Vol 2 Chapter 577: Dragon Mirror

This was so fierce in World War I, and the fourteen empresses returned to the imperial city in a hurry without An Qisheng wandering around.
On the contrary, An Qisheng carried the Black Demon Armor and Ling Tiange. Under the watch of countless people, he was still walking around in the city slowly, as if he had not just experienced a war, but a taxi returned from spring.
Countless people are amazed and admired.
They asked themselves if they had just faced such a battle and were threatened by the supreme power of the world, Ling Tian Sect Master, how could they not do anything like nothing happened.
Some people looked at the Changge and Jiazhou he was carrying with envy and dismay, but that was the Fenghou-level Lingbao, the master of the small and large schools, and the elders were not qualified to hold the treasure.
Those are the spiritual treasures left by the two powerful emperors, containing their ‘laws and principles’. They are the most powerful weapons and powerful inheritance.
Dongzhou is like a lot of stars, and many Xiaozongmen from the dawn to the end are a spiritual treasure that the repairers have obtained. They did not turn it over to the Dazongmen in exchange for the Elixir. They created it by suppressing Qiyun with treasures.
Of course, such schools often perish faster.
The short-lived flowers can still be seen for a while, and this kind of sect is mostly instantaneous, but it also shows the status of Lingbao.
It is a pity that not everyone has An Qisheng's successive attempts to suppress the true story of the elders of the Holy Land of the Sect, and even hurt the killer. Even the Sect Master Ling Tian dares to offend.
Not to mention, the fighting power revealed by An Qisheng is enough for anyone to change his color.
Although Lingbao is good, no one can get it.
"Crushing the vacuum"
An Qisheng walked casually on the long street, and someone on the empty street accidentally looked outside to avoid it.
He didn't care, thinking about smashing the vacuum.
To subdue qi to refine the shape, the external scene is combined with the spirit phase, the shape and spirit have the ability to transform the body, the blood qi soars into the sky to evolve the Tiangang, the tiangang to transform the ten thousand methods, and the ten thousand methods to form the heaven.
Then, crush the vacuum.
For those who smash the vacuum, one blow is enough to smash the vacuum, tearing the void and flesh across it, and for a million miles, it is like a dragon, seeing the first and the last.
It is difficult to be killed by someone who has become a vacuum-crusher. Even if a person is hit into pieces, he can reshape the body because of the power of the void contained in his body.
Hum~
A buzzing sounded in my heart, and An Qisheng's thoughts moved.
Beyond the sky, the starry sky unfolds, and among the vast and deep starry sky, the stars are turning slowly.
But these stars are extremely illusory and do not seem to exist.
Only one of the stars is as bright as a battle, as bright as the sun, and at this time, as one side of the dark sky is captured, there is another'consolidation' among the stars.
That is Fang Lingren, which has Fang Lingren's cave sky.
Countless illusory stars revolve around the two "yang" stars, which seem to be capturing, and seem to be converging towards them.
In the end, the hole of others is the hole of others. It can be used for a while, but it cannot be used as the foundation of oneself.
The countless stars in the true shape of the An Qisheng galaxy are the reflections of the spirits in the body. They perceive and absorb the breath of these two caves to infer their own caves.
This process is not too fast, because there are not many references.
"However, it won't take long."
An Qisheng's thoughts turned and fell on the stunned people in the cave.
Feng Changming and others thought that he wanted to seize their Dongtian, but he thought too much. He didn't need other people's Dongtian at all. He just needed to understand their pros and cons.
The hole of others is, after all, the hole of others.
The war ended.
This battle did not seem to last long, but the shock it brought was unprecedented.
Fang Lingdeng, who was expected to inherit the position of Ling Tianzong as the leader of the teachings, was killed in Tianjiao City three hundred years ago.
The murderer is still the Taoist of Yuanyang!
Only half a year ago, first suppress the true biography of the elders of the three major sects, and then suppress the descendants of the Mingyue Holy Land. At this time, even the heirs of Ling Tianzong have been killed!
Countless people were shocked, and was shocked by the name again.
"It's a good time to cross the Jiang Ronglong! I once guessed that this Yuanyang Taoist was most likely to have received a random repair of the adventure, but now it seems that it must be a holy land!"
