Great Dao Ji

"Is that so?"

Chu Fan was a little confused. He had never thought that in King Quan's dream, those who were called 'natives' by countless dreamers were also dreamers.

"This dream is called King Quan, and King Quan Mountain is obviously his inheritance. Why do you think that his disciples and grandchildren will not be treated as well as you?"

Su Jie shook his head: "It feels good to be self-righteous, nothing else."

The authorities are obsessed with it, and it is clear to onlookers that although he is not a dreamer, he is not ignorant of the 'Dream of Royal Power'.

Just as other countries have used artificial intelligence to calculate big data, he has also tried it, although it is difficult to know the origin of this mirror because of the lack of necessary information.

But it is almost certain that the creator of this dream must have a great relationship with the King's Power.

How could the inheritance of such a being be an ‘indigenous’?

Even if you don't want to get anything from Xuanxing, it must be mutual benefit, not a unilateral win-win for Xuanxing.

"That"

Chu Fan's throat rolled, he swallowed a large mouthful of saliva, forced himself to suppress the shock in his heart, said goodbye to Su Jie, and entered the dreamland again.

"call!"

Chu Fan returned to the dreamland, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Feng Mingtao with an impatient face.

One hour in reality and half a day in dream. Although Chu Fan talked with Su Jie not long ago, he had been waiting for a long time.

If it's normal, that's fine. But when I'm obviously anxious, it seems even longer.

"Brother Feng."

Just as Chu Fan spoke, Feng Mingtao spoke, but his attitude was completely different from before: "We have to go back to the mountain!"

"Huh? What do you say?"

Chu Fan was obviously cold, but before Feng Mingtao could speak, he already understood what happened.

"Master Wang Quan has become an immortal!"

In front of Yangxiao Hall, the long street for eight horse-drawn carriages was crowded with people, and the sounds of countless people crying could be heard.

Wang Quan Dao has been benevolent for three thousand years, and its prestige is by no means comparable to that of other sects. Especially in Nanliang City, 99% of them are descendants of the descendants of Wang Quan Dao's disciples.

If it is known that Taoist Wang Quan has ascended to immortality, it is inevitable that the whole city will become immortal. However, no one seemed to know before. What happened in a short period of time?

"Someone who had a dream came down to Wangquan Mountain." Feng Mingtao looked solemn, with a hint of horror in his eyes: "He said, he said that Wangquan Mountain is already empty!"

"What?!"

Chu Fan stood up suddenly, his heart shaking: 'Is what Su Jie said true? ! ’

"From the King Quan Taoists to the old monsters in the back mountain and the ordinary King Quan Tao disciples, they have all disappeared!"

Feng Mingtao couldn't hide the excitement in his heart:

"The world is about to undergo a big change! In the half day since you returned to reality, at least more than a thousand dreamers have left Nanliang City and gone to Wangquan Mountain!"

I didn't go there before, but I went back only after I found out that Taoist Wang Quan had left and the building was empty. It's self-evident what I wanted to do.

King Quan Dao has led the world for three thousand and three hundred years. Its foundation is so profound, so many treasures and magical secrets are there. In the past, no one dared to peep into it.

But now

"Brother Feng!"

Chu Fan stretched out his hand and pressed Feng Mingtao's shoulder with a solemn expression: "No one wanted to go before, but I still wanted to go. Now everyone is going, but we can't go."

"you?"

Feng Mingtao glanced at him: "The people in Wang Quan Mountain are gone, and the martial arts of Wang Quan's Eight Meridians will be robbed. We"

"The more this happens, the less we can go."

Chu Fan suppressed the excitement in his heart and told Feng Mingtao all of Su Jie's guesses. He looked at the boiling Nanliang City outside with a solemn and somewhat strange expression:

"Master Wang Quan has left, but who knows they won't come back?"

"this"

Feng Mingtao couldn't help but shudder.

The herdsmen of various countries, the royal power pastors the country.

For three thousand and three hundred years, the King Quan Dao has been able to stand firm not only because of the King Quan Sword, but also because their legislation has never been infringed.

The law does not punish the public, and it is definitely not applicable to the way of kingship!

