Divine soldiers are not only weapons, but also divine will, martial arts, inheritance, Taoism, and incarnation.

The intangibility of the divine soldier is not to change the use of many weapons, but because the intangible is tangible, and the invisible soldier can exert all martial arts!

A fist is a gun, a sword, a loose hand, or everything!

With the convergence of tens of millions of qi machines and the qi of the world's swords and soldiers borrowed by An Qisheng, the Dao Sword finally burst out, and the Bagua Furnace was unleashed, accommodating all the Eight Dao Heavenly and Human Divine Soldiers!

Bang!

The gossip furnace formed by the interweaving of Dao Dao Qi and Qi was tumbling in the thunderclouds, and Dao Dao thunderbolts and milk swallows fell like a forest, bursting out with brilliant electric snake sparks and falling like rain.

And in the gossip furnace, the divine soldiers boiled and impacted, and the tiger roared and the dragon groaned.

There is thunder rolling outside, and there are divine soldiers fighting back.

The gossip donkey roared and vibrated with a deafening crashing sound.

It is impossible for the Primal King Power Sword to suppress the Eight Heavenly and Human Divine Weapons with one force, but at this time, although the Bagua Furnace is shaking more and more violently in the rolling sea of thunder, it will never disperse!

Bombardment inside and outside, under the sympathy of qi and machine, a delicate balance is maintained.

Rumble!

Thundered!

The rolling sound waves flowed down with the sound of thousands of thunderbolts, trampling the void like thousands of fierce beasts until the four wildernesses and eight wildernesses, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

The gossip furnace that suddenly appeared in the sky suppressed the eight heavenly and human divine soldiers!

Outside Wangquan Mountain, Nanliang City, and even many martial arts masters in Ronghua Mansion all lost their voices, staring at the gossip furnace in the sky and thunder sea.

They couldn't guess what Anderson was trying to do.

However, they can still see that in this battle, it is An Qisheng who has the upper hand!

With a preliminarily forged divine weapon, with one enemy and eight, it can still have the upper hand, how incredible it is.

"Celestial! After thousands of years, between heaven and earth, heaven and earth were finally born! ”

"How can I have the honor of coexisting with heaven and man! Strong kingship, strong kingship! ”

"Celestial, celestial!"

Countless martial arts people were boiling for it, and looking at this scene above the sky, all of them were extremely fanatical.

If there is anything in this world that attracts people in the martial arts more than the heavenly and divine soldiers, then it must be the heavenly people!

Celestial beings are the dreams of countless martial arts people throughout the ages!

At this moment, everyone didn't see An Qisheng at all, and they couldn't see what was happening in the Sky Thunder Sea clearly, but the frenzy and excitement in their hearts were far beyond anything before!

Especially the masters of the new generation, who have grown up listening to the legend of An Qisheng since childhood, are even more swaying at this time, and they can't help themselves.

"The breath of the Sunbreaker Bow is completely locked in it......."

Somewhere in Fengzhou, Cangliu stood with a bow, and at this time he couldn't help sighing, and put down the pale longbow in his palm.

It is different from other celestial gods.

The power of the Sky Breaking Bow lies not in the bow, but in the arrow.

The reason why it is called the most lethal among the divine weapons is because once that arrow is fired, it is the most ferocious blow.

And trapped in it, the Sunbreaker Bow naturally lost its essence.

"Great Dragon Banner."

Zhao Tianfeng sighed softly, then let out a long laugh and walked away:

"Dependent origination, dependent extinction, so on! I am fortunate to have gained, I have lost my life, the matter is over, it is better to go back, it is better to go back! ”

A faint voice wafted in the wind and sand.

Zhao Tianfeng extinguished the idea of looking for An Qisheng, and his figure flickered a few times, and he had disappeared at the end of the horizon.

Among the military masters of this generation, there are those who dominate the world, those who start sects, and those who rebuild mountain gates, but he is the only one who has never set foot in Mozhou in the past 50 years.

There is no desire to fight for hegemony, nor is there a desire to achieve enlightenment.

The only obsession is to go in front of the king, but now it seems that there is no need.

It's better to go back.

"Forging divine weapons with heavenly and human divine weapons, boundless thunder and fire, the royal power Taoist is really generous!"

In the Moon Worship Villa, the real people of the Moon Worship looked at the sky from afar, with a solemn expression.

He had a vague feeling in his heart that after today, the biggest change in the world was coming.

Wang Quan Dao will become the uncrowned king of the entire Jiufu Realm, and there will be no more controversy.

Many major sects, above the court of the kings, there is a new behemoth, and anyone who wants to resist will become a powder, whether it is an ordinary person or a great master of the divine vein.

At the same time, there was a faint and even more terrifying thought in his heart.

