Great Dao Ji

After being shocked, Tong Zhengyang was a little bit dumbfounded.

The name An Qisheng is ordinary in this world, but in his world, it is very popular.

The founder of the royal power, who controlled the changes of dynasties for three thousand years and killed no one in the world who dared to call himself emperor. He was so majestic in the world for a period of time, and his reputation was passed down to future generations for three thousand years. He was a generation of heavenly beings and the supreme grandmaster.

The first royal Taoist.

Just call An Qisheng.

He was the most talented man in the world in ten thousand years, the creator of the peerless divine weapon, the Son-Mother Royal Sword.

Are you worthy of this name?

Tong Zhengyang felt funny in his heart, as if Daxuan people heard someone with the same name as Taizu.

In his world, no one dared to name him for three thousand years.

"my name"

Listening to the mysterious man's obviously fluctuating voice, An Qisheng also felt a strange feeling in his heart.

I don’t know why my name can surprise the person behind me.

"Are you worthy?"

Tong Zhengyang sneered and shook his head:

"Let's go."

This young man's name is a blasphemy to the ancestor to anyone who believes in royal power.

But the hatred between him and Wang Quan was as deep as the sea. When he heard this name, the murderous intention in his heart dissipated a little.

Being insulted for no reason, An Qisheng was naturally filled with hatred, but he didn't show it at all on his face.

He knew that the man behind him might kill him at any time, but there was nothing he could do, at least for the time being.

But there may not be any way.

"This person's brand collection is very slow, very slow. At this rate, it will take at least three days."

As he walked, An Qisheng's spirit never stopped.

At the edge of his perspective, strands of light were entangled, slowly but firmly sketching.

That was the spiritual imprint of the person behind him.

Dream!

An Qisheng has never been so eager to dream of someone.

And it's not to learn the exercises, but to urgently find out the weakness of the person behind him.

Then kill him!

Time passed, and in a blink of an eye, the sun set over the west mountain, and night fell. The moonlight fell like water on the beach, and the sea in the night was deep and calm.

"This is junior brother's car!"

On the straight road, among the driving off-road vehicles, Shi Xinlong's eyes suddenly focused and he saw the vehicles on the edge of the road in the distance.

"What happened, that junior brother would send such a message?"

Shi Xinlong was worried.

During the day, he received a text message from Shi Xinwu. The text message was very brief and asked them not to pursue him.

After that, he called, but no one answered.

Li Yan rubbed his temples with a solemn expression.

He had a very bad feeling.

"Everyone is on alert and getting off the bus in batches."

Li Yan gave an order and the car slowly stopped.

Phew~

Shi Xinlong opened the car door and stepped to the side of the vehicle abandoned by An Qisheng and the others.

“no one”

Shi Xinlong looked around. Under the night, there was only a car not far away, but there was no trace of anyone.

"No one?"

Li Yan got out of the car and was still making calls on the phone in his hand.

Along the way, he didn't stop calling.

"Junior brother and Mr. An should have chased here and found traces of Miao Xiong and others. The reason why they abandoned the car must be because the place where they escaped cannot drive."

Shi Xinlong was anxious, but he didn't panic:

"Master Li, look along the beach. Not long ago, there must be traces left behind."

"Be careful, leave one person waiting for An Feng, and the rest follow me!"

Li Yan nodded, turned around and gave instructions, then glanced at Shi Xinlong:

"Master, remember not to panic. No matter what you see, don't be impulsive, let alone take action. If something goes wrong, retreat immediately!"

Li Yan knew something was wrong. If the three of them didn't answer the phone, there must be something wrong.

But something went wrong with all three of them. Just a few of them, taking random actions, meant nothing except delivering food.

"rest assured."

Shi Xinlong replied lightly, turned around and stepped into the night, running towards the beach.

"Don't worry."

Li Yan sighed softly and walked to the beach with a few people.

At this time, Shi Xinlong's back could no longer be seen.

The footprints on the beach have not yet dispersed, and Li Yan and others followed the footprints and chased them.

More than fifty minutes passed.

I don't know how far away, Li Yan heard a grief-stricken roar.

"This is Shi Xinlong's voice!"

Li Yan's heart sank and he immediately started running wildly.

The speed of the few of them was far less than that of Shi Xinlong, and they chased for more than ten minutes before they saw Shi Xinlong roaring like a mad elephant under the night cover from a distance.

"Junior brother! Junior brother! Junior brother!!"

Shouts of endless pain echoed over the sea.

Li Yan quickly approached and saw the great monk Shi Xinlong kneeling on the beach, his face blood red, tears streaming down his face, and his whole body trembling.

"That, that is"

Li Yan turned his eyes and saw two headless corpses under the coconut tree.

He was shocked.

He had come into contact with many dead people, and he could tell at a glance that the two great monks were not decapitated, but had their heads hammered into their stomachs!

What a cruel method is this? !

"Junior brother!"

Shi Xinlong was trembling all over and burst into tears.

They grew up in the Shaolin Temple. They practiced martial arts together, chanted sutras, served as coaches together, and opened a martial arts school together. They were called brothers, but they were closer than real brothers.

Seeing the two junior brothers die so miserably, his heart was as sharp as a knife, and he almost wished that he was the one who died.

Li Yan glanced around.

A ship ran aground on the beach, and there was a headless corpse not far away. Even closer, four corpses were lying in a mess. There were only signs of a violent fight there.

Li Yan stepped forward and held Shi Xinlong's shoulders:

"My condolences, Master, but this is not the time to be sad. We must find the murderer of the two masters!"

At this time, the elite gunmen following Li Yan also finished surveying the scene and came over.

"Miao Xiong and others are all dead. There is also a body with mutilated parts that seem to have been washed away by the sea. Other than that, no trace of Mr. An was found."

The young man in camouflage reported in a low voice.

"There is no body of An Qisheng"

Li Yan's heart moved. Shi Xinlong had raised his head, his eyes were red and the corners of his mouth were bloody:

"That person who can torture and kill my two junior brothers must be a master above the Dan Gang realm. Mr. An may not be immune to this either."

"Master, are you okay?"

Li Yan was a little worried.

"Nothing happened. In great sorrow, my spleen was broken."

Shi Xinlong's voice was hoarse.

Shi Xinlong was extremely sad, but he also understood that there was nothing he could do.

The reason why Shi Xinlu and Shi Xinlu can become the face of contemporary Shaolin people traveling together with him is naturally because their kung fu is extremely high.

There is even hope of holding a pill.

Coupled with An Qisheng, who was suspected of turning strength, the three of them couldn't even escape together. It was conceivable that the enemy was no longer something he could deal with.

He stood up slowly and picked up the bodies of Shi Xinlu and the others:

"I want to contact Shaolin and send my junior brother home. I'll leave it to Mr. Li to find someone."

After that, he ignored Li Yan, hugged the two corpses, walked into the night, and disappeared gradually.