An Qisheng's eyes lit up.

With a slight sensing, you can sense the connection between the statue in front of you and the darkness.

He had no way of verifying how far away the Peerless Spirit Universe where Xuanxing was located and the Jiufu Realm where the King's Dao was located.

But even if the Peerless Universe of the universe where the Jiufu Realm was located was close together, the distance between the two would inevitably be far greater than 100 billion light years.

What's more, the two worlds may not really be so close.

If he wants to cross the universe in the flesh, it is naturally not enough for An Qisheng and Wang Quan Dao at this time, unless he can completely grasp the mystery of the universe replacement.

But if you can't cross the two realms in the physical body, you can do other things.

For example, dreaming.

Connect the two worlds with the statue of the gods, and let the beings of the two worlds enter my dreams!

I once dreamed of sentient beings looking for the way forward, but now, I can let sentient beings come into my dreams and guide them to the way.

Dreaming of Daqian, it can also be called Daqian dreaming!

Boom~

The picture of the Tao is like ripples of water, and between the divine light, a line of text flows out:

[Dao One Divine Power: Dreaming Daqian (Daqian Dreaming) has been mastered, level, three-star]

"Is Daqian dreaming......"

An Qisheng's heart rippled, but he was not too surprised.

Bang~

As soon as he stepped on his feet, the invisible fluctuations shook into the ground, and the human-tall 'Statue of Kingship' had already risen from the ground and was held up by him with one hand.

Walk into the Taoist temple.

Then, in the slightly dim room, he sat down on the futon and slowly closed his eyes.

Airplanes~

As his mind turned, the 'Infinite Cave Heaven, Reincarnation Blessed Land' in the depths of his soul suddenly shone brightly, illuminating the many steps that came down in all directions.

Faintly, there were many spiritual imprints of different lights and shadows flying like birds in the infinite cave sky.

These spiritual imprints are all written by An Qi who was born in Xuanxing and has dreamed of floating in the realm for a long time, from experts and scholars who do not know martial arts, to the seven sons of Wang Quan Dao in the past dynasties, and the people of Wang Quan Dao.

These many spiritual imprints melted away in the steep divine light, melting like snow, and then under an invisible fluctuation, they turned into unknowable subtle lines and disappeared into nothingness.

Connect to the underworld.

Xuanxing is different from the Jiufu Realm and the Human Realm, except for a few places, the vast majority of people have never experienced war or life and death crises in their lives.

Moreover, most people are busy every day, even working overtime until late at night, and in such a state, it is really more than enough to divide their energy to practice martial arts or do other things.

Of course, more importantly, An Qisheng didn't really want to break the peaceful order of Xuanxing.

With a sharp weapon to kill the heart, along with the martial arts comes the evil of human nature, after a long floating world, the way of the world, twice combing the world, cleaning the world, he has gained a lot, but he doesn't want to let Xuanxing also experience it.

It's not that all people practice martial arts, and all people can practice it, the Tao can never be passed on lightly, and this is by no means a broom cherished.

Therefore, the first batch of preachers in Anqisheng naturally wanted to be 'those who know the roots'.

......

"How is Old Lu?"

In the magic capital, in front of the special care ward of a hospital, a group of people were waiting anxiously outside, and the nurses who were surrounded turned a little pale, one of these people was a well-known person in the magic capital, and many of them she had only seen on TV.

"Lu, Lu Lao hasn't woken up yet......"

The little nurse's face was a little nervous, and she stammered a little when she spoke.

The one in the intensive care ward, but the real master of the Magic Capital Biology Field, his disciples are now elites from all walks of life, once he really can't wake up, it will be an earthquake-like event in the Biology Field.

"I'll just say that this hospital can't work, if you want me to say, just go to Xuanjing, Lao Liu, isn't your son the director of the military hospital? Let him call an expert consultation! ”

Hearing what the nurse said, an old man with a Chinese face in the crowd said in a deep voice.

"No, Lu Lao can't stand the bumps at this time, in case his condition deteriorates, it's terrible!"