"Kill Fang Lingren and Ling Tiange! This person is going to die with Ling Tianzong! Hearing that "Bu Tian Ge" already has a killer out of his way, he is staring at him, presumably Ling Tianzong has given a reward!"
"The "Butian Pavilion" is said to be a secret organization inherited from ancient times. It is said that even the ten major sects and the three holy places must give a few faces. They shot, and this Yuanyang Taoist is only afraid of danger."
"I actually think that this scene is like a thousand years ago, this Yuanyang Taoist is afraid that it will be the next Emperor Tianding!"
"The strong vacuum-crushers have appeared one after another. This is Dongzhou's extreme, the strongest group of people in the world. Dongzhou is about to rise, away from Tianjiao City, no, Tianding Kingdom."
Countless people are speculating about his origins.
No one believes that he is a casual repairer, only thinking that he is a raptor from the other big states, and behind it must be a more powerful holy place.
Throughout the ages, there has been no such unscrupulous repair.
The morning sun dispelled the early morning mist.
Among the majestic and magnificent Wanfa Mountains, Yuan Duxiu slowly exhaled a turbid gas on the unique "Mingshan" on the top of Miaoshan Mountain, which ended the morning purple breath.
He condenses the true shape of the sun, and the ray of purple energy that rises every day has a greater effect on him than others. This can be seen from the fact that he has condensed the spirit.
Of course, there is Miaomeng's help, but the most important thing is his own efforts.
He thinks so.
Convinced.
As soon as he opened his eyes, a beautiful young girl in a Luo skirt served on the side.
"Master cough, Master Yuan, this is the "Ling Porridge" prepared by Master Zu for you, which contains 777 species including 88 grains of dragon-toothed rice, 99 grains of mackerel, sea pearls, and ten thousand green juices It is made of spirit materials that nourishes the body."
The girl bowed down slightly to offer ‘spiritu porridge’, bowed her head, and concealed her envy.
This bowl of ‘spirit porridge’ is as precious as ten celestial pill.
But in charge of teaching, several elders, ten thousand years in the first true biography only treatment, the entire Wanfa Building can drink this mouthful of porridge no more than twenty people.
This bowl, but the master's own share.
In my lifetime, I can only take a look and smell it.
Thinking, the girl is self-satisfied, why can't he be a male student
"let it go."
Yuan Duxiu just glanced lightly.
"This"
The girl hesitated a little: "The ancestor told him to watch you drink."
"Such precious porridge, do you think I will give it to others?"
Yuan Duxiu asked back.
The girl thought for a while, such a bowl of porridge was replaced by herself, not to say it was someone else, even if she was herself, it would be impossible for them to take a sip.
"I just swallowed the purple qi and my blood was boiling for a while, so I can't use it for the time being."
Yuan Duxiu said another sentence.
The girl put down the porridge, paid a salute, and slowly retreated.
"Miao Meng began to doubt my progress"
Yuan Duxiu frowned slightly.
It was the first time that he had given him a drink of porridge for a few months. He said that he would watch him drink it. Obviously, his progress on the resources was not satisfied with Miao Meng.
"Your spiritual form is initially condensed. Dayi can't say that both form and spirit are available, but also reluctantly. Then it is just when a lot of resources are needed to condense the "Day Sun Eucharist". If you can't condense, you have no chance More for you "little brother"
Mu Longcheng said half, and did not persuade again.
Since these days, he has penetrated the Yuan Duxiu show. This young man who has broken down has a strong hatred of himself and unlimited guilt for his ‘brother’.
With the spirit of sacrifice, the only weakness is his'little brother'.
Even if it was Mu Longcheng, at the beginning it was not thought that Yuan Duxiu was actually worried about his'little brother'. This discovery left him a little speechless.
"Lin Nailong has condensed the "King of Kings" and his fighting power is incomparable"
Yuan Duxiu frowned deeply.
He learned from Miao Meng's mouth that the "Tianjiao Kings Platform" existed, and he knew how much resources Lin Nailong had received at this time. He was afraid that he would not be inferior to himself at this time.
