Great Dao Ji

Even though An Qisheng did not make any big publicity, on the day when the Taoist temple was completed, there were still countless pigeons and eagles flying from Nanliang County, Ronghua Prefecture, and even the entire Fengzhou, and spread throughout the states of Dafeng.

Wangquan Dao!

It seemed that overnight, this name resounded throughout the martial arts world and was known to everyone.

Wangquan.

These two words are taboo in the world, which is the authority of the king.

Establishing the Dao Wangquan made countless people stunned and admired.

After all, this is a top master who really faced the court and trampled on the dignity of the court!

The aftermath of the battle in front of Fengdu City has not yet dissipated, and now there is news that An Qisheng has established a sect, and countless people in the world are suddenly moved.

Some people yearn for it and want to become a disciple to learn skills, some people want to join in the fun, and some people simply want to inquire about the news

For a time, Wangquan Dao has not yet officially established a sect.

But it has already attracted the attention of countless people.

An Qisheng may know or may not know, but he doesn't care.

After the Taoist temple was completed, he drove down the mountain those martial artists who were reluctant to leave and wanted to work for him all their lives.

After that, he entered the Huayan Mountains and found a group of birds with extremely fast flying speed and excellent endurance to deliver letters.

As his "body" became stronger and stronger, the Ferris Wheel Technique was improved a lot, and it was natural for him to subdue birds.

Even under his spiritual influence, these birds could deliver letters directly without training, of course, only in places where An Qisheng himself had been.

To establish a sect, there must be witnesses.

Although An Qisheng didn't want to make a big fuss, he still had to invite some people, such as Huangjue Temple and Wang Jianglong.

Apart from that, he didn't know anyone and didn't want to make friends, so he naturally didn't bother to pay attention.

The empty hall seemed to be filled with cold currents, and the whole hall groaned unbearably as an invisible pressure trembled.

A tall man half-knelt on the ground, his body trembling slightly.

"Wangquan Dao, Wangquan Dao"

King Feng stood in the shadow, his eyebrows grim:

"What a Wangquan Dao!"

"King, King! That An Qisheng calls himself Wangquan Dao Ren. Although he has officially established a sect, it is already true. Do you want to send people to encircle and suppress him?"

The tall figure spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Why encircle and suppress?"

King Feng waved his sleeves, and the grim expression on his face disappeared instantly, turning into a sneer:

"The old Taoist's power is comparable to that of the gods. If he insists on escaping, how can the army stop him? Just for the two or three kids under his tutelage?"

The tall figure trembled and dared not answer.

"This is a good thing."

King Feng lowered his eyes:

"A beast that walks alone is the most feared. It is safer to have a burden!"

Why is he afraid of this old Taoist priest, and not Ikkiu of Huangjue Temple or Mu Qingfeng of Wanjian Villa?

Of course, it is because this old Taoist priest is alone!

Whether it is Ikkiu or Mu Qingfeng, they have thousands of disciples and countless apprentices. Even if they have the power to attack the royal city, they dare not act rashly.

Even, they have to make friends with him.

Because they are not afraid of being surrounded and killed by the court, but those apprentices and apprentices have no such possibility!

Throughout the ages, there have been solitary Qi meridians, but few solitary divine meridian grandmasters.

Therefore, the court and the martial arts world will maintain a balance and fear each other.

Therefore, the appearance of An Qisheng really broke this balance.

This old Taoist priest not only became a Qi channel without the support of the sect, but also possessed the strongest martial arts with the Qi channel body, and defeated the siege of the court head-on.

But he dared to be so bold, nothing more than because he was alone.

If he had thousands of disciples, it would be different.

"Your Majesty is wise."

The tall figure responded respectfully.

King Feng waved his hand:

"Take a golden-feathered eagle and present it to me!"

"Yes!"

The tall figure bowed slightly and left the hall.

Not long after, he walked into the hall holding a golden-feathered eagle.

"Go."

King Feng dismissed the man and waved his hand slightly, and the golden-feathered eagle, which was combing its feathers, fell into his palm.

King Feng picked up a pen and put a letter under the belly of the golden-feathered eagle.

Then he shook his hand, and the golden-feathered eagle let out a long cry, like a lightning bolt, breaking through the sky and leaving.

"Royal power, royal power"

King Feng repeated again.

Then he disappeared into the shadows.

Behind the main hall, there were many secret doors, and there were masters on duty in front of each secret door, without a moment's slackness.

Even King Feng had to match all the secret codes, and even drop blood to verify his identity before he could enter.

There was no light in the dark tunnel.

"Grandfather, Grandfather"

King Feng sighed softly.

This is the most secret place in Dafeng. Even he did not know where this place was until several years after he inherited the throne.

On weekdays, he would never want to come here.

King Feng walked forward, and after walking for an unknown number of miles, a ray of red-gold light appeared in front of the dark tunnel.

Faintly, it seemed that the sound of dragon roars could be heard.

At the end of the tunnel, a burly figure sat cross-legged.

It was this person who was sitting cross-legged here, and the omnipresent red-gold light behind him was blocked behind him, with only strands of it spreading out.