The person called Lao Liu shook his head again and again: "I have asked Zhiyan to summon experts to come to the magic capital, what instruments do you need, Xuanxing has, I will bring them together, Lu Lao can't move!" ”

As the group spoke, they couldn't help but be a little louder.

The little nurse was nervous, but she still reminded: "Lu Lao needs to rest, you, you can't ...... so loudly"

The words came to an abrupt end.

More than a dozen masters from all walks of life all shut up, more obedient than the children who heard the teacher reprimand them at school.

Only the old man with the national character face got up and came to the door: "Can you go to see Lu Lao now?" I'm his junior ......."

The little nurse hesitated for a moment, but she still couldn't resist the old man's eyes: "Okay, you can only go in one." ”

The old man with a national character face nodded.

Walk into the ward.

The strong smell of disinfectant water, on the snow-white hospital bed, an old man with gray hair was lying quietly on the bed, and the lines on the ECG monitor on his side were also undulating.

Several doctors stood by and did various examinations.

"Brother Lu......"

Looking at Lu Shiping on the hospital bed, the eyes of the old man with a Chinese face were a little blurred.

Although I know that life is endless, birth, old age, sickness and death are inevitable, but I still can't help but feel sad.

"Huh?"

At this moment, a doctor stood up and looked at the instrument with some surprise, the undulating lines had stabilized.

"What's wrong?"

The old man with the national character face was a little nervous.

"No, it's okay, you don't have to worry, Lu Lao ......"

Under the mask, the doctor's eyes were a little suspicious: "It seems to be asleep......"

"Asleep?"

Looking at Lu Shiping's stretched brows and steady breathing on the hospital bed, the old man was also a little stunned.

Since the terminal stage of cancer, no matter how much medicine and equipment are assisted, Lu Shiping has never had such a smooth and peaceful sleep.

Comfortable and serene.....

Like soaking in warm water, like his mother's embrace when he was young, Lu Shiping can't remember how long he hasn't been so relaxed.

It seems like a long time, and maybe it's just a moment.

He slowly opened his eyes.

"It's ......"

The familiar pain was gone, and the soft mattress beneath him was no longer a soft mattress, but a plank that was not smooth.

Something doesn't seem right.

Lu Shiping had such a thought in his heart, but there was no fluctuation, and he quietly experienced the time without severe pain.

Some tightness in the chest, is this bronchitis?

The hands and feet are weak, and the abdomen is empty, which is because I have been hungry for a long time, and the muscles behind my back are a little sore, which should be the reason for sleeping on the hardwood board for too long.

It's not a good feeling, but for him who has been seriously ill for many years, it's a beauty that he hasn't experienced for a long time.

This body is not your own.

He knew that his heart would not beat so strongly, his faint old eyes could not see so clearly with glasses, and his dull brain did not turn so fast.

After a moment of quiet understanding, he slowly straightened up and looked around.

The house is surrounded by walls, this is Lu Shiping's first impression.

Antique, this is the second one.

Nope.

A table, a stool, a room beam, the emptiness is outrageous.

"Is this a freshman?"

Lu Shiping staggered to his feet, not surprised, because any situation is much better than waiting for death in bed.

Call~

At that moment, a gust of wind blew in through the tattered door.

In Lu Shiping's somewhat surprised gaze, the dust on the ground swirled and flew, turning into a line of words that he had never seen before, but clearly understood its meaning:

[Jin Ge Iron Horse, righteousness in the rivers and lakes, martial arts competition, battlefield hegemony...... This is the stage where the strong are horizontal, and it is also the hell where the weak scream.

The strong sit on thousands of miles of picturesque rivers and mountains, silk and satin, brocade clothes and jade food, wives and concubines are like clouds, and the weak are surrounded by four walls, skinny as firewood, or die by the roadside, or die of illness on the couch......]

[This is a timeless legend, and it is also a generation of singing and crying myths - the author of "The Legend of Kingship", Fan Zimin]

[Here, you can witness legends, you can also write myths, you can learn from teachers, you can do chivalry, you can also go through the world, you can crisscross the business sea, you can join the army and build a business, you can also take the scientific examination as an official.......

