Great Dao Ji

A hunting order, under the dissemination of the powerful intelligence system of the imperial court, quickly spread to the seventy-three states of Dafeng, thousands of prefectures, and countless counties.

In an instant, it was like a raging fire boiling oil.

An Qisheng, who was already famous, instantly became a hot commodity in everyone's mouth.

It was fine to ask for the Great Huandan and the secret book of the divine veins, but he even offered such conditions as a tailor-made divine weapon.

Not only some wanderers in the rivers and lakes, small and medium-sized sects, but also some masters in large sects were a little jealous.

"Hunting Order"

In the Xiayi Sect, An Qisheng held a piece of yellow paper in his palm, and his eyes were rippled.

Having realized the spiritual realm of avoiding danger, he no longer cared about being hunted down, even if it was the divine veins of this world, he would not be afraid.

The reason why he was unscrupulous was because he was fearless.

He was a little surprised. He thought that after killing Yang Ling, Zhao Changying and others, the imperial court would send out those masters of the divine veins to take action.

But he didn't expect to receive this hunting order.

In a moment, he thought a lot.

Many thoughts emerged in his mind, many possibilities emerged one by one, and he ruled them out one by one. In a flash, he had guessed several possibilities.

The first possibility is that the Golden Wolf King Court and Dafeng are about to go to war, and many masters are restraining each other and cannot easily take action.

The second is that the court wants to use him as a knife to clean up the martial arts world.

These two possibilities are not difficult to guess after he got a lot of information.

But he thought more deeply.

After entering the dream of the master of the Wheel Temple, Chi Wuti, he learned that the Golden Wolf Kingdom wanted to go to war this time, and more of them were the Golden Wolf King Court's insistence.

Do they really want to go to war?

Or do they want to use this so-called war as an excuse to do something else?

For example, clean up the martial arts world.

Unlike the chaotic martial arts world in Dafeng, the Golden Wolf King Court respects the Wheel Temple.

But the same thing is that the martial arts world is extremely harmful to the court.

In other words, the Grandmaster Wheel King, who is ranked fourth in the weapon list and masters the Ferris Wheel Method, is even more dangerous to the Golden Wolf King Court.

"Brother?"

Seeing An Qisheng holding the wanted order and falling into deep thought for a long time, Yun Haitian couldn't help but call out.

"It's okay."

An Qisheng came back to his senses.

"Brother, are you worried about this wanted order?"

Yun Haitian frowned:

"The court's move is too vicious. Even if it were me, I'm afraid there would be nothing I could do."

Yun Haitian saw it clearly.

With An Qisheng's current martial arts, there are few rivals in the martial arts world. Except for the masters of the divine veins of the top sects, there are few people who can defeat him.

The rest of the Jianghu scattered people, even if there are thousands of people, can't kill An Qisheng.

With his fast speed, no one in the Qi veins can catch up with him.

It's just that people die for money and birds die for food. The court's reward is so generous that you can't imagine how many people will be tempted by it.

The world is not short of people who think they are extraordinary.

They always think that what others can't do, they may not be able to do.

Once those people come, I'm afraid that this brother's temper will kill them all.

He has good intentions, but he never hesitates to speculate others with the greatest malice.

In his opinion, if the situation really reaches that point, no matter whether it is Huangjue Temple, Jishen Sect, Zhengang Dao, Dalongmen or Wanjian Villa, they will inevitably be blocked by the court at the mountain gate and cannot leave.

If so, it must be the beginning of a new round of martial arts catastrophe.

"Wanted order is dispensable, but I don't care much."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly, his eyes deep.

What Yun Haitian can think of, he can naturally think of.

He tapped the table lightly and said calmly:

"I'm just curious. Isn't the court afraid that I will make another breakthrough, kill my way to the capital, and chop off the head of King Feng?"

"Brother, be careful."

Yun Haitian smiled bitterly: "I know you have complaints, but King Feng can't be killed. Even if you can kill him, I'm afraid that the world will be in chaos again and people will suffer."

The power of the Dafeng court is the best among all countries. It can fight three people alone in the Nantian Mountain Hunting Club without losing. If some martial artists hadn't defected, they could have won a great victory.

Over the years, as Dafeng's national strength has increased, there have been many people who want to assassinate the king, but King Feng has not been in trouble so far. You can imagine what his methods are.

