Great Dao Ji

Huhu~~~

An Qisheng stood up in the sky, his breath as calm as a deep pool, and there was no trace of the violent blood energy from his previous attack.

But everyone who looked at him only felt that the sky and the earth were majestic, like a mountain in front of them. They didn't see the details, only the outline, and there was a sense of inviolability and sanctity.

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

"Hongxuan, Hongxuan's five-color divine light"

Among the ferocious ruins, Qing Wusu stared deeply at the figure in the sky, and the last ray of light in his eyes dimmed:

"I remember you"

His words were careless, and like his body, they were blown away by the wind into the void.

Phew~

The imperceptible stream of light extinguished in a flash and disappeared into the void.

The image of a great cultivator of Yuanshen was shattered in the air.

Yu Xuan, Wang Xuangan and others watched with their hearts swaying, unable to control themselves for a moment, feeling shocked and delighted at the same time.

Only Lin Baimei fell into deep self-doubt.

He simply couldn't believe that the Taoist with his hands clasped above Chang Tian was the one he had seen in Blue Mountain City a few months ago.

At that time, Taoist Hongxuan was certainly very powerful, but he thought that he was not much different from himself.

But at this time, he saw that he defeated the Yuan Shen Dharma of the Yuan Shen monk with one blow, and he was the legendary king of supernatural powers.

Once upon a time, the little sect monk who he had never even remembered had suddenly become the top master in Youzhou, the Northwest Road, and even the entire Great Zhou Dynasty.

This made him somewhat unacceptable.

"Master."

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

This, how is this possible?

That is a realm that even the highest cultivators in the Yuanshen Great Cultivator, who have been practicing for 800 years, are far from reaching.

Was he defeated by his own sect leader like this?

"The Dharma of the Yuan Shen."

An Qisheng naturally didn't care what others thought of him. As he lowered his eyes slightly, a pale golden mark formed in the depths of his eyes.

The patterns in it are flowing, squirming like life, and faintly, there seems to be flickering images of what was seen before.

This is the imprint of the unrestrained soul.

The achievement of Yuan Shen has already begun to collect his own messages scattered in the void. Even if he possesses the power of dreaming, his balance needs to be broken before he can search for his messages.

At the end of the battle, the brand took shape.

Just right.

"Roar~"

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

As if before he could react, he let out a neigh and rushed towards An Qisheng.

"Alien species from heaven and earth?"

An Qisheng gathered his thoughts, raised his hand, and firmly grasped the white light in his hand.

But it was Yuan Xiang who was knocked back to his original form by Qing Wuju's blow.

"What a strength."

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling that there seemed to be a dragon struggling in his palm, and if he didn't notice, he would almost be ejected by it.

The Huangtian Realm is rich in spiritual energy, and it is easy to cultivate spiritual birds. Among them, the Yuanxiang family is considered to be the top one. According to legend, it is also the second only to the dragon family.

In particular, its physical strength can even rival that of the Dragon Clan.

Among the information he searched for, there were many records about this Yuan Xiang. According to legend, this Yuan Xiang cannot be conquered except by people of noble character.

Especially in Confucianism, its status is extremely high, comparable to several spiritual species in ancient times.

"Ho~ho~"

The jade-like little guy roared and struggled, completely forgetful, and seemed to be still immersed in the previous fight with Qing Wusu, like crazy.

Yuan Xiang's power is extremely powerful. If it hadn't been hit hard twice, An Qisheng would have been able to break free with a careless grab.

"White jade!"

At this time, Zeng San, who had recovered from the shock, let out a soft cry, and invisible force filled the air, calming the restless white jade Yuan Xiang.

"Old, sir?"

Bai Yuyuanxiang woke up as if from a dream, only to find that he was being pinched tightly by a Taoist's fingertips, and he immediately struggled again.

Phew~

An Qisheng flipped his palm and flicked his finger. The little guy couldn't bear it anymore and screamed, spinning and flying towards Zeng San who was above the chariot.

Zeng San caught the little thing casually, stood up, and bowed to salute: "This time I have to be rescued by Taoist friend Hongxuan. Zeng will remember it in his heart, and there will be retribution in the future."

"There is no need to be polite, old gentleman."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly and said calmly: "I am asking for something this time."

Although Confucianism is not included in the "Two Holy Lands, Three Emperors and Five Sects", it is still considered a strong sect in Nanzhan and even the four major continents, and it is even more prominent.

The combined interference of many sects in the human world is not as great as that of the Confucian ‘holy’ lineage.

Whether he wants to trace back those lost years or find the many fragments of his soul, there is a place where he can take advantage of Confucianism.

"Even so, the etiquette cannot be abolished."

Zeng San bowed three times before standing up: "Wuwuhai is backed by the Master of Ten Thousand Dragons' Lair. Although its strength is average, it is still in great trouble. No matter why fellow Taoist takes action, I will always feel deeply about it."

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

Zeng San put down Yuan Xiang, took a step forward, and landed on the barren mountain.

"Master."

Looking at the two people on the barren mountain, Gong Yangyan hesitated to speak. He originally wanted to remind his sect leader not to get involved in these sects.

Then I thought about it, my sect leader has already practiced Yuan Shen, and he only needs to go to the 'Wan Fa Chao Sect', not to mention replacing the 'Brahma Martial Arts' to become the master of the northwest.

At least, he can overthrow the ‘Tiangang Sect’ and become the lord of Youzhou.