You can paint with pen and ink, and the text will be passed down for thousands of years, and you can also use the martial arts to become a generation of grandmasters]

【Welcome to the Jiufu Realm】

【Welcome to King's Power Legend】

[Two years later, it was the first year of the kingship......]

"Jiufu Realm, the ...... of royal power"

Lu Shi calmly read all the words, touched his chin and thought: "This text, which dynasty's text is it?" ”

......

In the southeast of Xuanzhou, in the suburbs of the new city, there is a garden that covers a huge area and has a strong architectural color of Xuanguo.

Elegantly decorated and beautifully landscaped, this garden occupies a large area with hundreds of people just outside the door.

The owner of this manor is surnamed Gong, and he is one of the giants of Daxuan who emigrated overseas.

After only a few decades in Singapore, he has already set foot in catering, real estate, finance, ocean trade and other industries, and his wealth is huge.

In the quiet place of the manor, the palace Qingzhu is dressed brightly, and sits quietly on the moon under the night breeze, with a trace of thought on his delicate and beautiful face: "See the ...... above God"

In front of her, a video that has been popular on the Internet recently is playing.

She has watched this video many, many times, but she still can't guess why the ordinary boy who once followed Wang Zhixuan to the new city to perform a mission can grow to such a point in just over four years.

The Gong family is a three-hundred-year-old martial arts family, and the ancestors of the Wang family once co-founded the Central Martial Arts Hall with Gu Changfeng and the ancestors of the Wang family, and also presided over the North Boxing and Southern Transmission, and is a master in the martial arts world.

Up to now, although it is in decline, her kung fu has not been lost, her kung fu is not under Wang Zhixuan, and she has also hugged Dan and sat across, touching Gangjin.

Naturally, you can see the extraordinary features of An Qisheng in the video.

Moreover, she knows more, for example, in the video, the hideous-looking female zombie is Wang Zhixuan, and under the means of that person, she has recovered her original appearance, and even her physical strength has increased greatly.

Faintly, there is already a bit of a divine atmosphere.

"Second Miss."

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and the voice of Gong Sanyang, the real power figure of the Gong family, came.

"The door is not locked, the third uncle should come in."

Gong Qingzhu responded softly, over thirty years old, her voice was still as delicate and tactful as a girl.

Gong Sanyang pushed the door in, glanced at the video in front of Gong Qingzhu, withdrew his eyes, and reported: "The matter of the Longcheng Group is over." ”

"Oh?"

Gong Qingzhu's heart moved slightly: "But you didn't take advantage?" ”

"The second lady expected it to be good, although Yan Changsha was killed by An Qisheng in the God of War Square, but before he died, he invited back the second leader of the beggar society, Potter, to come back, that white man, is not easy to deal with, the eight of us shot together, and he beat him back, and he didn't take advantage."

Gong Sanyang smiled slightly bitterly, obviously not only did not take advantage, but also suffered a loss.

"Those who see the gods, their physical strength is outstanding, and their brains are not too bad, Longcheng Group and Beggar Dao Club are all trillion-level giants, and if you want to eat a bite, you have to withstand the counterattack....."

The night breeze slowly blew Gong Qingzhu's long hair, she reached out to turn off the computer, and gently pulled up a strand of long hair from her sideburns, and her tone was as light as smoke:

"Father is old, it's time to retire, it's inconvenient for me to come forward, third uncle, go ahead."

"This ......"

Gong Sanyang hesitated slightly, and then replied in a low voice: "To what extent?" ”

"The family doesn't have anything to say about cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, sending him to Fusang, and accompanying his concubine to spend the next life in a rich life is ......"

Gong Qingzhu's face was flat, and his tone did not fluctuate: "In addition, tell him that no matter how busy he is, he will go to visit his mother's grave on August 3rd every year, otherwise, his little concubine and illegitimate child will die!" ”

"Yes."

Gong Sanyang's heart is full of thoughts.

The grievances between Gong Qingzhu and his father have been more than ten years, and the fight between the two has been more than twenty years, but now, they are finally going to make a break.

