Vol 2 Chapter 291: Disappearing mountain peak

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God?
Su Jie's face is aggressive, where is the in this world?
"What will it be......"
Potter's eyes flickered.
The collision that night, he still remembers it so far, that power has exceeded all the practitioners of ancient and modern, and beyond the category of ‘people’.
Like a deity walking on the ground, he can retreat with his whole body even in the face of the most powerful hot weapon in the world.
What can kill him?
At his speed, even if a nuclear bomb erupts, it cannot kill him unless it happens to hit him.
"Ahem!"
Potter coughed a little, and there was an abnormal blood on his face.
Immediately pointing at Su Jie, he turned into the room, dialed the phone, and sent someone to investigate.
........
"Mullon City, Potter ..."
On the top of a barren mountain, An Qi was sitting cross-legged. When the two of them were moving, their hearts were also slightly touched. Ripples appeared in the depths of their eyes, and they seemed to see them.
When I think of it, there will be an echo.
In the same world, anyone who thinks of him will notice in his heart, unless that person's spiritual practice surpasses him.
In the dream, Jia Zi had passed, and at this time, his physique was not able to leap to the peak, and his spiritual practice was so high that no one could match him.
This is true even if you see the great master of God.
The breeze was blowing slowly, blowing the smell of earth and vegetation after the rain.
An Qisheng slowly stretched out his palm, under the dim light of the early morning, there seemed to be a faint glow.
"Tong Zhengyang ..."
He whispered a little to himself, in the light of his eyes, the palm of his hand gradually pulled in, widened, widened, until it filled his entire perspective.
Between his eyes, in his eyes, the palm seemed to become a huge white jade square with no boundaries.
Then, look up.
A mountain stands on top of which all the pavilions are complete.
I am dead......
I'm not willing!
I'm not willing!
In between, the darkness seemed to fade slowly.
Tong Zhengyang's stumbled thoughts seemed to see the long-lost light.
Into the eyes, it is a clear sky, and three rounds of endless light.
The long floating world?
Me, am i back? !!
I was born again?
Tong Zhengyang was ecstatic, turned around and sat up, looking around.
At this look, he froze.
Before Baiyu also looked like a square, it was a tall mountain gate with a black and white Tai Chi picture.
This is, the gate of the royal road!
"Royal authority ..."
A deep chill rose from my heart.
He stood up, looked around, and looked down the mountain, asked Xintang, Jie Jianshi was there, behind the mountain gate, Taiji Taoism was also, but there was no one.
It was empty, like a ghost town.
"Not right, not right ..."
Tong Zhengyang's heart chilled even more.
There is no way for King Power Road to be without anyone, and no one can make King Power Road without people.
Standing for three thousand and three hundred years, the Royal Power Road also suffered a shock. At that time, it was the time when the new and old Royal Power eight sons changed and the Royal Power Sword disappeared.
There were dozens of gods coming together, and first of all they led away the contemporary seven sons of royal power and the Taoist monarchs, as well as the two beasts with a long life span.
Later, someone went up the mountain to forcefully steal the legacy left by the first kingship prince An Qisheng.
However, he did not expect that the disciples of Wang Tao would not panic.
Go straight to Dehoushan,
Dig a grave.
In a short time, the last generation, the last generation, the last generation of the seven sons of the kingship, the kings and Taoists appeared all at once, and the scare of the invaders was split on the spot.
At that time, the people in the world knew that the sacred master of the royal path, Shou Yuan far exceeded the sacred master of the rivers and lakes.
Because of this, there is a monarch who lived for four hundred years!
"Illusion? Spiritual martial arts? Still the world after death, what's going on, what's going on ..."
Tong Zhengyang murmured to himself, an idea kept coming to his mind, and he was left behind.
Can't detect anything wrong.
He walked slowly, through the empty gate, through the Taiji dojo, the empty gate of the royal road, in his eyes, the bricks, stones, grass, and trees were the same.
Even the hut that has been cleaned for decades is no different.
After walking through the long steps, he came to the Royal Palace.
The simplicity and simplicity of the palace, which contains the breath of endless years, is as tall as a mountain in his heart.
He has seen this hall more than once.
"Royal authority ..."
Tong Zhengyang gritted his teeth and walked into the hall.
In the middle of the light-shadowed hall, there is a high-profile painting. Above it is a white robe Taoist who stands like a fairy and stands by his hands.
"you!"
His eyes dropped, Tong Zhengyang's heart trembled, and ‘Pedal Pedals’ retreated three steps in a row, his face twisted, as if he had seen a ghost.
I saw An Qi sitting cross-legged on the futon on that side.
Its breath and expression, like the main hall hanging in the middle, Supreme Master An Qisheng!
An Qisheng? !!
