Great Dao Ji

Royal power!

Long floating world!

Feeling the vast sea of ​​​​nostalgia and information in his heart, An Qisheng felt a touch of emotion in his heart.

The past flashed on the mirror in his heart like water.

Zhang Haohao, Zhang Tingting, Tieshan, Yan Kaiyu, Liuming, Bai Xianer, Li Ling, Huang Fu, Sun En, Pang Wanyang, Yan Kuangtu, Mu Qingfeng, Yixiu, Zhuanlun Wang, Han Changgong, Yun Haitian, Yun Dongliu, Fan Zimin

All people and things flashed in his heart.

Ever since he knew about the universe replacement, he has been thinking about it.

If it is really as he expected, the Xuanxing universe is getting closer to other universes, and even one day it will collide and be compatible like the Huangtian Realm and the Human World, what should he do.

And there is only one result. If that day comes sooner or later, then he will have to choose who to let come and what world to come!

If you can't change this result, change the process!

This is his attempt.

Om~

As the talismans shone like stars in the sky, An Qisheng's divine will suddenly sank into the ball of light imprinted with world information.

Or, in the anchor point.

And from beginning to end, the Daoyitu in the depths of his soul remained motionless.

Among all the countries in the world, Feng is the crown.

Feng State is headed by Feng, and even Fengzhou, where the ancient capital of 3,000 years ago is located, cannot be compared with it.

Because Fengzhou is the place of the Dao and the ancestral temple of the world's leader Wangquan Dao.

Fengzhou, which has been in existence for 3,000 years, has only one city, named Nanliang, which is also the first city in the world, covering an area of ​​3,000 miles and a population of more than 40 million.

The land of the city alone has moved the mountains, and there are unparalleled swordsmen who cross the air and cut twelve ditches, attracting nine rivers and three rivers.

Therefore, it is also known as the twelve dragons around Nanliang.

Products from the Golden Wolf Country, the Great Yan Country, the Red Cloud Country, the Sea Tower Country, the Ding Country and other countries are everywhere here, and the world's products gather in the prosperity of this city.

This city is the ultimate place in the world!

And in the Nanliang City, there are tens of millions of buildings, headed by Yangxiao Hall. The 100-foot Yangxiao Hall has become a place that countless people yearn for for thousands of years.

I don't know how many martial arts heroes, literati and chivalrous men have left their stories here that are sung all over the world.

Bang!

The wake-up stick was hit heavily, and the whole hall was shocked.

In the Yangxiao Hall, an old man in a green shirt stood in front of the table and spoke eloquently: "The book continues the previous article, talking about the past! This last chapter is about the heroes gathering in front of the chivalrous gate, and the white clothes and red horses are coming!"

The old man has a long beard and a red face, his eyes are shining, and his voice is neither high nor low, but it just reaches the ears of thousands of guests in the Yangxiao Hall, which shows that his internal strength is also quite good.

But many wealthy guests in the hall did not buy it, and many of them even shouted loudly.

"Brother Han, you have said it this time, if not ten thousand times, at least eight thousand times. How about we change it?"

Someone even threw a golden cloud treasure, which flew like lightning, but fell lightly and landed on the table in front of the old man, showing a profound control of internal force, which made many people secretly happy.

"If it were someone else, the old man would definitely not care. Since it is Brother Wang, there is naturally no problem."

The old storyteller's eyes lit up, and he skillfully put away the gold ingots, bowed, and said: "I don't know what Brother Wang wants to hear? Old Han has been telling stories for thirty years, and there are still a few chapters that are best. You can choose one or two."

After taking the money, of course it's easy to talk.

"Listen carefully, brother Wang!"

The old man slapped the table with his wake-up stick and spoke loudly: "'Ten thousand horses on the snowy plains are silent, the ancestor tries to suppress thousands of troops' 'The wind and sand in the vast sea are fierce, Wang Quan hunts the heroes'

'In Fengdu City, the ancestor subdues the dragon'

'The masters of the army gather together, and the twenty-three magic swords'

'The divine fire in the Bagua furnace is fierce, and the divine weapons of heaven and man become Wang Quan'

'The ancestor's words are the law of the world, and Wang Quan can be the teacher of the world' 'All countries govern their people with laws, but I govern the country with swords'"

The old man's voice is very low and rhythmic, and it can be said that it is vivid when he talks about it at this time.

But many people in the hall still shook their heads and complained in their hearts.

