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Buzz ~
In the dark cave, there are red and gold intertwined. When it is clear, Qidao Guang sat down on his knees.
His chest was undulating, and faintly, as if light was wandering under its membrane, intertwining.
"The difficulty of the Martial Saint is more than that of the blue sky. But it was done in the end, just..."
A breath of turbid air was exhaled, blowing out the light on the Fang Tian Huaji that was penetrated in front of him, and the Qidao light slowly opened his eyes.
In an instant, the dim cave was white, and invisible fluctuations spread, causing the entire mountain to tremble.
Pressing all the breaths and desire to roar in my heart, Qi Daoguang sighed slightly:
"After all, it's not as good as the old man..."
Forty years of practice finally broke the threshold of the trapping countless heroes and geniuses!
Countless times, he had thought about today, how happy and arbitrary he would be after breaking through.
But at this moment, he had no joy in his heart, only a faint melancholy.
That old man is gone...
Huh ~
The light of the Dao slowly closed his eyes, and the cave dimmed. It took him a long time to open his eyes again.
"Old man, I will take back your phoenix wings and gold wings. I will continue your path to immortality for you!
I will send your enemies one by one to accompany you!”
hold head high!
It seemed that a very high-pitched dragon roar broke through the mountain, and the Dao light stepped out in one step, and its body shattered the mountain wall in front of it like a dragon.
"Get out!"
Boom!
It seems that a big sun blooms in the valley, and the gloomy night dissipates instantly, and the ripples of collision are rolling around.
A figure retreated quickly and landed on the back of the dragon eagle that was flying in the sky.
"This halberd has a bit of Zhang Xuanba's style, and he is worthy of being his successor!"
The night wind blew, causing people to robe to shine, and also blew their cold laughter to all parts of the valley.
"The leader of Mitian Sect Ning Wuqiu? Do you dare to call the old man's name like a dog?"
Carrying the Fang Tian Hua Ji diagonally, Qi Daoguang swept over the person with a cold eyes, Huizhi sneered:
"Based on your foundation in the Mitian Sect, I'm afraid you can't regenerate your limbs? Who did you make a dog for?
Seven Killing God Palace, Qiankun Cave, or Eternal Tianlun Temple?”
"If you want to irritate me, you did it..."
On the back of the dragon eagle, Ning Wuqiu's eyes were cold:
"If I hadn't recovered my energy at this moment, I would have asked you to break your soul today!"
In the night forest, there is a solemn atmosphere, which is even more violent than the heavy snow in the middle of winter.
Huh ~
Qi Daoguang stood on the top of the mountain, with a long robe flying behind him, his arrogance was as bright as fire, and his sharpness was revealed:
"Missing today, even if you are vital, I will kill you like a dog!"
"Hahaha!"
Hearing this, Ning Wuqiu was not angry or shocked, but laughed back:
"It's ridiculous, pitiful! Qi Daoguang, you went to the wrong way without knowing it, and you still wanted to kill me, which is really ridiculous!"
"It's really ridiculous."
Qi Daoguang nodded in agreement:
"I miss you Ning Wuqiu. He was promoted to the Martial Saint fifty years ago and also joined the rank of the Night Demon of the Ten Capitals. But now, even when I see this old man, I want the Dragon Eagle to accompany me and dare not go to the ground..."
"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous!"
The laughter came to an abrupt end, and Ning Wuqiu's expression suddenly subsided:
"Arrogant!"
When he spit out the two words, he seemed to have no desire to speak. He shook his hand and threw it out a big red invitation:
"If you have courage, I will wait for you in Anyang!"
call!
Fang Tian's painting halberd crossed the sky, and caught that page of invitation. Under the dim moonlight, Qi Daoguang raised his eyebrows and looked moved:
"The ancients didn't deceive me..."
Forgot about the departure of the dragon eagle, a deep and brilliance flashed in his eyes:
"That old witch actually escaped? Who broke the old man's backhand..."
