Great Dao Ji

"Ancestor?!"

Accompanied by the sounds of surprise and trembling, a figure that was either calm, elegant, domineering, or cold stepped out of the huge mountains behind the royal power, in a quiet and hidden place.

There were so many shadows that they seemed to fill the entire gate of King Quan Dao.

For a time, the sword energy was everywhere on the top of Wangquan Mountain, and tens of thousands of miles of cold light shone.

Several state capitals away, there were divine pulse masters who were frightened by the sword energy and were dumbfounded for a moment, not knowing what was happening.

"Master Lin? Master Wang? Master Zhang? They, are they all still alive?"

"Oh my god! Master Jia, he, isn't he a closed disciple of Patriarch Taibai in his later years? Is he, he is still alive?"

"Mr. Wang, he, he is still alive, he is an old man!"

"Oh my god, I saw the 23rd generation master. He is actually alive for a thousand years, right?!"

Hundreds of figures came together, and under the pressure of their aura, many Wangquan Dao disciples were shocked. Many of them were people who were said to have died earlier.

They were all sword masters in the past, and both of them were masters of skills. When they were alive, they were only their opponents, and there was no one in the world who could resist them.

But according to legend, after Wang Quanjian left, they all retired. It is said that they have died not long ago, but who would have thought that they are still alive?

Many of them have lived for more than 500 years, and they are still alive?

"Ancestor!"

The disciples of Wang Quan Dao were in an uproar and shocked, and then they all bowed down and called their ancestors.

Qi Kong's scalp at the foot of Wangquan Mountain almost exploded.

"Are these old people still alive?"

Qi Kong was stunned, a little confused for a moment.

Faintly, he thought of an ancient legend in the world. It was said that Li Taibai defeated the King of Wheels and turned back to the king's power with the most powerful power in the world. He thought he was invincible in the world and wanted to attack the Tianmen, but was defeated by many masters who joined forces. suppress.

He originally thought it was just a rumor, but now that he thought about it, it might not be impossible. With so many powerful masters working together, Li Taibai could only hold his nose and admit it.

In front of him, two young men in black looked as if they had eaten dead flies.

"Could it be that the legend is true?"

As the boy holding the sword spoke, he didn't realize that his voice was trembling. This was extremely unbelievable for a swordsman, and a top swordsman at that.

"Legend has it that the founder of King Quan once left behind an unparalleled secret method after he retired from the world. People can travel in dreams in it, greatly slowing down the flow of life. Therefore, the back mountain of King Quan hides all the sword masters of King Quan, Taoists of King Quan, and many others in the way of King Quan over the past three thousand years. Master, is this legend true?"

The expression of the boy holding the knife also changed, because he was so shocked that his voice was a little sharp.

The King Quan Sword chooses a master every hundred years. In each generation, the seven sons of the King Quan plus the King Quan Taoist, that’s eight people. Eight people in a hundred years, plus the disciples of the King Quan Tao who have not inherited the King Quan Sword. It is very likely that there will be more than ten people who transcend the divine veins in each generation. people!

How terrifying is this?

Wang Quan Dao has been established for 3,300 years!

Even if only the masters of the next thousand years are alive, there are as many as a hundred masters who have transcended the divine veins and set foot on the ninth level of heaven and man!

Looking at the world, the total number of masters who are not kings in the past three thousand years may not be more than them!

What's more, looking at the thick shadows of the tyrannical figures, there are probably more than a hundred people.

"Okay, what a royal way."

Qi Kong's figure swayed slightly, and he could hardly describe his mood at this moment.

He has been building up his strength in the snow-capped mountains for thirty years, and has understood the dual skills of swords and swords, and the seven kills of heaven and earth. He is about to worship the king of the mountain and reach the top of heaven and man.

I never expected that this royal power would be hidden so deeply!

With such a tyrannical background, how could the Wheel-turning King possibly suppress the king's power in such a precarious manner?

It was agreed that the king would choose the master, but his life is not long?

Liar, Chakravartin is a liar.

Wang Quan Dao is also a liar

"Oh my God!"

Looking at the many drinkers chasing after him in Xiaotang Hall, everyone in the martial arts world was stunned when they saw the golden light that was as brilliant as the sun coming down and when they heard the call from the top of the mountain.

A moment ago, I was listening to the legend of this patriarch in the city, and now I have to witness the legend again?

"Lord, we"

The two boys looked at Qi Kong with complicated expressions.

Qi Kong is the most talented person in the Chiyun Kingdom for thousands of years. He is the weakest person in Yin and Yang Wuji, but he has made great progress all the way and has no rivals in the world.

The current King Power Sword Master has not yet become a master, and the previous King Power Sword Master did not have a magic weapon in hand. It can be said that the right time, place and people are in place, but he did not expect that he would encounter such a thing.

Qi Kong stared deeply at the top of Wangquan Mountain, took a deep breath, and said word by word: "Continue! Continue! Bye! Mountain!"

He inherited the inheritance of King Chakravartin and traveled the world without any resistance. He had been gathering momentum on the top of the snow-capped mountains for thirty years. He had walked eighty thousand miles in the wind and snow from the red cloud, and there was no way out.

If you retreat, the path will collapse and there will be no way forward. Even if you possess the method of reincarnation, there is no possibility of transcending this life.

I would rather die in Wangquan Mountain than retreat!

As soon as he said this, Qi Kong felt an infinite pressure rising in front of him, like the entire three thousand feet of Wangquan Mountain falling down, as if he would be shattered into pieces in the next moment.