In this way, with the Great Zhou Dynasty as its back, unless it offends the Dao Palace and the Second Holy Land of Xumi, there is no need to fear any other forces, right?

After thinking this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at the messy mountains. When he saw it, his head suddenly started to hurt again.

The power of the collision of souls, even if it is only a trivial aftermath, can be called a natural disaster to ordinary people.

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

Phew~

The barren mountain was in ruins. Wherever Yuan Xiang's blood had been splashed before, the vegetation, sand, and stones evaporated. From here, the blood-colored grand canyon thousands of miles long looked like a forbidden land for all living things.

"Old sir, please sit down."

An Qisheng made a casual move, and stone tables and chairs emerged from the ground.

His realm has not fallen. Once the inspiration is available, all kinds of magical powers will return automatically. Naturally, he does not need to follow the step-by-step procedures like monks in this realm.

"Fellow Taoist, you're welcome."

Zeng San straightened his clothes first, then lifted the hem of his clothes. He sat upright and saw that the stone table was empty. He flicked his sleeves and took out a plain yellow wine bottle:

"Yellow tangerine wine is made from citrus grown in the pure water from all over the world. It is of extremely high quality and has a superb aroma. It cannot be compared to the fairy wine, so it is considered a treasure."

After that, pour a glass for An Qisheng.

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

"It is indeed a good wine."

After months of combing through it, An Qisheng already knows a lot about this world.

Judging from the surface, the cities of the Zhou Dynasty, the other two great dynasties, and even the entire world seem to have been floating in the world for a long time, and the ways of the world are no different.

But this is one party after all. Except for the years that were deliberately erased, the inheritance has never been cut off.

Above the mundane world, there is another world that mortals cannot touch or understand.

For mortals, such a pot of yellow orange wine is a treasure that can cure all diseases, make people alive, and prolong life.

But for the monks, it was just drinks.

The two sat down and drank a few drinks each. An Qisheng was the first to speak: "I heard that Wuwang Sea is far above the North Sea. What did the old gentleman do to enable them to pursue them all the way here?"

Earthly Immortal Dao's heaven and earth are vast, with East Sheng, South Zhan, Xi He, all around in the north, and there are four seas in the east, west, south, and north.

There is heaven above and ghosts below.

Together they are called the Four Continents and Four Seas, and the Three Realms of Heaven.

Among them, although Beihai is not far from Nanzhan, it is only relatively speaking.

Even for the great monks who have traveled tens of thousands of miles, it is not that easy to cross over.

"Wuwanghai is under the jurisdiction of Wanlongchao. The pursuit of me here is naturally the order of Wanlongchao. The power of Wanlongchao is extremely powerful, not much worse than that of the Great Zhou Dynasty. It is said that the contemporary Dragon Lord has already practiced The Zhulong Dharma Body is so powerful that Wuwanghai will not dare to disobey his orders."

Zeng San didn't hide anything and said calmly: "A few years ago, I went to Beihai to look for Master's footprints, but I accidentally killed dozens of dragons and was severely wounded by the dragon master."

"Dharmakaya?"

An Qisheng's heart moved.

When he came to this world, the only dharma body he saw was Lu Daoren, whose fate he had spied on from a distance.

In the system of Dao Yitu, Dharmakaya is also called Earth Immortal and is a three-star star!

Looking at this world, he is already a top figure.

"Fellow Daoist Hong, there is no need to worry. The contemporary emperor of Zhou Dynasty is as powerful as the gods. Even the Dragon Lord would never dare to enter Zhou Dynasty lightly."

As he said this, there was a touch of bitterness on Zeng San's face: "If not, unless I can suddenly realize the 'vast river,' I'm afraid I will end up in the vast ocean of the North Sea."

Cultivation is like ascending to heaven, one step at a time.

Just as the difference between the nine turns of the golden elixir is huge, the difference between the three sacrifices of the soul is even greater.

Dharma form, Dharma body, manifestation.

The Yuan Shen only has three sacrifices to 'Heaven, Earth, and Man', but the gap between each level is completely different!

The Dharma Appearance is also called a Human Immortal, and the Dharma Body is already an Earth Immortal!

Although he has entered the realm of 'Dharma', he can't find it unless he can find the 'Great River', the king of Confucian supernatural powers that is as famous as the five-color divine light.

Otherwise, there would be no way to fight against the Ten Thousand Dragons Nest Master.

‘The soul of heaven and earth and the people of heaven and earth manifest themselves as celestial beings. So, the contemporary Emperor Zhou is already on the level of an immortal? ’

An Qisheng was thinking in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face: "Has the long history of Confucianism also been discontinued?"

"Except for the 'Seven Treasures Wonderful Technique' and the 'Emperor's Shocking World', most of the Ten Divine Powers of His Majesty have been cut off. This is the case with the three and three forms of the Ding Yi Dragon Form, the five colors of divine light, and the same with the vast river."

Zeng San hesitated to speak, but seemed to have scruples.

An Qisheng saw something was wrong and couldn't help asking: "But what's wrong?"

"Speaking of which, fellow Taoist disciple is the descendant of the five-color divine light. Have you ever heard of a legend passed down from the previous dynasty?"

Zeng San poured a glass of wine for each of them, and then looked at An Qisheng, who was frowning slightly, and said in an incomprehensible tone:

"According to legend, before the Great Xia, there was a man from outside the world who took King Yu as his disciple, Peacock. The Master also sought advice from him."