Great Dao Ji

The magic weapon is not just a weapon, it is the will of God, martial arts, inheritance, Taoism, and incarnation.

The magic weapon is invisible, not for the purpose of changing many weapons to perform, but because the invisible becomes visible, and only the invisible weapon can exert all martial arts!

A fist is a gun, a sword, a free-hand fight, or everything!

With the convergence of millions of Qi and the Qi of swords and weapons borrowed from the world by An Qisheng, the Dao Sword finally burst out and exerted the Bagua furnace, accommodating all eight heavenly and human magic weapons!

Boom!

The Bagua furnace, which was outlined by the interweaving of Qi, rolled in the thunderclouds, and the thunder and lightning fell like swallows in the forest, bursting out brilliant electric snake sparks and falling like rain.

In the Bagua furnace, the magic weapons boiled and impacted, and the roars of tigers and dragons continued.

There were thunders rolling outside, and the magic weapons counterattacked inside.

The Bagua donkey roared and vibrated, making a deafening collision sound.

The newly formed Wangquan Sword could never suppress the eight divine weapons, but at this time, although the Bagua Furnace was shaking more and more violently in the rolling sea of ​​thunder, it never dispersed!

The internal and external bombardment, under the interaction of qi, actually maintained a delicate balance.

Boom!

Rumble!

The rolling sound waves flowed down with the sound of thousands of thunders, trampling the void like thousands of ferocious beasts until the four fields and eight wastelands, resounding through the world.

The Bagua Furnace that suddenly appeared in the sky suppressed the eight divine weapons!

Many martial arts masters outside Wangquan Mountain, Nanliang City, and even Ronghua Mansion were all speechless, staring at the Bagua Furnace in the sea of ​​thunder.

They still couldn't guess what An Qisheng wanted to do.

However, they could still see that An Qisheng had the upper hand in this battle!

It was incredible that he could still have the upper hand with a newly formed divine weapon against eight.

"Heavenly man! After thousands of years, a heavenly man has finally been born between heaven and earth!"

"How can I be so lucky to coexist with a heavenly man! How great is Wang Quan Dao, how great is Wang Quan Dao!"

"Heavenly man, heavenly man!"

Countless martial artists were excited, and they all looked extremely enthusiastic when they saw this scene in the sky.

If there is anything in the world that is more attractive to martial artists than the divine weapons of heavenly man, then it must be the heavenly man!

Heavenly man is the dream of countless martial artists from ancient times to the present!

At this moment, no one saw An Qisheng at all, and they couldn't see clearly what happened in the sea of ​​thunder in the sky, but the enthusiasm and excitement in their hearts far exceeded anything in the past!

Especially the masters of the new generation, who grew up listening to the legend of An Qisheng, were even more shaken at this time.

"The aura of the Sun-Breaking Bow was completely locked in it"

Somewhere in Fengzhou, Cangliu stood with a bow, and at this time he couldn't help but sigh and put down the dimmed longbow in his hand.

Different from other divine weapons of heaven and man.

The power of the Qiongtian Pori Bow lies not in the bow, but in the arrow.

The reason why it is called the most powerful among the divine weapons is that once the arrow is shot, it will be the most brutal blow.

And being trapped in it, the Pori Bow naturally loses its essence.

"Big Dragon Flag."

Zhao Tianfeng sighed softly, then laughed loudly, and stepped away:

"Fate comes and goes, so to speak! If I get it, I am lucky, if I lose it, I will die. Things are over, it is better to go back, it is better to go back!"

The faint voice floated in the wind and sand.

Zhao Tianfeng extinguished the idea of ​​looking for An Qisheng, and his figure flashed a few times and disappeared at the end of the horizon.

Among the military masters of this generation, there are those who dominate the world, those who establish sects, and those who rebuild the mountain gate. Only he has never stepped out of Mozhou in the past fifty years.

He has no desire to fight for hegemony, nor the wish to become a Taoist.

The only obsession was to go to the front of the Taoist Wang Quan, but now it seems that it is unnecessary.

It is better to go back.

"The Taoist Wang Quan is really generous to forge the divine weapons with the divine weapons of heaven and man and boundless thunder and fire!"

In Baiyue Villa, the Taoist Baiyue looked at the sky with a solemn expression.

He felt that after today, the biggest change in the world is coming.

Wang Quan Dao will become the uncrowned king of the entire Jiufu world, and there will be no more disputes.

There is a new behemoth on the courts of many major sects and various countries. Anyone who wants to resist will be crushed to pieces, whether it is an ordinary person or a great master of the divine vein.

At the same time, he had a more terrifying thought in his heart.

'The Taoist Wang Quan trapped all the divine weapons of heaven and man, if'

The thought flashed, and the Taoist Baiyue shook his head again.