Qi Daoguang was shocked and angry, and he also extinguished his thoughts of slowly stabilizing the realm. While leaving the valley, he slowly stabilized the realm.
"Nie Longtian, suspected of being killed in Pingdu Mountain illusion..."
"Xu Wenji led 200,000 troops to defeat the Jinguan King You Khan, who came to the capital to resist the enemy?"
"The Seven Killing Kings outside the Frontier, restart the Eight Kings' Discussions, and collect the Eight Tribes of the Shenshan?"
"King Ding'an asked for help from all walks of life. Li Chuang, a native of Qingzhou, made himself king and summoned 800,000 elite troops to win Ding'an in one battle?"
"The seventh pass of the Mitian Sect Pass broke through the pass, and fought with the leader Ning Wuqiu three times, and gained the power of the teachings..."
"Song Tiandao's small boat disappeared without a shadow, and he was suspected to have entered the Immortal Magic Fantasy Realm?"
"The sea is full of iron, and when I return from the sea, I will collect the six major islands in the South China Sea, and the power will expand unprecedentedly..."
"Yorong was closed to death in Hantan..."
"Lisheng's mother returns to the world and invites heroes from all over the world to Anyang Prefecture, Yunzhou..."
...
Qi Daoguang couldn't help but feel a little confused after achieving major events in the world through the secret channel.
How come I feel like the change of life after being in seclusion for several months?
And seeing the latest and most recent one, his eyes couldn't help but condense:
"Northwest King Yang Yu, kill Fan Ruyi?"
Kill Fan Ruyi?!
The shock to him was far greater than the birth of Liansheng's mother. For a moment, he was a little dazed.
"He broke through?"
After reading all the information over and over again, a thought that made him frightened:
"Before he became the Martial Saint, he killed Fan Ruyi?!"
In the restaurant in the small town at noon, Qi Daoguang, which had been invincible with cold and heat, felt a chill in his heart.
How can I do this?
magic weapon?
Supernatural powers?
Taoist art?
still……
"Uncle, you have achieved success in the Martial Saint, and I must be very happy..."
Several masters from the Qi family were trembling with excitement. If they hadn't known that the place was wrong, they would have wished they could whistle to the sky.
This is the Martial Saint!
After a long time, Qi Daoguang returned to his senses, pressed all kinds of distracting thoughts into his heart, and asked in a deep voice:
"How many invitations did the old witch send?"
"this……"
Several masters from the Qi family looked at each other and shook their heads.
"The Liansheng Cult has always been known as the No. 1 religion in the world. Although it is not recognized, it is extremely powerful and spread all over the world. This invitation was not sent from one place, but from nine channels, and even many branches outside the border at the same time..."
One of the old men answered:
"I don't know how much I sent it out, but when I answered this post, I was mostly a master, and only a few of them didn't know the foundation. But I think it's very likely that they are the master of magical powers..."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The Liansheng Cult covers all the sacraments and countries. Their many religions are not comparable to ordinary sects. If you want to monitor so many branches, no one can do it except the court.
but……
"The old demon certainly has many people invited, but the one-year period is very short after all, and only those who are slightly closer can catch up...
Moreover, not many people will come.”
After saying this in one breath, the old man brought a cup of tea.
"No, most of the people who receive the invitation will go."
Qi Daoguang swept over the invitations on the table, his eyes cold:
"This is not just an invitation... it is also a threat!"
"threaten?"
"If you don't go to see her, she will come to you!"
"this……"
Several masters of the Qi family couldn't help but change their qualities.
"By the way, why did that old witch stay in Yunzhou? Logically speaking, the old nest of Liansheng Sect is in Ding'an Road..."
As he said that, Qi Daoguang seemed to have thought of something:
"Could it be because..."
"cough!"
The old man coughed lightly. Although he was in the private room and the Martial Saint was on his side, he still subconsciously transmitted the voice:
"Uncle, you guessed it right. The old witch chose Yunzhou, which is indeed related to the battle four hundred years ago..."
