Great Dao Ji

"Alas."

Looking at the monk walking away, Li Yan sighed deeply.

People are not plants and trees, who can be heartless? Separation of life and death has always been a great pain in life. He empathizes with Shi Xinlong's experience. Seven years ago, his elder brother died in a mission.

"Mr. Li, what should we do next?"

The young man in camouflage came over and asked in a low voice.

Li Yan was silent for a moment and asked:

"Wang Hu, are you afraid of death?"

Wang Hu was startled, then stood at attention and answered:

"Die for the country, die for a good cause, I am not afraid of death!"

"Die for the country"

Li Yan looked disappointed and nodded:

"Call the police in Taiguo and ask to retrieve all nearby surveillance and check all suspicious people around, especially pay attention to a young man in a white sportswear!"

An Qisheng's body was not found here, so he is very likely not dead!

Whether he was held hostage or fled elsewhere, only by finding him can we find out what happened.

"Yes!"

Wang Hu saluted and accepted.

Wang Hu retreated. In the night, Li Yan looked at the endless and deep ocean and silently said in his heart:

"Don't die, An Xuedi"

In the woods dozens of kilometers away from Taiguo Bay, An Qisheng was casually roasting a wild rabbit next to the bonfire.

He had the Qigong Pill on him, so he didn't need to eat anything.

But the mysterious man asked him to rest, so he didn't care.

Not far away, Tong Zhengyang sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and regulated his breath.

The barren environment of this world destined that his injuries could not heal quickly. Even those military ration pills, swallowed in large quantities, only restored his mobility.

It was almost impossible to recover his injuries.

In fact, under his black clothes, there was still a huge wound between his chest and abdomen. When he took off his clothes, his internal organs could be clearly seen.

"Wangquan Sword, Wangquan Sword"

Tong Zhengyang closed his eyes and kept communicating with the Wangquan Sword in his body.

The mother-child Wangquan sword is the Wangquan Dao's magic weapon. There are eight swords in total, which are combined with the eight trigrams and respond to all things. The one he got is one of them, the Wangquan Xun sword.

The Wangquan sword is like iron but not iron, like air but not air, invisible and intangible, can perform hundreds of weapons, and can transform into the invisible.

Before it recognized its master, he just locked it in his body with flesh and blood.

Even if he trapped it with flesh and blood, his spirit was also under great pressure.

If he wanted to activate it, the consumption was even more terrifying and unimaginable.

That day in the Golden Eagle Empire, he activated the Wangquan sword once, and then he fell into the sea and pretended to be dead for several months. If it weren't for the whale fall, he would have almost starved to death on the bottom of the sea.

He didn't want to encounter another pursuit like the Golden Eagle Kingdom.

"The speed is too slow"

An Qisheng turned the branch in his hand, and in his half-closed vision, the spiritual imprint was still collecting.

Tai Country is not big. Even if they don't take any transportation, it won't take long for them to cross the borders of several countries to reach Daxuan at their speed.

Although he guessed that this mysterious man didn't want to face Daxuan's siege again after experiencing the pursuit of the Golden Eagle Country.

But as long as he entered Daxuan, he probably wouldn't care about killing him casually.

For this reason, he raced against time and almost gave up dreaming, concentrating on collecting spiritual imprints.

But I don't know if this person is too powerful, or because he left too few traces between heaven and earth, so he can't speed up at all.

More importantly, he was secretly worried.

"Will this person who enters the dream happen to something like Mr. Yangming?"

An Qisheng glanced at Tong Zhengyang inadvertently, and his heart was not calm.

Even if the man restrained his whole body aura, in his perception, it was like a beast lying beside him, and there was a looming sharpness on his body.

"Huh!"

Tong Zhengyang opened his eyes and frowned:

"The King's Sword is obviously very active, why is it more and more repelling me?"

He couldn't help but touch his arm.

The King's Sword was extremely oppressive to him, and his arm meridians and bones were almost always cut by the sword energy that was sharp to the limit.

Before the future world, he could still suppress it, but after coming to this world, this place without any spiritual energy, he had no progress at all, and the King's Sword almost became a beast that devoured his flesh and blood.

He took the bag on his body, grabbed a handful and swallowed it without even looking at it.

"That's, military ration pills? Or high-level military ration pills, swallowing so many at a time"

An Qisheng's heart moved.

It can be seen that the man swallowed Fusang's military ration pills.

Compared to the nutrient solution of the Golden Eagle Country and the Bigu Pill of Daxuan, Fusang's military ration pills are inferior, but they are also better than the Ganges Holy Water of the Three Indian Countries.

High-level military ration pills are enough to attack masters above the Dan level.

One pill is enough for Dan to be used for a day. That person swallowed more than dozens of pills at once.

Gulp~

Like a stone falling into a deep well, Tong Zhengyang's stomach thundered, and his stomach and intestines trembled like a meat grinder. In an instant, he had digested these military ration pills that were as hard as iron.

A trace of hot current surged around his body. Tong Zhengyang opened his mouth and exhaled a stream of gray-white air.

Whoosh~

The air hissed, and the air flow was like an arrow, instantly flying more than 20 meters, penetrating the rock, and shooting deep into the ground.

"Exhale into a sword, this flesh"

An Qisheng shook his wrist, shook off the grease dripping from the rabbit meat, shifted his gaze, and swallowed the rabbit meat in big mouthfuls.

Breathing out breath into a sword is a myth to ordinary people, but there are people in the martial arts world who can do it.

According to ancient books, when Gu Changfeng's kung fu was perfected, he used methods such as holding iron into mud, breathing out breath into swords, and chewing iron and stone to shock the chaotic martial arts world at that time.

This person

Hu~

Tong Zhengyang flicked a dark yellow pill with his hand, and it broke through the air and landed in front of An Qisheng:

"You know this thing too?"

An Qisheng glanced at the military ration pills on the grass and nodded slightly: "Fusang military ration pills, I have seen it in the picture."

"I heard that Daxuan's bigu pills are far more powerful than military ration pills, and are the most nutritious food in the world. Have you seen it?"

Tong Zhengyang's eyes were calm and his voice was calm:

"Where can you get this thing?"

"He wants bigu pills? Yes, he can breathe out breath into a sword, his body must be strong, without enough nutritional support, he will be as weak as Mr. Yangming"

After understanding this person's purpose, An Qisheng was certain in his heart

There is no power that comes out of thin air in the world. A strong body needs more abundant nutritional support. He has long understood this truth.

"Bigu Pills are strategic materials of the Daxuan military. Apart from the military, no other place can produce Bigu Pills."

An Qisheng replied calmly:

"To obtain Bigu Pills, one must join the military security system, and the other must join the law enforcement warrior team. In addition..."

At this point, An Qisheng paused, looked at Tong Zhengyang, and said word by word:

"The Daxuan army is the best in the world, and the land battle is the best in the world."

You want to rob it, but you can't do it!

"The best in the world"

Tong Zhengyang's eyes suddenly moved, looking into the distance:

"Come on, come out."

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