Suppressing the divine weapons of heaven and man is not the same as refining them. The divine weapons are combined with the great fortune of heaven and earth. If you want to refine all of them, you almost have to fight against the martial arts of the eight great heavens with your own strength!

Even if Wang Quan Daoist achieves heaven and earth, he may not be able to do it.

Or, it is not necessary at all.

After today, the divine weapons of heaven and man will disappear. There will be no more opponents of Wang Quan Dao in the world. It is not wise to forcibly refine the divine weapons of heaven and man against the great fortune of heaven and earth.

"Amazing, such a thing was actually done by him!"

In the Great Dragon Gate, Yan Kuangtu was amazed.

He knew more than Baiyue Zhenren, because he had participated in the forging of Wang Quan Sword. Not only him, but also Yun Haitian, Wang Jianglong, and many great monks of Huangjue Temple were involved.

But even though he admired An Qisheng very much, Yan Kuangtu did not think that this matter could be accomplished. After all, it was a divine weapon of heaven and man.

Even until this moment, his heart was full of incredible.

Huhu~

On top of the towering bell tower at Zhengang Daoshan Gate, Tieshan sits cross-legged and chants Taoist songs.

At the moment when the Bagua furnace was formed, his complexion suddenly became excited, and his heart was surging and uncontrollable.

Over the past fifty years, under the guidance of An Qisheng and the huge resources of Wang Quan Dao, he had cultivated a divine vein that he had never dared to imagine. However, even though he was not as happy as he was on the day when the divine vein was achieved, Just in case.

He looked up at the sky and murmured in his heart: "King Quan Sword, Wang Quan Sword"

He still can't forget what he said calmly when he saw An Qisheng when he was in despair at the foot of Tianyu Peak.

Above the heads of all the kings in this world hangs a sword of royal power!

For this sentence, he never relaxed for a moment, just for this day.

Thunder clouds rolled in the sky, countless thunder snakes struck the Bagua stove, the heavenly and divine weapons inside were surging and impacting, and the sound of swords and swords clanking was endless.

Countless people in the world are either shocked, excited, jealous, resentful, or frightened.

At the top of King Quan Mountain, Li Ling knelt beside An Qisheng with a nervous expression, at a loss.

In this world, there are very few things that can make a military leader at a loss, and at this time, Li Ling encountered it.

"Taoist Master"

Feeling the almost imperceptible vitality and the aura of decay and decay in An Qisheng's body, she was filled with worry.

In the past fifty years, she has grown from a little female thief to what she is now, all because of An Qisheng's cultivation.

Not to mention anything else, if he hadn't given him the Dragon King Armor, how could he have become a soldier?

Seeing him like this now, I was naturally frightened and worried.

"Taoist Priest!"

A cry of surprise.

Gui Xiaoer, who had just helped Huang Fu to the back mountain, changed his expression. He let go of Huang Fu and stepped forward.

But Li Ling blocked him three feet away.

Huang Fu accidentally stumbled and almost fell down. Just as he was about to scold Gui Xiaoer, when he saw An Qisheng's appearance, his heart suddenly jumped:

"Taoist priest?"

He felt a thump in his heart and stepped forward.

Looking at An Qisheng's white hair and stooped body, deep worry appeared on his face: "How could this be happening, with a loss of energy and blood, and a serious injury to the mind?"

He was pacing back and forth, his expression changing.

After decades of career as the supervisor of Qintian, his vision is extremely broad, and he can naturally see An Qisheng's current state.

At this time, his energy, blood and spirit had all dropped to the bottom, as if the oil had run out and the lamp had dried up.

He didn't know how it happened, but he knew that it must be related to the collision in the sky at this moment.

Sure enough, even if it is a Taoist priest, it is not that easy to suppress the eight celestial weapons.

"Master Huang, what should we do?"

Li Ling looked worried.

"Nothing can be done."

Facing Li Linggui's waiter's gaze, Huang Fu shook his head slightly.

An Qisheng's body is so powerful that not even a cold dragon can compare with it. How can he cure such a body?

Not to mention him, calling in all the doctors from past to present will not help.

"We can only wait."

Gui Xiaoer looked solemn, glanced at Huang Fu and Li Ling, cupped his hands and said:

"I'm going to be on guard. At this time, no one should know about the Taoist Priest's status."

With that said, Gui Xiaoer was about to retreat.

At this time, An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes and said softly: "No need, I'm fine."

His eyes were still as deep as ever, and his voice didn't seem to have aged at all.

"Tao Master!"

"Taoist Priest! Are you okay?"

Seeing him speaking out, Huang Fu and the other two men immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The battle has not yet ended. If An Qisheng is defeated, it is difficult to say whether the human and divine weapons will fall that day and completely destroy Wangquan Mountain.