Taking a deep breath, he picked up the porridge and swallowed it bit by bit.
Hum~
The soft buzzing sound came from his whole body, and after he really drank it, Yuan Duxiu knew the power of this porridge.
There is no need to digest at all, nor any taste at all.
The waves of warmth have spread to every subtle place in his body, and he can feel the progress of his physique very clearly.
Gentleness is not overbearing, slow and without trouble.
Consolidate the foundation, eliminate old injuries, cleanse blood marrow, strong organs
"Good porridge!"
Feeling the immediate effect in his body, Yuan Duxiu's eyes lit up and he couldn't help blurting out.
"Naturally is good porridge!"
Almost at the same time, a cold voice rang in his ears, Yuan Duxiu was startled, almost subconsciously shot.
Fortunately, the reaction came.
As soon as he looked up, he saw Miao Meng, a woman in red standing three feet in front of her, standing in the wind.
Miao Meng stood up against the wind, and the red skirt moved slightly, which was especially bright and smart. No matter the appearance or shape, they were the best in the world.
"How did you come?"
Yuan Duxiu's heart gurgled, but his face remained calm.
His relationship with Miao Meng is very subtle. Although it is said that he has been awarded the title of "Dao Lu", the facts are clear to both.
"A bowl of porridge, with the merits of tens of thousands of monks to work, with the nine dynasties downstairs of Wanfa, including the labor of more than one billion people, cannot be wasted."
Miao Meng's eyes are faint and his expression is as cold as his voice: "I didn't pursue them in the past, and I won't waste anything in the future."
Yuan Duxiu speculated Miao Meng's thoughts, and he was not afraid: "What kind of tone do you ask me? Trader, or'Dao Lu'?"
"How about traders?"
Miao Meng asked.
"Even if it's a transaction, it's good for porridge, and it's not a panacea. If it's given to me, it's my responsibility."
Yuan Duxiu did not regress.
He agreed that the deal named ‘Tao Lu’ was a fortune, not just for himself.
If he doesn't even have this kind of freedom, why should he be so lowly to come to life?
After hearing this, Miao Meng was not angry, and his eyes were flowing, and he gave him a faint look: "What if it is a buddy?"
"If it is a buddy"
Yuan Duxiu paused: "You can't control me anymore."
"Dare to be so tough in front of me by your cultivation practice"
Miao Meng's calm eyes rippled, but she ignored the matter and asked instead:
"A few days ago, in the Tianjiao City, a Taoist for Yuanyang killed Ling Tianzong's Fang Lingren. The palmist believes that this person is the one who killed Lin Weibai."
The "Dragon Turtle Mirror" of Wanfa Building can reflect the blood and bone age of its people, and it can also trace its origin.
The origin of Yuan Duxiu was naturally well known to Wanfa Building, and he could not deceive Wanfa Building with his cultivation practices.
Anonymity is not something anyone can do.
"impossible!"
It was heard that Yuan Duxiu suddenly shook his head: "The people of the world, Jingzhao, are not measurable. The surname of Yuan may not be the person of my Yuan family. This Yuanyang may not be the Yuanyang who killed Lin Weibai."
Lin Naibai’s death knew who did it, but how could his brother kill Fang Lingren?
What kind of talent can exceed Ling Tianzong's first 300 years of practice in the first year of birth?
Therefore, he didn't believe that the famous "Yuanyang Taoist" was his own brother.
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Even the ancient Tianzun, the Holy Emperor, the Supreme cannot do such a thing at such a young age.
"It seems that you know Yuan Yang who killed Lin Weibai?"
Miao Meng thoughtfully glanced at Yuan Duxiu:
"I used the "Dragon Turtle Grand Technique" to calculate that the source of the blood of your Yuan family is one of the great grandsons of the King of the Ancients. It has been passed down from generation to generation and has a connection with your blood. Brother
Huh~
The wind rose from the top of the mountain, and Miao Meng red clothes flew over the room, looking more white and cold: "What's his name?"
"Are you doubting my little brother?"
Yuan Duxiu's chest slightly undulated, and a pair of eyes slightly glowed with a red glow of flames, and his emotions were somewhat unbearable:
"He is still a kid!"