Great Dao Ji

The five-color brilliance intertwined, sealing the sky and the earth, and the substantial aura covered the four fields.

There was also a vast and magnificent mind coming from all directions, suppressing him with the most violent attitude.

No place to run, no place to hide.

Under the giant palm, the bones all over Yixie Taoist's body clicked, and fine lines spread all over his body instantly.

The Yixie Dao is different from the Yuanshen cultivated by other sects.

Its root lies in the seventy-two great laws. If one great law is completed, it will be added with a magical power. If the seventy-two great laws are completed, it will possess the seventy-two supernatural powers. It can also be regarded as the ultimate combat power among the real Yuanshen.

However, in the battle to destroy the evil path, his seven-emotion demons, extremely evil wood demons, five-yin skeleton demons and other heretical supernatural powers were all destroyed, and the demon-refining corpse demon was beaten to half ashes. The only white-bone human demon that was not damaged also did The sustenance of his soul.

Even though he was pregnant with a rare treasure, there was nothing he could do at this moment. He could only watch helplessly as the huge palm shattered the shadow of the altar.

Falling with a crash.

"Gonna die again"

The Yixie Taoist felt endless unwillingness in his heart.

After struggling for so many years to get a chance to be resurrected, was he going to die as soon as he was born?

Doesn’t this just echo what Tianji Taoist said?

Is fate really irreversible?

boom!

The earth shook, the mountains shook, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

The giant palm was about ten feet away from the ground and suddenly withdrew its strength. The aftermath shook the earth and shattered the entire frame of Master Yixie. In his astonishment, he held him in his palm.

Huhu~

The sky lit up fish belly white.

Among the ruins, the yellow dog's belly was round after eating, and it looked up to the sky and gasped in discomfort. The monsters and ghosts were delicious, but difficult to digest.

An Qisheng slowly landed on the ground, and with a flick of his sleeves, the earth veins in the mountains hummed, calming down the boiling and rolling air waves.

"Woo~"

The yellow dog turned over with difficulty and staggered over.

"Don't eat randomly."

An Qisheng glanced at it and shook his head.

Its physique has been refined over and over again, coupled with its deliberate cultivation, and it has surpassed ordinary demons. Its claws are not only sharp but also capable of destroying evil.

A year ago, Sun Qi was no match for it. There were not many powerful demons among them, so naturally they couldn't hurt it.

It's just that he wasn't injured, but he almost pushed himself to death.

It can only be said that even with the strength, it is still difficult to get rid of the canine habits in the mind.

"master"

The yellow dog burped pitifully, and Yin Qi spurted out from his nostrils.

"You."

An Qisheng flicked it casually.

Bang!

The yellow dog fell onto its back again, opening its mouth and spitting out streams of black smoke.

A ghostly face emerged from the black smoke and howled ferociously.

An Qisheng squeezed it casually, and the wailing black smoke was held in his palm again. These demons and ghosts were of no great use. Their nature was twisted, full of madness, and they could not even communicate.

However, it also has some uses.

The yellow dog seemed to be alive now, showing a hint of comfort in a humane way:

"I won't be like this anymore."

An Qisheng was too lazy to pay attention to this stupid bitch. His heart moved when a skeleton fell from the sky and landed in front of him.

From a distance, this white bone looks exactly like the white bone human demon, but if you look closely, you can see that this is not a pure white bone.

Within every inch of the white bones, there are countless dense blood-red lines interspersed among the bones.

Because of these blood-red lines, the white bones were full of cracks at this time, but they still did not fall apart.

Phew~

The yellow dog turned over and jumped up, but he had forgotten the previous lesson. Looking at the white bones, his saliva flowed down.

It took a step, felt An Qisheng's eyes, and immediately fell to the ground:

"Old, sir, I, my teeth are itchy."

Dogs can't change eating shit.

An Qisheng shook his head in his heart, but he also knew it.

This is because he has trained the dog's blood many times, causing its muscles and bones to grow too fast. It unconsciously wants to grind its teeth, but it is not really a glutton for bones.

Amidst the rattling sound, Taoist Yixie couldn't get up even though he moved several times. He simply gave up the struggle and said coldly:

"Who are you?"

If he loses, he loses. It's not that he can't afford to lose, but he is unwilling to accept it. This person has neither the aura of incense nor the aura of Tao, Buddha, demon, ghost, or evil. How can he be so tyrannical?

Yes, forceful.

He knew very well that this person did not have the pure Yang Qi burning like thunder and fire, let alone the perfect light of Yuan Shen's achievement.