Although his current state was shocking, if he said it was okay, then it must be okay.

For a long time, he has always been omnipotent and able to do all the unimaginable things in the world.

"Nothing."

An Qisheng slowly raised his eyebrows, his neck groaning like an old machine.

He has mastered the method of dreaming and has been planning for fifty years. If he still narrowly escapes death, then he would be looking down upon him.

Decades ago, he achieved the Five Qi Dynasty and had already faintly touched the deep mysteries between the spirit and the body.

Just in case, he burned the true energy and blood lineage, and used the strongest divine will at that moment as a guide to drive the King Quan Sword. Only then was he able to completely suppress the eight divine weapons in the Sanshou style of the Bagua Furnace.

"Inform all disciples to return to the mountain."

An Qisheng ordered softly.

Li Ling's body trembled slightly, and he bowed and retreated. Over the decades, Wang Quan Dao has cultivated a group of faith eagles that are comparable to Dafeng's Golden Feathered Eagles, but are more common and consume less energy.

After a while, thousands of faith eagles took off from all over Wangquan Mountain and flew in all directions like arrows.

"Taoist priest?"

Huang Fu heard something in his words, and his expression darkened slightly.

His art of fortune-telling has not yet been perfected, but his simple physiognomy is no less than that of Han Changgong, so he can naturally see what Han Changgong saw.

Even at this time, An Qisheng's breath hit rock bottom, and he could see more clearly.

Thirty six months.

Thirty-six months later, today will be An Qisheng’s birthday!

He couldn't understand why An Qisheng, who was only 150 years old, died young, but he also felt sad. He knew that An Qisheng would have to make funeral arrangements next.

"There is no need to regret when things happen and things go wrong."

An Qisheng replied lightly, raising his hand and making a slight move.

Boom!

The air currents in the sky are surging, as mighty as the Milky Way flowing backwards.

In the interweaving of light and darkness, the shadow of the black and white Tai Chi diagram flashed past, and then the Bagua furnace that suppressed the eight heavenly soldiers fell like a meteor, pulling out a huge tail flame of unknown length.

Following the thunder clouds and the rolling sea of ​​thunder, they headed towards King Quan Mountain.

The sky changes accordingly.

Dark clouds gathered over Nanliang City, Ronghua Mansion, and even the entire Fengzhou, while the thunderclouds over other states in Dafeng slowly dissipated as Wang Quan Dao disciples stopped chanting Tai Chi songs. , revealing the clear sky.

boom!

A hundred feet high on the top of King Quan Mountain, among the intertwined black and white Tai Chi diagrams, the Bagua furnace buzzed and turned, like a huge whirlpool, attracting the baptism of thunder.

The royal sword cannot trigger thunder.

It was An Qisheng's 'god' who inspired countless thunders to come forward one after another.

Every thunderbolt struck down, even if it was guided by thousands of qi machines and endless war intentions, it acted on the heavenly and human weapons that were constantly impacting and impacting in the Bagua Furnace.

His divine will is also under tremendous pressure.

"Heavenly Weapons"

Huang Fu looked at this scene and muttered to himself.

Only a hundred feet apart, he could feel that with the beating of many thunders, the most terrifying flames in the world seemed to be coming out of the shadow of the Bagua furnace, constantly burning and refining the heavenly and human weapons inside.

This fire is not an ordinary fire, it is a strange flame born from the power of the Thunder, Electric Snake and Heavenly Soldiers, combined with the Bagua Furnace.

Use your own martial arts magic weapon as the furnace, use the thousands of Tao Qi machines and the borrowed Qi of the world's weapons as firewood, and use the collision force of the heavenly magic weapon and the thunder and electric snake as the fire.

The numbers were superimposed, and the current scene appeared.

He could feel the shadow of the Bagua furnace slowly shrinking and becoming more condensed as the sea of ​​thunder rolled and whipped.

Faintly, he could see the inscriptions and patterns slowly emerging on the illusory Bagua Furnace.

"Three years"

An Qisheng slowly lowered his eyes, his mind rising, and he was blessed in the Bagua furnace.

Promoting the evolution of the Bagua Furnace amid the churning sea of ​​thunder.

boom!

Boom!

On the top of King Quan Mountain, thunderclouds rolled violently, and in a blink of an eye, it was already three months later.

In the middle of March, all Wang Quan Dao disciples in many prefectures returned, and Shenmai Grandmasters such as Yun Haitian, Wang Jianglong, Yan Kuangtu, Yue Zhenren, etc. also came to Wang Quan Mountain.

boom!

As the last thunder struck down, the thundercloud that had lasted for three months and almost killed all mosquitoes, birds, and beasts within a radius of dozens of miles finally dispersed.