'Then the king's power and Taoist trapped all the celestial and divine soldiers, if it ........'

The thought flashed, and the moon worshipper shook his head again.

Suppressing the Celestial Divine Soldier and refining the Celestial Divine Soldier are not the same concept, the Divine Soldier combines the great fortune of heaven and earth, and if you want to refine it all, you almost have to fight against the martial arts of the Eight Heavenly Beings with your own strength!

Even if the kings and Taoists achieve heavenly beings, they may not be able to do it.

Or rather, there is no need at all.

After today, the heavenly and human divine soldiers will be hidden, and in the world, there will be no resistance to the king's power, and the hard heaven and earth will also forcibly refine the heavenly and human divine soldiers, which is not the work of the wise.

"It's amazing, he really let him do such a thing!"

In the Great Dragon Gate, the Yan Maniac was amazed.

He knew more than the real people of Baiyue, because he had already participated in the matter of casting the sword of royal power, not only him, but also Yun Haitian, Wang Zhulong, and many great monks of Huangjue Temple were also involved.

But even with great admiration for An Qisheng, the Yan madman didn't think that this could be done, after all, it was a celestial and human divine soldier.

Even up to this point, his heart was full of incredible.

Whew~

On the top of the towering bell tower of the Zhengang Dao Mountain Gate, the iron mountain sits and recites Taoist songs.

At the moment when the gossip furnace was formed, his complexion suddenly became excited, his heart was surging, and it was difficult to suppress it.

In the past fifty years, under the guidance of An Qisheng and the huge resources of the royal power, he has cultivated a divine vein that he once dared not imagine, however, even if the joy of the day when the divine vein is achieved, he will never have it at this time.

He looked up at the sky and muttered in his heart: "King's Sword, King's Sword........"

He still can't forget the words he said calmly when he was once at the foot of Tianyu Peak, lost his soul, and when he saw An Qisheng.

On the heads of the kings of the world, hang a sword of kingship!

For this sentence, in Yijiazi, he did not relax for a moment, just for this day.

The thunderclouds rolled above the sky, countless thunderbolts and thundersnakes slashed on the gossip furnace, and the heavenly and human divine soldiers inside were agitated and impacted, and the sound of swords and swords was endless.

Countless people in the world are shocked, excited, jealous, resentful, and frightened.

On the top of the royal power mountain, Li Ling knelt beside An Qisheng with a nervous face, at a loss.

In this world, there are very few things that can make a soldier master at a loss, and at this time, Li Ling has encountered it.

"Daoist ......."

Feeling the almost imperceptible vitality of An Qisheng's body, and the aura of decay and decay, her heart was full of worry.

In the past fifty years, she has been able to grow from a little female thief to the point where she is now, all of which have been cultivated by An Qisheng.

Don't say anything else, if he hadn't given him the Dragon King armor to himself, how could he become a soldier master?

Seeing him like this at this time, his heart was naturally panicked and worried.

"Dao Chief!"

An exclamation.

Gui Xiaoer, who had just helped Huang Fu to the back mountain, changed his complexion greatly, let go of the former, and came to the front with a stride.

was blocked by Li Ling.

Huang Fu didn't pay attention, staggered and almost fell, and was about to scold Gui Xiaoer angrily, when he saw An Qisheng's appearance, his heart suddenly jumped:

"Dao Chief?"

With a chuckle in his heart, he stepped forward as well.

Looking at An Qisheng's white-haired and rickety body, a thick worry appeared on his face: "This, the loss of qi and blood, and the great injury of the divine will, how can it be so, how can it be so?" ”

He paced back and forth, his face shifting.

After decades of career as the Heavenly Prison Master, his vision was extremely broad, and he could naturally see An Qisheng's state at this time.

At this time, his qi, blood and spirit have fallen to the bottom, which is exactly the same as running out of oil and running out.

He didn't know how to make it happen, but he knew that it must have something to do with the collision in the sky at this moment.

Sure enough, even if he is a Dao leader, it is not so easy to suppress the Eight Heavenly Divine Soldiers.

"Lord Huang, how is it good?"

Li Ling's face was worried.

"Nothing can be done."

Facing Li Linggui's gaze, Huang Fu shook his head slightly.

An Qisheng's physique is so strong, that cold Jiao can't be compared with it, such a physique, where can he cure it?

Don't say that it's him, and it won't help to find all the doctors from the past and present.

"We have to wait."

Gui Xiaoer's face was solemn, he glanced at Huang Fu and Li Ling, and arched his hand:

"I'm going to be on guard, at this time, no one can know the state of the Taoist........"

Saying that, Gui Xiaoer was about to retreat.

At this time, An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes and said softly: "No need, I'm fine." ”

His eyes were still deep, and his voice was not old.

"Dao Master!"

