Great Dao Ji

The sigh was not that loud.

Peng Shiliu's heart suddenly tightened, and a huge and indescribable melancholy suddenly filled his heart. Tears immediately flowed down, and he almost burst into tears.

At this moment, he felt that the space in the courtyard seemed to be wailing, lamenting, and trembling uncontrollably.

The old tree that seemed to be dead shook its dry leaves, as if the remaining vitality was stimulated at once, and there was a little more green on the trunk.

His emotions could actually infect the world? !

Huh~

The leakage of emotions was only a moment, and An Qisheng restrained himself.

His divine will was even more powerful than his current physical body. A trace of emotional overflow could make ordinary people in this small half of the city sad to death.

The law of one world has the advantages of one world.

In terms of physical body, the way of the human world is naturally far from enough to compare with the martial arts of the Wanyang world, but the way of divine will has walked ahead of the Wanyang world.

This was brought about by the surprise of the world.

The north and south of a country have different languages, customs, diets, and many other rules, not to mention the gap between the two worlds.

The laws and ways of any world are the exploration of the world by countless creatures, and the summary of the legal principles, and have their own unique value.

Their laws and ways may lose their effectiveness or become dim due to the changes in the environment of the world, but this cannot negate their value.

"Yan, who is Brother Yan?" Peng Shiliu cried and couldn't stop sobbing.

He was full of hatred and fear in his heart.

You feel bad, so I feel bad too?

Too domineering

"He should be your ancestor"

An Qisheng restrained his emotions for a moment and said lightly.

After he left the Jiufu Realm, the Heaven Gate was opened for only three days, Sun En, Yan Kuangtu and his brilliant junior Li Bai.

He entered many people's dreams and was also paying attention to the information about the three people, but he got nothing.

Until he got the "Dapeng King Fist" from Peng Shiliu!

Although this fist technique has undergone tremendous changes, he still sensed the aura of Yan Kuangtu, the master of the Great Dragon Sect of Jiufu Realm.

The Golden Winged Dapeng Clan once had a supreme being, but that supreme being was not Yan Kuangtu, so there was not much information about Yan Kuangtu in Peng Shiliu's memory.

But since the Dapeng King Fist has been passed down to this day and is still one of the inherited unique skills of the Golden Winged Dapeng Clan, it can be seen that Yan Kuangtu's achievements must be high.

Or, the supreme of the Golden Winged Dapeng Clan has a very close relationship with Yan Kuangtu.

This Peng Shiliu should be the most direct bloodline of Yan Kuangtu's branch.

Unfortunately, it seems that this branch has declined to a certain extent, otherwise the only direct bloodline would not be ranked sixteenth in this generation of the Golden Winged Dapeng Clan.

"Ancestor, ancestor?"

Even though he knew that Yuanyang Taoist was much stronger than himself, Peng Shiliu still had veins on his forehead and was about to curse.

It was only at the last moment that he remembered the pain of being whipped by the long whip, and he endured it.

But even so, he was filled with hatred, and his face was extremely livid.

"Yes"

An Qisheng held the wine glass, his expression was melancholy: "If it weren't for your ancestor, you would have died by now."

What the Golden Winged Dapeng clan was like back then is no longer important.

But the Golden Winged Dapeng clan today, from the appearance of Peng Shiliu, opened his mouth to swallow all the creatures within hundreds of miles, we can see how ferocious they are.

Such a big monster, with his usual way of doing things, naturally would not be spared.

This has nothing to do with the survival of the fittest and the natural selection.

Wolves eat sheep to fill their stomachs, and sheep eat grass to survive, but Peng Shiliu opened his mouth casually and swallowed creatures for no reason, just because of his ferocious nature.

And, it's not the first time.

"You, you won't kill me?"

Hearing An Qisheng's words, Peng Shiliu was not angry but happy. He couldn't figure out the meaning of this action of Yuanyang Taoist.

But it seems that Yuanyang Taoist doesn't want to kill him?

Otherwise, with his means, he doesn't need to go through so much trouble to kill himself.

"Brother Yan is a rebellious person, but he doesn't like you who slaughter people wantonly. Although you are the only direct blood of Brother Yan, you also..."

An Qisheng held the wine glass in one hand and spilled the wine on the ground.

It seems to be a respect, like a notice.

While the voice was floating, his hand had already been gently raised, and then fell heavily, slapping Peng Shiliu, who was shocked and terrified:

"Damn it!"