The long-lost light streamed down, shrouding An Qisheng, who was holding a Bagua furnace that had almost turned into substance.

"The King's Quan Sword is finally accomplished."

An Qisheng felt a joy in his heart.

It only took him three years to come to this world and become the best in the world, but it took him more than fifty years to get this royal sword. Counting the dream itself, it has been more than a hundred years!

The amount of mental effort required is unimaginable.

"call!"

He exhaled slowly and lowered his eyes.

The mountain behind is very peaceful and you can hear a needle drop.

But it wasn't that there was no one there. On the contrary, An Qisheng was three feet away, and the entire back hill was already filled with people. At a glance, it was dark like a sea of ​​people.

Among them, Han Changgong looked desolate, Yun Haitian looked complicated, Huang Fu showed reluctance, Zhenren Baiyue showed admiration, Yan Kuangtu showed regret, Jiang Tingting had tears in her eyes, Tieshan looked dejected, and Bai Xianer was about to cry. , Sun En was worried

And the only alternative fan people among them.

While everyone was waiting, Fan Zimin sat cross-legged, with a palm spread in front of him, using the tip of his tongue to touch ink, and kept writing and drawing on the paper, not knowing what he was recording.

His dull eyes swept over everyone one by one, including his friends, his disciples, and many disciples.

There are many, even seeing myself for the first time.

But he was extremely familiar with everyone.

"Brother Tao!"

Yun Haitian took a step forward and cupped his hands slightly.

"Brother Yun, there is no need to say more."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly and threw away the Bagua furnace he held in his palm.

Tieshan subconsciously stretched out his hand to take the Bagua Stove, and was slightly surprised when everyone looked at him:

"Taoist, what are you doing?"

At this time, almost all the disciples of Wang Quan Dao had gathered in Houshan, including the eight disciples of Wang Quan, including his direct disciples Jiang Tingting, Zhang Haohao, Yan Kaiyu, Liu Ming and others.

There seems to be no reason to give it to yourself.

"You and I agreed at the beginning that if the work is completed at this time, it will naturally be initiated by you."

An Qisheng stood up slowly and glanced at everyone present:

"The King's Power Sword is where my will lies. Every hundred years, someone will be chosen to pass it on to the world. Anyone who gets the King's Power Sword will be my disciple, the Eighth Prince of King's Power!

Among the eight sons, the one with the highest merit and deeds will bear my name and be the kingly Taoist in future generations! "

His voice was neither high nor low, but it rang in the hearts and ears of everyone present. It was extremely contagious and seemed to be deeply imprinted on everyone's hearts!

The King Quan Sword should be regarded as the eighth one, seven sons and one mother. The strong one commands the seven swords as the mother, and becomes the new generation of King Quan Taoist!

Everyone who heard the meaning of An Qisheng's words was shocked.

This is a matter of the future.

Is Taoist Wang Quan going to open the Gate of Heaven?

still

"I will obey the orders of my ancestor!"

In the back mountain, thousands of Wang Quan Dao disciples knelt down and kowtowed:

"From the disciples to the descendants of Wang Quan, we must remember the order of the ancestors!"

Millions of people responded in unison, the sound waves were mighty, as if stronger than thunder, and the air flow was howling.

When the voice disappeared, everyone looked up.

It seemed that An Qisheng was no longer there between heaven and earth.

Only a voice with a hint of melancholy in the calmness drifted with the wind: "Gentlemen, we will meet again in the future, and we hope to see each other one day!"

No one knew how he disappeared, even Yan Kuangtu, Sun En, and several other great masters of Taiyin Wuji in the crowd did not see him.

But they all had a clear understanding in their hearts at the same time:

This will be the last time they see An Qisheng.

Even if there are thousands of Wang Quan Taoists in the future, he will never be the same again

"Teacher! Teacher"

Jiang Tingting, Zhang Haohao, Yan Kaiyu, Liu Ming, Bai Xianer and other disciples slammed their heads to the ground, tears streaming down their cheeks, and infinite reluctance arose in their hearts.

"This is"

Yan Kaiyu bowed his head heavily and raised his head. His palm trembled and he suddenly pinched a foreign object.

He pinched it gently. The object was white and square. It looked like sheepskin, but it was actually a piece of human skin.

"Master's handwriting? Is this what Master left for me?"

Looking at the handwriting on the paper, Yan Kaiyu's heart trembled. He slowly opened the human skin scroll and saw eight big characters lined up on it, containing deep thoughts:

Three thousand years later, Xun Jian Zhengyang!

This volume is over. The next volume will explain some subsequent changes, and then there will be a new volume. So, there is no more today. This chapter has more than 5,000 words, and the previous chapter has more than 4,000 words. It's considered the third update of Gouzi. Big guys who see this, give two votes.