At this thought, Feng Mingtao immediately gave up the idea of ​​going up the mountain. Although there was infinite regret in his heart, he still forced himself to endure it.

Be it treasures or inheritances, there is always a chance to get them, but unfortunately, he only has two.

“Just because we don’t grab the inheritance in the door doesn’t mean we don’t do anything.”

Chu Fan walked to the window and looked at the surging crowd, his eyes focused:

"You and I are also disciples of Wangquan Dao! Anyone who dares to charge into the mountain will be killed!"

"Although a group of disciples led by Chu Fan, Feng Mingtao, Jing Xiaolou and others prevented people with ulterior motives from setting fire to the mountain, Wangquan Mountain has also been evacuated."

There was a steady flow of people up and down Wudang Mountain. In a pavilion somewhere in the mountain, Taoist Juechen sat quietly and looked out into the distance, listening to the Taoist boy behind him reporting back.

"One wave after another! Xue Zheng hasn't been found yet, and something like this happened again in King Quan's dream."

Taoist Juechen shook his head slightly.

King Quan Dao is by no means just a sect, it is the Dinghai Shenzhen of the dream world, suppressing the realization of the dark thoughts of all people with ulterior motives.

Whether it is chaos or not, the royal power has the final say.

Once the royal power path disappears, a storm will arise under the calm.

"Teacher, does Grandmaster Xue's departure have something to do with his previous refusal to join the Dreamers Alliance?"

The Taoist boy looked worried, and the Dreamer Alliance had also invited Taoist Juechen.

There are millions of people who have dreamed of Xuanxing, among which 70% are Daxuan, 20% are from other countries, and 10% are overseas Xuanren.

But this does not mean that Daxuan has the absolute upper hand.

In order to attract dreamers to join, many countries, including the Golden Eagle Country, have been unimaginably generous. In the past three years, God knows how many dreamers there have been in the Dreamers Alliance.

Although Daxuan has preferential treatment for dreamers, it is impossible to reach that level.

Therefore, the current Dreamer Alliance is vaguely the largest Dreamer organization.

"Okay! My plane is about to take off."

Taoist Juechen was not in the mood to discuss the Dreamers' Alliance with his disciples. He took out his cell phone and took a look at it, then stood up and walked down the mountain:

"During my absence, you are not allowed to enter the Golden Dome or the Golden Palace privately!"

The Taoist boy looked disappointed, but he could only nod.

Huhu~

Taoist Juechen stepped down the mountain faster than expected without taking the mountain road, and soon he was on the plane.

In three years, he has made great progress.

But obviously you can’t travel faster than a plane, and that’s just for short distances. For long distances, of course you have to take a plane.

The 'Bigu Pill' he used to replenish his strength cost more than three million Daxuan coins each, and his physical strength was much more valuable than gasoline.

"Huh~"

Taoist Juechen let out a long breath, and the hot air flowed away like an arrow in the condensed air, lingering for a long time.

The scenery of Wudang Mountain is perfect, but it is snowing heavily at the foot of the mountain today.

The aftermath of the battle when the Serpent of Destruction arrived three years ago spread throughout the atmosphere, causing meteorological changes on a global scale.

According to estimates from Daxuan Observatory, it will take at least three hundred years for the aftermath of that battle to be completely digested by Xuanxing.

"Stop whoever comes!"

When Taoist Juechen stopped, it was naturally not because he was tired from the journey, but because a team of special soldiers from the Special Affairs Bureau walked out of the snow.

"Jue, Taoist Master Juechen?"

Those special forces soldiers were loaded with live ammunition. When they saw Taoist Juechen, they couldn't help but be startled, but they still didn't move away from the muzzles of their guns.

Three years ago, Tianlian Mountain was set up as a restricted area. Ordinary people could enter, but warriors and dreamers were not allowed to enter.

"This is the admission ticket."

Taoist Juechen naturally would not embarrass them, showed his ID, and walked through the checkpoint.

Huhu~

The closer we get to Tianlian Mountain, the heavier the wind and snow seem to be. It seems that the climate below the mountain is completely different from that outside.

But the wind and snow will naturally not affect Taoist Juechen.

"Just have mercy on me, this old man."

