On the top of the mountain, the wind and clouds dispersed, and the air flow rolled and roared.

Pang Wanyang's face remained unchanged, he just glanced at the Taiji diagram and shook his head slightly:

"It's a pity that you haven't done it......"

The two of them were separated by miles, but the top of the mountain seemed to become heavy all of a sudden, and the flying air and wind were suddenly pressed against the ground by the invisible pressure.

Many martial arts people on the top of the mountain subconsciously retreated, wanting to avoid the two.

But no matter how they retreated, the depression in their hearts could never subside, and it was the two who were clearly facing each other, but partiality gave them the illusion of facing the two masters.

"There is no end to the road, how can it be achieved or not?"

Anderson just smiled.

The realm never represents everything, especially for him.

Whether it is the qi vein or the divine vein, it is just the division of the predecessors, time and space are eternally forward, and the times will not stop, only one generation is stronger than the next.

The legacy of predecessors will only become a cornerstone for stepping higher, not a constraint.

How is the vein?

What about Taiyin Wuji?

Don't say that Pang Wanyang has a wisp of divine intent here, even if he is in person, he will fight again!

"There is no end to the road, and it is true that there is no success or failure......"

Pang Wanyang bowed slightly, expressing his approval.

As he spoke, he felt a little regretful:

"If I had known that such a person would have looked like this, this time, I shouldn't have come to ......."

A volume of Tai Chi graphics has already shown this person's mental avenue, and he is a little amazed, wanting to see what this Dacheng is like.

At this time, although he came by himself, although it was a wisp of divine will, if he couldn't take it, wouldn't it be a pity that this was such a superb avenue?

He sighed and paced.

Rumble!

As he paced, his aura changed again.

It was like the sky pressing down, discharging thousands of huge waves, and the surging air flow hit the faces of thousands of people.

Suddenly, the mountains shook, and the dust rose like dragons, as if thousands of troops were stepping on them.

Bang!

There seemed to be thunder rolling in the sky.

Wang Zhenlong raised his eyebrows and looked, only to see that the white clouds in the sky were all ink, and all the light had been covered in an instant, and the top of the royal power mountain at noon was like a dark night for a while.

"Sympathetic of qi and machine, too yin and infinite ......"

Yun Haitian slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and his face was solemn.

Qi vein, true qi and heaven and earth sympathetic, can subtly affect the surrounding heaven and earth aura, but it can only reach the point of the void to generate water and fire.

And the divine veins are formed, and under the agitation of the divine will, they can even envelop the aura of heaven and earth for several miles, follow the wind and thunder in their steps, and burn the mountains and boil the sea.

Just like the King of the Red Sun, the power of one day can burn thousands of miles of mountains.

It is even said that there are some strange martial arts that can change the weather and heaven through long-term communication, however, with just one step, the sky will be covered with dark clouds.

Countless people changed color in unison.

I felt that Pang Wanyang took a step forward, the heavens and the earth were turned upside down, and the vast and grand momentum filled his heart in an instant.

The divine will is boundless, seemingly empty, and seemingly omnipresent.

Everyone present only felt that their hearts were heavy, and they only felt that they would be the first to bear the brunt.

For a time, the top of the mountain was chaotic, and everyone was in danger.

"Movement changes at four times, the climate changes, and it is too yin and infinite, which is really another completely different realm......."

With a soft sigh, An Qisheng slowly got up.

Using human power to influence the changes of the four seasons, even if he is now, he can't do it, or rather, he can't reach the level of influencing the changes of the four seasons with a simple physique.

In the legend of Xuanxing, there is a Taoist priest who influences the changes of the four seasons, but he is different from the method of stepping on the gang, and that is more similar to the art of feng shui.

With Pang Wanyang's steps, it is impossible to compare with the celestial phenomena.

Airplanes~

As he slowly stood up.

The people present were in a trance, only to feel that the invisible aura spread in all directions, and the moment the person got up, it seemed that a towering mountain peak suddenly stood up, and it was like a real dragon raising its head into the clouds, connecting heaven and earth.

Retreat the dark clouds!

The pitch-black sky seemed to have been pierced at once, and the golden sunlight fell from the hollow, spreading like golden armor on An Qisheng's white robe.

Between the howling winds, his dusty white robes danced in the wind, like the legendary immortals who wanted to survive the thunder tribulation and ascend.

A vast and vast breath was deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts like an imprint for a while.

Although they simply stood up, everyone felt that the crisis in their hearts disappeared, as if the mountains and rivers were in front of them, blocking the rolling torrent.

Whew~~~

On the top of the mountain, the two stood opposite each other.

Between the two, there seemed to be an invisible wall of qi colliding, and the hurricane that was raised scattered like thousands of wind knives was scattered vertically and horizontally, forcing many martial arts people to retreat again and again.

Wang Zhenlong, Yun Haitian and Sankong and other great monks glanced at each other, and also pushed themselves away, but they came to the front of a group of martial arts people.

"It's a little bit interesting to be so thoughtful......"

In the roar of the airflow, Pang Wanyang's eyes lit up in the robe:

"If you take my way, I don't think there's a big problem."

"There's too much nonsense."

An Qisheng lowered his eyes indifferently, and then stepped forward,

Hands!

In the sound of Dao cracking brocade, his slender jade-like crystal fingers flicked into the void, and fifty-four thousand changes had already been born!

In the realm of De'an Qisheng, the perception of time is completely different from that of ordinary people.

An ordinary person's flick of the finger is just a flick of the finger.