"This is to determine that I can't break through."

An Qisheng couldn't help but sneer.

He had dreamed of many martial arts masters, including masters from big sects and big forces such as Mr. Lan, Zhao Changlin, Huiguo, Xue Chaoyang, and Tuoba Chongguang. Naturally, he would not be ignorant of the divine veins.

In the martial arts of Jiufu Realm, the mastery of blood exchange is considered to be a glimpse of the door, and the condensation of true qi is considered to be the entrance.

But the most difficult is the condensation of qi and the casting of divine veins.

Needless to say, the difficulty of condensing qi is extremely complicated and difficult. If there is a slight mistake, there will be no possibility of progress.

But compared with casting divine veins, this difficulty is nothing.

There are not too many qi and vein masters in various countries, at least more than 10,000, but the number of divine vein grandmasters on the weapon list is not even 36.

This is certainly hidden in secret by various countries, but even if there is no hiding, this number will not be too different.

You know, the lifespan of a divine vein is three hundred years. This number also includes antiques like Ikkyu of Huangjue Temple who lived for nearly three hundred years.

After three hundred years, only fifty can be accumulated, which shows how difficult the divine veins are.

"Divine Veins"

Yun Haitian sighed softly, his face a little desolate.

He has been famous for sixty years, which is a full sixty years before he was trapped in the divine veins. It would be a lie to say that he has no obsession.

He picked up the teacup and blew on it gently, and said: "Some people say that I am the person closest to the divine veins. If I hadn't been injured, I would have been promoted to the divine veins. This is not true."

"Want to hear the details."

An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly.

Although he understands the divine veins, Yun Haitian naturally has his own unique understanding since he was trapped in the divine veins for sixty years.

"When the Qi channels are fully developed, people interact with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Over time, the true energy gradually becomes spiritual. This spirituality is nothing else but martial arts."

Yun Haitian said slowly:

"Spirituality does not come out of nothing. Only when martial artists of our generation practice a martial art to the highest level can spirituality be born from the true energy!

That Feng Qingxuan's magic sword slash has been developed spiritually, and it feels like it has life when it is struck with a sword. Even with your eyes closed, you can cut through the enemy's flaws with just one strike."

An Qisheng nodded slightly.

He knows this, and he also knows that Feng Qingxuan gained his spirituality through this magic sword slashing skill, and Yun Haitian gained his spirituality through the righteousness Changhe Kung Fu, the Xia King Demon Slaying Kung Fu, the Walking Cloud and Snow Kung Fu, and the Wan Lang Kung Fu. All nine martial arts, including Jingtai Palm, have developed spirituality!

If he didn't take action this time, Yun Haitian would be seriously injured and dying to fight Feng Qingxuan, and the final result would be both death.

Even that Wushuang will be killed together.

This can be inferred from the fact that the target of revenge from Yundongliu is the Chilian Demon Sect, not Feng Qingxuan and Wushuang.

"But besides that, there is one last step."

Speaking of this, Yun Haitian looked slightly solemn: "God controls all spirits and must withstand the test of heaven and earth."

"This step is also called the Yin Shen leaving the body!"

"The Yin God leaves the body"

An Qisheng murmured to himself.

When the Yin Shen leaves the body, he or she breaks out of the body after realizing that the 'god' is powerful enough.

At that time, with the interaction of qi and the transformation of the magnetic field, there will be thunder to hit you and fire to burn you between heaven and earth.

Only if you can resist it, can you step into the divine veins. Otherwise, your body will die and your Tao will disappear.

In fact, if he had a physical body, with his current body, a few thunders would definitely not be able to kill him, as long as there were not a series of thunders.

But when the spirit is out of the body, without the protection of the body shell, only practicing spiritual martial arts can be used as a means. How dangerous is it to resist the thunder?

As soon as the thunder sounded, I was afraid that my soul would be gone.

"Yes, the Yin Shen left the body."

Yun Haitian's eyes were a little blurry:

"It has been rare to resist lightning strikes in ancient times. However, over thousands of years, various methods of avoiding disasters have been passed down. Among them, the most well-known and effective one is to create a magic weapon!"

Divine weapon, divine weapon.

It was originally a weapon commanded by ‘gods’!

