Great Dao Ji

The observation deck was completely silent, and there was tension among the ordinary.

Many senior members of the Begging Society and the responsible persons stationed in various places held their breath and did not dare to disturb the conversation between the two leaders.

"The only one who can kill God is God, and that person is no longer a human being."

Porter looked at Yan Changsha.

This proud man of heaven who is a mixed blood of mysticism and magic has already shown his invulnerability at the age of thirty. He is the first genius of the Qi Dao Society in the past three hundred years.

Although he and Mu Longcheng did not have the title of master and apprentice, their kung fu was both taught by Mu Longcheng.

In name only, he is the Begging Society and the sole heir of Longcheng Group.

"well!"

Yan Changsha sighed softly.

His voice had a powerful appeal, and when he sighed softly, the hearts of all the masters of the Begging Society around him felt heavy for a moment.

"Daxuan has a long history and is the foundation of various martial arts. However, there are too many mysterious and mysterious things in it. It can be learned, but it cannot be studied deeply."

Yan Changsha looked at Porter, the instructor who had trained him when he was young, and shook his head:

"Instructor Potter, you are too possessed by the devil. Where can there be gods in this world? They are just powerful people."

“Man has his limits, but God does not.”

Potter also shook his head, with a ripple in his blue eyes: "If the weirdness in the Xiya Mountains was suppressed by him, do you still think so?"

Things in the Xiya Mountains are a secret only to ordinary people.

It is no secret at all to the plutocrats and powerful forces in various countries.

"Are you talking about the loss of the Xiya Mountains?"

Yan Changsha tapped his fingers on the table and felt that the generation gap between himself and Potter was too deep. This blue-eyed white man looked more like a Xuan Kingdom person than he, who was of Xuan Kingdom blood.

Moreover, the mud is deep.

"Compared to rumors, I believe more that it was a virus researched by a certain country that was leaked, causing widespread infection. I think they are more of the walking dead than zombies."

Yan Changsha said something, not bothering to discuss such a stupid topic with Porter, and instead said:

"Instructor Potter, I received the death letter you sent. Do you have anything else to do?"

"It's not enough to say anything, just half a sentence."

Potter said no more, turned around and left.

The others looked at Yan Changsha with twinkling eyes.

Yan Changsha knocked on the table and let Porter leave with a smile.

The Begging Society is not a strict organization. It is not easy to join, but it is easy to leave without interference.

What's more, Potter is the chief instructor of the Begging Society, and there are many people who have been trained by him, which has a great influence.

"leader."

It wasn't until Porter's footsteps could no longer be heard that a white man with blond hair and blue eyes in a crisp suit stood on Yan Changsha's left hand and spoke:

"What are you going to do next?"

"wait."

Yan Changsha straightened up, and the smile on his face gradually faded:

"Waiting for the 'god' that Potter talked about!"

On the viewing platform, many masters of the Begging Society were shocked.

They are all masters who have been practicing for decades, the elites among the elites. Of course they don’t believe what Potter says. However, it is an indisputable fact that that man defeated Mu Longcheng. No one dares to be small-minded about such an existence. watch for.

Including Yan Changsha.

How high the prestige of Mulong City once was, how terrifying the enemy was.

Mu Longcheng was originally in the Begging Society.

is a leader,

It's a dragon!

For this trip, An Qisheng chose a tanker instead of a plane.

He has never been against tools. If the tools are useful, he will use them. If the tools are not useful, he will consider other things. He doesn't care about any external objects.

If you take a gun and make a plane, the Tao is not pure.

Such a way is too fragile.

After thousands of sails, the original intention remains unchanged, and after seeing the world of mortals, this ambition remains the same. This is the person who seeks the Tao.

On the deck of the oil tanker, An Qisheng stood facing the wind, with a natural figure, as if he was blending into the sea breeze, incomparably harmonious.

In the distance, a black line appeared at the end, and land was coming.

"Things are different."

An Qisheng felt slightly.

The East is reserved, the West is unrestrained, and the magnetic field between heaven and earth seems to have been transformed by the humanistic atmosphere.

"Oh? Here we go again? There are a lot of people in this world who are not afraid of death."

Raising his eyebrows slightly, An Qisheng's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness.

With a movement of his body, he jumped down from the deck.

After Mu Longcheng's death, the Longcheng Group issued a reward for Yu Anqisheng in the underground world, with an amount of up to 1.8 billion black coins, which naturally attracted the attention of countless desperadoes.

Daxuan is a restricted area for mercenaries, and no mercenary group dares to challenge the Eastern Dragon, which is the world's number one land warfare force.

But when An Qisheng stepped abroad, mercenaries from various countries had already learned about him.

I don't know how many were tracked and ambushed along the way, but most of them sank into the sea quietly.

"Oh! Someone jumped into the sea!"

"Oh my God! He's still from Xuan Kingdom!"

An Qisheng's actions were not concealed, which naturally attracted exclamations of surprise.

Many foreigners lay on the railings and looked down. They saw An Qi born in the sea breeze, landing on the sea and walking through the water.

It caused a commotion for a while.

