial arts in the world, the only martial art that can be reborn through reincarnation is Tianyi Seizing Spirit Sutra.

There are quite a few martial arts that are based on the will of others.

It's just that it's not easy to do it. The 'god' is ten times stronger than the person who borrows his body, so he can try to do it.

Pang Wanyang borrowing his body was not something that shocked Wang Jianglong and others.

What shocked them was that Pang Wanyang could actually come with the help of divine veins!

The significance of this had to shock them.

Pang Wanyang's expression was peaceful and tranquil. He didn't look like an unparalleled devil, but rather like an elegant accountant.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking at An Qisheng and the black and white Tai Chi diagram behind him, his eyes brightening slightly:

"This picture, with its black and white color, alludes to yin and yang. There is yin in yang, and there is yang in yin. However, the Taoist has a good spirit.

What's the name of this picture? "

He spoke calmly, but his voice was no longer that of a sheep or a snake.

Instead, there was a clanging sound like gold and jade colliding, and the words contained a strong divine meaning that affected everyone unconsciously.

But this is not intentional, but natural.

What is Wuji?

Wuji means that there are no boundaries or boundaries, it is boundless and endless.

Divine will is almost in harmony with heaven and earth, and every word and action seems to resonate with heaven and earth.

"Pang Wanyang"

An Qisheng's eyes rippled:

"Tai Chi Tu!"

While Pang Wanyang was sizing him up, he was naturally also sizing up the world's number one master.

An Qisheng was deeply touched.

As Pang Wanyang spoke, he could feel the void on the top of the mountain, the earth, the rocks, all trembling slightly, and the dead things becoming alive.

It even gave him the illusion that as long as Pang Wanyang was willing, this mountain peak would disintegrate and turn into powder.

"Tai Chi diagram, what a Tai Chi diagram"

Pang Wanyang looked down at the top of the mountain and sighed slightly:

"I originally thought that Taoists were blessed with divine weapons from heaven and humans, but I didn't expect that there are still outstanding people like Taoists in the world."

It was probably because of this that he came here.

From a dying body to what it is now in just two years, it is a miracle to anyone. There has been no such miracle in the Jiufu Realm for tens of thousands of years.

He originally thought that this Taoist had such a good fortune because of the divine weapons.

But he didn't expect it to be more powerful than he thought.

This Tai Chi diagram was more surprising and shocking to him than seeing the divine weapons.

An Qisheng's expression did not change and he responded calmly:

"The Demon Lord comes here with the faith of a divine vein, isn't it just for praise?"

"I never expected that the Taoist master would practice the wheel-turning method to such a level that he could trap this ray of my divine will in the body of the sheep and snake."

Pang Wanyang's eyes were deep and seemed to be neither happy nor angry:

"You can kill one of my six prisons with just a few clicks. The Taoist master's methods are also amazing."

He sent a sheep snake to deliver a message, just to see the martial arts of this Taoist King from a distance, but he had no intention of borrowing his body.

For those with divine veins, their body, mind, and body have become extremely harmonious.

The old Taoist priest used the wheel-turning method to trap this ray of divine will in the body of the sheep and snake. If he stayed there for a long time, the body of the sheep and snake would live but the spirit would die.

And if he leaves the body.

The sheep and the snake will only be like a punctured water bag, unable to reach perfection, and will eventually die.

It can be said that just as he said, the sheep and snakes are convinced to die.

"The Demon Lord doesn't seem angry?"

An Qisheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

When you look at people with your eyes, you only see their skin; when you look at people with your heart, you see their spirit.

The two met for only a moment, but they had a profound understanding of each other. Just as Pang Wanyang saw the mystery of the Tai Chi diagram, he also saw Pang Wanyang's ruthless and selfless way.

"Who in the world is immortal? If you are not a human being, you will die in three hundred years. How and when will you die? What's the big deal?"

Pang Wanyang smiled:

“To die at the hands of a Taoist, the life of Sheep and Snake is not in vain!

It's a pity that Mr. Pang doesn't have a wife or children. Otherwise, if he were to be killed by a Taoist, it would be hard for them to find good fortune in three lifetimes. "

A voice with a faint smile echoed from the top of the mountain.

But everyone who heard these words felt a chill in their hearts, feeling a bone-chilling chill.

There are many people in the world who are indifferent to family affection, but this is the first time they have seen someone who can say such shocking words in such a plain way.

Hearing this, An Qisheng raised his eyelids and said faintly:

"It seems that the Demon Lord wants this opportunity."