No matter which path he cultivates, he is at most a real person who has developed supernatural powers.

But he himself, even though he is so weak at this time, is still a soul. The real person who can take him down is more than just a tyrant?

"The Lord of Netherworld is gone, so you probably don't have the chance to sue me in Netherworld."

An Qisheng said lightly, then stretched out his hand, ripples appeared in the air, and bursts of evil energy rolled out.

An Qisheng held a small, simple and mottled altar in his hand.

"you!"

The Yixie Taoist struggled wildly and roared: "Give it back to me! Give me the altar back quickly!"

He roared angrily, fear emerging in his heart for the first time.

This altar was an adventure he got when he was young. After practicing, he immediately refined it into his destiny. Even if he is also a real soul, no one can steal it without his consent. Walk this altar.

But at this time, he felt his life being cut apart.

This white-clothed Taoist, by some unknown means, severed the connection between his life and this altar!

"Can the soul also be afraid?"

An Qisheng held the ancient altar, glanced at the strange evil man with indifferent eyes, and then suppressed his huge mind, sealing his soul in the white bone demon:

"Slowly savor the fear."

Any of the 72 great methods of the strange evil way requires a large amount of human and animal essence, blood and soul as nourishment.

The white skeleton he met before, who used the magic incense to lure the villagers, was already a smooth move. The white bone demon was first sacrificed alive by his father, and then swallowed the blood, essence and soul of hundreds of people.

This strange evil man has cultivated 72 evil methods!

The number of people and animals who died in his hands is more than tens of millions?

Naturally, it is not so easy to let him go.

"Master, what are you holding in your hand?"

The yellow dog's tail stood up again.

"A unique and strange thing."

An Qisheng looked at the mini altar in his hand.

This altar is not much different from the altar in the underground palace, except for a slight difference: the patterns on this mini altar are more natural and mysterious.

As his eyes drooped, information about the altar also emerged in his mind:

[Consume 10,000 points of Taoism]

[One of the Exchange Scales (also known as the Altar of All Wishes), level, five-star treasure]

[From the Diyou Realm of the Savage World, it is created by the Starry Sky Tower Master by absorbing the laws of heaven and earth, and thrown into an unknown place to locate and explore the world outside the universe. One of the treasures of the Starry Sky Tower Master’s positioning]

[Ability 1: Exchange, take a penny and return a penny, sacrifice various items, and get responses from other exchange scales in exchange for things outside the universe, and it will change according to the laws of the realm where it is located and converge with the laws of this world]

[Ability 2: Positioning, where the anchor point is is where I am, and one day, its master will reach it]

[Evaluation: This is one of the treasures created by the great power rooted in the law of universe exchange]

10,000 points of Taoism!

This is the treasure that consumes the most Taoism that An Qisheng encountered after opening the Daoyitu!

Just to find out its information, it actually consumed a full 10,000 Dao Power!

"Five-star?"

An Qisheng was shocked, but at this time, he finally caught a little.

Five-star?

What does this star rating mean?

Who gave the star rating?

If I remember correctly, the King's Sword he forged seemed to be only one-star, and it was eight King's Swords combined into one.

[The origin of the star rating is too ancient and it is no longer known, or it can be known by finding other Daoyitu fragments]

[The owner of the picture has never asked, so it has never been displayed]

Daoyitu responded.

An Qisheng frowned slightly.

This Daoyitu may be too broken, and it is so dull that it is not even one-tenth as agile as the King's Sword. Any information can only be obtained by asking. If you don't ask, there has never been a hint of reminder.

Just like this star rating, he had already caught a glimpse of it when he just got Daoyitu.

But, he didn't care at that time.

Later, after entering the Jiufu Realm, I did not use the Daoyi Diagram to spy on other star-rated ones.

Now it seems that the star rating standard is too high.

Take the Wangquan Sword as an example. The Wangquan Sword was created by Wangquan Taoist Jiazi's practice. The eight swords combined into one can cut the gods. It is not like the gods' divine weapons, which are close to the gods.

If so, the gods should only be one star?

"What is the star rating based on? Combat power? Or something else?"

An Qisheng was even more confused.

Different worlds have completely different cultivation systems and different combat power performances. Theoretically, it is impossible to divide them equally.

[Daoji]

The Daoyi Diagram glowed, and the text changed again:

[Those who have forged the Daoji are also one star without any weapons. If there is no Daoji, moving mountains and filling the sea will not be one star]

Listening to the response given by Daoyi Diagram, An Qisheng still frowned.

