Great Dao Ji

The golden eagle drifted away and soon disappeared from sight.

"call!"

At this time, An Qisheng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

The blood that was boiling violently in his body slowly calmed down.

Having taken so many punches from the Red Sun Dharma King, his body was somewhat damaged.

After all, these many horizontal training techniques are intertwined in parallel. Although there will be no backlash and collision under his strong mental control, it is difficult to achieve a perfect integration.

To solve this problem, we must integrate many horizontal training martial arts, summarize them, and create our own unique horizontal training system.

In martial arts, the most suitable person is always the best, not the bigger the name, the better.

An Qisheng has always known this.

"Taoist Priest!"

A hundred feet away in mid-air, Wang Jianglong raised his hands and said with a smile: "Hit the divine veins and kill the red sun. The Taoist priest's actions really opened Wang's eyes!"

"It turns out to be Gang Leader Wang."

An Qisheng replied:

"I don't dare to praise you as a gang leader."

Wang Jianglong, leader of the Beggar Clan, is a powerful man who unites millions of beggars in Dafeng.

The Beggar Gang has a bad reputation in the Dafeng martial arts world, but in fact, it is impossible for a large gang with millions of members living at the bottom to be without a trace of darkness.

But that's just because the Beggar Clan has a bad reputation, but Wang Jianglong's reputation has no stain at all.

Even Yun Haitian looked down upon him when it came to the Beggar Clan, but when it came to this person, he had nothing to criticize.

An Qisheng knew more. In the original "Red Sun Disaster" he saw, the Red Sun Dharma King destroyed the Chivalry Sect, and it was this King who attacked the Red Sun Dharma King earlier than many masters in the court.

They both wanted to get acquainted, so naturally they had a great time talking.

Rumble~

At this time, there was a muffled sound of thunder from the horizon, and thick dark clouds rolled in, quickly blocking the sky.

There was moisture in the strong wind.

“It’s raining”

Wang Jianglong stretched out his hand to touch the moist breeze and couldn't help but smile:

"The rain came just in time!"

The two of them landed on the top of a barren mountain one after another.

Not long after, there was lightning and thunder over the mountains, dark clouds rolled, and heavy rain poured down, covering the forest fire that had been burning for seven or eight days.

On the top of the mountain with heavy rain and mist, An Qisheng looked at the sky and couldn't help but sigh.

The fire that stretches between the mountains cannot be extinguished even by the divine veins.

But under the power of heaven and earth, he was quickly suppressed.

As his Qi vessels matured and his true Qi could connect with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, he felt more and more insignificant.

It's no wonder that many masters in the Jiufu world don't care about polishing their bodies. No matter how powerful their bodies are, they are insignificant and worth mentioning when compared with the world.

"After this, no one will dare to take the Taoist priest's advice anymore."

Wang Jianglong stood in the heavy rain.

He never resisted the heavy rain, and even spontaneously withdrew his true energy and allowed the heavy rain to wash away:

"Lao Yun originally asked me to clear up Taoist Priest's name, but I knew that Lao Yun never knew people well, so I ignored him. When I saw Taoist Priest today, I realized that Lao Yun was not completely blind after all!"

An Qisheng just smiled and didn't care.

He has never felt that the quality of his reputation affects him. I am just me. He can't control what other people think of me, and he doesn't bother to care if he can.

After all, what drives the people in the martial arts community to come here in an endless stream, is it just because he is a big devil that everyone wants to beat?

If he were an eminent monk who was afraid of killing ants, no one would accept the reward offered by the imperial court?

I'm just afraid that more people will come.

"This rain is coming so hard, I'm afraid it won't last long."

Looking at the mountains covered with heavy rain, Wang Jianglong frowned slightly, then cupped his hands and said:

"Wang went to put out the fire. If we meet again next time, I will drink three hundred cups with the Taoist priest!"

"Sure as you wish!"

An Qisheng responded with a salute.