A shocking thought exploded in his mind: ‘He, he is a monarch? !! The first generation of royal people? !! ’
"No! This is impossible! This, this is impossible!"
Tong Zhengyang's body is inexhaustible, like a candle blown by the wind, almost extinguished.
The turbulence of the mood is almost to be scattered.
"Why is it impossible?"
An Qisheng looked calm and spoke lightly.
His voice seemed to have divine power, which instantly calmed Tong Zhengyang's uncertain body.
Naturally, he did not directly kill God's will.
In this way, it is too much waste of this hopeful man.
More importantly, Tong Zhengyang has a big plan with him.
"you you......"
His body shape was not blinking, but Tong Zhengyang's face was still distorted.
Looking at the animated An Qisheng with the portrait, he smiled horribly, as if he understood something: "So it is, so it is ..."
At this moment, he finally understood.
Why did King Power Road kill him several times without killing him, why the King Sword would cut him off at a critical moment, and why he suddenly recognized the Lord.
So, everything makes sense.
An Qisheng in this splendid place is actually the first generation of royal monks, and the Jiufu Realm has continued in the past, the most famous Supreme Master!
And here is his spiritual kingdom.
Myself, already dead ...
"No, it shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this ..."
Tong Zhengyang is impotent, unable to describe his mood.
If he had never seen An Qisheng and saw the first generation of royal monarchs, he would kneel besides kneeling, but he knew him first, which would make him unacceptable.
What scared him even more was that he might be just one of his chess pieces.
He shuddered at the thought that he might count today more than 3,000 years ago.
"Yi Shi kills your brother, you deserve to die ..."
An Qisheng looked dull.
He is not a or an immortal, and it is impossible to predict whether leaving too specific information will cause unnecessary misunderstandings to his disciples.
But it also allowed Wang Quandao's disciples to make an exception and let Tong Zhengyang live for decades.
"No, Patriarch, Patriarch ..."
Feeling the chill in the light tone of An Qi's life, Tong Zhengyang shook his mind and his body fluctuated violently.
Seeing An Qisheng's faintness, it turned out to be a bang.
It was actually a frightened soul flying away!
boom!
The streamers are scattered, and the light spots are like rain.
The soul is not stable, the ghost is inherently unstable, and Tong Zhengyang physically dies, and suffers such a great fright.
"So heart-worthy, worthy of talking about heaven and man?"
An Qisheng shook his head slightly.
Raise your hand and gently scratch in the void.
Hum ~
The void shook slightly, and the scattered light spots were caught by him, flowing like sand between his fingers.
Ghost, not everyone is qualified to condense.
In the Jiufu Realm, only masters of Qimai who are infinitely close to Shenmai can condense. It is even rarer in Xuanxing.
The value is huge.
"A world without magic, a land of absolute spirits ..."
An Qisheng's eyes flickered.
The realm of innocence is difficult to practice. Many sages, ancient and modern, have fallen down.
He knew the difficulty and couldn't think too much.
Even if there is a long-awaited plan, this road is bound to be bumpy and bumpy.
But he never believed that a vast 960 billion light-year universe would not tolerate a long life!
What if there is no reiki?
He also has a way to go in this spiritual land!
There is no way in the world.
I'm here!
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What An Qisheng has achieved is not only martial arts, but also a heart that is not bad.
Buzzing ~~~
Little dots slowly turned between his fingers, faintly, slowly forming.
Turned into a token shaped like a token, but also specious.
Here is the invitation.
Inviter, enter his invitation letter of ‘blessed land’ and ‘dong sky’.
With the power of many people, he raised Dongtian together and entrusted his spiritual world together.
This is his first step on the road to innocence.
........
Daxuan and Neil border.
Above the plateau, off-road vehicles are walking on the highway.
Above the co-pilot of the off-road vehicle in front of her, a young and beautiful girl sitting down her telescope, pointing far away: "Chu Fan, look, you look, you are here, you are here, the highest peak in the world!"
Her name is Qi Geyun, and her boyfriend and some mountain enthusiasts pass through with her to challenge the highest peak in the world.
For this trip, she has already spent a few million dollars, preparing for a year or two.
The driving young man Chu Fan glanced at the mountains in the distance.
Surrounded by clouds, the majestic mountains are like dragons lying on the ground, separating things from each other and defining the nations. It is a natural borderline.
Its immense and magnificent, and magnificent, far away, I do not know how far away, you can feel that imposing mood.
"Wangshan is a dead horse. The road is still far away. It would be nice to be able to go to the camp today. I really have to climb and wait a long time."
Chu Fan didn't squint when he glanced at him, and he couldn't be distracted while driving.
Qi Geyun gave him a playful white glance, took a telescope and looked around, and suddenly, she screamed:
"Mountain, mountain, that mountain,
Disappeared! !! !! "