They have heard the legend of Wang Quan ancestor for at least 80,000 times, if not 100,000 times. It can even be said that there is no one in the world who is not familiar with it, from emperors and generals to peddlers and porters.

Anyone on the street can tell a lot of legends about the founder of Wang Quan. Although the old man's story is vivid and of high quality, the crowd has heard too much.

"Brother Han, there are too many things passed down by your ancestors in the world. We all yearn for the legends of the founder of Wang Quan, but we have heard too much, right? Brother, why don't you tell us about the world today?"

The middle-aged man who threw the gold ingots also stood up and said with a bow.

The grace of a gentleman is cut off after five generations. The legend of the founder of Wang Quan should not be able to be spread for so long and so widely in theory. However, three thousand years ago, there was a die-hard follower of the founder of Wang Quan in Wang Quan Dao.

That rainbow fart lasted for three thousand three hundred years, which can be called the first person in ancient and modern times.

That person is Fan Zimin, the ancestor of storytellers in the world. For more than three thousand years, anyone who wants to eat the storytelling bowl in the world, the first thing to do is to talk about Wang Quan Dao for ten years.

Otherwise, you can't even hold on to this bowl of rice!

"This"

The storyteller hesitated slightly.

"Brother?"

The middle-aged man threw out another ingot of gold, and the crowd watching secretly smacked their lips. How amazing is the purchasing power of an ingot of gold?

That is, in this Yangxiao Hall. If it were somewhere else, it would be enough to buy a storyteller to tell stories for a year or two.

"Then, let's talk about something else?"

The storyteller received the gold and thought that he had almost completed his storytelling task this year, so he no longer hesitated: "Well, let's talk about the Red Cloud Kingdom!"

Snap!

Before telling the story, Xingmu slapped the table.

"The king's power hangs over all the kingdoms with one sword, and there has been no war for three thousand years! But they say that in the Golden Wolf Kingdom, there is a martial arts sect that has been passed down for three thousand years, Zhuan Lun Temple!

It is said that the Zhuanlun Temple has a supreme secret method, which is comparable to the "Sky Wheel Method" of the King's Power Path. Of course, it is said that that secret method was also spread by me, ahem, the King's Power Road. "

"Hey! Brother, did you let it slip?"

Someone called out in the hall.

The storyteller smiled and did not care, and said loudly: "But it is said that there was a genius born in the Zhuanlun Temple three thousand years ago, and his name was Zhuanlun King. Everyone who has listened to "The Legend of King Quan" should also know that, yes, that is it. Wheel King!"

"Although the Wheel-turning King was defeated at the hands of the Patriarch, the Patriarch took pity on his talent and let him go, but he didn't expect that the Wheel-turning King was really a genius. He actually figured out the method of wheel-turning rebirth when his foundation was completely destroyed! One hundred years later, rebirth!"

"Rebirth?!"

As soon as these two words came out, the whole hall was in an uproar. The middle-aged man also took a breath and felt that his gold spent was worth it.

Human life is limited, and even those with strong divine veins can only live for five hundred years. This is still the case today. According to legend, a strong person with divine veins three thousand years ago only lived for three hundred years!

Even if Wang Quan Dao's astonishingly talented founder opened up the ninth level of heaven and man on the divine veins, he would only live for a thousand years.

People will eventually die.

Rebirth is naturally the most attractive word.

"That's right, the method of wheel rebirth is now also included in King Quan Dao!"

An outer disciple of King Quan Dao's eyes shone: "It is said that inner disciples can choose various methods to practice. I have heard people talk about this method!"

With the endorsement of Wang Quan Dao disciples, everyone's enthusiasm became even higher. It wasn't until Xing Mu took pictures again that they regained their composure.

"Dear readers, there is no need to make a noise, just listen carefully! It is said that the Wheel-turning King was reborn a hundred years after his defeat. At that time, it was the time when the eight princes of the royal power were competing for the Taoist priest of the royal power, and all the heroes in the world were frightened.

The King of Wheels met the Eighth Prince of Wang Quan at his peak. Even though he was also a genius, he was still unable to defeat him. He eventually died at the hands of Grandmaster Zhang Ting, a second-generation Daoist of Wang Quan and a direct disciple of the Patriarch.

But this started the 3,300-year-old grudge between the Wheel-turning King and Wang Quan Dao! "

At this point, the storyteller himself was immersed in it, and all the onlookers were excited and couldn't help themselves. Sometimes they were amazed, sometimes they were sad, sometimes they beat their chests, and sometimes they cheered loudly.