Wang Jianglong turned around and flew into the sky, carrying the wind and rain all over the sky, just like the dragon king spreading rain, and flew straight towards the fire that was burning even in the heavy rain.

An Qisheng stood in the rain for a long time and then drifted away.

The Red Sun Dharma King fought with people in the mountains of Liangzhou, and the fire caused by it was known to the world along with the tide of beasts in various places.

Countless people are still speculating whether this matter will attract all the great masters to take action.

Blood Demon An Qisheng once again caused an uproar in the martial arts world when he used his body of energy to attack the divine veins and killed the Red Sun Dharma King in the mountains in one fell swoop!

The Red Sun Dharma King has been famous for decades and is a famous big devil in the seventy-three states of Dafeng and even in the martial arts forests of other countries.

Was he killed, or was he killed by a Qi pulse master?

Countless people were shocked and at the same time in disbelief. If this matter had not been said by Wang Jianglong, the leader of the Beggar Clan, they would have thought it was nonsense.

But it wasn't until the imperial court's rewards were revoked that everyone knew this was true.

There was an immediate uproar.

Now, when the blood exchange Dacheng has become famous in the city, the Qi Pulse Dacheng has become powerful in a state and is famous all over the world.

Divine Vein Masters are at a level that is completely beyond the comprehension of most people.

But there are few people who don't know the legend that a master of divine veins can always form an army by one person and be powerful enough to defeat a country.

Suddenly, An Qisheng's already hot reputation became even more famous, catching up with the top ten grandmasters in the weapons spectrum.

Many martial arts people who originally gathered around Zhongzhou dispersed.

Divine Vein is synonymous with invincibility in today's world. The Blood Demon can kill even An Qisheng and even Divine Vein. How can they be opponents?

If it were just that, there might be some greedy people who would come to him, but with the withdrawal of the imperial bounty, most people naturally no longer wanted to be his enemy.

Some of the "heroes" who came under the name of revenge for their friends were even more embarrassed.

Of course, An Qisheng, who was running around Liangzhou to drive the beast tide back to the mountain, did not know about these things.

Roar~

The cold dragon roared, roaring for hundreds of miles.

The beasts all over the mountains trembled at the sound, wailing and fleeing.

The instincts between beasts allowed them to ignore humans, but they could not ignore the cold dragon flying in the sky and roaring fiercely.

On the dragon head, An Qisheng stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering.

It must be said that the cold dragon's vitality was inhuman. After being hit by Cao Tiangang and the Red Sun Dharma King, almost shaking out his brain, and falling from the sky to the ground several times, it did not die.

Just like the Golden Eagle King who was ripped out of Cao Tiangang's abdomen, he was able to fly all the way back to Zhongzhou after being disemboweled.

When he found that the cold dragon was not dead, he used the Ferris Wheel Method to subdue it when it was seriously injured.

Although the cold dragon was ferocious by nature, its spirituality was not low. If it had not been shot in the head one after another, it would have been difficult for him to subdue it.

In fact, it was the same. With the martial arts of the Red Sun Dharma King, it took him twenty years to barely subdue it. If the Ferris Wheel Method was so magical, the Wheel King would have been invincible in the world.

Roar~

Seeing thousands of beasts fleeing, the cold dragon roared again, dived, and burst out with breath, scaring countless beasts to tremble and fall to the ground with feces and urine.

Only then did it fly up to the sky triumphantly.

But at this time, it suddenly found something strange.

It saw that under its fierce power, there were still beasts that did not kneel down to show submission.

It was about to get angry, but suddenly heard a cold snort from above.

Suddenly, he shuddered, and his arrogance disappeared.

An Qisheng lowered his eyes and looked.

Standing alone in the herd was a small donkey with a mixture of black and white.

This little donkey was ordinary, not a rare animal. It could remain unmoved by the power of the cold dragon, naturally because there was a person sitting on its back at this time.

A monk.

