"Enkisheng !!"

With a roar of endless resentment.

That luck dragon, no, the demon dragon was pulled into the void by force.

The national fortune controls hundreds of millions of people, and it is naturally affected by the people, and the lights of the ten thousand homes collected by An Qisheng are just the introduction, and the real source of power of the 'chain' still comes from the countless small people and peddlers in the Daqing territory.

What you look down on and don't care about may one day become a chain that you can't get rid of.

Whew~

The aftermath was blown away by the wind, and the huge imperial city suddenly fell into a dead silence again.

The man raised half of his knees, and suddenly fell down heavily, and his heart was like ashes.

He could hear who it was.

Even the sect leader's backhand has been suppressed, how can he not despair?

"So, that's it?"

Sa Wuling was a little stunned.

Making such a big move, it was solved so easily?

"He threw himself into the national fortune, and in the hearts of the people of the world, it was not easy to kill, but he failed to succeed, and it was not difficult to suppress it......."

Anqisheng flicked his sleeve and lowered his hand.

Poor information, everywhere.

There are some things that are very different from those who know how to do them, and those who don't know how to do them.

The plan of the Heavenly Providence Daoist was not very subtle, but it was secretive, and no one could have imagined that he would refine his own deity into an elixir and feed it to the old emperor to eat.

If no one knows, he may not be impossible.

It's a pity that even if he doesn't make a move, the possibility of Providence succeeding is not great, and according to the original trajectory, he is probably planted in the hands of that old man.

It is not unreasonable for people to count innate numbers as fearful.

The old Taoist priest has a strange smell in it.......

"Repression? Can't even a real person kill him? ”

Yan Xiake couldn't help asking.

The person he hated the most was undoubtedly the Heavenly Providence Daoist, followed by the old emperor, and it was only because it was impossible to kill the Heavenly Providence Daoist that he retreated to the second place.

"He absorbs the power of incense, and at the cost of the deity, he integrates into the people's hearts and the country's fortune, killing him, the only way to kill him is to let the people of the world come."

An Qisheng looked into the depths of the void and seemed to see the ink dragon struggling to himself:

"What is more terrible than death is that life is worse than death......."

Providence, people's hearts, it is not easy to get one of them, how easy is it to want it all?

The heart of one person has changed in a thousand ways, and the hearts of hundreds of millions of people are such a heavy force, once they can't bear it, they will be crushed to pieces and ashes.

The national fortune of the Great Qing Millennium, where the hearts of hundreds of millions of sentient beings are, even if the primordial spirit is in it, it will also sink.

The plan has been frustrated, and this providence, no, the mind of the evil son of heaven, has been eroded and distorted by endless distractions.

"People ...... the world"

Yan Xiake muttered to herself, vaguely guessing something.

"Let's go."

An Qisheng flicked his sleeves, suppressed the whistling air flow smoke and dust, and looked in the direction of Qingdu City:

"Let's see if anyone wants to pick peaches......"

.......

The earth-shattering collisions seem to have passed.

Qingdu City was still in shock and panic, unable to calm down for a long time, many people looked up, and the traces left by the aftermath were still not dispersed.

The breathtaking breath still seems to be there.

Almost all of them were too apprehensive to stay outside and retreated to their homes, where a wall was of no use, but there was a sense of security in it.

Yes, it is only in the middle of the day.

There is no one walking outside the huge Qingdu City, and the wide streets are empty, like a ghost town.

Walking on the empty long street, the long pine nuts are like a dream:

"Providence Daoist, is this planted?"

Only he knows how long his own teacher has been planning and laying out in order to deal with the Heavenly Providence Daoist and the Heavenly Providence Sect.

But this time, it didn't seem to be useful at all.

The Daoist of Providence, who had been dominant in Daqing for a hundred years, was killed on the spot by the born An Qisheng Town.

"How can it be so easy?"

The Heavenly Machine Daoist smiled dumbly:

"If this providence is only like this, it will not be able to live now, and the cunning rabbit still has three holes, let alone the original god?"

Chang Songzi was slightly stunned, looked at the end of the long street, seemed to feel something, and frowned slightly:

"Where did these people come from?"

In his senses, there were waves of mana at the end of the long street.

"There are not many cultivators in Daqing, but after hundreds of years of accumulation, there are only more than 100 people, but most of them are unwilling to participate in this so-called Wanfa Conference.......

The Heavenly Machine Daoist stopped for a moment, and suddenly sighed:

"Let's go."

"Let's go?"

Chang Songzi was a little puzzled: "Teacher, aren't you going to the helm of the Heavenly Providence Sect?" ”

"No more chances......."

The Heavenly Machine Daoist lowered his eyes, and a ray of surprise flashed:

"Solved the Heavenly Evil Son so quickly, who is this person?"

The hearts of Tianji Dao people couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

In order to deduce the flaws of the Heavenly Providence Daoist, he spent a full time to deduce the layout, but that An Qisheng seemed to know the flaws of the Heavenly Providence Daoist better than him.

After a while, it had already suppressed the Divine Dragon of Fortune dominated by the Heavenly Evil Son.......

Even he can't do this at all.

Could it be that this person's innate number is far above his own?

Legend has it that many of the old monsters that were killed by the Netherworld Mansion King in ancient times also had a backhand, and today after the Netherworld Mansion disappeared for thousands of years.

Are they really going to be born?

......

Call~

People blow with the breeze, fluttering on the eaves, falling silently, and there is no shadow behind them under the sun, like ghosts.

The person who came was dressed in a green shirt, tall and tall, with a gentle and elegant complexion, and there was naturally no trace of fireworks when he stepped into the air.

