Hum~
Like water, the light did not come out of nothingness, and the mark of the primordial spirit that was as dark as ink could not flow around.
But unlike any previous time, although this primordial spirit brand was circulating and trembling, it had no tendency to dissolve in the slightest.
"Sure enough, based on my practice of'Meng Daqian' at this time, I still can't break the mark of the saint..."
Looking at the imprint of the primordial spirit that seemed to be unshakable, An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly, but he was not surprised. Together, he had communicated with each other.
call!
The gloomy void has a moment of brightness, no one can see the subtleties, and the power is burning like a fire.
Hum!
It seemed that it was only a moment, and all kinds of messages were already flowing down in front of An Qisheng's eyes.
And the first thing that comes into view is the astonishing consumption of spying on the brand.
[Consumption of power.... 919 million (Tianxin Seal shielding, ten times consumption)]
Almost a billion power!
This is the time that An Qisheng has consumed the most Dao power since he obtained Dao Yi Tu.
But his brows were slightly twisted. This number was beyond his expectation, but it was not too much, but...
"Too little..."
An Qisheng muttered in his heart.
In the past few decades, he has collected the Jiucheng sect's exercises and books in his hand, and has accumulated a huge amount of power.
It is prepared to spy on the six sages of this world.
Before that, he still had some worries in his heart, worrying that his preparedness was not enough to spy on the Great Free Demon Lord.
Because of Yang Jian's power, it is already as high as 30 million.
At this time, the amount of Taoism consumed is close to one billion, but if there is no separation of the so-called "Heaven Heart Seal", it will not exceed one hundred million!
The gap between each other is huge, but it doesn't seem to have the qualitative change he imagined...
"Is it the imprint of that day? The so-called holy throne?"
Reminiscing about everything he had seen in the sky, An Qisheng had a ray of enlightenment in his heart, and with a thought, he looked at the rest of the message.
[Great Freedom Demon Lord]
[Fate Track: Born in the emperor heaven, on the bank of the evil blood sea, first a demon boy, muddled, not out of the ordinary, and later got strange things from the sky..., thus rising, piercing hundreds of thousands of miles of blood Hai, kill the son of the sea of blood, and climb to the top of the sea of blood...]
[...During the Great War of the Devil, he had to realize the heart of the heavens and claimed to be the great and free demon master. 】
[Evaluation: The boundless demon domain is the king, and the torrent of blood is the main thing. Dominating the world is the respect, and the world is the ancestor! Extraordinary achievement of the holy, united with a world of heaven and heart, can be praised as an extremely (fake) six-star]
false?
false!
Endless messages flowed by, but An Qisheng's attention was completely attracted by that word.
"false?!"
An Qi let out a sigh of relief and suppressed the shock in his heart, only to figure out what was contained in these various messages.
This false is not true or false, but has the meaning of ‘borrowed’ and ‘nominal’.
Reminiscent of having peeped twice at the dialogue between the Tianwaitianxingkong landlord and the Six Sages, a great enlightenment suddenly rose in his heart.
It was as if the window screen was pierced, and there was a sense of sudden enlightenment.
Why did the battle between Xingkong Louzhu and the Six Saints last so long?
Why can't the Xingkong poster enter, and the Six Saints can't come out?
Why would the Dao Extreme Realm's great war eventually involve sentient beings in the Emperor Heaven Realm...
"That's it, that's it..."
An Qisheng's eyes were shining, only to feel that the mist in his heart was gone, and he could thoroughly see the secrets hidden in this realm, even a close sage like Bai Di could not see.
From the chaotic years to the present, the struggles of countless epochs, everything that seems unreasonable, seems to have an explanation.
Why do all the saints preach?
And why the ‘destroy’ and ‘harvesting’ of epoch after epoch.
Although they have enmity between each other, but the real purpose is...
"Fake it into reality!"
......
"Bai Di, dead!"
A calm voice came from the void.
"What? Who?!"
The candle dragon was shocked, and immediately remembered something, his body trembled, and he bowed down for a long time: "Chi, Chidi God Venerable..."
"Hehe, it's rare that you still remember this deity."
Plain and cold words came from the looming red cloud in the void.
"Shenzhen Mingjian..."
The candle dragon's heart shook wildly, and the sweat of Dou Da dripped to the ground: "The god, the little god, is also forced to..."
"Under Fenghuang's sacred flame, this should have been spared. You surrendered to Emperor Bai, it is nothing..."
The red cloud is looming and seems to disappear at any time, the red emperor's eyes are dark and his speech is flat, as if he doesn't care.
In fact, Shinto has always only had superior and inferior, and the so-called loyalty naturally does not exist.
The matter of changing the flag to the flag has existed since ancient times.
"Thank God."
Zhulong's heart loosened, and he looked at the looming Shouyang Mountain in the distance, "Bai Di has fallen, isn't it?"
He was shocked.
He was surprised by the breath bursting from the sky before, but he just thought that Baidi was fighting against someone in the air.
How could you have thought that Baidi would fall so lightly?
But he obviously wouldn't doubt Chi Di's words. For a while, his expression was extremely complex, with fear mixed with doubts, and fear.
"Not bad."
Chidi nodded slightly, looked at the Shouyang Mountain through the void, and said lightly: "Candle Dragon, you send this thing to Shouyang Mountain."
"what?"
When the candle dragon raised his head, he saw a four-color intertwined Dharma note slowly drifting down in the void.
"Red, Cang, Xuan, Jin!"