An Qisheng's eyes flickered as he recalled Kong San.

After defecting from the Jishen Sect, this abandoned disciple had no shortage of martial arts training. The existence of the soul-stealing demonic skill also meant that he did not need pills or resource assistance, but he eventually joined the Six Hell Demon Sect.

Therefore, he moved the corners of his mouth and said the last words Yun Haitian wanted to say:

"Unfortunately, after tens of thousands of years, there are very few strange spiritual objects in the world that can be used to create magical weapons, and most of them are in the hands of many large sects and powerful forces."

The Dafeng border is in the far north, a place of extreme bitter cold.

The strong wind carried the snow all over the sky and scattered it. In the extremely cold world, the visibility was extremely low. Ordinary people could die suddenly even if they walked in it.

And in such a cruel world, a group of people trudged through the snow, braving the cold wind as sharp as a knife.

A group of people dressed in black, with long bows and swords on their backs, trudged through the snow half a man high, but their speed was extremely fast.

The thin clothes were moving in the wind and snow, but the man was as silent as stone.

In the dimly lit sky full of snow, the group of people ran for hundreds of miles before slowly coming to a stop.

The view is as far as the eye can see.

Under the boundless howling wind and snow, there is an endless stretch of towering mountains. In front of the mountains, there is a calm and deep lake.

The water of the lake was sparkling, but there was no trace of ice in this land of heavy snow and bitter cold.

Huhu~~~

On the bank of the big lake, a group of people stopped and stood, their bows and knives covered with heavy snow.

Everyone in the group said nothing and remained silent.

They looked at the vast lake, which was like an ocean, and saw a small boat suddenly floated out from between the mountains under the heavy snow.

The boat sailed leisurely in the snow and ice, making ripples.

On the deck, a man dressed in a coir raincoat was fishing with a pole. He felt indescribably content, as if he was integrated with the mountains and snowy lake here.

"Let us bow to the Dharma King!"

Seeing someone coming from the boat, a group of people on the shore knelt down and worshiped on the ground, burying their foreheads in the deep snow.

The person who came was none other than the Dharma King of the Red Sun who had been fishing in the lake for twenty years.

"What a beast, he hid well!"

The calm voice fell to the ground from the wind and snow. Everyone felt their hearts heat up, and the coldness around them seemed to disappear in an instant.

It seems that this voice contains a strong masculinity.

"King of Dharma"

The group of people trembled and couldn't help but look up.

There seemed to be a red sun rising over the lake, shining through the flying snow in the sky. Water mist evaporated on the huge lake in an instant, as if it was boiling by the red sun.

Dozens of miles away on the lake, a heat wave hit us, causing all the snow on everyone's bodies to disappear, and their wet clothes to dry out in an instant!

Roar~~~

Then, a roar that was as loud as an ox and a tiger, but louder than an ox, and more powerful than a tiger's roar, surged out from under the rolling and boiling lake.

"What?!"

Everyone's hearts were beating wildly.

I saw amidst the billowing mist-like water vapor, as the boat soared into the sky, a huge figure with a color as green and black as ice was pulled out of the lake by the thin fishing line!

Under the huge head is a huge body that is ten feet long!

I saw that the giant beast had a head like a camel, antlers like a deer, and a beard that was about ten feet long. It was roaring in anger, and the sound shook the sky, and huge waves rose up with it.

Sweeping across the sky, like a fairy ship, it swept over the small boat in the mist. The light around it shone like a red sun rising. The coir raincoat laughed loudly:

"What a good beast, I have captured you nine times in twenty years. If you don't surrender this time, I will pull out your dragon tendons, peel off your snake scales, roast you and eat you!"

In the endless light and heat, the cold dragon struggled several times and swayed thousands of water dragons. Unwilling to give in, it fought angrily.

But no matter how hard it exerted its force, huge waves stirred up the lake surface for miles, but it could not shake the thin fishing line. In the end, it was pulled into the clouds and mist.

There was only a sad and desperate roar left.

Roar~

Amid the roar of the dragon, the boat fell and slapped on the lake.

Everyone looked up and saw wind and thunder roaring.

The man in coir raincoat walked across the wind and snow in the sky astride the dragon, gradually getting further and further away:

"I already know about this, please go ahead!"