A handsome little monk wearing a moon-white monk robe, with red lips and white teeth.

At this time, the little monk was holding a relic emitting a faint red light, and muttered to himself:

"Why is it only so bright?"

Huh~

The air flow whistled, and the cold dragon lowered its huge head. An Qisheng walked down, stepping on the air as if stepping on the ground.

"Little monk, we meet again."

An Qisheng smiled slightly. This little monk was naturally Huiguo.

A few months ago, he killed a mountain of bandits in Snake King Mountain for a donkey, and he also fought with the little monk Huiguo from Longxiang Temple.

Unlike then, he could detect the realm of the little monk at a glance.

He condensed the meridians of his hands, feet, torso, etc., and could form a small Zhoutian, but he did not condense it, obviously to achieve the great Zhoutian meridian.

"Donor An."

Huiguo came back to his senses. Although An Qisheng's white hair turned black at this time, and the whole person seemed to be not much older than him, he still recognized him at a glance.

He turned over and got off the donkey. As he turned over and got off, the little donkey also fell limply to the ground, twitching its limbs and rolling its eyes, but it was so scared that it fainted.

He walked around An Qisheng several times with the reddish relic in his hand, looking at the faint red light on it, and looked at An Qisheng in confusion:

"Donor An has made great progress in the past year. Isn't it because of the Soul-stealing Magic Skill?"

Huiguo was very surprised.

He had heard An Qisheng's name like thunder in the past year. In fact, he had been looking for An Qisheng for several months.

He originally thought that An Qisheng had really practiced the Soul-stealing Magic Skill to be able to advance so quickly.

But he didn't expect that the red light on the relic was still so weak.

"Little monk, you are too rash."

An Qisheng glanced at the little monk who seemed a little stubborn, and said lightly:

"With your martial arts, I can kill you with one finger. Even if I practiced the Soul-stealing Magic Skill, what can you do?"

"Then it seems that Master An has not practiced this magic skill."

Huiguo breathed a sigh of relief and put his hands together and said:

"Even if Master An really practiced this magic skill, he would not kill me."

"He can read minds?"

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows, and his mind moved, and he asked again:

"What about now?"

Seven hundred years ago, Longxiang Fa Temple was also a large sect comparable to Huangjue Temple and Jishen Sect. The many martial arts passed down by it were naturally extremely magical.

He had seen this martial art when he entered Huiguo's dream, and even learned it.

Its name is telepathy, which is a martial art that can sense the good and evil intentions of others after the Heart Sutra is condensed.

"Donor An?"

Huiguo's eyes widened, quite surprised.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought that there was no one in front of him.

He had practiced telepathy for a long time, but he couldn't feel any of his emotions.

"Donor, you have a deep cultivation of mind and character."

After being shocked, Huiguo expressed his admiration.

"After all, you can't have no thoughts."

An Qisheng shook his head.

The body of the heart without good or evil, there are good and evil intentions, and Huiguo will detect the good and evil if his mind is not calm. If he has no thoughts, let alone Huiguo's telepathy, even the telepathy of the immortals and Buddhas in the legend cannot sense it at all.

"Little monk, your relic is well sensed. The soul-stealing magic is in me."

An Qisheng replied softly with a sigh.

While speaking, he raised his eyebrows and looked.

The words were not spoken to Huiguo, but to another monk who was walking from a far distance.

That was a middle-aged monk who was also wearing a moon-white monk's robe.

He had a tall and slender figure, a face like a crown jade, eyes like morning stars, and thin eyebrows. He was as handsome as Huiguo, and even more handsome.

There is a long-standing saying in the martial arts world.

It says that there are few handsome heroes in the world, but none of the descendants of Longxiang Temple are ugly.

It has always been like this for seven hundred years.

"Amitabha."

The middle-aged monk put his hands together and bowed slightly:

"I am a humble monk, and I meet the old donor An."

Here is the third chapter. Good night, everyone.