Huhu~~~

The water rippled and turned upside down on both sides. An Qisheng stepped into it, like a speedboat riding the wind and waves, at extremely fast speeds.

The exclamations on the tanker were quickly thrown behind him.

Hua Jin can barely reach his knees in water. How much stronger is his physical strength than Hua Jin?

After more than a month of practice in the snowy mountains, his physical strength has improved greatly. Among the gods, no one can compare with him. Running on water is naturally the way it should be.

"Um?!"

Almost at the same time that An Qisheng was walking on the sea, high above the clouds, on a helicopter, a big black man let go of the transmitter and picked up the walkie-talkie:

"Target, target is running on the sea, running on the sea! How did he run? How do I know how he ran?"

Bang!

As he was talking, an unknown seabird bumped into him.

His body trembled and he quickly controlled the direction. Before he could even say the curse in his mouth, he saw an overwhelming sea of ​​seabirds rushing toward him in front of him.

"Oh no!"

There was a scream, and a large number of seabirds roared past.

The helicopter swirled, trailing long plumes of smoke as it plunged into the sea.

Among the waves, An Qisheng glanced lightly.

Sitting in the snow-capped mountains for a month, he gained not only a physical transformation, but also a spiritual development.

The condensation of Qizhong is only secondary to the improvement of his own strength. More importantly, he has been able to communicate with the magnetic field of heaven and earth with his own magnetic field, although he cannot burn mountains and boil seas like Jiufujie.

But it has been able to convey some simple information. Buddhism has a heart-to-heart relationship. That's it. It is naturally easier to control birds and beasts than to control humans.

After just a brief glance, he ignored it and ran towards the land. His speed was very fast, but there was no trace of embarrassment in his movements. As he stepped between the waves, the sea breeze blew.

The whole person looked as if he were a fairy.

Not long after, he had already stepped onto the land.

Some people who wanted to stop him couldn't stop him at all. They could only watch him disappear from sight, and after a while they hurriedly notified others.

Longcheng Group is located in Luncheng, where the sun never sets.

The headquarters of the Begging Society is not in the country where the sun never sets.

Because Mu Longcheng didn't attach much importance to the Begging Society and only used it as a tool.

The person who actually presided over the Begging Association was Yan Changsha.

An Qisheng naturally knows this.

As soon as he entered the land, An Qisheng saw the strength of the Begging Society and truly realized why the Begging Society was defined as a terrorist organization in many countries.

boom!

boom!

On a plain, cannonballs pulled long tail flames across the sky, intertwining with each other like a net, covering the place where An Qisheng was.

"So simple?"

Several tall mercenaries in the distance were slightly startled.

The target with a bounty of 1.8 billion black coins was killed just like that?

There was only one person whose pupils shrank.

But among the smoke and dust and the splashing of earth and rocks, there was no sign of An Qisheng at all!

"not good!"

There were warning signs in his mind.

I saw the wind howling in the distance and a white shadow stepping towards me.

There are no words to describe his speed.

Before the words came out of his mouth, he felt a pain in his neck. He flew up and his neck was broken.

Three landing sounds merged into one.

An Qisheng drifted away, and the three corpses behind him twitched several times like decapitated snakes before losing their breath.

This was already the dozen or so ambushes An Qisheng had encountered along the way.

But so far, all I have encountered are mercenaries.

But I didn't see any real masters of the Begging Society.

But An Qisheng didn't care. He raised his eyebrows and looked into the distance. Faintly, the world-famous iron tower seemed to appear in his eyes.

And the breath above it.

"Dead, dead again?"

On the observation deck of the tall iron tower, a beautiful white woman was holding a mobile phone with a trembling hand.

She raised her head and looked at Yan Changsha: "Leader, this person, this person, traveled 350 kilometers in more than an hour and killed 17 top mercenary groups!

he,

We are almost entering Bacheng! "

The expressions of other people also changed, and they were secretly frightened.

Even though he knew that the person coming was tyrannical, it was still a bit shocking to hear it.

You know, those who dared to accept the bounty were not ordinary people. They were killed so easily without even blocking the road.

"Leader? How to deal with it?"

Some people couldn't help but speak out.

It's really frustrating to just wait for someone to knock on the door.

"Whether he is sitting astride holding the pill or meeting the gods, his physical strength is limited. Running and fighting all the way, he has no chance to rest. Even if he hits the door, he should be at the end of his strength!"

An old man wearing a mysterious coat held a bag of dry cigarettes in his mouth. After taking two puffs, he knocked the cigarette bag against the corner of the table:

"Decades ago, what if two masters of the Alchemy Realm came with two Gods of Vision? Didn't they fall into our hands? This person will be no exception."

"That's what you always said."

A young man came over with a smile and lit a cigarette for the old man.

The other people had different expressions. No one dared to be careless. They were all watching, urging the white beauty to report the situation.

call

At a certain moment, Yan Changsha raised his head as if aware of something, and a dignified look appeared in his deep eyes.

A crisis was felt.

This was the first time since becoming a god that he felt such a strong crisis. Even if the private plane he was riding in was shot down by the Golden Eagle Kingdom last time, there was no such crisis.

"He's here!"

Chapter three arrives. Good night everyone.