"Dao Chief! It doesn't matter to you, right? ”

Seeing him speak, Huang Fu and the others immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the battle has not yet ended, if An Qisheng is defeated, it is difficult to say whether the heavenly human and divine soldiers will fall and completely destroy Wang Quan Mountain.

Although his state at this time was shocking, but he said that it was okay, then it must be fine.

Since the beginning of his life, he has always been omnipotent, capable of doing all the incredible things in the world.

"Nothing."

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows slowly, and a moan from an old machine came from his neck.

With the method of dreaming and fifty years of planning, if he wants to survive in danger, he will look down on him too much.

Decades ago, he achieved the Five Qi Dynasty Yuan, and he had already faintly touched the deep mystery between the spirit and body.

Just in case, the true qi and qi blood will be burned, and the royal power sword will be driven by the extremely strong divine will of that moment, so that the eight great divine weapons can be completely suppressed in the Bagua Furnace.

"Inform the disciples to return to the mountain."

An Qisheng commanded softly.

Li Ling's body shook slightly, bowed and retreated, in the past few decades, Wang Quandao has cultivated a group of letter eagles comparable to Dafeng Golden Feather Eagles, but they are more common and consume less.

After a while, all over the Wangquan Mountain, thousands of letter eagles had already risen into the air, flying in all directions like arrows from the string.

"Dao Chief?"

Huang Fu heard something from his words, and his face couldn't help but darken slightly.

His Heavenly and Human Hope Qi Technique has not yet been completed, but his simple physiognomy technique is not inferior to Han Taste Palace, and he can naturally see what Han Taste Palace has seen.

Even at this time, An Qisheng's breath fell to the bottom, and he could see it more clearly.

Thirty-six months.

Today, thirty-six months later, it is Anqisheng's longevity!

He couldn't understand why An Qisheng, who was only one hundred and fifty years old, died early, but he was also gloomy, he knew that An Qisheng was going to arrange the aftermath next.

"There should be a time when the cause arises and the fate dies, and there is no need to have regrets."

An Qisheng replied lightly, raised his hand and made a slight move.

Bang!

The air flow in the sky is turbulent, and the mighty is like a heavenly river flowing backwards.

Between the interweaving of light and darkness, the phantom of the black and white Taiji diagram flashed, and then the gossip furnace of the Eight Great Heavenly Men and Divine Soldiers of the Suppressor fell like a meteor, pulling out a huge tail inflammation that was unknown how long.

In the thunderclouds following, the thunder sea rolling, towards the king's power mountain.

The celestial phenomena change accordingly.

The dark clouds above Nanliang City, Ronghua Mansion, and even the entire Fengzhou are all converging, and the thunderclouds above the other states of Dafeng slowly dissipate as the disciples of Wang Quan Dao no longer chant Tai Chi songs, revealing a clear sky.

Rumble!

At the top of the Wangquan Mountain, in the interweaving of black and white Taiji diagrams, the gossip furnace is buzzing and turning, like a huge whirlpool, attracting the baptism of thunder.

The sword of royal power cannot trigger thunder.

It was Ankisheng's 'god' who led countless thunderbolts to come and go.

Every thunderbolt fell, even under the guidance of tens of millions of qi machines and endless soldiers, it acted on the heavenly and human divine soldiers who were constantly impacting and impacting in the Bagua Furnace.

His divine will was also under tremendous pressure.

"Celestial Soldier ......."

Huang Fu looked at this scene and muttered to himself.

Only a hundred feet apart, he could feel that with the whipping of many thunderbolts, the phantom of that gossip furnace seemed to have the most terrifying flame in the world, constantly scorching and refining the heavenly and human divine weapons inside.

This fire is not an ordinary fire, it is a strange flame born of the power of the thunder electric snake and the celestial and human divine soldiers, and under the integration of the Bagua furnace.

With its own martial arts divine weapons as the furnace, with tens of millions of qi machines and borrowed the qi of the world's sword soldiers as firewood, and with the power of the collision between the heavenly and human divine soldiers and the thunder electric snake as the firewood.

The number is superimposed, and this scene is now revealed.

He could feel that the phantom of the gossip furnace slowly shrank and became more and more condensed between the rolling and whipping of the thunder sea.

Faintly, he could see the inscriptions slowly emerging on the body of the illusory gossip furnace.

"Three years ......."

An Qisheng slowly lowered his eyes, his heart rose, and he was blessed in the gossip furnace.

Urging the evolution of the gossip furnace in the churning of the thunder sea.

Rumble!

Bang!

At the top of the King's Power Mountain, the thunderclouds rolled violently, and in an instant, it was already three months later.

