Chapter 165: Omaten 700 years ago

Hum ~
Waves set off in perspective.
The intangible and inexperienced mental power trembled slightly, drawing the outline of the human skin in An Qisheng's perspective.
With the enhancement of An Qisheng's mental strength, his imagination ability increased day by day.
In a single thought, the outline of other objects can be drawn in my mind.
From another perspective, if he is a master, he will not leave a piece of human skin for nothing. There is absolutely nothing in this human skin.
As he thought, the human skin in his perspective began to tremble.
"what?"
An Qisheng's heart moved, and he opened his eyes, and saw that the man's skin was wriggling like life.
Gradually a line of text emerges:
"It's been 700 years, it's been 700 years! Finally, finally someone found it, and finally someone found it ..."
This doesn't seem to be left over text.
It was something in this man's skin that was talking ...
Somewhat interesting.
An Qisheng's eyes flashed.
Sure enough, the text on the man's skin changed again:
"Boy guy! Have the eight major soldiers of this age ever appeared?"
"Boy?"
A hint of consternation in An Qisheng's heart was depressed, and he said lightly:
"What are you again?"
The human skin roll was slightly stagnant, and it seemed that the reaction to An Qisheng was a bit incomprehensible. Then, the human skin roll moved, and the text on it changed again:
"I am a skyscraper!"
"Big Ferris?"
An Qisheng's hands were long beards, his eyes flashed: "I haven't heard of them."
"never heard of that?!"
The text on the human skin looks scrawled:
"It's only 700 years, it's only 700 years ..."
An Qisheng pinched the more shiny and translucent human skin and said:
"I'm not interested in who you are, I'm more curious, what exactly are you and what is the reason for existence ..."
A conscious person's skin?
How does it retain this consciousness?
Immortal?
soul?
Or something else?
"This god's veins are complete, the flesh is gone and the will is forever, immortal!"
The writing pen on the human skin rolls away the dragon and snake, and it contains a forceful will, which makes people daunting.
"After the spirit reaches a certain level, it can exist without the physical body? This is somewhat similar to the Yuan Shen in the previous legend ..."
An Qisheng looked thoughtfully at this man.
He is very sensitive in spirit, and naturally knows that it is not the sheepskin that speaks, but one of the invisible and imprinted spiritual marks.
However, a pure spirit can exist without dependence.
It should be the aura between heaven and earth, not his spirit that can really reach this level.
However, being able to survive spiritually for seven hundred years, this spiritual imprint is naturally extremely arrogant.
"A picture of the road ..."
With a break in his heart, An Qisheng communicated a picture of the Tao deep in his soul:
"Can this piece of human hide be converted to Daoli?"
Hum ~
Deep in the soul, the Tao image trembles slightly, and the light flows like water:
[Is the power of discovery discovered, converted? 】
"You! What did you do? !!!"
Almost at the same time, the text on the man's skin became extremely scribbled, and that consciousness was shocked.
At this moment, it felt endless horror, as if it could not help itself in the moment of life and death.
"no."
After glancing at the extremely scribbled words, An Qisheng thought about it seriously, and didn't choose to change the power.
Among the long-awaited realms, the most attractive nature to him is the Qi and Shen veins.
Qimai has many encounters. Although there are still secrets, he is basically understood. Only this vein, so far, he has never met one.
There is no way to guess or know.
After all, the territory of Jiufu Realm is far wider than Xuan Xing, and the population is more than Xuan Xing. It is not easy to meet those masters.
This man's skin is suspected of being left by the veins, and it seems that he knows the Eight Heavenly Gods and Soldiers.
"You, what is your means? Who are you?"
The horror faded, and words immediately appeared on the human skin.
An Qisheng ignored it, rolled it up, and tucked it into his sleeve.
"Director."
Tieshan strode forward, and the three have been buried intact.
"Let's go."
An Qisheng took a deep look at somewhere in the dark night and turned to leave.
Tieshan thoughtfully and quickly followed.
...
In a forest not far from here.
All of them were silent.
After a long silence, a hoarse voice sounded:
"Xue Chaoyang, he died unjustly ..."
The moonlight was flowing, and in the crimson night, a thin man stood with a knife in his arms, staring straight at the ruins under the night, looking dignified.
Hearing the husky voice, he turned to look at another indifferent middle-aged man in a black dress and asked:
"Zhu Luyang, if you change to you, what are the tricks to kill these three?"
The middle-aged Zhuo Luyang in black was silent for a moment, and then started hoarsely:
"Although these three people are just condensing Xiao Zhoutian's pulse, but under the three people's cooperation, I can't kill them all unless they fight with me."
"You're right, although there is a gap between the size of the Zhou Tianning Qi pulse, but the Qi pulse is the Qi pulse, so the three people were killed so neatly. Xue Chaoyang and Tuoba are not dead.
