Vol 2 Chapter 806: Extremely evil purple river car

The ray of fluorescence on the fingertips is not intense, but in Zeng San's eyes it is extremely gorgeous and intoxicating.
After the Battle of Defying Heaven, the Confucian heritage was incomplete, and even he had only seen sporadic records in the ancient books.
For more than two hundred years, he wandered around not only to explore the past, but also to search for a broken heritage.
Therefore, looking at this ray of shining light, Zeng San's state of mind is a bit unable to control.
"It's the vast river."
An Qisheng flicked his finger, and the ray of fluorescence had already submerged in the center of Zeng San's eyebrows. This was what he got in his'dream'.
Zeng San didn't resist, letting the fluorescence enter his brain, there were many subtle flashes of scripture in his heart, which made people intoxicated and throbbing.
Phoo~
Not long after, Zeng San opened his eyes and put out his hand, a ray of light followed.
"The vast river..."
Zeng San took a deep breath, stood up, and respectfully bowed down: "Mr. found my Confucian inheritance, and this grace must be remembered in my heart."
An Qisheng did not receive his worship, and waved his hand slightly: "I also asked for it, and this is originally your Confucian magical powers, and there is no favor."
He is not a person who is not tolerated by tweet, but he was originally an exchange, and it would be too much to receive gifts from others.
"Exchange is exchange, and kindness is kindness."
Zeng Sanqiang only got up after worshipping, and the significance of the vast river to the Confucian school is difficult for outsiders to understand.
This level of importance is no less than the role of the five-color divine light on the peacock family.
Words naturally cannot express the gratitude in his heart.
"Old Zeng is polite."
An Qisheng can only be controlled by him.
After extinguishing the light of Haoran, Zeng San also recovered his state of mind, and then he said: "Mr. An has such magical powers. I should have promised to let him watch the handwriting of the master because of reason and reason, but..."
He wanted to speak but stopped, but he couldn't speak.
"Old Zeng rest assured, I won't force it."
An Qisheng dispelled his worries. He gained a lot from this handbook. Even if he couldn't read the Master's handbook, it was not in vain.
"It's not a cherished broom, but..."
Zeng San sighed and said.
The handwritten script left by the Master is naturally not more valuable to the Confucianists, not to mention its suppressive effect.
Even if it doesn't, its significance is significant.
"It's true that the old man only saw the handwritten script left by the master and his old man two hundred years ago. When I met later, I couldn't see it anymore."
Zeng San smiled bitterly: "I don't know exactly how the First World War was, but the master left in the bullock cart, but only the bullock cart came back. His old man's handwriting fell asleep with the old bull, so idlers couldn't touch it... ."
"Lao Niu..."
An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly, and he smiled slightly at Zeng San who was apologetic: "But I don't know where the old cow is sleeping?"
Zeng San didn't conceal it. He told the old cow where he was sleeping, but he was a little worried: "The old cow has a bad temper. If Mr. An wants to go, he still has to be careful..."
The battle to cut the sky was upset, and anyone who survived that battle, whether human or demon, whether injured or not, was naturally not good.
"This is natural."
An Qisheng nodded and drank the last glass of wine before getting up and leaving.
"Mr. Ann."
Zeng San suddenly stopped him.
An Qisheng stopped and looked at the old man.
"Mr. said he is a demon, but there is no demon spirit in him, and no other inspiration, but I don't know what kind of method my husband cultivates? Which way is he following?"
Zeng San was really curious.
His life experience is also considered rich, and he has traveled outside Dong Shengzhou, but he has never seen such a strange state as the person in front of him.
He had never seen such a practitioner.
It is neither Confucianism nor Taoism nor Buddha, nor dragon nor demon nor human. He has never seen this state, but he has a vague sense of familiarity.
I don't know where I have seen similar records.
"If I say that I haven't practiced yet, would I be credible?"
An Qisheng glanced at Zeng San deeply.
He transformed into this body for walking, doing things that are not suitable for the body to do, and learning this realm of Fa and Dao is also planned.
However, this world has a special idea and cannot be touched lightly. Even if there is a plan, it must be done slowly.
Therefore, until now, he has no other magical powers in the body of the Bodhi son, but only uses the power of the'giant spirit god' to walk on his behalf.
"letter."
If someone else said this, Zeng San would not believe it, but when the person in front of him said it, he believed it.