In March, all the Wang Quan Dao disciples all over the state capitals returned, and Yun Haitian, Wang Zhulong, Yan Maniac, Moon Worship Zhenren and other Divine Vein Masters also arrived at Wang Quan Mountain.

Rumble!

With the last thunderbolt falling, the thunderclouds that did not disperse in March and almost killed all mosquitoes, insects, birds and beasts within a radius of dozens of miles finally dispersed.

The long-lost light flowed down, enveloping An Qisheng, who was holding a gossip furnace that had almost turned into substance.

"The sword of royal power has finally achieved ......."

An Qisheng's heart welled up with joy.

It only took him three years to come to this world and become the first in the world, but for this royal sword, he spent more than 50 years, counting the dream itself, it has been more than 100 years!

It's hard to imagine how much effort you have to take.

"Whew!"

He exhaled slowly, his eyes falling.

The back mountain is very calm, and you can smell the needle dropping.

But it's not that there is no one, on the contrary, outside An Qisheng, the entire back mountain is already full of people, sweeping away at a glance, and the black pressure is like a sea of people.

Among them, Han Weigong's expression was gloomy, Yun Haitian's face was complicated, Huang Fu's eyes were reluctant, the moon worshipping real people was full of admiration, Yan Maniac was full of pity, Jiang Tingting was in tears, Tie Shan's face was stunned, Bai Xian'er was crying, and Sun En was worried.......

and the only alternative fan among them.

While everyone was waiting, Fan Zimin sat cross-legged, with his palm in front of him, dotting ink with the tip of his tongue, constantly writing and drawing on the paper, not knowing what he was recording.

The plain eyes swept over everyone one by one, including his friends, his disciples, and many disciples.

There are many, even the first time I saw myself.

But he is extremely familiar with everyone.

"Brother Dao!"

Yun Haitian took a step forward and bowed his hand slightly.

"Brother Yun doesn't need to say much."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly, and threw the gossip furnace in his palm out.

Tie Shan subconsciously stretched out his hand to take the gossip furnace, and was slightly startled in everyone's eyes:

"Dao Master, what are you?"

At this time, Houshan gathered almost all the disciples of Wang Quandao, and the eight sons of Wang Quan were all there, including his personal disciples Jiang Tingting, Zhang Haohao, Yan Kaiyu, Liuming and others.

There seems to be no reason to give it to yourself.

"You and I agreed at the earliest, and if it is successful at this time, it will naturally be initiated by you."

An Qisheng got up slowly, and his eyes swept over everyone present one by one:

"The sword of royal power, where my will is, every hundred years, will be passed on in the world, anyone who gets the sword of royal power, that is, my disciple, the eighth son of royal power!

Among the eight sons, the one with the highest merit will inherit my name and be the king of the future generations! ”

His voice was neither high nor low, but it sounded in the hearts and ears of everyone present, and it was even more infectious, as if it was going to be deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts!

The sword of royal power, as its eighth, seven sons and one mother, the strong one commands seven swords for the mother, and is a new generation of kingship Taoist!

All those who heard the meaning of An Qisheng's words were shocked.

This is the aftermath of the explanation.

Is the royal power Taoist going to open the gate of heaven?

Still is.......

"Obey the orders of the patriarch!"

In the back mountain, thousands of royal power disciples knelt down in unison and kowtowed:

"From the disciples to the royal power of the people who have been passed down from generation to generation, they will definitely remember the order of the ancestors!"

Tens of millions of people should be in unison, the sound waves are mighty, it seems to be stronger than thunder, and the wind is howling.

When the voice died down, everyone looked up.

Between heaven and earth, there seems to be no trace of An Qisheng.

Only a calm voice with a hint of melancholy swayed with the wind: "Gentlemen, there will be a period in the future, and I hope to see each other one day!" ”

No one knew how he disappeared, not even the powerful Yan Maniac, Sun En, and the other Taiyin Wuji masters in the crowd.

But at the same time, an enlightenment arose in their hearts:

This will be the last time I will see Anqisheng.

Even if there are thousands of kings and Taoists in the future, it will never be him again.......

"Teacher! Teacher ......."

Jiang Tingting, Zhang Haohao, Yan Kaiyu, Liu Ming, Bai Xian'er and other disciples grabbed the ground with their heads, tears flowed, and infinite reluctance rose in their hearts.

"It's ......"

Yan Kaiyu raised his head after kowtowing heavily, his palm trembled, and he suddenly pinched a foreign object.

He pinched it gently, and the thing was white, boxy, and looked like a sheepskin, but it was actually a piece of human skin.

"Master's handwriting? This is what the master left me? ”

Looking at the handwriting on the paper, Yan Kaiyu's heart trembled, and he slowly opened the human skin scroll, only to see that the eight big characters on it were lined up, containing deep thoughts:

Three thousand years later, Xunjian is in the sun!