Zhulong's heart shook, and the four emperors jointly issued the text, could it be a book of war?
At this point, he wanted to refuse, but without speaking, Chidi's voice came from him again: "Don't let me down."
"God!"
Zhulong's complexion changed several times, but still gritted his teeth and reached out to take the decree, subconsciously curling his eyes, his tongue was knotted:
"Recruit, recruit security? How, how is it possible?!"
Looking at the Fa Tie, Zhulong's heart was as chaotic as hemp rope, and it was difficult to digest for a while. He wanted to beg, but where is the aura of the Crimson Emperor in the void?
"Zhaoan?"
Looking at Shouyang Mountain again, the candle dragon head is as big as a fight, and is extremely frightened.
He didn't know how the Emperor Bai died, but it was no more difficult to kill himself than to kill a chicken if he could suppress the existence of the Emperor Bai in silence.
Such an existence can also recruit security? !
Since ancient times, Zhaoan has been recruited by the strong and the weak. The one who can kill the Baidi, is afraid that his cultivation is still higher than the four emperors...
"Trouble, big trouble..."
Zhulong grabbed the hot Fa Tie, stood there for a long time, still sighed, turned and headed towards Shouyang Mountain.
The immortality of the gods depends entirely on the divine way. For him, offending the four emperors is much more terrifying than death...
But even so, he is still unwilling to 11 million.
In a short distance of more than a thousand miles, he walked a full cup of tea before reaching the foot of the mountain.
"call!"
Zhulong was full of thoughts, his face was heavy, and he hesitated again and again before stepping up.
The mountain road is not long, but he walks very slowly, like a prisoner rushing to the execution ground, only feeling that every step is a great torment.
But what surprised him was that he had just walked to the top of the mountain, and a little blue-skinned monster that looked like a weird and gleaming body had already greeted him.
The little monster was dressed in weird clothes, and he was seen going up the mountain, stroking his chest with one hand and swinging back with one hand, and gave a very strange gift:
"Guests from afar, I have been waiting for a long time."
"you are......"
Zhulong took a look at this little monster, but suddenly remembered in his heart the Red Boy King Kong who had forced him to have a magical power of ‘Candle Illumination’.
The two are obviously not very similar, or even completely different, but he has a strong sense of sight in his heart.
"The cultivator of the game, the seeker on the Avenue of Truth...Under the seat of the Hongxuan Taoist, the three-hearted blue soul boy."
Lan Lingtong also looked at the ‘God’ in front of him, and replied when he heard the words and chanted.
"Blue spirit boy..."
The candle dragon's eyes flashed, and he gave a gift, saying: "I am the Emperor's Court, the candle dragon walker under the seat of the red emperor, according to the decree of the emperor, to send the Dharma note to the Taoist Hongxuan, there are important things to discuss... ..."
Zhulong breathed a sigh of relief.
Can you send someone out to greet yourself, what? Maybe, the result is not that bad?
"Please come in."
Lan Lingtong turned and led the way.
Zhulong was looking at the Yangshan Mountain, but no matter how you look at it, there is nothing strange about this mountain. Not to mention the ordinary scenery, the inspiration is still extremely thin.
Such a place, don't say that it is a Shangzhen like Hongxuan Taoist, even an ordinary practitioner may not be worthy of it, right?
He turned his mind, he had come to Taoist temple, and saw the Nan Zhan Shangzhen, Hongxuan Taoist who was suspected of killing Bai Di.
"Taoist Hongxuan..."
Zhulong felt shocked and weird in his heart.
Because he couldn't perceive the slightest level of cultivation from this Taoist, he felt a sense of insignificance under the sky before he stepped into the abyss.
He had never had this feeling before, but UU reading www.uukanshu.com intuitively told him that the person in front of him was extremely dangerous.
His thoughts turned, but he did not dare to neglect, and he hurriedly said: "Zhulong worships Shangzhen!"
"call!"
Under the old tree, An Qisheng still closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, and only slowly opened his eyes after Zhulong saw the gift.
A faint glance at the flashing red light in the distant void before it fell on the candle dragon:
"These four are very cautious."
Compared to Bai Di, these four surprised him more, not because they were stronger, but because they were more cautious.
Not only did the real body never show up, even the incarnation is hidden in the void, making people unpredictable.
Hum!
Before the dragon opened his mouth, the four-color intertwined decree had already risen into the air and landed on An Qisheng's open palm.
Lan Lingtong stood on one side, glanced curiously, and suddenly exclaimed: "Come on?!"
It was astonished.
And with its howl, the body of the candle dragon trembled, and it didn't slip away directly.
Seeing Taoist Na Hongxuan looking at Fa Tie and groaning, he bit his head and said boldly:
"The Dao Master, the four gods, are sincerely inviting each other. With your cultivation base, you should have become gods and ancestors. It is not necessary to be equal to a few emperors..."
call!
The voice stopped abruptly.
Looking at the sudden burning of Fa Tie, Zhulong's heart felt cold, and he subconsciously took two steps back, almost about to flee.
But I saw the four colors on the Dharma fade away and turned into a deep purple.
"It's better to move than to be quiet. It's better to recruit peace than to fight. If you have this realization, Poor Dao will not rush to kill...If you are willing to surrender to your seat, then..."
Mu Ran took the purple Dharma note, and the candle dragon raised his head in a daze. Under the old tree, the Taoist had closed his eyes again, his tone was indifferent and calm, but it spread far and wide:
"On the Fengshen list, you should have a name like Er!"
