Vol 2 Chapter 289: Return to Xuan Xing

Dafeng rises, travels the world, swims the world, and enters the Jedi, not to measure the world, but to hide the world into the heart.
Thirty-three months, An Qisheng took the path that ordinary people would never finish.
At the end, he came to the Hanlong Inn, went up to the third floor alone, and drank by the window. No one knew that the old man who looked drooping was the royal man of the first sixty years.
Even the owner, who is now older than he looks, cannot see.
An Qisheng lowered the wine glass, slowly opened his palms, and a ray of light flickered at his fingertips. The light was not so dazzling, and they were drawn between each other, but seemed like the entrance to another world.
Secretly, flowers and trees, mountains and rivers can be seen.
And, a thin monk who was waiting to die.
That's the runner.
At this time, the runner king was dimmed, like a candle that was about to burn out, and it seemed to be more than just thin, almost disappearing.
The battle between the two had ended as early as the fight, but his divine will or Yin God had been trapped for thirty-three months.
His divine will was so overwhelming that he had long outlined his own Buddhist kingdom.
But at this moment, he was almost exhausted.
The monarchy did nothing, but isolated the connection between the spirit and the heavens and the earth. He was dying, and it would be extinct.
The runner king slowly raised his head and looked at the sky:
"What exactly does my brother want?"
His mentality is extremely high, and even now he is about to go into extinction, he is still calm, without any slight thoughts.
"Just try it."
An Qisheng's eyes were dull.
After understanding Wuqi Chaoyuan, his spirit and flesh have been highly unified, and the spiritual world can exist in his body almost in reality.
The higher the spiritual realm, the greater the nutrition needed.
There is a heaven and earth aura support in Jiufu Realm, but nothing can be detected. However, Xuan Xing is a truly inanimate land. We must find another way.
The runner is a master in the world of Jiufu, and his spiritual practice is second only to him. It is naturally most suitable for him to try.
He isolated the heaven and earth aura, and sure enough, but for thirty-three months, the spiritual Buddha kingdom of the runner king had collapsed, almost disappearing.
For more than a century of practice, it is impossible to sustain even 33 months.
In fact, it would be even shorter if it was a truly spiritual place.
"Is there a result?"
The runner asked.
He was very clever. Although An Qisheng didn't disclose anything, he also knew that he was preparing for a repulsive Jedi.
It was just that he couldn't figure out why he should make such an attempt.
After Tianmen, is it still dead?
"Some clues, what exactly, but also try it yourself."
Speaking, An Qisheng sighed:
"After all, I'm ten times stronger than you, the difference is still very big ..."
"......."
The runner king had a momentary annihilation, and it was almost gone.
"No more, no more."
After An Qisheng sighed, his palms were tilted and the restraints were released.
The runner king did not move, and asked:
"Don't you be afraid that the little monk will have trouble finding kingship again?"
"In the end, the reincarnation method is not the true reincarnation, and it won't be you if you return again, and you won't achieve it now."
An Qisheng flicked his fingers, a streamer had disappeared into the sand:
"When you come back, who may be in trouble? But maybe ..."
The spirit of Chunyang will be worn away, and the golden body that is not bad will rot. There is no law of longevity in the world of Jiufu.
Unless, after the Tianmen, it is a fairyland that everyone in the legend can have a long life.
Heaven and man are still like this, can there be immortality in the divine will?
The secret method of Zhuanlun Temple is just to find the child who best fits the ‘reincarnation’, but that ’s still not himself and needless to say, the pollution of the wisdom of the self is destined to become weaker and weaker.
It even becomes a stepping stone to the success of others.
An Qi grew up and raised his toast:
"Farewell, Jiufujie!"
........
The endless light flashes by.
An Qisheng was in the midst of it, looking around and seeing what he could see. There was no sky, no day, no moon, no stars, no strangeness. The infinitely complicated light and shadow flickered. According to his perception today, even Can't see anything.
It seemed only in a moment that he felt the familiar breath again.
That's the smell of Xuan Xing!
"A picture of the road ..."
Between thoughts, An Qisheng felt a picture of the Tao deep in his soul.
Above the simple scrolls, the warm light, like water flowing, seems to be much brighter than before.
As he thought, the words appeared:
[An Qisheng (Master of Road One Picture)]
[Shou Yuan: 29? (Xuan Xing) Status: Intact]
[Features: Dreams of a Thousands of Qiuqi (One-Star Qi Ji) Taiji Sanshou (One-Star Daowu) .....]
[Treasure: King Power Sword (eighth)]
[Track of this life: Unpredictable]
[Dao Li: 1.2400 points]
In Yijiazi, he has learned almost all the martial arts of his predecessors from ancient times to the present, and has also laid the foundation of his martial arts. Even after the consumption, the power has reached one million!