"You really dare to kill me?!"

After a palm fell, Peng Shiliu felt that his eyes went black, and an indescribable huge terror burst out in his heart.

He never dreamed that An Qisheng would let him out, say weird words, and serve wine and food, but he actually wanted to kill him!

Why go to so much trouble?

Unwilling!

Unwilling!

Under the huge terror, Peng Shiliu couldn't help but let out a low roar:

"You sealed my cultivation, imprisoned my flesh and blood, and bound my Dapeng true body. You killed me like this, I don't accept it!!!"

Peng Shiliu only felt the huge terror like a real palm grasping his heart. His eyes were bloodshot, and the blood that was sealed was boiling, trying to break free.

Bang!

But the next moment, the white palm had already extinguished his words in mid-air, and Ji Zhang's five fingers clasped on Peng Shiliu's head:

"If you don't accept it, it's up to you."

Talking to reasonable people, there is no reason to talk to unreasonable people.

Dapeng opened his mouth to swallow thousands of living creatures, but where did he ask those people for their opinions?

Click~

The moment the five fingers slapped down, Peng Shiliu's eyes were completely dark, and he could no longer see anything.

The endless darkness came faster than the pain, and instantly drowned his unwillingness, anger, and rage.

'No! ’

At that last moment, Peng Shiliu felt only endless reluctance and regret in his heart.

Why do you want to come to Dongzhou? If you don’t come to Dongzhou, even if your situation is difficult, no one will dare to kill you.

Buzz~

The next moment, there was a long buzzing sound in the deserted courtyard.

A palm slapped down, shattering Peng Shiliu's soul. His body trembled crazily, trying to reveal his true form.

But he was tightly bound by An Qisheng's palm, and he couldn't help but tremble but couldn't break free.

Tsk~

Then, with a slight sound like a water bag being punctured or a person's throat being cut, Peng Shiliu's body exploded under An Qisheng's palm!

Peng has a cultivation level of 160,000, and his true body can spread thousands of miles. Without any magical powers, just by showing his true body, he can crush hundreds of thousands of creatures in the ninth city of this genius.

Even if a wave of its blood is released, it will be enough to completely submerge the city!

However, such a huge body, with blood as thick as the Yangtze River, was tightly bound between An Qisheng's five fingers.

Subtle places invisible to the naked eye, changes so drastic that it is unimaginable are happening spontaneously.

He is refining the essence of Peng Shiliu's bloodline, that is, the blood inheritance belonging to Kuangzu Yan.

Buzz buzz~

Between the slight tremors, violently vibrating blood swirled around An Qisheng's five fingers.

And even though An Qisheng has sealed off this small courtyard with the 'Dongtian', this small courtyard is still buzzing and vibrating, and it seems that it may be shattered and disintegrated along with the space at any time!

This scene also made Xuanji, Feng Changming, Zheng Longqiu and others, who could see clearly through the cave sky, turn pale.

"He, what does he want to do?"

Xuanji's face turned a little pale, remembering the many evil supernatural powers that were said to have been jointly strangled by several major holy places.

"Qi species"

An Qisheng's eyes opened and closed, shining with a light whose meaning was unclear.

His Qi Seed is guided by the biological magnetic field of the human body, combined with the body essence, soul and mind, and is imprinted with the wisdom of his own self.

In a sense, it is already the 'interweaving of Tao and Dharma' rather than a simple magnetic field.

Qi seed is the way he cultivates.

Even if he came to this world and wanted to practice martial arts in this world to condense the body, his fundamental path would not deviate at all. It was still the 'Tai Chi Qi Zhong', 'Tai Chi Divine Court' and 'Tai Chi Dao'.

Therefore, his method has the characteristics of Xuanxing, Jiufu Realm, Human World, and Wanyang Realm, but there is something unique in it.

When he was in the human world, he was already able to strengthen his body, regenerate severed limbs, regenerate with blood, interfere with changes in celestial phenomena, and penetrate the essence of objects.

Going one step further, one can master the reorganization and decomposition of matter to a certain extent.

The composition of the flesh and blood body, the relationship between spirit, energy and spirit, and even the extremely subtle cell operations are extremely clear.

From the perspective of Xuanji and others, An Qisheng seemed to be absorbing the blood essence of the golden-winged roc to practice his 'magic skills'.

In fact, what he did was far more than what they saw.

