Great Dao Ji

He's coming!

In fact, Yan Changsha didn't need to speak.

Almost the moment Yan Changsha raised his eyebrows, dozens of masters of the Beggars' Association all changed their expressions and felt the crisis.

Like a cat being stared at by a beast, the hair on his body suddenly exploded, and he had goose bumps visible to the naked eye.

For a moment, it seemed as if winter had arrived, with heavy snow, and his body and soul were chilled to the bone.

"What a heavy snowstorm!"

Yan Changsha's eyelids twitched.

"This is!"

The old man holding the pipe froze for a moment, and a trace of shock appeared in his eyes:

"The wind and snow are accompanied, and the Dragon King is coming!"

This is of course not the real snowstorm, but for them, it is no different from the real thing!

It can be seen how powerful the spiritual cultivation of the person who came is.

You know, he has not come close yet, but he has already made them feel so oppressive and in danger.

This is incredible.

"The leader didn't have such a realm back then!"

A middle-aged black man stood up suddenly, his dark face full of shock.

He was as tall as Potter, more than two meters tall, and more sturdy and strong. When he stood up, he looked like an old bear that had become a spirit, and his arms were thicker than other people's thighs.

But at this time, he was also trembling, and goose bumps were lying on his skin like broad beans.

Obviously, he was greatly stimulated.

Among the people present, only the white beauty did not feel anything at this time because of her shallow kung fu, but she was a little confused when she saw that everyone was facing a great enemy and talking about wind and snow.

There is no scorching heat in summer and no severe cold in winter in Bacheng, and there is little wind and snow. Moreover, the sun is hanging high at this time, where does the wind and snow come from?

"No wonder, no wonder"

The expression of the old man with the pipe changed several times, muttering to himself.

Mulong City is like a god and devil in the world, and the person who can kill him is indeed not an ordinary person.

"Such a person is rare in ancient and modern times, no wonder Potter thinks he is not a human"

Yan Changsha looked serious and sighed slightly.

His spiritual cultivation was extremely high, and his perception was stronger than everyone else's. In the dark, he seemed to 'see' An Qisheng entering Bacheng.

Its vitality magnetic field seemed to be in perfect harmony with the entire city, without any sense of disobedience.

In Taoism, this is called the unity of man and nature.

Seeing that the divine warrior can already keep his vitality frequency in harmony with the surrounding environment, the place where he is is the eye of the Feng Shui formation. However, such a spirit cannot be maintained all the time, and no one can bear such consumption.

But this person seems to be able to.

"Leader, we can't wait."

Some people can't sit still.

"Wait a little longer."

Yan Changsha took a deep breath and said slowly: "There is no god in this world. Mu Longcheng is not, I am not, and he will not be! People all have weaknesses and limits."

Bacheng has a population of tens of millions. It is an international metropolis, a country's political, economic, scientific, cultural, and fashion center, and there are many historical traces, attracting people from all over the world to travel and settle.

Different customs, cultures, and habits collide and settle in this city, brewing its unique style.

An Qisheng paced in the meantime, feeling the humanistic atmosphere that was different from Daxuan in his mind.

With his spiritual practice to this point, his thoughts and feelings are different from those of ordinary people. Ordinary people look at people, look at their facial features, figure, and temperament, while he looks at the years and the essence.

Just like on this street, many tourists are playing and sighing at the style of Bacheng.

Where An Qisheng's eyes fell, he could see the vicissitudes of time, the joy and happiness, sorrow and pain of this city.

This is practice and precipitation.

As he paced in the meantime, people came and went, and the traffic was endless. It seemed that the killing of the Beggars' Association had all retreated.

An Qisheng also seemed to be indifferent.

Not long after, he seemed to be aware of something, and his eyes swept over, and finally fell on the end of the long street, a thin old man who was inconspicuous in the crowd.

The old man was wearing canvas clothes, with naturally curly hair tied into long braids, a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, and dark skin.

He walked step by step, carrying the trident symbolizing Lord Shiva, chanting desolate and ancient scriptures.

And the strange thing is that he walked and sang, but he did not affect the pedestrians around him at all, and it seemed that no one noticed him at all.

He looked unremarkable, but in fact he seemed to be one with the world.

This is a great enlightened person, with a breath like a mountain and a sea, and a very high spiritual practice.

As if he noticed An Qisheng's gaze, the old man slowly stopped, and a glimmer of light appeared in his deep eye sockets.

He looked at An Qisheng at the end of the long street.

"Garuda?"

Although it was a question, An Qisheng's tone was affirmative.

This thin old man was the contemporary holy Garuda of the Three Indians.

This person, who was once the lowest pariah in the caste system, has also achieved the highest achievement in yoga, and is the most sacred person in the world of the Three Indians.

