Vol 2 Chapter 687: Emperor 1

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"Isn't it..."
Hearing the previous sentence, Chu Mengyao was a little lost, but he was a little relieved.
But when she heard the last sentence, her eyes suddenly shrank, almost thinking that she had misheard: "What did you say?!"
Chu Mengyao cultivated the ten-day horizontal air technique, and the blood was as majestic as the sea, but she was able to handle it perfectly, but at this time, she was lost in her mind, and she couldn't handle her blood.
In an instant, all runes in this square hall were forbidden, and the formations that were too late to recover from the outside had been swept away.
Fang Yingqiu hadn't turned his thoughts yet, and was too shocked. Under the violent slap, he fell out without a pit.
The skin was red, the hair was burning, and a mouthful of white smoke exploded.
"what happened?"
Fang Yingqiu's head was dizzy, almost unaware of what happened.
Phoo~
The blood is raging like fire, its color is bright and golden, and it contains the majestic power of earth-shaking, and in a short time it has triggered the formation of the entire suspended heavenly palace.
Under the blood and energy, An Qisheng raised his hand, and then pressed it down:
"The sun is strong, and the sky is stronger on the tenth day. Your physique is special and can neutralize masculinity, but after all, it is still a little worse."
His voice is neither high nor low, and his movements are very slight.
But as the palm of his hand pressed down, the sky full of blood was already suppressed, and there were even more inspirations coming from all over the sky.
The wind and clouds are rolling like a dragon.
The palace was turned into powder under the slap of blood, but in the midst of the turmoil, it seemed like time and space flowed back, forming again.
Even the law forbidden in it, and the pattern of the formation outside it, all recovered again.
Before his words fell, everything had returned to normal.
If it weren't for Fang Yingqiu's whole body, there was still heavy smoke coming out, it would seem like nothing happened.
"Do you know the ten-day horizontal air method?"
Chu Mengyao's loss of consciousness was only an instant, and then she woke up, her heart was stunned by him, and she was pulled out in a huge shock.
But looking at An Qisheng's eyes, there were still strong doubts.
She didn't ask questions, but she absolutely didn't believe what the man in front of her said.
Who is Guanglong Supreme?
After the end of the chaos that has lasted for millions of years after the Middle Ages, the eleven steps to the nine realms of the present cultivation method have been called the Great Heavenly Sovereign by countless people.
Even if this Taoist and Patriarch are from the same place, even if this Taoist is unique in love, she has only seen it in her life.
She never believed that he was qualified to teach Master Dharma!
The Patriarch has never worshipped anyone as a teacher in his life, imitating the nature of the world, comprehending the universe and the stars, and forming the ten-day transcendental method.
His talent must be that he has not seen the ancients before and has not seen the comers!
No one is qualified to teach him the Fa!
But this Taoist Yuanyang, what need to deceive himself?
"Understand a little bit."
Regarding Chu Mengyao's complex thoughts, An Qisheng was insightful, but he didn't care about the strongest thoughts that children expected from their parents.
There is nothing wrong with this book, he used to be the same.
Just a flick of the sleeves, blowing away the idea that the outside world is still rolling in, and lightly said: "Your doubts, I will answer, believe it or not, it's up to you."
Chu Mengyao stood long, perfect as if there was no expression on the handsome face of Tiangong's creation, her eyes stared at An Qisheng deeply.
It seemed like a moment, and it seemed like a long time.
She took a step back, bowed again for a long time, turned around and left without saying a word.
Outside the hall, Fang Yingqiu had just wiped out her embarrassment, and when she saw her walking, she looked ugly.
Chu Mengyao thought heavily, ignored him, walked through the hall, suddenly stopped, and dropped the ‘Tai Chi Universe Circle’ from his wrist.
Throw it casually, and disappear into the void of clouds without looking back.
Hum~
There seems to be lightning piercing the clear sky, and it will disappear at the first flash!
Rao is a master class teacher like Fang Yingqiu, and he can only feel a flower in front of him, a cold and cool light across his cheeks, but he can't see anything at all.
"this is......."
Fang Yingqiu touched it casually, and there was warmth on the skin of the toughness of the dragon scale, and it was actually bleeding out of blood!
His eyes condensed, and he looked back.
I saw a bright white bracelet in the hall where the light is not so good, pulling a blazing and brilliant light.
It revolves around Yuanyang Taoist people, and whispers softly, like a baby's whispering, whimpering, making people feel love.
"Tai Chi Universe Circle!"
Fang Yingqiu wiped her face, feeling helpless. He just came to give something, and suffered such an innocent disaster.
Sure enough, don't listen to what you shouldn't.
Glancing deeply at the diamond bracelet that is not well-known in Dongzhou, but is famous in Zhongzhou, Fang Yingqiu arched his hand away.
Also turned around and left without stopping at all.
"The method of casting treasures is very high, Lao Pang, it's hard work."
Taking a look at the diamond bracelet, An Qisheng nodded slightly, then pointed out.
The reason why this ‘Tai Chi Universe Circle’ is called the Prototype of the Supreme Treasure is naturally because it hasn’t really been cast.