Four or five hundred years ago, the world was in chaos, and Liansheng Cult took advantage of the situation and raised the anti-black flag. Although it was destroyed by the court, many of the anti-kings afterwards had a great relationship with Liansheng Cult.
Including Zhang Yuanzhu.
However, after Zhang Yuanzhu gained power, he was the first to raise his butcher's knife to slash at Liansheng Sect, and it really hurt the foundation of Liansheng Sect.
"It is said that more than 400 years ago, Zhang Yuanzhu's last battle took place in Yunzhou. He fully developed the court's heritage and even the national destiny..."
Thinking of the past, Qi Daoguang's heart moved slightly.
The Qi family has been passed down for a long time, and some people even participated in that battle. He remembered some of this record in a vague way.
Even after that war, rumors spread everywhere, and some people said that the battle cut off the dragon veins in the Central Plains...
"Could it be that there are still things left by Zhang Yuanzhu in Yunzhou?"
"The uncle is a brilliant plan, and I admire him."
Hearing Qi Daoguang's murmuring, the Qi family masters couldn't help but admire him, but they didn't dare to keep him in a silence:
"A few days ago, a master secretly visited Anyang City, and found the fluctuations in the Immortal Magical Illusion..."
"The immortal magical illusion left by Zhang Yuanzhu?"
Qi Daoguang thought about something, but he didn't say much.
Put away the invitation and then ask his most concerned questions:
"Where is Prison Yang?"
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...
Wang Muzhi, who returned from Xingye, did not go directly to the Longyuan Palace, but came outside the city.
Huh ~
Under the heavy snow in early winter, the Longyuan River had already frozen everywhere, and only the arbor carriages running on the railway tracks were running day and night.
The A-car road that was built by Qi Changfa has begun to operate several years later. In the battle of Yunzhou, there were not many farmers transported, which is why.
"Chidao, carriage...that Qi Changfa is worthy of being in the position of the Divine Works."
After looking at the howling cart, Wang Muzhi sighed slightly, and carried the dying Red Blood Taoist to a temple on the banks of the Longyuan River.
This is a Dragon King Temple that has been newly built for a few years, but it has no incense because the temple owner is Yufengxian.
"Wang Muzhi?"
Sensing the arrival of the man, the temple gate suddenly opened, with a red dress behind, but the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in front.
"What are you doing?"
Yu Fengxian is always rude when he speaks, but Wang Muzhi naturally doesn't mind, so he just smiles slightly:
"The princess is becoming more and more skilled. I think she will be promoted to Martial Saint soon..."
"What, are you here to mock this princess!"
After hearing this, Yu Fengxian's face turned dark.
In recent years, with the chaos in the world, countless people in Longyuan Road were promoted to the Martial Saint on the chessboard.
Especially, after the story of Zhang Xuanba's inheritance spread.
However, it is not easy to be a Martial Saint. Even if she inherited her grandfather and Zhang Xuanba’s inherited true energy, she was still a little short of being able to knock on the door.
In addition, her Taoist fruit is far from approaching Shidu...
Therefore, in the past few months, whenever someone mentioned the Martial Saint, she felt very upset.
"Of course not..."
Wang Muzhi was silent, but he didn't care, so he threw the Red Blood Taoist to the ground:
"It's really not to be hiding it. Wang is here to use this person to exchange for the place of Yunzhou..."
"impossible!"
Yu Fengxian refused completely, and the phoenix eyes were filled with evil:
"Wang Muzhi, don't think that you are the Martial Saint, you can bully my Longyuan lineage at will! I am not afraid to tell you that even though you are the Martial Saint, I may not be able to do anything to you!"
"Yes, yes, yes. The princess is the inheritor appointed by Prince Zhao. He is not a match for Wang, but..."
Taking a step back and avoiding the Qinglong Yanyue Sword that was slashing horizontally, Wang Muzhi sighed:
"Can't you listen to me finish? This person is..."
boom!
The sword light suddenly appeared, accompanied by the earth-shaking sound of the sword. This was clearly the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, but Wang Muzhi faintly noticed the shadow of the phoenix wings gaze gold.
