Great Dao Ji

On the top of the mountain, the wind and clouds dispersed, and the air flow rolled and whistled.

Pang Wanyang's expression remained unchanged, he just glanced at the Tai Chi diagram and shook his head slightly:

"It's a pity that you haven't achieved the Tao yet."

The two were several miles apart, but the top of the mountain seemed to become heavy all of a sudden, and the flying air and wind were pressed close to the ground by invisible pressure.

Many martial artists on the top of the mountain subconsciously retreated, trying to avoid the two.

But no matter how they retreated, the depression in their hearts could not be dissipated. It was clearly the two who were tit-for-tat, but they had the illusion of facing two great masters.

"The Tao has no end, so how can we talk about success or failure?"

An Qisheng just smiled.

Realm never represents everything, especially for him.

Whether it is the Qi channel or the Shen channel, it is just a division made by the predecessors. Time and space are eternally moving forward, and the times will not stop. There has always been only one generation stronger than the next.

The legacy of the predecessors will only become the cornerstone for stepping higher, not a constraint.

How about the divine vein?

How about Taiyin Wuji?

Not to mention that Pang Wanyang has a ray of divine will here, even if he comes in person, he has to fight first!

"The Great Dao is boundless, there is really no such thing as success or failure"

Pang Wanyang nodded slightly to express his agreement.

As he said this, he felt a little regretful:

"If I had known that he would grow up to be such a person, I should not have come this time"

A roll of Tai Chi diagram has already demonstrated the aspirations of this Taoist. He was a little amazed and wanted to see what this great success would look like.

At this time, although he came here with a ray of divine will, if he could not take it, wouldn't it be a pity for such a perfect avenue?

He sighed lightly and walked forward.

Boom!

With a step, his breath changed again.

It was like the sky was pressing down, pushing away the huge waves, and the raging airflow rushed directly to the faces of thousands of people.

In an instant, the mountains shook, and dust rose like a dragon, as if thousands of troops were trampling together.

Boom!

There seemed to be thunder rolling in the sky.

Wang Jianglong raised his eyebrows and looked, only to see that the white clouds in the sky had turned black, and in an instant, they had covered all the light. The peak of Wangquan Mountain at noon was like night.

"Qi Qi sympathizes, Taiyin Wuji"

Yun Haitian slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his face solemn.

Qi pulses, the true qi sympathizes with the heaven and earth, can slightly affect the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth, but it can only achieve the point of water and fire in the void.

Once the divine pulse is completed, the divine will is agitated, and it can even wrap up the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth for several miles, stepping with wind and thunder, and burning mountains and boiling seas with thoughts.

Just like the Red Sun Dharma King, the power of one day can burn thousands of miles of mountains.

It is also said that some strange martial arts can change the weather and the sky through long-term communication. However, with just one step, the sky was covered with dark clouds. Only Taiyin Wuji has such ability!

Countless people changed their faces. .

As Pang Wanyang took a step forward, the world turned upside down, and the vast and magnificent momentum filled his mind in an instant.

The divine will was boundless, as if it was empty, and yet it seemed to be omnipresent.

Everyone present felt heavy in their hearts, and felt that they would be the first to bear the brunt.

For a time, the mountaintop was in chaos, and everyone was in danger.

"The four seasons change when it moves, the climate changes, and Taiyin Wuji is indeed another completely different realm."

With a light sigh, An Qisheng slowly stood up.

Even now, he couldn't affect the changes of the four seasons with human power, or in other words, he couldn't reach the level of affecting the changes of the four seasons with a simple physique.

In the legend of Xuanxing, there are Taoists who step on Gang Budou to affect the changes of the four seasons, but he is different from the method of stepping on Gang Budou, and that is more similar to the art of Feng Shui.

It can't be compared with Pang Wanyang's stepping to cause the celestial phenomena.

Buzz~

As he slowly stood up.

The minds of the people present were all in a trance, and they only felt that the invisible aura spread in all directions. The moment the Taoist stood up, it seemed that a towering mountain suddenly stood up, and it seemed that a real dragon raised its head into the clouds, connecting heaven and earth.

Repel the dark clouds!

The dark sky seemed to be pierced through at once, and the golden sunlight fell from the hole, spreading on An Qisheng's white robe like a golden armor.

Amid the howling wind, his spotless white Taoist robe danced with the wind, like a legendary immortal who wanted to transcend the thunder tribulation and ascend to heaven.

A vast and vast breath was deeply imprinted in everyone's mind for a while.

Although he just stood up simply, everyone felt that the crisis in their hearts disappeared, as if the mountains and rivers were in front of them, blocking the rolling torrent.

Huhuhuhu~~~

On the top of the mountain, the two stood opposite each other.

There seemed to be an invisible air wall between the two men, and the hurricane that was raised was like thousands of wind blades, crisscrossing and forcing many martial artists to retreat again and again.

Wang Jianglong, Yun Haitian, Sanyin and other great monks looked at each other, and pushed away, but came to the front of a group of martial artists.

"Such a kind of intention, it is quite interesting"

In the whistling air, Pang Wanyang, whose long robe fluttered, had a bright look in his eyes:

"Take my move, I think there will be no big problem."

"Too much nonsense."

An Qisheng lowered his eyes indifferently, then stepped forward,

Start!

Amid the sound of cracking brocade, his slender and crystal-clear fingers like jade flicked the void, and had already produced 54,000 changes!