When he saw King Feng, the man did not open his eyes. Instead, King Feng bowed first:

"Grandma, how is the progress?"

Shua~

It seemed like a flash of lightning!

The dark road for several miles suddenly became bright!

Then, the light dimmed a little.

But he could see the man's true face, which was a burly old man in red clothes with red lips and white teeth.

"Your Majesty should not come here more often."

The voice that sounded rough and soft, like a strong and soft voice, echoed in King Feng's ears:

"In another twenty years, it will be a great success!"

"Twenty years, too long"

King Feng frowned:

"Grandma, is there any way to speed up this process?"

Twenty years, I'm afraid the world will be in war, and I don't know how many dragons and snakes have landed.

"Two hundred years have passed, twenty years, how can we not wait?"

The voice of the red-clothed grandmother sounded like a man and a woman.

His voice was strange, but not unpleasant to the ear. Instead, it had a strange charm that made people feel relaxed and happy.

"Twenty years later, I'm afraid there will be many kings in the world. I'm afraid my Dafeng family business will be ruined in my hands."

King Feng's face was a little gloomy.

"Taizu conquered thousands of miles of territory with just his fists. With the magic weapon in hand, don't you have the confidence to conquer the world again?"

The red-clothed grandmother responded lightly:

"You must remember that Taizu, Taizong, Xuanzong and other gentlemen have been planning for two hundred years just for you!"

King Feng was silent for a moment, and then said:

"Han Changgong is proficient in Fengshui and Qiyun. Can he be allowed to join in?"

"Impossible!"

As if there was thunder, the red-clothed grandmother shouted:

"After two hundred years of sharpening, the magic weapon hates us deeply. If someone else comes, the magic weapon will definitely choose him as the master! Except you and me, anyone who knows this news!

Only,

Kill! Kill! Kill!!!"

The wind whistled in the tunnel, and the several-mile long corridor was full of thunder.

In the dust of the raging airflow, King Feng wiped the dust off his face and nodded indifferently:

"I understand."

Dafeng is 30,000 miles north, an extremely bitter and cold place.

This place is close to the North Pole of the Earth and the Earth, and the environment is extremely harsh. Nearly half of it is the Arctic Ocean, with very little land and almost no human habitation. Even the animals that can survive are very few.

Surrounded by several Arctic Oceans, there is a piece of ice peaks.

Among them, there is a mountain range that stands up to the sky, like the backbone of the world, penetrating into the clouds.

This mountain was originally nameless, but now it is called the Six Hells Holy Mountain.

On it, the Six Hells Demon Sect is located.

On the ice peak, in the Six Hells Demon Sect, which looks like a mortal village, there is silence, only the howling of wind and snow, as if no one has been seen for a long time.

Li~

But just when a golden light passed by.

A figure suddenly rose from the wind and snow, and in the rolling air waves, he jumped a hundred feet and caught the golden-winged eagle that flew like an arrow in his hand.

Boom!

The man landed and set off a gust of wind and waves.

In the cold wind like a sharp blade, his majestic dragon-like body and his head with a flat face and even invisible facial features appeared.

Without a face, he can change into many different forms.

This person is the leader of the Hell Demon Sect, the Demon Lord of Changes, Sheep Snake.

"Sheep Snake! Shut up!"

A cold snort was heard in the village.

A skinny old man appeared like a ghost, and his voice was cold:

"This is the Golden Winged Eagle of the Dafeng court. It should be looking for the Sect Master. How dare you kill it."

"Sect Master"

The tall and burly man almost crushed the Golden Winged Eagle to death, but he let go as if he had been electrocuted.

He let the Golden Winged Eagle run away screaming.

Cry~

Cry~

The Golden Winged Eagle screamed in fear, flew into the air, and suddenly accelerated, as if he was going to crash into the iceberg and die.

"Damn, this beast is so angry!"

The ghost-faced old man's face changed, and he was about to capture it.

Buzz~

Suddenly, the air in the sky rippled.

A slender and crystal-clear hand, like the most perfect creation in the world, reached out and grabbed the golden-winged eagle that broke through the sound barrier and escaped.

The two looked up.

In the sky full of howling winds, a face that was looming appeared in the sky.

The face was indifferent and sacred, like a god or a demon, and people dared not look directly at it.

Once it appeared, the cold wind in the sky seemed to stop.

"Master!"

The old man and the man were both shocked and knelt in the snow.

The owner of this face was Pang Wanyang, the master of the Six Hells Demon Sect, who had been the number one in the world for decades and was praised as the closest to heaven.

The supreme existence of the Six Hells Demon Sect.

"Wang Quan Daoist"

A clear voice like the collision of gold and jade flowed down:

"Yangshe, go to Dafeng and deliver a letter to me"

"Yes!"

Yangshe slowly stood up and took a letter that fell from the sky, which looked like ice and snow, and like a white jade.

There was no word on it.

Before the voice fell, Yangshe's figure had disappeared in the wind and snow.

It actually directly crossed the peak of hundreds of feet and jumped into the sky.

Like a meteor, it fell to the vast earth and the boundless Arctic Ocean.

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