The thin knives nodded slightly:
"However, with the strength he showed this time, it was not enough to be tied with Yun Haitian. Yun Haitian traveled tens of thousands of years ago, broke through the innate defense line of the Qiqiang pulse, killed one of them, and injured four. I have the power to escape from the King of Red Exercise ... "
"Fang Yuhong, what do you want to say?"
Zhu Luyang frowned slightly.
"I mean, although this person's martial arts is above me, he is not as invincible as the sea of ​​clouds and sky."
Fang Yuhong stood with his sword in his arms, his eyes faint:
"So, I don't think it's rush to close the net. Instead, let's release the news, use his hand to disturb the martial arts, and cut off these restless martial arts masters ..."
"You are playing with fire."
Zhuo Luyang's eyes were condensed, and he did not want to agree:
"Although Yun Haitian is strong, but his path has been cut, this person's path has not been cut! If he goes all the way to martial arts masters and condenses the general situation to promote the veins, then I can't make it!"
"God vein?"
Fang Yuhong sneered again and again:
"This old Taoist is ninety-three this year, and there is absolutely no such reason for being late in life! Even if he is robbing the spirits, but it is not wishful thinking to use his inner strength to condense his veins."
"Capturing the spirits is something that happened 700 years ago. I still don't know if he and the six prisoners are the same to capture the inner strength of others .... If it has the ability to purify the internal strength ... What about? "
Zhuo Luyang still has some doubts.
It ’s now 700 years ago that Jinghongyi ’s magical skills have been captured. There is not much information about this magical skills, but after all, the spiritual master is a person who has confronted the soldiers and must have completed the veins. .
"There are so many people in the world, with a population of tens of billions. The masters are like a river crossing the river, but there are very few people in the veins. Although this old Taoist priest has an adventure, there are not a few people in the world who can compare with the spirit demon!"
Fang Yuhong's eyes were light:
"The veins have geometry?"
Zhuoluyang frowned slightly:
"Are you jealous?"
"Jealous? What a joke!"
Fang Yuhong sneered, with dread and disdain:
"The spirit of man is as little as the rising sun, the middle age is like the red sun, and the twilight is as thin as the sun! The older you are, the less chance you have to be promoted! The age at which this old thing enters the earth is also worthy of success?"
"Master God has said that you are the master of this operation, you have the final say."
Zhuo Luyang shook his head slightly and temporarily agreed.
Without him, with the people led by him and Fang Yuhong, self-protection is enough, but the chance of slaying the old Taoist priest is not great.
Although they are carrying killers, must the old Taoist priests show everything?
.......
"These people are really cautious ..."
At night, An Qisheng walked for a while, feeling the breath behind him far away.
As early as half a month ago, he found the person following him.
It was just that these people were very cautious, never approached, and kept at a safe distance. They went on their own, they went on their own, they stopped on their own, and they stopped.
Whenever they showed signs of turning back, they drove away.
This time he thought that those people would take the shot while Feng Zhenzong and others shot together, but didn't want them to show up.
"Following is Fang Yuhong."
Iron Mountain suddenly spoke, with a hint of disgust:
"This side Yu Hong is very luxurious and luxurious. His family is rich and magnificent. His beautiful wife is coquettish and the daughter-in-law is as many as dozens!"
Six gates and six famous names are different. Xue Chaoyang is all alone, and Fang Yuhong's wives are in groups.
They are also considered the least threatened figures.
Because Fang Yuhong had dozens of sons and daughters, almost none of them stayed in his house. Almost all of them were driven out of the house.
Are truly ruthless people.
He was also the one he hated the most.
"Fang Yuhong ..."
An Qisheng was thoughtful.
He was naturally aware of the arrests of the six doors.
This side Yu Hong is considered to be the most vicious person among them. The killing is far less than that of Xue Chaoyang, but his reputation is even worse than that of Xue Chaoyang.
"This person is good at tracking, and few of the people he is following can escape his tracking."
Tieshan shook his head slightly.
"Good at tracking, let him follow."
An Qisheng smiled and didn't seem to care.
Mindful, asking:
"I don't know if you've ever heard of a skyscraper ..."
Along the way, the skin of the man in his sleeves never rested, squirming frantically to get his attention.
"Big Ferris?"
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"Master, where did you hear the name?"
"I heard it by accident. Have you heard the name?"
An Qisheng's eyes brightened.
Although he had the ability to dream, and once dreamed of Tieshan, he did not remember all his memories. This was unnecessary and meaningless.
After all, a lot of useless memory is also a burden on the brain.
"The name Ferris wheel, I have seen it in the case storehouse of Liumen ..."
Tieshan was lost in thought.
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