It's just that he has thought about this day many times, but he never thought that Gong Qingzhu would be so calm, and it was as if he was casually slapping a fallen leaf.

Instead of fighting with him for twenty years and almost being killed several times.

But he didn't dare to ask any more, so he could only answer and bow back.

The door closes, and the room returns to calm.

Gong Qingzhu faced the wind and the moon, and there was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes: "Mother, he is my father in the end, but he can't do what you want......."

After many years of long-cherished wishes, there is not much joy in Gong Qingzhu's heart.

She has been working hard for twenty years, not for power and wealth, but to prove to that man and the entire palace family that women can also be great.

Call~

In the night breeze, Gong Qingzhu slowly closed her eyes, she had very little sleep, but for some reason she was sleepy at this time, but she did not resist, but with a touch of melancholy that was not easy to detect, she slowly entered the dream.

"Huh?!"

In her sleep, Gong Qingzhu seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly opened her eyes, and what she saw made her pupils shrink.

It's a woman's boudoir, but it's not hers.

In the antique room, it can't achieve such an effect, like a bean lamp swaying through the lampshade in the room, turning into lines of words in front of the palace Qingzhu.

"Kingship, long floating ......"

Gong Qingzhu frowned, if it weren't for her strong confidence in herself, she almost thought that she was hypnotized!

How did you end up here?

Who is behind this?

What is his purpose?

Da Da Da ~ She was in her heart when there was a knock on the door, and a crisp call came from outside the door:

"Senior Sister Qing, the fourth watch has passed, and the practice time stipulated by Senior Sister Wushuang has arrived......"

Practice?

Peerless junior sister?

Strange and familiar memories surfaced in his mind, and Gong Qingzhu's eyes gradually lit up.

According to his memory, the place where he is called the White Lotus Demon Sect, which belongs to a world-class terrorist organization, the Six Hell Demon Sect, and he is an outer disciple of the White Lotus Demon Sect.

And what is the peerless junior sister, it is said that she is the personal disciple of the sect master of the White Lotus Demon Sect, and the only young person in the White Lotus Demon Sect and even the entire Six Prisons Demon Sect who can be compared to the Six Prisons Holy Son Feng Qingxuan.

"Okay."

Thinking about it, Gong Qingzhu responded very calmly.

Pushing open the door, there was a girl in green outside the door, about twenty-six or seven, looking delicate and lovely, but Gong Qingzhu could feel a ray of crisis.

"Senior Sister Qing, have you heard, Fengguo Fengzhou is said to have a soul-snatching demon skill born, the Red Lian Demon Sect, the Great Sun Demon Sect, and the Purgatory Demon Sect have all sent people forward! Senior Sister Wushuang is said to want you to go to ......"

The girl in green whispered.

Gong Qingzhu had a lot of doubts in his heart, and he could only respond casually.

The sense of disobedience in my heart is getting deeper and deeper, what is going on?

Alien games?

Or is it .......

.......

Rumble!

The Infinity Cave shook every day, waking up Yan Changsha, who was sitting cross-legged and meditating.

"Huh?!"

Yan Changsha frowned, only to see that the steps under him suddenly rose up, and looking around, many steps also vibrated for it.

The high falls, the low rises, and soon, it has formed a white jade square with a length and width of thousands of meters.

And that white light door that was originally out of reach was close in front of him, and in the next moment, with undoubted momentum, swallowed him in one gulp!

Not only Lu Shiping, but also Gong Qingzhu, Yan Changsha in the infinite cave sky.

In the eastern hemisphere of Xuanxing, the wind and waves who fell asleep under the same canopy, Tan Jingshan, Li Qingyuan, Jing Xiaolou, Wang Zhixuan, Jiang Shili, Chu Fan, Yi Feibai, Luo Neng, Li Yan, Wang Anfeng, Gu Changsheng......

But all the people who have ever seen and dreamed of An Qisheng, whether they practice martial arts or not, and how high or low their boxing skills are, are all after An Qisheng closed his eyes.

Into his dreams!