But he was determined not to retreat, and actually carried his body with force, with a double mountain of pressure on his heart, stepped over the two boys, walked past the sword-unlocking stone, and climbed up the stairs along the dense forest.

Step on, climb the mountain!

Three thousand feet, for the divine veins, can be passed with a few fingers, and for those who embark on the path of heaven and humanity, it can be reached in an instant. However, Qi Kong only felt that he had walked a lifetime on this path.

The pressure on the top of the mountain was like a mountain river flowing down. Every step he took was like being hit by a sledgehammer.

When he reached the top of the mountain, he, who had long been immune to cold and heat, felt sweat pouring out like a pulp, his clothes were soaked, and his feet were a little soft.

"Huh!"

He let out a long breath. The fatigue of his body could not match the sublimation of his state of mind. All the way here, he felt that he had been reborn.

"I"

He raised his head slowly and was about to speak, but he was stunned.

I saw hundreds of powerful figures lined up in front of the mountain gate, ignoring his arrival at all. All their attention was focused on the statue in front of the mountain gate.

Is that the ancestor of Wangquan, An Qisheng?

What alarmed these old monsters? Could it be

His heart was shaken, and changes suddenly occurred.

Buzz~

I saw the thousands of miles of clouds dyed golden by the divine light rolling and spreading, as if they had spread to the entire world.

Then it flowed back, setting off a raging storm that swept across the 3,000-foot Wangquan Mountain.

The momentum was so great that the sky and the earth were dark.

"This is..."

Qi Kong's heart was shocked.

He saw the rolling clouds of divine light flowing back, like thousands of long dragons of divine light, sinking into the tall statue.

Huh~

Then, the statue opened its eyes.

Boom!

The statue was clearly facing away from him, but Qi Kong saw the process clearly, the process of the statue opening its eyes.

In an instant, his heart was surging, like thunder.

An Qisheng, the founder of Wangquan, was not dead? ! !

At this moment, Qi Kong's hands and feet were cold, his body was trembling slightly, and he felt the chill that penetrated his bones.

But at this moment, no one cared about him anymore.

The moment the statue opened its eyes, the seven sons of Wangquan Dao, the Wangquan Daoists of all generations, and many Wangquan Dao disciples all knelt on the ground and shouted like a tsunami:

"We welcome the return of the ancestor!"

"We welcome the return of the ancestor!"

"We welcome the return of the ancestor!"

The world echoed with a huge voice like an empty valley, spreading hundreds of miles, thousands of miles, almost the entire Fengzhou, and tens of millions of people could hear it.

Wangquan Dao,

The ancestor is back!

On the mountain, in and out of the city, in and out of the state, countless people heard the roar like a landslide, and they were all shocked.

In Wangquan Dao, the predecessors were all called masters, but only two people could be called ancestors.

Looking at the golden light in the sky, the statues of gods in temples in the city were shaking, and it was self-evident who everyone was calling.

The founder of Wangquan Dao, the supreme master An Qisheng!

Only faith cannot be ignored, and there is nothing that cannot be achieved.

In a moment of trance, An Qisheng's spirit seemed to fall from the sky, and the stars and clouds were all in his sight. The vast information also instantly sank into his heart.

Three thousand years of changes, almost like the vicissitudes of life, in an instant, he had already entered the spirit.

The countries governed the people with the law, and the king governed the country with the sword. The king's sword changed every hundred years to restrain the king's Taoist.

Even if there are injustices in the world, there will no longer be starving people everywhere, no chickens crowing for thousands of miles, people dying in the wild, and vicious dogs pouncing on their food.

What I thought and thought before has become a reality today.

When I opened my eyes again,

there were countless disciples and grandchildren who shouted for the master.

From the qi meridian to the divine meridian, from the Taiyin Wuji, from the Yin and Yang Wuji, everything is used, and the prosperity of the king's Tao is thousands of times better than before.

There is one stone in the world, and the king's power alone occupies nine buckets, and one bucket has been shared since ancient times.

The prosperity of the king's power is invincible in the world.

"Ancestor!"

An old man's eyes were filled with tears. The young man looked up carefully, his expression excited and full of longing.

The Wangquan Mountain, which used to be no more than a hundred feet high, is now three thousand four hundred feet high, and it grows one foot every year. The mountains and rivers gather together, and one day, Wangquan will reach the sky!

If that day comes, Tianmen will be the gateway to Wangquan Dao. Inside the gate are all gods, and inside and outside are all living beings!

All the heroes in the world enter the Nantianmen.

That day, the world was shocked.

The states of Fengguo, Chiyun, Jinlang, and the overseas islands, anyone who knew about it was shocked.

Afterwards, countless martial artists flocked to Wangquan Mountain.

Huh~

An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes, and the divine light was slightly brighter, and then it returned to dim.

With his powerful divine will now, he actually felt a sense of fatigue from the inside out, just like a child who played for days and nights without sleeping, and once the excitement was over, he felt drowsy.

Even with the three thousand years of preparation of the King's Power, the accurate anchor point, the conversion of the altar of responsiveness, and the support of a nearly immortal demon ghost.

Still, it was a bit reluctant.

But the dim eyes could not hide the joy in his heart, because as he opened his eyes, the statue in front of him also underwent a huge change. It was already three points of popularity and seven points of divine will.

This means that this statue has already connected to the Jiufu Realm!

He succeeded.

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