And with a flick of his fingers, it can be seen that in sixty moments, nine hundred lives and deaths!

In just a snap of his fingers, An Qisheng's fingers have already given birth to 54,000 changes!

Miles away, pushed horizontally!

Airplanes~

It seems that the bronze bell in the Huangjue Temple was struck at once!

In a trance, everyone only felt that there seemed to be a majestic portal on the top of the mountain, which was taller and more sacred than the mountain gate on the mountain of royal power.

Slowly pressed down, the airflow in the sky for several miles was trembling, and it was pushed by this palm in unison, like a substantial city wall, like a mountain, moving sideways and pressing down!

Rumble!

Air wave emptying!

Pang Wanyang was dressed in rags.

The depths of his eyes outlined the palm containing thousands of changes, and the heat in his eyes seemed to burn out like substance.

For a while, on the top of the royal power mountain, where light and darkness are intertwined, there seem to be two burning suns.

"Haha! Hahaha! ”

Pang Wanyang let out a long laugh and pierced the waves.

Another step out, as if the earth had been trampled over, and the raised arm suddenly clenched.

Bang!

There seemed to be a thunderbolt exploding in his palm, and under the huge fluctuations, the heartbeat of everyone present stopped.

In the next moment, it was emptied into the waves.

With a flat punch, he had already crossed hundreds of zhang in disregard of space, and met An Qisheng's overwhelmed palm.

His punch was like a burning meteor falling to the ground, like a comet flicking its tail with swaying tailitis, and more like a sudden, the horizontal bar towards the monstrous palm force that rolled in.

The martial arts people present couldn't describe the power of this punch, as if the heaven and the earth were in their hands, and life and death were in my hands.

It is to be in charge, it is to extinguish, it is magnificent, and it is also indifferent.

Brilliant and vast!

"This punch ......"

An Qisheng, who had already spanned several miles between the explosions of the Gangfeng Earthquake, was condensed.

In his induction, Pang Wanyang's punch was almost one with heaven and earth, and between the pinching of his five fingers, he almost mobilized several miles of heaven and earth together, and pushed it horizontally, as if heaven and earth had also stopped him!

Bang!

The earth really shakes the mountains!

Within a few miles of the top of Wangquan Mountain, the floor paved with hard white jade rock sank three feet together!

It's like being flattened by an invisible divine weapon!

Even if many martial arts people were on guard, they were all stumbling at this time, and they almost fell here.

In this collision between the two, it is not only the balance of the mountains that is broken, but also the balance of their minds!

Whew~~

The smoke and dust are billowing and stirring, like hundreds of earth dragons rising into the air, dancing with the wind dragon roaring in the sky!

It's just a collision.

It's so earth-shattering!

On the top of the mountain, countless people were dazzled.

Only Wang Zhenlong and Yun Haitian sank, and they stepped together, and the majestic true qi filled the sky at once, and under the collusion of each other, they turned into an invisible wall of qi to block the front.

In the next moment, the dust that flew everywhere was already overwhelming like the most powerful hidden weapon in the world.

Cracking sound~

In the sound of the explosion, many people in the martial arts jumped to a beat.

Most of them were 'invited' by An Qisheng to build the mountain gate before, and at this time, they saw that the square was smashed into ruins for several miles, and they were all trembling.

Bang!

On the top of the mountain, the air waves rose hundreds of feet like mushroom clouds, completely blowing away the thick clouds.

Then the scattered earth, sand and stones 'trickled' down, falling like rain on the top of the royal power mountain.

Bang!

It seems like a long time, and it seems like an instant.

The two figures flew away separately, and fell to the end of the ruins, in front of the Taiji diagram, hunting in white.

A horizontal flight in the sky, standing in the air, the air flow around the body is like a dragon roaring.

Call~

An Qisheng's whole body was full of mist, like a roaring furnace.

There are also bursts of blood flowing like rivers and waves, and the rolling heat wave is caused by the violent boiling of his blood.

"Dao Chief!"

Wang Zhenlong's body moved, and he had already landed on An Qisheng's side.

As soon as he fell, his brows furrowed.

In the midst of this heat wave, he could smell a burst of fragrance like the grass and trees of the mountains and forests in the early morning after the rain.

"Daoist is injured?"

Wang Jinlong's heart shook, knowing that this was bloody qi.

He had been in Wangquan Mountain for a few days, and he had offered to try his hand with An Qisheng before.

In that battle, he undoubtedly had no chance of winning.

But what impressed him the most was not the three types of loose hands, but the supreme physique of this Taoist master.

With the full force of his descending dragon palm, even the Han Jiao, whose physique was far stronger than a hundred times that of humans, was seriously injured by him, but it was endured by this Dao Immortal, and he was not even injured.

This Pang Wanyang is just a divine will, and he is so strong?

An Qisheng waved his hand slightly, indicating that he was fine.

The raised eyes looked at Pang Wanyang who was standing in mid-air, and said lightly:

"Why hold on? It's not your body......."

An Qisheng's words did not fall, only a muffled sound was heard in mid-air.

Pang Wanyang, or the body of the 'sheep snake', exploded in the sky and seemed to evolve.

In an instant, the flesh and blood turned into mud, rolling down like rain, and the bloody gas was blown all over the top of the mountain by the air wave for a while, and everyone could smell it.

"Good! Very good! That's great! ”

There seemed to be a ripple in the indifference, and the voice echoed in the blood rain in the sky:

"On the second day of February of the following year, on the desert, waiting for the Taoist!"

In the falling airflow, An Qisheng responded lightly:

"Good!"

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