Chapter 221: Wang Quan? Kingship!

The squall wind rolled up thousands of snow.
In the snow, An Qisheng looked at Zhongzhou.
Between the opening and closing of the eyes, I can feel an indescribably strong aura.
Zhongzhou, Fengdu, is the best place for Dafeng.
If you say that Huangjue Temple is the gathering place of Liangzhou Qiyun, then Zhongzhou is the gathering place of Qifeng 72 states, many prefectures, countless counties and counties.
丰 And that Fengdu is the center of this world's strongest country.
The Qi is as thick as the stars, and the Qi is as intense as the true dragon.
Xuanyao can feel the heavy national movement of tens of thousands of people and vast territory within a distance of 6,000 miles.
"God, god, ..."
Looking at the sky, An Qisheng muttered to himself.
Seeing that God's body is in full shape, his body is full of energy and flawlessness. So far, all the gains he has made in the two realms have been thoroughly absorbed by him.
Inner strength, true energy, nourishment of heaven and earth, exchange of blood, holding Dan, see God is not bad control, so far, he has completely reached the peak of the body known to the two realms.
Whether it is the Grand Master from Xuan Xinggu to this time, or the Grand Master from Jiu Fu Jie Gu to this time, he will not surpass him on pure body.
At this point, he was very clear.
At this time, Yokohama was ahead of him, and there was only 'God'.
As soon as I thought, my body moved with it, slowly moving forward, like a mountain displacement.
Woohoo ~~~
Han Han swooped down, the large dragon claws lowered down, grabbed three large iron boxes in the claws, and then rose into the air.
蛟 This chill is more than ten feet long and weighs more than 200,000 kilograms. Picking up iron ingots that weigh more than a thousand kilograms is naturally nothing.
"Dao Chief, Dao Chief! Take me, take me with you!"
I lied on the head of Hanyu, and the little monk Liuming clutching the dragon horns shouted.
Purr ~
Howling snow blew, blowing his voice into the sky.
He looked down, and saw that the man had been pacing in the snow and drifting away.
He grabbed the spear and walked slowly.
Under the fluttering robe, his body seemed to be loose and he was carrying a heavy spear, but there was no footprint left under his feet.
I shot one person and went straight to Zhongzhou.
The young monk looked at him, his steps were clear and slow, and every move was like a fairy, but in his heart he only felt that he was walking between the steps, as heavy as a mountain.
Coexistence and importance, but fluent and natural.
Is this so important?
Xiao Xiao monk flashed such a thought in her heart, and she yearned for it.
Husband ，, when so!
........
In the blizzard, An Qisheng paced forward.
He was quiet, everything seemed to settle under the sea of ​​the heart, and all the past things flowed under the sea of ​​the heart without ripples.
Walking on foot, want to come is the most cleansing means.
Between heaven and earth, one person walks alone, and if heaven and earth coexist with me, there is nothing else.
He has been in the floating world for more than a year, and his martial arts progress has surpassed anyone's imagination. However, at this time, he may slow down.
Fast, slow, tight, all scenery.
I can't do without one.
My heart is sent, but God is tight.
Between the paces, his mind seemed to be scattered into countless pieces, dreamers and dreamers, demonstrators of martial arts demonstrating martial arts, spectators of meditation, polishing of the gods, polishing of the gods, and even resting and sleeping.
He is well organized and goes hand in hand.
At this point, he is much higher than the state of deep sleep during exercise, and sleep has been completely separated by him.
Awake all the time, and sleep all the time.
"Amitabha."
It didn't take long for me to march, and a Wenrun Buddha whistled the wind and snow, and echoed in An Qisheng's ears.
Wu Anqisheng kept walking, still pacing, raised his eyebrows and looked.
老 An old monk sat cross-legged beside the road where the wind and snow stopped in the distance.
The old monk is very old and very old. When he is old enough to look at it, he seems to see the mottled city wall that has gone through many years, or the old tree full of insects and leaves.
But in the eyes of An Qisheng, the old monk sat cross-legged, but sat in the temple like a great Buddha, surrounded by fireworks.
He is not a nine-day Buddha, but a human Buddha, not a born Buddha, but a red dust Buddha.
Its breath is as magnificent as mountains, sitting cross-legged, the snow and snow between heaven and earth seem to have disappeared.
The avenue is empty, but it gives the illusion that there is no way to go.
Here and now, there is no need to say more to those who can give him such a sense.
"The master finally came out and saw me."
Luan Qisheng was not surprised.
In fact, as long as he set foot in Huangjue Temple, the two already knew each other's existence.
I just did n’t show up, and An Qisheng naturally didn't seek it out.
Just as if he didn't want anyone to see himself, no one could find him.
The old monk and old monk's eyes were all murky. Looking at An Qisheng who was walking, he could not help sighing:
"Until this time, the old monk was also hard to believe that a person's physique can be overbearing."
Heaven and earth people.
Between heaven and earth, one person walks alone.
Stuck in his induction, the vitality of the person in front of him had already been forced to an incredible level.
In other words, this looks.
Xun Weitian can compete with it for the sense of existence, and the rest of the world seems to have no attention from him alone.
"The master's will is also earth-shattering."
Wu Anqisheng finally stopped and looked at the old monk outside 199 feet.