After talking for only half an hour, thousands of kilograms of wine had been poured, which made the shopkeeper smile happily.

"The wheel-turning king has grown stronger as he has grown older. He has been reborn again and again, and has cultivated to perfection again and again. He has accumulated from generation to generation, until the ninth time, and finally reached an unprecedented peak!

The skills of the nine generations actually overlapped, and they developed unparalleled martial arts that shocked the world and weeping ghosts and gods. At that time, the King Quan Sword had escaped into the world and was looking for a new generation of King Quan Sword Master. "In the midst of an unprecedented crisis"

The storyteller looked solemn, immersed in it, and felt that he was a contemporary royal Taoist, facing the wheel-turning king who had cultivated the supreme martial arts with nine generations of heavenly beings:

"At this time, a young man rode a donkey to Fengzhou. He inherited the fortune of two thousand years of royal power and came out of the sky to conquer nineteen states with one sword!"

boom!

Like adding fuel to a fire, like thunder exploding, the huge roaring hall, with many floors up and down, and thousands of drinkers, are all boiling!

"Li Taibai!"

"Poetry, painting, color, sword and wine are the most satisfying things in the world!"

"Throughout the ages, Taibai is the only one who is charming!"

"Second in the ages, Patriarch Taibai!"

The Yangxiao Hall is a hollow circle with thirty-eight floors going up. Thousands of drinkers were set on fire at once.

The Tao of King Quan has been passed down for 3,300 years. There are one hundred years of King Quan Taoist generation, one hundred years of generation of King Quan Seven Sons, and outstanding people emerge in endlessly.

However, there is only one person who is called by his name, and not by the royal Taoist.

That is, Li Taibai!

The second most powerful person in history, Li Taibai can compete with the royal power!

Ignite the five qi in the chest, condense the three flowers on the top, and open the ninth level of heaven and man on the divine veins, paving the way for future generations to be heaven and man. His great achievements have lasted for thousands of years, and none other than the founder of King Quan cannot compare with him.

Moreover, compared to Patriarch Wang Quan's clean life, there are countless romantic affairs about Patriarch Li. His romantic affairs are still talked about today.

At this point, there was no need for the storyteller to say anything else. All the drinkers were talking about it, and only Li Taibai was talking about it.

Because no matter what kind of master he is, there is only one ending when he meets Li Taibai.

"Li Taibai"

And just when the crowd was in an uproar, a cold snort came, shaking the entire Yangxiao Hall.

There are thousands of drinkers in the Yangxiao Hall on the 38th floor. Regardless of their internal strength or martial arts level, hearing this cold snort is a buzzing in their minds and a pounding heart. They feel the blood flow backwards and their heart is almost knocked out of their throats.

Master!

Great master!

There was silence in the Yangxiao Hall. From extreme movement to extreme silence, just for a moment, everyone looked at the door of the Yangxiao Hall in shock.

They were two young twins dressed in black, wearing long knives, with indifferent and cold expressions.

The one who spoke was one of them.

"Second Son of Chiyun?!"

Seeing the person coming, the storyteller's pupils shrank, and his heart was filled with waves.

Chi Yun's second and third sons are said to be geniuses that appear once in a thousand years in Chi Yun Country. One of them practices sword and the other practices sword. They have challenged masters from various sects since they were ten years old. At the age of thirty, they have both cultivated Taiyin Wuji.

The two of them have even fought against the great master of Yin Yang Wuji, and they can be said to be the best of the younger generation.

And what is even more terrifying is the person behind them.

Qi Kong in white.

One, who cultivated Yin Yang Wuji at the age of twenty, and stepped into the ninth level of heaven and man, was called the second king by Chi Yun Country, the supreme pride of Taibai's rebirth!

Chi Yun's second and third sons are Qi Kong's servants, one of them holds a sword for him, and the other holds a sword for him.

Dinglingling~

The wind blows the copper bell, the white clothes come into view, and the person comes like smoke and clouds.

Standing outside the door of Yang Xiao Hall.

No one can see how he came, as if he has been standing there since ancient times. The scattered sunlight from behind him is cast outside Yang Xiao Hall, but it does not even show his shadow.

Standing upright without a shadow!

"Good job, you deserve a reward!"

The voice is like a flowing spring, the words are like the wind blowing camel bells, like the wind and sand outside the Great Wall and the flowing water under the small bridge, the voice with indescribable charm echoed in Yangxiao Hall:

"Aer, San, do you think so?"

