The eyes of the Heavenly Machine Dao people are faint and faint, with the power of penetrating people's hearts.

People have seven emotions and six desires, and there are many emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and then all kinds of desires are born.

For mortals, the feudal marquis worships the prime minister, the earth is torn and the king is sealed, the ancestors are glorified, the clothes are returned to the hometown, and so on, and for the practitioners, the so-called brocade clothes and jade food, power and wealth, money and beauty are already at their fingertips.

Because of this, what they want is no longer what mortals can want.

Cultivating supernatural powers, refining mana, seeking longevity, seeking freedom, seeking leisure, seeking feathering, seeking immortality, seeking immortality, none of them is something that mortals can imagine.

Whether it's rules or constraints, that's not what they want.

Cultivating is to get rid of the world and do as you please, so where will you dare to be restrained?

Yes, the Netherworld Lord failed.

He is here, everything is easy to say, the power of the powerful force is overwhelming the world, and the Emperor and the Ten Emperors have been suppressed by him, not to mention other cultivators, but he is gone, for more than a thousand years, his rules have been shattered.

At that time, the Yin Si Chenghuang system, which seemed to be flawless to everyone, also collapsed.

Yes, after seeing through An Qisheng's thoughts, Tianji Dao went to kill intent, because he was doomed to failure.

"The Taoist chief thinks this matter is difficult."

An Qisheng's eyes reflected the appearance of a Heavenly Daoist and asked.

People's great desires are the most difficult to suppress.

Without the constraints of moral law, and with supernatural powers, who wants to be willing to be poor and trapped at the bottom?

"It's as strong as the king of the Netherworld Mansion and the rules of the people are destroyed, this matter is naturally extremely difficult."

The Heavenly Machine Daoist nodded slightly.

"Then, for a genius like Dao Chang, Feathering must be captured."

An Qisheng smiled:

"Perhaps, on the first day of Dao Chief's cultivation, he already knew that he would be able to feather and ascend to immortal in the future?"

The Heavenly Machine Daoist's face was stunned, and he already knew the meaning of An Qisheng's words, but he couldn't refute it.

He naturally thought that he was extremely talented, but he didn't dare to say that he was sure that he would be able to become an immortal, let alone at the beginning of his cultivation.

"For 100,000 years throughout the ages, there are only a few feathered people, but the cultivators are still going forward and succeeding, all the spirits in the world will inevitably die after all, and they know that they will die, so why live?"

An Qisheng flicked his sleeves and stepped into the city, and his voice fluttered:

"The things of the world may not be able to be accomplished by those who have a will, but if they can't do it, don't they do it?"

He has never been an easy person to be talked about.

He wants to do one thing, it's just what he wants to do, that's all.

"Huh?"

Tianji Daoren's eyes froze, and what he wanted to say suddenly couldn't be spoken, looking at An Qisheng's departing back, he was stunned.

Chang Songzi stood at his side, looking at the Taoist who was drifting away, and an indescribable touch rose in his heart.

He had never seen such a person.

"Amitabha."

In the distance, the monk recited the Buddha's name, thoughtfully.

Behind him, several great monks looked at the distant backs with palpitations, and they all bowed their heads and chanted the Buddha's name.

Faintly, they felt that the sky was about to change.

.......

Zheng Zheng Zheng ~~~

The sound of the sound of gold and iron shook the imperial city.

Everywhere at the palace gates, in the long alleys, there were countless guards raising their troops and rushing towards the main hall.

In the distance, I heard the sound of gold and iron in the middle of the imperial city, and the sword light ran through the void like a substance, bursting in all directions, at first glance, it seemed like a sword lotus blooming in the air.

Faintly, you can hear the sound of shouting and scolding.

"Your Majesty! The Assassins are still in the Imperial City! ”

"Daqing has raised soldiers for thousands of years, and the Day of Death is just around the corner, no matter who the assassin is, he must be killed!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

Around the imperial city, eunuchs ran and shouted wildly, waving flags to order commanders to come and go.

Rumble!

Rumble!

On the ruins of the hall that had been blown away, the sound of air explosions exploded one after another.

"Die! Damn it, do you know what you did?! ”

"Damn! Damn! ”

"I'm going to extract your soul to refine oil, so that you can't survive and die!"

The Chang Gandao man stepped on the sword light and rushed in the sky, and the sword fingers swept between them, bursting out with a fierce killing intent.

His chest, which was already angry, was almost exploding at this point.

Helplessly

Seeing that the old emperor was completely killed with a sword in front of him, the killing intent in his heart was almost overwhelming.

Zheng Zheng Zheng ~~~

Not far away, sword light also burst out, coming from all directions, killing Yan Xiake who was surrounded by it.

Yan Xiake retreated in the air again and again, and under the horizontal attack of the Dao sword light, there was not much power to fight back.

The power of the sword twenty-three is infinite, and its consumption is also incomparably huge, that sword almost drained his soul, and his spirit is a little trance at this time, and he can't fight with people at all.

If it weren't for the fact that this white bone demon was no longer what it used to be under An Qisheng's sacrifice, it would have been completely shattered.

Rao is like this, at this time, the white bones of this body have been broken in many places, and one of the hand bones has been shattered by someone.

"Killing one is not a loss, killing two is enough!"