Shout~

An imperceptible ray of light fell on his shoulder, transforming into a paper figure the size of a thumb.

"The helmsman of the Providence Sect has already gone to the empty building? The people stationed in the backyard also fled, just because there was a layer of formation guarding, even you didn't dare to approach? ”

The green-shirted Confucian touched his chin, and his eyes flashed with a strange light:

"It seems that this is where the secret of the old thief of providence lies....... Well?! Who! ”

After thinking about it in his heart, the eyes of the Confucian in green shirts were like electricity, and he hit the void.

Thorn~

There seemed to be a substantial electric light across the void, rippling everywhere.

"It's worthy of being a Confucian Taoist, and I can't hide it from you......."

A coquettish laugh came from the void.

Immediately, in the ripples of the Void Dao, the three of them walked out side by side, standing in the void, looking at the Confucian scholar in the green shirt, or rather, the Confucian Taoist from afar.

The pupils of the Confucian Taoist shrank slightly, and he could see the faces of the three people clearly.

The smiling woman was a woman in a yellow cedar, the woman was petite, but she was carrying a big red gourd that was much taller than herself, and on the right side, there was a young man in black who was not smiling and was as silent as iron.

Carrying a sword box, there is a hidden sword intent on his body.

And in the middle, it was a middle-aged man who stepped on the white lotus and wore a white robe.

The middle-aged man was handsome, with long hair tied up in a crown, a blood-red cinnabar shining in the center of his eyebrows, and a pair of eyes hidden in the ghost, as if he had double pupils.

"I heard that you have obtained a Taoist system of ancient Confucianism, and you are familiar with the classics of scripture and history, and you have the ability to seek good fortune and avoid evil before entering the Tao, and after entering the Tao, your divine sense is even more sensitive, and you have the ability to spy on the future.......

I don't know if it's true or not? ”

The middle-aged man dressed in white and stepping on the white lotus spoke lightly, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

Confucianism and Taoism are a loose cultivator.

Scattered cultivation is never a good title, it represents the most marginal of the cultivation world.

Without the guidance of predecessors, it is very easy to make mistakes, for example, some Jianghu martial artists, who have obtained the cultivation method by mistake, will often use their own weapons as 'receiving the urn', making a lot of digestion.

Just like sword cultivation, sword cultivation and sword flying, in the Jianghu script, it is often flying with a sword, but in fact, it is the sword light, which can fly, protect oneself, and kill the enemy.

You take off the sword instead of facing the orthodox sword cultivator, just one sword can kill you.

In this way, the disadvantages of casual practice are extremely great.

Because there is no regret in seeking the truth, even if you know your mistake in the future, you will not have the opportunity to change it and correct it.

This Confucian Taoist is different.

This person was originally a landed scholar, and by chance he got the ancient Confucian practice method that had long been broken.

It's even stronger than the supernatural real person of sword cultivation.

"White Lotus Daoist, Huangqing'er, Tongueless Daoist, you are also here!"

The Confucian Taoist looked heavy and recognized the person.

The middle-aged man in white, named White Lotus Daoren, is said to have obtained a white lotus by chance when he was young, and this white lotus is said to be the remnant of a heavenly demon in ancient times.

The people of the White Lotus Dao have naturally advanced by leaps and bounds, and before the longevity of Jiazi, they have already refined their magical powers.

In addition, when he sat down on the White Lotus Magic Weapon, he could fight with the Tribulation Dazhen for a short time and the tribe would be inferior.

The two behind him, the one with the red gourd named Huang Qing'er, and the black-clothed swordsman named the Tongueless Daoist, are both famous masters of the evil way.

The three of them joined forces, and they once had a record of ambushing and killing the great real people.

Although there may be something else hidden in it, it fuels the ferocity of the trio.

"Such a big event as the Wanfa Conference is naturally indispensable to us."

Huang Qing'er smiled skillfully, and her eyes were bright:

"It's you a Confucian Taoist, who thinks you're upright, and you also came to take advantage of the fire to rob, which surprised the concubine....... It's just that although the Providence Sect has a great family, it can't withstand many people's sharing.

The rest of the robbers have been cleaned up by us, Confucian Taoist, you are the last one......."

As they spoke, the three of them slowly approached, faintly showing signs of surrounding the Confucian and Taoist people.

Airplanes~

The figure of the Confucian Taoist figure did not move, and the paper figure on his shoulder burned with a 'snort', turning into a faint fire, and trembling incessantly.

An inexplicable wave spread.

Call~

The Confucian Taoist pinched the fire with two fingers, and his eyes were cold:

"There is a battle in the Ten Thousand Dharma Altar, I believe you have all seen it, you will not be ignorant of that Daoist's methods, if you dare to fight with me, it is difficult to say that it will not attract the interference of that Daoist.......

You guys, think about it! ”

The Confucianists and Taoists implied a threat, although they did not participate in the Wanfa Conference, but it did not mean that they did not see the battle in the Wanfa Altar.

The methods of the white-clothed Taoist were fierce enough to make anyone change color when they saw it.

"The ...... of the man"

Hearing this, the faces of the three people including the White Lotus Daoist changed.

"That real person is certainly invincible, but we also have our own way of concealment, and killing you will not have the slightest effect."

The White Lotus Daoist said and slowly raised his head.

It seems that the next moment is about to strike.

Huang Qing'er and the tongueless Dao people also slowly raised their eyebrows, and there were faint mana fluctuations on their bodies.

The heart of the Confucian Taoist sank, and he was about to crush the flame in his palm, when his face suddenly changed greatly, and he was a little speechless for a while:

"Back, back......."