Just as the landscape has never been there, some people see trees, some people see flowers, some people see birds, animals, insects, and fish, but only a few people can see the true color of the landscape.
Just like this old monk, some people saw him drowsy and old, some people saw his loose membrane, wrinkles on his face, and his skin was full of age spots.
But in his induction.
But the maggots are empty and hollow, as thick as the sky.
So far, how much better is God than the Red Sun King?
Even if Heng Lian was first formed, the magic soldier was at hand, and his combat power was much stronger than when he killed the veins, he was not sure that he could beat the old monk.
的 A peerless master who practiced for nearly three hundred years, the third leader of the right path on the weapon spectrum, Huangjue Temple killed the Luohan and rested.
The old monk sighed softly:
"It's just a few more years, nothing great."
In a few words, An Qisheng said lightly:
"Here is the master, what's the matter?"
"Without him, just want to see you, ..."
The old monk's eyes rippled and he spoke word by word:
"Royal King!"
Wang Wangquan?
Kingship?
Luan Qisheng stared at the light and heard something strange from the old monk's words.
Inadvertently, he thought of going to Huangjue Temple, no matter Sanyin or Sankong, calling himself "all the kings and Taoists" instead of "the kings and Taoists."
He didn't think about it at that time, after all, the accents of different states differed, maybe it was wrong.
But he didn't know until then.
Bash them, nothing wrong.
"It's always good to live a long time."
The old monk did not seem to see the changes in An Qisheng, and said to himself:
"Be able to experience many things that others cannot experience, and see things that others cannot see ..."
Deep in the light of Lu Anqisheng's eyes, a trace of white light appeared in Tao Yitu.
He breathed slowly, 恍 If nothing happened, he asked:
"What do you see?"
"See many, many ..."
The old monk folded his hands and chanted a Buddha's name:
"Just, say no, say no."
Luan Qisheng raised a brow slightly: "So it's boring, but also very boring."
"The old monk lived for a long time, how can he make a mystery? But, no one can hear it and no one can hear it ..."
The old monk smiled dumbly, but slowly stood up.
He took a closer look at An Qisheng and sighed:
"Unfortunately, I am too old to see that day ..."
Sunda's words carried a trace of ancient desolation, which was a pity, some hope, and some envy.
He seems to have a lot to say.
But at the end, I just sighed and turned into the snow:
"Everything is impermanent, the living is bound to die, and the dead is the best ...."
The uncle's words fluttered, and the old monk had disappeared into the snow.
I do not know how to come, as I do.
Luan Qisheng stood in the snow and didn't seem to catch up to ask.
A moment later, he suddenly laughed:
"If you don't say, I don't know?"
Laughter wandered, but also stepped into the snow.
........
Qiliang Prefecture, Liutai Fucheng.
Yanliutai Fucheng is the closest capital to Huangjuefu.
清 In the early morning of this day, as soon as the city gate was opened, one person came out.
I saw the snow howling, the man was running like a dragon, and the snow behind him was rising high, like the wind dragon roaring.
His speed is incredible.
It made all the soldiers guarding the city horrified. Pedestrians and merchants in the past evaded one after another. If they could not escape, they would turn over their horses and drop the goods.
"Come, stop here!"
The soldiers guarding the city issued a warning, and the trembling soldiers stepped forward.
Above the ramparts, the guarding soldiers even opened their bowstrings and crossbows and issued warnings at the same time.
"Tai Shifu's work, idlers must not block!"
Ji Jiba heard a long howl, but the speed did not decrease.
The utterances of Wuyan spontaneously reverberated. They had knocked over an unknown number of trucks, smashed the long swords guarding the soldiers, and stormed into the city.
"Tai Shifu?"
Many soldiers looked at each other and wondered what to do.
Xi Jiba rushed into the city, and instantly turned over several streets ~ EbookFREE.me ~ into an inconspicuous tofu square.
"who?"
The sword came out of the tofu house, and the soldiers burst into battle.
More than ten silhouettes rushed out and made a sound of cold drinking.
"Tai Shifu Ji Ba, here is to borrow Jin Yuwei's golden feather eagle!"
Ji Ji made eight sounds like thunder, and she was so angry that she turned over ten people to the ground.
He then took out the token of Taishifu.
"Tai Shifu?"
The Jin Yiwei's undercover detectives who had been shaken to the ground were all changed. After receiving the token, they immediately fell to the ground:
"Jin Yiwei sneaks into Sikong Vortex, He Chengshuang ... I've seen grown up!"
"Hold out Jin Yuying soon, 100,000 rush!"
Xi Jiba's chest was undulating and her breath was almost exploding.
Jin Yuyu is very precious. Often, there are only one or two in a large state. He travels day and night and crosses three capitals before arriving here.
He is the body of Qi Qi, and he can't bear it anymore.
But he knows that the matter is too serious. If it is slow, he is afraid to be killed alive by Taishi.
"Yes Yes."
The look of several Jin Yiwei secret detectives has also changed, which can make a master of Qi pulse so discolored, what can it be?
Immediately, two people had fetched pen and ink, and one had invited Jin Yuying.
For a long time, a golden feather eagle rose into the sky.
He uttered a soft humming sound, and went away like an arrow off the string, and went straight to Fengdu.
信 Its letter raft is red as the fire, its meaning, 100,000 rush!