"Mr. Ann has a big secret, but the old man has no intention of exploring it, but..."
Zeng San's eyes moved, indicating something:
"Mavericks tend to be more noticeable, sir, he still has to think carefully..."
"Ok?"
An Qisheng was slightly surprised, but he didn't say much, he folded his hands and disappeared in the carriage.
"Bodhi...enlightened..."
The remaining temperature in the carriage dissipated, Zeng San looked at the night outside the window thoughtfully.
This Mr. An is so obsessed with the battle of cutting the sky, is he also a survivor in that battle?
just......
Phoo~
As Zeng San thought about it, Yang Ming walked into the carriage, and the cool breeze brought Zeng San to his senses.
"Teacher, is that a great demon?"
Yang Ming was jealous, and a little surprised, when the big demon went away and asked him for some academic books.
"It should be an ‘Ancient Demon’."
Zeng San looked back.
In today's world, people are divided into two types of monsters. One is that they live in seclusion in the mountains and forests and do not come into contact with humans as enemies. Most of these monsters are ancient monsters that survive for a long time.
The second type is the deep hatred of mankind, which attacks the human kingdom from time to time, and cannibalize countless fierce demons. Most of these demons are not long after their spirits have been opened, and they are also called "modern demons".
"Ancient demon? How could an ancient demon appear?"
Yang Ming became more surprised.
He had seen the ancient demon, the old scalper who used to be under the master's seat was the outstanding one among the ancient demon.
It's just that such a big demon hasn't appeared for a long time.
"Fifty thousand years have passed since cutting down the sky, maybe it's time for them to be born again..."
Zeng San's heart was sinking, with depression.
"they....."
Yang Ming's heart trembled, he naturally knew who ‘they’ meant.
"If you see this'Mr. Ann' in the future, you must remember not to come close, it is best to stay far away..."
Yang Ming was thinking about it, and suddenly he was surprised when he heard the teacher's point.
As soon as I raised my head, I saw my teacher's expressionless face and faintly unpredictable gaze, I couldn't help asking:
"Didn't you say that he is an ‘Ancient Demon’?"
There are very few ancient monsters that are enemies of the human race, and even very few incidents that hurt people.
"He is different."
Zeng San lowered his eyes and didn't say much, just another warning.
"The disciple took it down."
Yang Ming became more curious in his heart, but he insisted.
Just instructed the disciples to speed up to South China Road.
If there is another wave in the world, the human race, the Dongshengzhou human race, at least, in his eyes, will not allow the human dynasty to have a civil war first.
"Yes."
Yang Ming bowed back and issued an order, and the alien beast pulling the cart speeded up and headed towards Nanhua Road, Linxicheng, where the Zhenhaiwang residence was located.
In the wind and snow, the convoy drifted away.
In the chariot, Zeng San had a solemn expression, looking from the window, it seemed that he could still feel the breath of Mr. An.
"Who are you..."
There was a deep jealousy in his eyes.
During the conversation, he certainly had a great liking for that ‘Mr. An’, but his mood was psychic, faintly under his peaceful breath.
I feel a touch of ‘magic’ that is extremely hidden, but extremely pure.
It was a deep ‘magic nature’ he had never seen before.
Even if he had seen the giant monsters and murderous people in some underground palaces and ruins in history, they did not have such a palpitating'magic nature'.
.......
Huhu~
The wind is whistling, and the snow is rolling.
"Magic? Huh~"
In the wind, An Qisheng glanced back at the fading team, and smiled noncommittal.
The supernatural powers of Confucianism are not as good as Taoism, but its spiritual practice far exceeds that of the same level. Zeng San's cultivation is not as good as that of the sun travel god, but his xinxing practice is even higher.
"Just what is the devil again?"
There were ripples in An Qisheng's eyes, but he didn't care.
Heaven and earth have yin and yang, man has good and evil, pure good and evil are not human, nor is it his way.
Dao can contain everything, and the only way to be paranoid is his way.
What he saw and heard in the "dream" was still surging in his heart, and the history written by Zeng Yan kept turning in his heart.
The earthly immortal way, or the inheritance of the emperor and heavenly realm, far surpasses the human world, and the book by Zeng Yan is far more than expected.
The legends and allusions in the epochs are as numerous as stars.
However, An Qisheng's current realm would naturally not take too much time to sort out. When the team seemed to be visible, he had already digested all the gains from this trip.