Before he went up the mountain, Taoist Juechen's heart moved as he heard long sighs coming from the mountain.

Take two quick steps up the mountain.

In the Yixin Taoist Temple, I saw the old Taoist Li Qingyuan with bulging Taoist robes, trembling and sighing:

"If you stay here for another two years, you will send me away directly!"

"What does the change in the weather have to do with me? Does the Taoist priest think that I have robbed you of your incense?"

An Qisheng smiled hoarsely, stopped carving the stone statue, and looked at Taoist Juechen who was climbing the mountain: "I have some physical inconveniences. I can't go far to welcome you. Don't be offended, Taoist Master."

"Taoist Juechen?"

Li Qingyuan realized later that he was a true Taoist who was famous all over the country. He couldn't help but bow his head in greeting.

"Taoist Master Qingyuan is too polite."

Taoist Juechen returned the gift, took a step forward, and his majestic body rushed into Yixin Taoist Temple like a ghost, and came to the front of the two men.

He only glanced at An Qisheng, his brows suddenly furrowed deeply, and he was a little frightened: "The injuries caused to you in that battle were so serious?!"

Taoist Juechen was secretly shocked.

His boxing practice is very high, and he was undoubtedly the best in the world before the rise of Mu Longcheng. He has already reached the spiritual state of "seeking good luck and avoiding evil, and the cicada will wake up before the autumn wind moves".

At this moment, one glance revealed that An Qisheng's physical condition had deteriorated to a shocking level.

It's like a piece of porcelain that was broken into pieces and then put back together with spit. It looks like it's intact, but it's actually riddled with holes.

The separation of flesh and blood is not enough to describe it.

In his perception, it was just a mixture of flesh, blood and bones!

With such an injury, anyone would die without any suspense.

"It has nothing to do with that battle, it's something that went wrong with me."

An Qisheng spoke slowly and moved slowly, carving on the stone statue with his fingertips unhurriedly: "However, it's not a big problem and it will always be solved."

Compared to the will that is as bright as the stars, the body is only a mortal level, which is like stuffing the sun into the body of an ant.

If it weren't for his extraordinary control, his body would have disintegrated long ago, leaving not even a drop of blood behind.

But for him, if he can maintain it at this time, it is naturally not a big problem.

A problem that can be solved is never a big problem.

"Your state is worrying."

Taoist Juechen frowned. Such an injury could not be cured by human power.

"It doesn't matter, I know my own body."

An Qisheng waved his hand indifferently, skipped the topic, and asked: "The Taoist priest came to me because of Master Xue's matter, right?"

His eyes were calm.

His Qi seed pervades Xuan Xing, and has reached the point where he can replace Xuan Xing's consciousness at any time and become the master of the planet.

As long as he thought about it, there weren't many things that Xuanxing could hide from him.

"I'm just quiet and restless. I came to see you. I have nothing else to do."

Taoist Juechen swept his sleeves and sat down on the ground. Hearing An Qisheng's inquiry, he just shook his head: "Xue Zheng will be fine. Even if he is, I don't need you, a seriously injured person, to come forward!"

Looking at An Qisheng, the old Taoist's beard trembled: "The warriors of Daxuan are not dead yet!"

"What the Taoist said makes sense."

An Qisheng restrained his smile, perhaps because he was dragged down by his body, and sighed inexplicably in his heart: 'If you can all stand by my side, it would be very good, very good. '

It was only a moment before An Qisheng cut him off, so fast that even Li Qingyuan didn't notice it.

"You can rest assured and recover from your injuries. If you have any requests, I will definitely do it for you."

The Taoist Juechen looked serious.

Although he was in the wild, his disciples were spread across all walks of life, and the power and connections he could mobilize were extremely amazing.

"Okay."

An Qisheng nodded, he was always happy to accept the kindness of others.

"In this case, I'll take my leave."

The Taoist Juechen was about to get up and leave.

"Master, are you in a hurry to leave?"

An Qisheng raised his finger, and a small pendant carved from the leftovers of a stone statue fell into the hands of Taoist Juechen:

"This is a small object I carved in my spare time. Master, maybe it will be useful to you when you go there."