Yan Xiake's body shook, the only remaining arm was raised, and the bone claws pinched the sword fingers and rushed into the sky.

He only came here to kill the old emperor, and when his goal was achieved, why did he regret to die?

Buzz ~~~

Sen Han's sword light surged up like a tide.

The Changqian Daoist subconsciously retreated, the aura of this white bone man and demon may not be strong, but even he was a little frightened by that sword.

But taking a step back, his face suddenly turned red again, let out a long shout, and pounced.

For a while, the sword qi was like a tide.

Whew~~~

The ragged Sa Wuling moved around, and he was beaten so badly.

There are not a few Daoists of the Heavenly Providence Sect in the Imperial City, and many of them are natal condensed, although he feels that most of the people are frantically besieging Yan Xiake, but the pressure he is under is also extremely great.

Bang!

Sa Wuling flew dozens of feet sideways, smashed a rockery heavily, and smashed into the ground like a meteorite, grinning in pain.

But he didn't have time to let out a miserable scream, and dodged again, avoiding a copper tripod that fell from the sky.

Rumble!

Smoke and dust rose everywhere, scattered rubble splashed everywhere, making a sound like a strong bow breaking through the air, and the rockeries and walls were full of holes.

Bang!

In the thick fog and dust, a burly Taoist priest carried a copper tripod and shouted:

"That old boy, will you hide?!"

How could Sa Wuling have the heart to reply to him, he dodged the rubble beating with an embarrassed face, and secretly complained in his heart:

"Hands, hands! If you don't do it, I'll be killed!" ”

"I've been teaching you for more than two years, and if you can't even handle a big man with great power, you'd better die clean."

Mu Longcheng watched coldly.

Everything that happened along the way was in his eyes, but his mind was not in this imperial city, but on the changing celestial phenomena outside the city.

It was a height he couldn't reach at this time.

Even if it was him, it was impossible to cultivate Sa Wuling to the point where he could influence the celestial phenomena in just two years, but this did not prevent him from estimating this power.

The celestial phenomena are easy, difficult to say, easy to say.

There are a lot of celestial weapons on the Xuanxing, and with his former position, he naturally has a lot of contact.

It's just that the simple individual influence on the celestial phenomena still makes him sigh a little.

Manifested, such a power can already be expressed in simple numerical terms.

Moving mountains and reclamation is far more terrifying than imagined, and the weight of any mountain is counted in tens of millions of tons.

I have to say that the immortals in the legend of Xuanxing are nothing more than that.

"Little mouse!"

Looking at Sa Wuling, who was constantly dodging, the burly Taoist priest let out a cold snort, stepped into the air, and the raised copper tripod slammed down.

Rumble!

The copper tripod is big in the wind, and it is as big as a house in a few moments, I don't know tens of thousands of catties, this time it slaps down, and the air waves in the air are instantly dissipated by the terrifying force.

If the huge wave is emptied, the sound of air explosion and sonic boom will sound at the same time!

It's like a thunderbolt from the sky!

More than ten feet away, the turbulent air currents had smashed the ground.

"The ghost is not gone!"

was beaten one after another, and was ridiculed again, Sa Wuling was also angry, and his heart was crossed, and he didn't even run away.

Bang!

He stepped on his feet suddenly, his spine bounced like a dragon, and he jumped up, and he rushed to the big ding that slapped down!

"Huh?!"

The burly Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, and then sneered:

"Look for death!"

Bang!

When it was photographed, there seemed to be a thunderbolt in the air.

The wave of air flooded Sa Wuling's thin body.

This Ding, he was confident enough to smash the mana aura and physical body of any monk under his own life.

But in the next moment, his complexion changed.

There is no force under the giant tripod, and there is no sense of strength.

"Not good!"

Dahan's heart jumped, and Juding mentioned it, and saw a page of yellow paper turned into a villain torn apart by the air current.

Rumble!

In the next moment, the ground suddenly shone in mid-air.

He looked left and right, and then realized that at some point, there were already many talismans floating up and down.

"I ......."

The big man's heart was beating wildly, and before he could put the giant tripod in front of him, he was overwhelmed by the various spells transformed by the overwhelming talismans.

The level of these talismans is not high, but there are not enough of them.

"Ah!!h

With an earth-shattering scream, the giant tripod was shattered, and the big man's scream had not yet spread, and the whole person had been beaten into pieces of flesh.

"Senior brother!!"

A roar.

When one of the many Heavenly Providence Sect members who besieged and killed Yan Xiake saw this scene, his eyes immediately split, and he wanted to go crazy with hatred.

Call~

Sa Wuling's body fell to the ground, and he didn't look at it, he ran away.

Because with a roar, the overwhelming sword light had already swept in, and I didn't know how many Heavenly Providence Sect people came with a cold killing machine.

If you don't run, then what's the deal?

Sa Wuling shook his clothes frantically, and threw out the talismans he had accumulated in the past two or three years as if he didn't want money.

rushed away in the collision of sword lights and talismans, causing the Daoists of the Heavenly Meaning Sect behind him to roar again and again:

"Kill my junior brother, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you will die!"

He trampled on the sword light and roared in pursuit.

Suddenly, his body stiffened, and he saw the Taoist who fled in confusion suddenly turned back.

And behind the man,

A white-clothed Taoist man paced over and stepped into the imperial city.