Including the magical power of the ‘great river’.
"Mavericks, after all, attract attention. If I want to go to the Emperor's Court, I have to practice the way of this world...
Perhaps, we can start from Confucianism? "
When An Qisheng was thinking, he had returned to the town where the rabbit demon was.
In the cold wind and snowy night, naturally there were no people walking in the small town gathering place, not even a few lights.
The moment An Qisheng walked into the town, there was a movement in his heart, his eyes deflected and he looked towards the northwest corner.
There, there was a small courtyard with lights still on, and there were bursts of depressive gasps, as if someone was giving birth, which caught his attention.
It is the figure in the shadow outside the small courtyard.
It was a low Taoist man, standing in the shadows, listening to the neighing in his ears, his eyes filled with disgust and greed:
"It's about to be born, it's about to be born..."
"and then?"
The low Taoist was muttering to himself, when he suddenly heard someone ask, he replied without thinking: "Then he took the ‘extremely evil purple river cart’...Huh?!"
Halfway through the conversation, the low Taoist suddenly woke up and was about to turn around. One palm had broken through his mana barrier.
On his shoulders:
"and then?"
The low man stiffened, and he felt as if he was entangled in a poisonous snake. His heart suddenly became infinitely cold, and his limbs and torso were out of control under the utter chill.
"You, who are you?"
Chill rises in the low man's heart, his lips squirming, and he makes an overly frightened and hoarse voice: "The poor Dao comes from the'Faculty Refining Hall', this fellow Daoist, I am equal to the demon clan.
"Think carefully about what you should say."
An Qisheng squeezed the man's shoulder lightly, causing him to let out a low, depressed scream.
Based on his understanding of the human body, this pinch is more painful than Ling Chi, and even more unbearable than skinning, and this man almost collapsed in pain.
"Pan Dao, Pang Dao was ordered to collect the extremely evil Zihe Cha. This is the will of the master of the'Faculty Refining Hall', I can't go against..."
The man was obviously not a tough guy. He was pinched twice by An Qisheng, and he usually said his intentions after pouring his beans.
The extremely evil Zihe cart is the placenta where babies are born.
In the world of cultivation, this is an extremely evil material, the main material for refining evil spirit pills, and because of its simplicity, it is most liked by some practitioners.
"Human nature is evil! The blood of the human race is so evil, why not take it?"
The low man was sweating profusely with pain, his facial features were twisted and ferocious.
"You know a lot."
An Qisheng faintly glanced at the little demon who was also limp in the mud, and his voice was cold: "But this is not just humans, everything is the same."
Of course he knew what he was talking about.
Since its birth, the meaning of survival has been imprinted in the blood and genes of any race.
In the ancient years, when all spirits were born on the corpse of gods and demons, gods and demons had spied on the essence of this kind of ‘after birth’.
As a result, the selfishness of all spirits shocked the gods and demons.
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Their young children are parasitic in the mother's body, greedy and unrestrained swallowing all the mother's nutrition, and the mother's body uses all means to counteract it.
What they call pregnancy is a ‘war’ between the mother and the fetus!
One is greedy absorption, even if you kill the mother, you don’t care; the other, if you dare to over-absorb, then you will kill you.
In this process, the two derive countless methods from each other, confront each other, and fight each other.
A strong baby can successfully live to be rejected by the'mother', while a weak one can'miscarry'.
A strong mother can survive, but a weak mother will die.
Only when the two are balanced can new lives be born.
Such a naked and race once attracted the attention of gods and demons.
There are even gods and demons who want to kill all living beings because in their opinion, these creatures are too evil.
And the "extremely evil purple river cart" is the battlefield between the two.
After some records of gods and demons were discovered by some evil cultivators, the extremely evil purple river cart became the material for refining evil treasures and spirit pills.
But this is just the opinion of the gods and demons.
Humans, or other races, will not agree with this concept, except for ‘evil cultivation’!
"You... please let me go, let me go!"
The low man wailed in fear, felt the icy killing intent, and his limp body was trembling wildly.
Click~
An Qisheng glanced at him indifferently, trampled him to death in the shadows, and the red blood melted the snow.
An Qisheng took a deep look at the house amidst the lights, lifted the body of the low Taoist, and turned and walked into the snow.
Behind him, a cry broke through the night.
"Wow~ wow wow wow~~~"
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