The princess who took over Zhang Xuanba's mantra has gradually undergone an incredible transformation, which makes him feel threatened.
"Even if he is the King of Heaven, he won't be able to do it!"
Without saying a word, he fought hard.
Yu Fengxian's temperament has always been strong. When she was young, it was because her parents died young, but now it is because she has become the backbone of Longyuan and must not show her duties and weakness.
Retreat again and again, Wang Muzhi took advantage of the situation and said his purpose: "Actually, Wang is because of my junior brother..."
call!
The sword he cut out suddenly retracted, Yu Fengxian coughed lightly, looking at the old saying that looked like a coke on the ground:
"Who is this person? If you can convince grandma, you won't be able to discuss it..."
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...
"The sky is the tent and the ground is the felt, and the sun, moon, stars and morning accompany me to sleep!"
It seems like a rooster crowing, dispelling the night sky, and the red sun comes out of the east, scattering endless light.
The moment when the divine will touch the human race bag, all perceptions in Yang Yu's ears and hearts were filled with the fiery and masculine fist.
This is not the first time he has sensed this extremely domineering boxing intention, but until now, his achievements in the Martial Saint are still amazed.
Three thousand years of ancient history, the stars are shining, and there are too many geniuses and heroes, but no matter how they are arranged, the person in front of them must be one of the few people in the top.
His civil and military skills are not inferior to any emperor in ancient and modern times, and his martial arts achievements are also comparable to those of the Bodhidharma and the sloppy Taoist, and they can be called a monument.
but……
The moment the Tiangang Fist's intention suddenly arose, Yang Yu also moved.
He came prepared and at this moment he put his all his strength into it. His will boiled like a flame, turning into a substantial fist spirit and emptied it out.
Using arrows to transform fist is Tianyiquan and also the Four Symbol Fist!
Buzz!
The blazing fist exploded in front of my eyes.
Compared to the boxing intention of the supreme martial saint in front of him, Yang Yu's boxing intention seemed to be destroyed at one touch, but this was the essence of his punch.
Zhang Yuanzhu's Tiangang Fist covers the eight wildernesses and combines the domineering nature. His punch is like the fiery sun and the bright moon.
Like the breeze, like thunder and lightning...
This is the essence of martial arts he has practiced for twenty years, and it is also the inspiration of his martial arts at its best.
How can I suppress this Tiangang Fist in the vastness of the sky?!
You know, this is one of the martial arts monuments that Zhang Xuanba respects at the end of his life...
call!
With one punch, Yang Yu was completely empty.
For this moment, he practiced hard in the Bodhidharma Enlightenment for three years, and he didn't know how many times he was defeated by this fist intention.
At this moment, light burst out, and for a moment, it seemed that the Tiangang Fist was completely suppressed.
‘It’s done?!’
Before this thought could pass by, it had dissipated invisibly. In such a fierce collision, Yang Yu couldn't help but shake his heart for a moment.
At this moment, for the first time, he saw the depths of the dazzling fist.
In a trance, he seemed to see the emperor's crown and the extremely strong body under the flying dragon robe.
And, that deafening whistle:
"I am a commoner in Dongyang, so what is the heaven and earth added to me?"
Boom!
The huge courtyard was trembling, and black iron ingots about a foot high piled up inside and fell to the ground.
"I'm careless..."
Crystal blood beads overflowed from the mouth, nose, seven orifices, and even the pores all over the body.
Yang Yu's eyes were dark and his brain was buzzing. A collision of fist intentions was even more sinister and more exhausted than a battle with the Martial Saint.
The boxing intention left by this Ming Taizu was so powerful that it was beyond his imagination.
At that moment, he almost thought he had seen Zhang Xuanba in his peak state...
"This boxing intention may be more precious than the human race bag..."
He gently stroked the bloody and swollen sky eye between his eyebrows. This thought arose in his mind, but he did not tease the boxing intention that he had already accommodated into the sky eye.
Instead, he weighed the veterinary bag:
Chapter completed!