The two words Daoji contain too many meanings.

Is it a hundred-day foundation?

Return to the original innate?

Or is it to see the true nature of the mind?

Or, is it all included?

Knowing the star classification, An Qisheng checked himself through the Daoyitu:

[An Qisheng (the master of Daoyitu)]

[Life span: 24/495 (Xuanxing)]

[Specialty: Dreaming for thousands of years (one-star unique skill) Tai Chi Sanshou (one-star Daowu) Tai Chi Daoti Twenty-four Body Gods (one-star Daowu)]

[Treasure: Wangquan Sword (one eighth)]

[Life trajectory: unpredictable]

[Dao power: 630,000 points]

[Evaluation: Five Qis converging to the origin, three flowers gathering at the top, Dao foundation forged, one star]

As expected by An Qisheng, he himself did not cross the one-star category.

And then he took another look at the lying Yixie Taoist. This great master who had forged the Yuanshen for many years was only one star in the evaluation of Daoyitu.

As for the yellow dog, it was natural that he did not meet the evaluation standards.

An Qisheng closed his eyes, silently recited the names in his mind, and placed all the people who had come to this world and explored it into the star system one by one.

But he found that the star rating really had nothing to do with combat power, and the evaluation criteria were very strange.

Unfortunately, perhaps because the Daoyi map was too broken, the star rating division was also half-understood, and the information was very scattered.

He didn't even know whether the end of this star rating was ten stars, a hundred stars, or more.

If he wanted to know more, perhaps he could only find other fragments of the Daoyi map.

But, the fragment of the Huangtian Realm.

If he guessed correctly, it was probably the "Book of Life and Death" that the Lord of the Netherworld used to determine reincarnation and life and death.

Although the Lord of the Netherworld was not here at this time, it was not easy to get it.

Huh~

An Qisheng tried one by one for a long time, until the sky gradually brightened, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

The morning light broke, and the sun rose.

Not far away, dozens of villagers supported the old village chief, walking towards him with trepidation and complexity.

The yellow dog lay lazily on the ground, glancing at the evil Taoist priest who looked like a skeleton from time to time, and drooling a lot.

"Thank you, Taoist priest, for eliminating this demon for us!"

A group of villagers came up, knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed.

The yellow dog looked at the villagers with disdain, then lowered his head and licked his paws.

One bow,

Two bows,

Three bows,

The villagers kowtowed until they were dizzy, but An Qisheng still didn't say a word.

It was the old village chief who couldn't stand it anymore and said respectfully:

"Master, we are here to ask you for something, but it's a little rude."

An Qisheng's eyes were dim, and he knew the thoughts of these villagers very well. Hearing this, he said lightly:

"Since you know it's rude, there's no need to say it."

Uh~

The old village chief's face froze, and he suddenly fell to the ground and cried:

"Master, you are an immortal, you are an immortal high above, and we are just ants in the ground, please help us, help us"

When he cried, all the other villagers burst into tears.

Most of the people here were village women, and when they cried at this time, it was really no less than the howling of ghosts and wolves. A tiger in the distance was scared and fled in embarrassment.

But An Qisheng remained unmoved, but his eyes became more and more indifferent.

Finally, someone couldn't hold back any longer. A village woman stood up suddenly and cried to An Qisheng:

"You! You killed the mountain god. You, you must help us!"

The other villagers also shouted. It seemed that An Qisheng's silence gave them confidence. They even forgot that the 'mountain god' they had always worshipped was captured by this Taoist in white.

Roar~

The yellow dog couldn't help but growl.

The roar like thunder frightened the villagers, and they fell to the ground one by one, making a mess.

After a long while, the old village chief got up with the help of the villagers.

He glanced at the cracked skeleton, tears streaming down his face:

"Master, we have lived here for a long time and have lost the ability to survive outside. If you kill the God of Killing, you are killing us! If you don't help us, we will die sooner or later.

Instead of being eaten by wild beasts and starving to death, why don't you kill all 2,000 people in Hidden Mist Village now!"

"Kill us all!"

"Kill us!"

"We will all die sooner or later!"

The other villagers cried, shouted, and yelled, making a mess.

An Qisheng watched coldly until these people cried until their voices became hoarse and their voices became lower.

Then he spoke slowly.

Only one word:

"Good!"

Four thousand words a chapter, a little late. Good night everyone, I will write the one I owe tomorrow, and I will go to bed early.