Wow~

In the cave sky, the blood moved by An Qisheng rolled down like the Milky Way, dyeing the mountains, rivers, spiritual springs, rivers, and Mishan Mountain red, and even the thousands of miles of spiritual fields below.

The blood volume of a ten-thousand-level golden-winged roc was so abundant that Feng Changming, Zheng Longqiu and others were slightly discolored. The blood volume was a manifestation of the physical strength.

This golden-winged roc was probably even stronger than they imagined.

But now, no matter how strong it is, it is useless. Such a genius-level golden-winged roc was killed so tragically.

How can we prevent them who are in the same situation from being miserable?

"He really dares to kill us."

Even more people were trembling.

The Golden-winged Dapeng is one of the two royal families of the Monster Clan. Its power is more terrifying than the three major holy places in Dongzhou. He even dares to kill this Golden-winged Dapeng. I'm afraid he really dares to kill them!

Suddenly, everyone understood why the man let himself and others see this scene.

Kill the chicken to scare the monkey!

The most base method, but they had to admit that it was too effective.

"No, that's not right!"

At this time, Feng Changming's body suddenly shook: "This, he is not practicing magic skills, he is, he is..."

Not only Feng Changming, but also many prisoners including Xuanji, their expressions changed at this moment, and their hearts were suddenly filled with disbelief.

Through the cave sky, they could see that under An Qisheng's palm, the mass of blood was constantly rotating at a high speed, and the blood that was peeled off moved into the cave sky to nourish the cave sky.

And as time passed little by little, the blood flowing between his five fingers already took on a pale golden color, and a vast and domineering aura that could be felt even from across the cave sky came to his face!

"Is that drop of blood the royal blood of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan?!"

Xuanji and others were all shocked. They looked at each other and saw the horror in their eyes.

Regardless of the size of the sect, whether it is a casual cultivator or not, and regardless of whether it is good or evil, human or demon, all cultivators will embark on the journey to polish their bloodline.

The road to transformation into a divine body.

However, the path to transforming into a divine body is naturally quite different from the original divine body.

If a person born with a divine body practices the same sect's techniques and condenses the divine body again, his advantages will be huge, and his combat power will be even stronger than those of the same level!

"He drew the king's blood of the Golden-winged Dapoc clan? How is this possible! How could there be such evil power?"

Feng Changming, Zheng Longqiu and others all changed their expressions in shock, almost suffocating from the shock of this scene.

Throughout the ages, not to mention other states, the land of Dongzhou certainly has the magic power to devour the souls and bloodlines of others, and there are still a lot of them.

But they have never heard of anyone who can refine divine blood!

How can such a technique not make them feel hairy, shocked and frightened?

"Magic power! Unparalleled magic power!"

Xuanji didn't know what she thought of, but she felt an unprecedented sense of fear in her heart.

With such a method of stealing the divine blood of others, even if this person has a mortal body, he may be able to cultivate the strongest divine body in history!

If such a technique spreads, all divine bodies will become prey!

Buzz~

Almost at the same time, the three-hearted blue soul boy cut off Dongtian's perception of the outside world.

It naturally saw what was happening outside, and was a little surprised by the methods An Qisheng used. Blood is not just blood.

There are too many things contained in it, involving not only life, but also some more complex things, such as time!

Russell can't even do such a method!

Phew~

In the courtyard, An Qisheng turned his fingers, and a drop of pale golden blood that looked like a work of art fell into his palm.

The direct blood of the golden-winged roc that spread its wings for thousands of miles, in the end, all that was left was just this drop of pale golden blood.

"Brother Yan, you still lost to Pang Wanyang."

Feeling the breath in that drop of blood, An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

Peng Shiliu is already the last pure bloodline of Yan Kuangtui, and he only has this drop of blood left.

In contrast, Pang Wanyang's imperial court still stands in Yuntian, Zhongzhou.

The gap between the two seems to be getting wider with the ‘Ascension to Heaven Gate’

Kakakka~

Under An Qisheng's gaze, the drop of pale golden blood in his palm that was as heavy as a mountain changed again.

Wisps of light golden mist came slowly, lingering between his five fingers. After a while, the mist dispersed, and the drop of blood turned into a pale golden egg!

However, this egg is not as big as the legendary golden-winged roc family egg. Its size is about the same as a quail egg, not even a chicken egg.

After the light gradually dimmed, there was really nothing magical about it, just like a dead egg.

Looking at this small pale golden egg, An Qisheng said to himself:

"Brother Yan, are you really dead?"

The third update is over, good night everyone.