Great Dao Ji

Boom!

Thunder rumbled in the sky, and electric snakes were rampant.

Blood flowers bloomed in the mud and water, and the hot blood evaporated into the rain curtain, and waves of water vapor spread.

"Huh?!"

Taoist Juechen stopped suddenly, his face changed.

In his perception, an extremely strong breath suddenly rose from the edge of the mountain forest a thousand meters away.

This breath was like a mountain, like the sea, like the starry sky, like the sky, majestic and vast, and majestic to the point of being incredible.

He had never seen such a strong breath in his life.

Although this breath was fleeting, he would not think it was an illusion.

In an instant, his vigilance in his heart had reached the peak.

Who is this?

But before he could think about it, he had seen Tong Zhengyang falling into the mud and water like a torn cloth bag in the night through the layers of rain curtains.

? !

Taoist Juechen was shocked.

He had a lot of connections, and his disciples were spread across all walks of life. Naturally, he had obtained information about Tong Zhengyang at the first time.

He knew very well how powerful this mysterious man who suddenly appeared on Xuanxing was.

He tore tanks apart with his hands, chopped fighter jets with his sword, and survived after falling into the sea for several months. He destroyed the entire Bamboo Dragon Society alone and left calmly. Even if he had not suddenly broken his arm, he could have escaped unscathed!

He had come here on a life-or-death journey. Even if that man had broken his arm and was seriously injured, he had no confidence in winning.

But such a person was beaten to death in an instant!

Yes, beaten to death.

No one can survive with a body like this, even if this person's physique is better than that of a god.

"Is it him?!"

Taoist Juechen's eyes condensed, and his eyes looked through the heavy rain curtain at An Qisheng who was slowly getting up.

He was deeply impressed by this young man.

When they met for the first time, Mu Longcheng couldn't help but try to test him. When they met for the second time, he had realized the Tao in Wudang Mountain, and his kung fu had entered his marrow, and he had already seen the potential of Dan Realm.

When they met again this time, he seemed to be only a little stronger than before.

But the mysterious man died in his hands.

How did he do it?

Huh!

Inhale!

In the rain, An Qisheng slowly stood up and took a deep breath of Xuanxing's breath.

Entering the dream world, it was a snap of the fingernails.

Even for him, it was an extremely long time.

With a deep breath, he cut off the faint sense of alienation, and what filled his heart was a sense of depression.

The depression of heaven and earth.

This depression was so strong that he could feel that his divine will was tightly bound in his body and could not touch the outside world at all.

In an environment without a trace of spiritual energy from heaven and earth, his divine will caused great oppression on his body.

The mind and body are like the two ends of a scale. If one end falls, it will affect the other.

The mind, spirit, or soul cannot exist out of thin air. Just as people need to eat, the soul also needs support.

It's just that the soul of an ordinary person is enough to rely on the flesh, but his spirit is too strong and his body is not enough to support it.

Huh~

The air whistled in the rain, and Taoist Juechen arrived in front of the forest.

He first glanced at Tong Zhengyang, whose flesh and bones were turned into mud in the mud, and then his eyes fell on An Qisheng, with inquiry and thought:

"Friend An, we meet again."

"Master, it's been a long time since we last met."

An Qisheng bowed slightly.

For Taoist Juechen, it was only a few months, but for him, it was already a decade.

"Did you kill this man?"

The corner of Taoist Juechen's eye twitched. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have found it hard to believe that it was An Qisheng who did all this.

But there was no one around, only him and An Qisheng in the night, and there was no third person.

He had to believe it.

"I killed him."

An Qisheng glanced at Tong Zhengyang and nodded slightly.

This great fortune person who originally had the qualifications to be promoted to a celestial being in his original trajectory had completely lost his breath.

With one strike of the King's Sword, he was completely killed.

Taoist Juechen's eyes rippled as he looked at An Qisheng carefully.

An Qisheng stood calmly and let Taoist Juechen look at him.

His physique only had the power of transformation, but his divine will was far superior to Taoist Juechen's, so he was naturally not afraid of what he could see.

More importantly, with his divine will and the King's Sword, even if his physique was weak at this time, and he had no Qi channels and true Qi, Xuanxing could not threaten his existence.

Even a nuclear bomb.

He was invincible in this world, and was not afraid of anyone, any force, or even a country.

"Amazing"

Taoist Juechen retracted his eyes and could only sigh.

He could not see anything, but he could feel a little strange in his telepathy. The young man in front of him seemed to have undergone a huge change.

But he didn't know what kind of change it was, perhaps it was related to the target that the mysterious man was chasing frantically.

"This person was seriously injured and his arm was broken, and his internal injuries were quite serious. He was already at the end of his strength, but he just happened to run into him."

An Qisheng glanced at Tong Zhengyang in a pool of blood.

Tong Zhengyang thought he could steal the Wangquan Sword and escape the pursuit of Wangquan Dao and Huangjue Temple, but he didn't know that during this process, the water released by Wangquan Daoists of that generation was enough to fill up the lakes in the world.