Even if the domineering imperial court has been nurtured for more than 20,000 years, it can contribute to its mighty spirituality, but it cannot be perfected at all.
Because what this diamond bracelet lacks is not the material, spirituality and power, but the real way of Tai Chi!
Hum~
The diamond bracelet trembled slightly, and then the white light on it suddenly disappeared for more than half, and in a flash, half of it was as dark as black paint.
The black and white colors were distinct, and immediately began to spin and buzz.
Until the sound of dragons and tigers roared.
After a long time, An Qisheng raised his hand, and the one that had returned to bright silver, turned into a ring and fell on his thumb.
"Those who know me, Guanglong too!"
Turning the ring lightly, An Qisheng's eyes were faint, but he began to perceive the most original aura above the ring:
"Leave so many backs, Brother Pang, what are you going to do..."
As the original creator of this Tai Chi Universe Circle, Pang Wanyang's breath naturally still has it.
Not only Pang Wanyang, but also the breath of the inheritors of the overlord imperial court.
Don't talk about the universe itself.
The many auras above are already no small benefit to An Qisheng.
The female emperor sent not only the Tai Chi Universe Circle, but also the supernatural powers that the Overlord Palace has learned since its inception!
Pang Wanyang, left him, and even the tens of thousands of years of supernatural powers inherited by the Overlord Emperor!
This benefit is so great that even if other princes learn about it, they will be disgusted.
...
Dashi Mountain has outstanding people and great treasures, and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers gather. I don't know how many top spiritual veins are gathered, and many of them are drawn from the stars.
It can be described as a treasure place for practice.
The suspended heavenly palace is the center of Dashi Mountain. It is the place where the spirits of the stars and the Wanshan spirits converge.
It is also one of the three places with the most prosperous air luck and the most powerful in Dongzhou.
But Qi Cang felt extremely sad.
"Chu Mengyao..."
Qi Cang whispered in his heart, the sharp roots of his teeth were rubbing, and the hatred in his heart could not be washed away.
He was trapped in this suspended heavenly palace.
Even if he knew countless legends, he knew that there were many adventures, spiritual materials, magical powers, pills, and spirit treasures on this land.
But he was trapped.
Even if no one had guarded him at all, he could not, and did not dare to step out of the floating palace.
Because the Great Emperor Yuanyang is still floating in the heavenly palace.
Looking at the present day, he is jealous, and there are not a few losers, but the only person who really gives him the courage to resist is Yuan Yang alone.
He stayed away time and time again, but he was still drawn involuntarily, which made him feel extremely frustrated.
And the indelible hatred for Chu Mengyao!
Obviously she cooperated so well, she knew everything, and she was extremely humble and respectful, but she was still mercilessly'sent' to the Great Emperor Yuanyang!
"How long will he stay in the floating palace? Where is my chance?"
Sitting on the edge of the palace, Qi Cang's face was extremely ugly.
He pondered hard, extracting all the memories of his previous life, checking it everywhere, trying to figure it out over and over again, looking for a time to get out of trouble.
Also sorting out all the legends about the Yuanyang Great Emperor in his memory.
And in the end, he suffocated.
A thousand years!
A thousand years! !
According to legend, the Great Emperor Yuanyang never appeared in front of people for a thousand years in order to create the "Heavenly Court" and to create the heaven!
"One thousand years! One thousand years, I won't have any more chances, no more chances..."
Qi Cang was very aggrieved and even felt desperate.
He lived again for the first time, and most of the opportunities he grasped were in this millennium. This includes not only the adventures of other people, but also the opportunity for him to be promoted to the king!
Had he been trapped and died for a thousand years, he would have no chance of rising above his previous life.
He was angry and wanted to roar to the sky to vent his indignation and unwillingness, but in the end, he endured it.
Because a burly and majestic giant figure, as strong as a mountain, came to him.
‘Dongtian Pill...How many pills do you have to take this day? ’
Seeing the burly giant man walking without forgetting to take the pill, Qi Cang's skin twitched, and he wanted to squeeze a smiling face but was broken by a sentence:
"Master, I want to see you."
Zhu Dahai glanced at the little bit of Pollingai'er, and said with a voice.
In his earholes, half the size of an ordinary teenager's golden-winged Dapeng poked out his head and was also looking at Qi Cang.
"at last......"
Hearing these words, the smile that hadn't been squeezed out on Qi Cang's face disappeared, but strangely, there was no worry in his heart.
There is a kind of ease like being amnesty.
"Weird little bit."
Zhu Dahai was extremely keen, aware of the changes in Qi Cang, but he just murmured and ignored it.
Qi Cang didn't say any more, stood up, tidyed up his clothes without any wrinkles, and walked toward the hall with a solemn expression.
The most suffering is never the result, but the process of waiting for the result.
Qi Cang calmed down, and the state of mind that had been shattered again and again was reorganized, and in a daze, he seemed to have recovered his state of mind before being robbed.
He even had the courage to face Emperor Yuanyang.
Phoo~
Qi Cang stepped into the slightly dimly lit main hall, never waiting for him to really see the true face of the highest in the world.
I heard a long sigh, transmitted from the depths of my body:
"As expected, eternal emperor!"