Compared to desolation, it can be said to be upside down.
However, compared with Daoli, what is more important is that as he becomes stronger, the source of the loss has also been made up, and the injury of the source has been cured without medicine.
As soon as my heart moved, the words on the Tao image disappeared.
"Tong Zhengyang ..."
There was a ripple in An Qisheng's heart.
Tong Zhengyang is undoubtedly an air transporter who can travel through time and space. This opportunity has been around for tens of thousands of years, but he is only one person.
Even more, the universe is vast and the stars countless.
It can't be said that Xuan Xing is so prosperous.
If it falls in outer space, even with the strength of Qiqi, it will never be possible to survive for long.
On this side, he waited for a man.
Sixty years of planning, it is finally time to see results ...
........
heavy rain,
jungle,
King Power Sword,
Tong Zhengyang, who severely injured his broken arm, is a dusty man who is discolored thousands of kilometers away, burning fire from farther away, smoke from the heavy rain ...
An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes and understood everything around him.
I also saw Tong Zhengyang setting off in the heavy rain.
Tong Zhengyang, who was once invincible to him, now looks too weak and too weak.
Even though he was stronger than all the Qi pulses three thousand years ago, in his eyes, it was too weak and too weak.
As the rain curtain rose, he slowly raised his hand, and the king's sword in his body made a soft beep, followed by movement, gathered his arms and reached the five fingers.
Chan Chan's swordsman lights up slowly.
Then,
The white fingers crossed the rain curtain, and in the unbelievable eyes of Tong Zhengyang, he firmly caught the fierce and overbearing punch.
Bang!
In a short time, the sky thundercloud rolled, and thunder and lightning became a masterpiece.
For a moment, the raging Razer illuminates the night sky, and also illuminates the distorted face of Tongzhengyang.
An Qisheng looked indifferent.
Although he had many plans on Tong Zhengyang, his arrival at Xuan Xing was not something he could do.
He will not forget that in the original trajectory, Tong Zhengyang set off a black star catastrophe, and countless people buried him.
boom!
The air wave opened the rain.
The invisible vitality spreads, the earth full of mud and water cracks.
Suddenly, Tong Zhengyang's heart raised an endless crisis.
An indescribable horror came to his heart, and then exploded like a thunder!
At this moment, his body, his soul, and every small place of him were all wailing and moaning in despair.
I will die!
I will die!
how is this possible?
how can that be?
What happened to him?
Even if the King Sword recognises the Lord, how can a person in a sacred place be so fast enough to urge the town's magic soldiers to inherit the King Power for 3,000 years?
He has been lurking for decades, endured unimaginable humiliation, served the kingship for a full 30 years, and suffered countless killings, even exile in the spirit.
Being bombarded, burned by fire, eating rotten meat, eating gastric juice, lurking in the stomach bag of a whale for months, disturbed by numerous miscellaneous ants ...
Suffering so much sin and paying so much, how did he make a wedding dress for this kid?
On what basis?
On what basis? !!
I'm not willing! !!
Tong Zhengyang's eyes were congested, and a gust of wind mixed with rain had poured into his trachea.
Can't even utter a word.
Then, under the impact of an indescribable force, his feet were off the ground instantly.
Numerous wounds spurted blood all over the body, the bones and bones shattered instantly, and the whole mud was flying in the rain curtain.
All ambitions, all flames, have been wiped out.
Death, flooded everything.
Will people see the past before they die?
Tong Zhengyang didn't know.
He didn't want to know about it.
But at this moment, the past flashed in his mind.
Poverty in childhood was downright, the pleasure of being a teenager was keen, the little fame in youth, the famous people in middle age ....... Countless memories emerged.
Jiannan Prefecture, Yanhua Prefecture, Daqing State, the world ...
It is difficult to learn martial arts secretly, and the young man sprouts. When he meets the admiration of a woman, the woman is unwilling and angry after marrying his elder brother.
After the ambition of conspiring the king power sword was achieved, the despair of being chased by the king power ...
After being born in desperation, the unwillingness to come to the sacred land, the anger was killed by a group of ants ...
Throughout his life, all the love and hatred flashed across in one thought.
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Tong Zhengyang's heart trembled, but there was only a few breaths before and after. This boy's body changed upside down!
Suddenly, he seems to have seen the 33rd generation of kings and Taoists who have ever met!
At the last moment of endless darkness covering the mind, Tong Zhengyang heard an inexplicable sigh:
"Hard work ..."
What hard work?
Who worked hard?
What is he saying?
Countless questions flashed in an instant, and then, complete darkness descended, drowning his mind completely.
Then, the rag bag-like body fell into the mud.
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