After 3,300 years, he had no idea how strong Wangquan Dao was for 33 generations of Wangquan Daoists.

Once upon a time, there were only eight military masters in a thousand years.

In the past three thousand years, there were as many as two hundred military masters in Wangquan Dao, and the depth of their foundation was beyond the imagination of others.

"Even so, it is also very remarkable."

Juechen Taoist looked at An Qisheng deeply.

He naturally knew that An Qisheng had something to say, but he had no intention of getting to the bottom of it. Who doesn't have some secrets?

Without waiting for An Qisheng to speak, he shook his head and turned to walk into the rain:

"Let's go, let's go, the matter is over, let's leave this morning to avoid any trouble."

Come and go cleanly.

Several ups and downs disappeared in the rain.

An Qisheng glanced at the figure flashing in the distance and turned to leave.

He did not exclude people from the government, but he did not want to stay here. He came to answer one person at a time.

Not long after, Qinglong stepped over.

From a distance, he saw Tong Zhengyang, which looked like a puddle of mud on the ground.

His eyes condensed, and a huge wave of waves rose in his heart.

This mysterious man died just like this?

They made such a big scene but only caused him serious injuries. At this moment, he was beaten to death silently?

His mood was turbulent, and he couldn't describe his mood at the moment.

He had brought a micro-nuclear bomb, intending to perish with it, but he didn't expect that it was already over.

His body rose and fell several times, and he came closer, sweeping the cracked ground around him, and carefully looking at the mud-like corpse, and couldn't help muttering to himself:

"Is he really dead? Is it Taoist Juechen, or..."

He pursed his lips, and his expression was a little cold.

If it was Taoist Juechen, it would be easy to say.

If it was someone else

In Luncheng, the capital of the British Empire, the observation deck of Longcheng Building.

Mu Longcheng sat with his eyes closed, and clouds and mists lingered around him, like an immortal sitting in the clouds.

At a certain moment, he looked up as if he had sensed something, and opened his eyes as if he had felt something:

"It can make me feel the crisis"

At this moment, he felt the crisis coming from a very far away place.

This was not something he really felt physically, but his spirit sensed the fluctuations in the dark, reflecting his own premonition.

This is a further perception than the cicada's awareness of autumn before the wind blows.

"What will it be?"

Looking at the rising sun, ripples appeared in the depths of Mu Longcheng's eyes.

Is that 'alien' really so powerful?

Or are there other changes?

His mind moved, and soon, the elevator had risen, and the white beauty called respectfully: "BOSS, do you have any instructions?"

"Has Porter sent back any news?"

Mu Longcheng asked lightly.

The white beauty was slightly stunned, and then replied: "Chief Porter sent back a message that he was seriously injured, and it has been reported before"

Mu Longcheng slowly closed his eyes and said lightly:

"Contact Porter and ask him to send someone to the border of Xuan Country"

"Yes."

The white beauty responded respectfully and turned to walk into the elevator.

Huhu~

In a small courtyard of a private house somewhere in Tai Country, Su Jie was practicing boxing, and the sound of breaking through the air was endless.

He got up before the night faded.

Since he started practicing martial arts, he has been addicted to it, and he never misses any free time every day, and he rarely sleeps.

Practicing martial arts in the early morning is just basic operation for him.

"Your fist has no spirit"

Potter slowly walked into the yard with a clear and loud voice.

His injuries were still very serious, but he was walking normally, but Su Jie could smell the bloody smell coming from his mouth and nose, which was a sign that his internal organs had not been healed and he could not control his qi and blood.

"No God in the boxing?"

Su Jie's heart moved, but he did not stop. Instead, he finished this set of boxing slowly and then slowly stopped:

"Coach, your injury is not healed, go and rest."

"Your boxing is relaxed and well-professional, and you have reached a certain level, but there is no God in the boxing, which is not worthy of being in the hall of elegance."

Porter talked freely:

"No God in the boxing is like a dragon without eyes, ink splashing without heart, and a brush without bones. It looks good but is useless. For real experts, it is just a joke."

Porter spoke in a clear and round voice with ups and downs, which was very contagious.

Su Jie listened and admired him secretly. Not to mention martial arts, just talking about the great mystery, Porter has surpassed 99% of the great mystery people.

"Then coach, what is God?"

Su Jie asked.

"The God in the boxing?"

Porter was about to speak, but his heart seemed to be moved. He looked up to the north in an instant, and his face was moved.

"Coach?"

Su Jie followed his gaze and saw nothing, and was a little surprised.

"He, he's dead"

Porter's body shook slightly, and the bloody smell on his body suddenly became much stronger, but his heart was agitated for a while, and his blood and qi almost lost control.

"Coach!"

Su Jie hurried forward to support him, and was also surprised: "Who's dead?"

Since he met Porter, he has always been calm, even if he was seriously injured, he never changed his color, but now his mood was so fluctuating.

What did he see?

"Incredible, incredible, what can kill him?"

Porter looked into the night and murmured:

"What can kill God?"

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