At this level of An Qisheng, the perception of time is completely different from that of ordinary people.

An ordinary person's finger snap is just a finger snap.

But his finger snap can show sixty instants and nine hundred births and deaths!

In just one snap of a finger, An Qisheng's palm has produced 54,000 changes!

From a distance of several miles, it pushes forward!

Buzz~

It's like the bronze bell in Huangjue Temple is struck!

In a trance, everyone only feels that a towering gate appears on the top of the mountain, which is taller and more sacred than the gate on Wangquan Mountain.

Slowly pressing down, the airflow within a few miles of the sky is trembling, and is pushed by this palm, like a real wall, like a mountain, moving horizontally and pressing down!

Boom!

The air wave is emptied!

Pang Wanyang's clothes are all blown up.

The depth of his eyes outlines the palm that contains thousands of changes, and the heat in his eyes seems to burn out like a substance.

For a moment, on the top of Wangquan Mountain, where light and darkness interweave, it seems like two burning suns.

"Haha! Hahaha!"

Pang Wanyang's long laugh pierces the heavy air waves.

He took another step, as if he was going to overturn the earth, and suddenly clenched his raised arm.

Bang!

It was as if thunder exploded in his palm, and under the huge wave, the heartbeats of everyone present stopped.

The next moment, he emptied the huge waves.

He threw a punch, which had already ignored the space and crossed hundreds of feet, and met the palm of An Qisheng that was pressing down.

His punch was like a burning meteor falling to the ground, like a comet with a swaying tail, and more like a dam that suddenly rose, blocking the rolling palm force.

The martial artists present could not describe the power of this punch, as if the world was in his hands, and life and death were in my hands.

It was control, it was extinction, it was grand, and it was also indifferent.

Magnificent!

"This punch"

An Qisheng, who had already crossed several miles in the explosion of the strong wind, had his eyes fixed.

In his perception, Pang Wanyang's punch was almost one with the heaven and earth. When his five fingers moved, they almost mobilized the heaven and earth for several miles. It was as if the heaven and earth were blocking him!

Boom!

A real earthquake!

Within a few miles of the top of Wangquan Mountain, the floor paved with hard white jade rock sank three feet!

It was as if it was flattened by an invisible magic weapon!

Even though many martial artists had been prepared, they staggered and almost fell here.

In the collision between the two, not only the balance of the mountain was broken, but also the balance of their minds!

Whoosh~~

The smoke and dust rolled up like hundreds of earth dragons soaring into the sky, dancing with the howling wind dragons!

Just a collision.

It was so earth-shaking!

On the top of the mountain, countless people were dazzled.

Only Wang Jianglong and Yun Haitian looked gloomy, and stepped forward together. Their powerful true qi filled the sky, and they connected with each other and turned into an invisible air wall to block the way.

The next moment, the flying dust was like the most powerful hidden weapon in the world.

Crackling~

The hearts of many martial artists jumped in the sound of the cannon-like explosion.

Most of them were "invited" by An Qisheng to build the mountain gate. At this time, they all shuddered when they saw that the square of several miles was turned into ruins.

Boom!

On the top of the mountain, the air wave rose hundreds of feet like a mushroom cloud, completely blowing away the diffuse dark clouds.

Then the scattered soil and sand fell "rustling", falling like rain on the top of Wangquan Mountain.

Bang!

It seemed like a long time, but also like a moment later.

The two figures flew away, one fell at the end of the ruins, in front of the Tai Chi diagram, white clothes fluttering.

The other flew across the sky, standing a hundred feet in the air, with the air around him roaring like a dragon.

Huh~

An Qisheng was surrounded by mist, like a blazing furnace.

There were also waves of blood flowing through his body, like waves of big rivers. The rolling heat waves were caused by the violent boiling of his blood.

"Master!"

Wang Jianglong moved and landed beside An Qisheng.

As soon as he landed, he frowned.

In this heat wave, he could smell a faint fragrance like the grass and trees in the mountains in the morning after the rain.

"Master is injured?"

Wang Jianglong was shocked and knew that it was the smell of blood.

He had been in Wangquan Mountain for several days. He had taken the initiative to challenge An Qisheng before.

In that battle, he had no chance of winning.

But what impressed him most was not the three free-hand fighting, but the Taoist's extremely strong physique.

With his full-strength attack of the Dragon Subduing Palm, even the cold dragon, whose physique was a hundred times stronger than that of humans, would be seriously injured by him, but the Taoist endured it and was not even injured.

This Pang Wanyang was just a divine will, so powerful?

An Qisheng waved his hand slightly to show that he was fine.

He looked up at Pang Wanyang standing in the air and said lightly:

"Why hold on? It's not your body."

Before An Qisheng finished speaking, there was a muffled sound in the air.

Pang Wanyang, or the body of the 'Sheep Snake', exploded in the sky as if evolving.

In an instant, the flesh and blood turned into mud and rolled down like rain. The bloody smell was blown all over the mountain by the air waves and everyone could hear it.

"Good! Very good! Very good!"

The indifferent voice with ripples echoed in the bloody rain in the sky:

"On the second day of the second month of the year after next, I will wait for the Taoist to come to the desert!"

In the falling air, An Qisheng responded indifferently:

"Good!"

Thank you Bai Yi Ran Shuang Hua for the million-dollar reward! Thank you! I will continue to write, and everyone will read it tomorrow.