"If the master says yes, then it is."

The two identical young men in black responded in unison:

"No, it is also."

"Gone, gone."

The person has not arrived, but has gone far away, with the sound of the wind chimes, gradually going farther and farther, until it can no longer be heard.

There was a dead silence in Yangxiao Hall, until the sound of the wind chimes was no longer audible, and the crowd woke up from their dreams, looked at each other, and their clothes were all wet with cold sweat.

"Not good!"

The storyteller looked at the two ingots of gold that appeared on the table in front of him at some point, and just as he breathed a sigh of relief, his face changed drastically: "Qi Kong came, I'm afraid he is going to Wangquan Mountain!"

Shocked, horrified!

The whole hall was shocked. Thousands of drinkers almost all thought of something. Suddenly, they swarmed down from their floors and filed out to the Wangquan Mountain outside Nanliang City.

They chased the legend, but they were going to witness the legend!

Qi Kong in white came on horseback, traveled 80,000 miles, and wanted to challenge Wangquan Dao!

This news shook the entire Fengzhou, Dafeng Kingdom, and even the world at an unimaginable speed!

Countless people rushed here at the fastest speed, but no matter how fast the news spread, it was not as fast as Qi Kong.

Before sunset, the gate of Wangquan Dao welcomed the strongest challenger in a thousand years since the Wheel King.

"I wonder how many masters there are in Wangquan Dao?"

Qi Kong stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the top of Wangquan Mountain, and said loudly: "Chiyun Qi Kong, come to pay homage to the mountain!!"

The voice exploded, like thunder coming out of the mountain, and the mighty sound waves instantly echoed in the sky, shaking Wangquan Mountain, which was growing day by day and now reached a height of 3,400 feet.

Countless martial artists who followed behind him looked up in shock, only to see the sky rolling with wind and clouds, the air waves were like mountains and seas, rolling in all directions, and the momentum was so great that it could be heard from a thousand miles away!

"Qi Kong worships the mountain?"

In the towering Wangquandao Mountain Gate, a Taoist sat cross-legged in front of the Tai Chi diagram, slowly opened his eyes, and a ripple appeared in his deep eyes:

"The Chiyun Tianjiao who inherited the Wheel King's legacy?"

The Taoist muttered to himself slightly, and just as he was about to speak, his heart suddenly shook, and he stood up suddenly. In front of the Wangquandao Mountain Gate, the statue of the ancestor who had experienced 3,300 years of wind, frost, rain and snow remained motionless.

Suddenly, it shone brilliantly.

Buzz~~~

The divine light was like a pillar, and the brilliance that burst out in an instant dyed the clouds and mist in the sky into a golden piece, and the indescribable breath suddenly flattened the heavy clouds and mist.

The thunderstorm caused by the change of the qi in the sky had not even approached, but had been torn apart by the golden light.

And, almost at the same time, Dafeng Baizhou, Chiyun and other seven countries, countless cities, countless Taoist temples, and countless statues of the founder of Wangquan, all vibrated and hummed.

A pillar of divine light like a sky sword burst out, tearing the sky and reaching the sky.

In an instant, the world was shaken!

"The founder showed his holiness?"

The contemporary Wangquan Taoist was full of energy and excited.

"Huh?!"

At the foot of Wangquan Mountain, Qi Kong was looking at the sky from afar. Seeing that breath, his eyes were shocked: "The contemporary Wangquan Taoist is so terrifying?"

This breath is like the sea and the sky, terrifying and boundless, it is simply not in the human world. It is said that the contemporary Wangquan Taoist is just mediocre among the Wangquan Taoists of all generations, but he is so powerful?

He couldn't help but hesitate in his heart, but he had come to this point, and there was no reason for him to retreat.

Not only did he not retreat, but he took a step forward and spoke again, with the sound waves ten times higher: "Chiyun Qikong, come to pay respects to the mountain!!!"

The sound waves were so loud that they reached the top of the mountain, shaking the clouds and mist.

But the next moment, Qikong could no longer hold on, until his face changed violently.

Because, as the divine light illuminated the sky, thousands of different voices, but equally powerful, suddenly echoed on the towering mountain top:

"Ancestor?!"

The second update is here, and I will continue to write the third update, but it's very late, good night everyone, Wang Quan Dao only has one chapter of the plot, don't worry about the water.