"Your essence and blood are perfect, flawless, full of vitality and energy, but you are not as young as you look."

Garuda uttered a slightly hoarse and low-pitched Great Mysterious Language, with a hint of light in his eyes:

"I see years and antiquity in you. Your soul is like a towering holy mountain, holy and majestic, like the sky, vast and unfathomable. Is this the realm of Brahman and Atman as one?"

In the Three Indians, Brahma is the creator, the founder, and the supreme god. All practitioners of the Three Indians regard "Brahman and Atman as one" as their lifelong pursuit.

The unity of ‘self’ and ‘Brahma’ is complete liberation, the supreme realm.

“It is rare to practice yoga to your level.”

An Qisheng’s eyes flashed:

“It is a pity to kill him like this.”

This Garuda looks inconspicuous, but under his skinny body, he contains a vigorous vitality like a volcano. His physique is not as good as that of the Taoist Juechen, but his vitality is hidden.

Any god is a great man, and this Garuda is a rare talent who has mastered yoga.

It is a pity to kill him like this.

"Yan Changsha offered 1.8 billion and asked me to kill you."

Jialuolou listened to An Qisheng's words, but did not get angry, just sighed lightly:

"I underestimated you too much. If I had known you were at this level, I would not have accepted this task. This is an insult to you."

"The son sells his father's land without feeling sorry. The Beggars' Association is really rich."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly and looked at Jialuo:

"It seems that you still want to make a move. In this case, I will take your move."

"One move is enough."

Jialuo nodded.

He stood loosely and said lightly:

"Make a move."

"Okay!"

The moment the voice came out, a violent wind suddenly blew on the long street.

The long street was crowded with people and cars, but no one knew what happened. Even the Beggars' Association gunman who set up a sniper rifle on a high-rise building far away only felt a flash in front of his eyes.

The Jialuo had crossed the long street, flashed through the crowd, and came to An Qisheng!

At this time, the person who appeared in An Qisheng's eyes was no longer the skinny old man, but became tall and big.

The originally skinny body shell swelled up like blowing air. The original height of 1.67 meters was now expanded to about 2 meters. The wrinkled membrane all over the body was now supported by the blue-black veins!

Not only tall, but also burly.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the muscles under his ribs spread horizontally, like a two-meter-tall bird, suddenly spreading its wings at this moment!

Garuda.

It was originally a giant bird that feeds on dragons and snakes in the mythology of the Three Indians!

At this time, this Garuda stepped, whistled, and spread his ribs, just like the giant bird in the myth appeared in the world, spreading his wings, wanting to fight dragons and snakes!

The blue-black veins on his palms jumped, making a sound like beating drums, and his five fingers were as thick as carrots.

With this slap, the surging airflow has blown the pedestrians nearby to the ground, and they cried out in surprise.

At this moment.

Garuda burst out all his vitality, his feet stepped like an elephant, the muscles on his back bulged like a tortoise, his ribs were like wings, and his abdomen rolled like thunder

All the tendons and muscle fibers in his body were in operation at this moment, bursting out all his strength!

This slap was enough to tear an elephant apart and smash steel!

Bang!

Only when he made the first move, the air would explode and roll.

"The power of seeing the limit of God, the pure explosive power to the extreme"

Facing this slap, An Qisheng couldn't help but show a touch of admiration in his eyes, and then he sighed softly:

"Unfortunately, I am no longer seeing God!"

The sound of the soft sigh seemed to sound directly in Garuda's heart, ignoring everything.

His heart was shocked.

Then he saw a palm.

A palm that seemed to be gentle, but in fact extremely arrogant, occupied and squeezed all his sight.

This palm is white and crystal, like a beautiful jade, clear and translucent, you can see the blood flowing in it, and the muscles and bones are clearly visible.

Bang!

It's like a thunder fell from the sky, like a cannonball exploded!

The crowd on the long street was thrown to the ground, and countless vehicles braked. If it weren't for the serious traffic jam on this street, a major car accident would have happened.

Even so, many drivers were still in shock and got out of the car, thinking that they had a flat tire.

The two palms collided!

The huge force acted on the two people at the same time.

Garuda's eyes widened, and visible ripples spread from his arms, from his arms, to his shoulders, to his waist and abdomen, and even waves were rippling!

"There is such violence in the world"

Garuda's eyes turned red.

The powerful body control that he was proud of seemed to change hands at this time, and all the muscles, bones and membranes were out of control, and the joints of the body made a "clicking" groaning sound.

Something that had never happened since he started practicing yoga happened.

He was hit and flew off the ground!

He was prepared and attacked first!

Bang!

Garuda flew upside down into the sky, rolled several times, and lost control of his body and fell heavily to the ground, hitting the ground with his head.

He smashed a big hole in the ground!

Chapter 1 is here.