The wind whipped up a thousand piles of snow.

In the wind and snow, An Qisheng looked at Zhongzhou.

Between the opening and closing of his eyes, he seemed to be able to feel an indescribable strong aura.

Zhongzhou, Fengdu, is the best place in Dafeng.

If Huangjue Temple is the place where the luck of Liangzhou gathers, then Zhongzhou is the place where the luck of the seventy-two states of Dafeng, many state capitals, and countless counties and counties gather.

And that Fengdu is the center of the convergence of the most powerful countries in the world.

Its qi is as thick as the stars, and its qi is as passionate as a real dragon.

Six thousand miles away, you can feel the heavy national fortune of tens of thousands of people and vast territory.

"God, God, God......."

Looking at the sky, An Qisheng muttered to himself.

Seeing that the body of God is complete, the qi is full of Zhoutian, and it is perfect and flawless, so far, all the gains he has gained in the two worlds have been completely absorbed by him.

Internal force, true qi, the nourishment of heaven and earth aura, blood exchange, holding Dan, seeing that God is not badly controlled, so far, he has completely brought his body to the pinnacle known to the two worlds.

Whether it is the great grandmasters of Xuanxing through the ages, or the great masters of the Jiufu Realm through the ages, they will not be able to surpass him in terms of pure physique.

He knows this very well.

At this time, there was only 'God' before him.

As soon as the mind moves, the body moves with it, slowly moving forward, like a mountain displacement.

Whew~~~

Han Jiao swooped down, its huge dragon claws probed down, grabbed three large iron boxes in its claws, and then soared into the air.

This Hanjiao is more than ten zhang long and weighs more than 200,000 catties, and it is naturally nothing to grab an iron ingot weighing no more than 1,000 catties.

"Dao Chief, Dao Chief! Take me, take me with you! ”

The little monk Liuming, who was lying on the head of the Han Jiao and clutching the dragon's horns, couldn't stop shouting.

Call~

The wind and snow blew, scattering his voice in the sky.

He looked down, and saw that the man was already pacing in the wind and snow.

He grabbed his spear upside down and paced.

Under the flying robe, his body seemed to be loose, carrying a spear weighing thousands of pounds, but there was not a single footprint left under his feet.

Just one person and one shot, and went straight to Zhongzhou.

The little monk looked at it, his steps were clear, and his every move was like a fairy, but in his heart, he only felt that he was pacing, as heavy as carrying a mountain.

Light and heavy coexist, but indescribably smooth and natural.

Is that what it means?

Such a thought flashed in the little monk's heart, and yearning was born in his heart.

Big husband, when it is!

........

In the wind and snow, Anqisheng paced forward.

His mind is quiet, everything seems to be precipitated under his heart, and all kinds of past events flow under his heart without a ripple.

Walking is the most refreshing means.

Between the vast heaven and earth, a person walks alone, as if heaven and earth coexist with me, and there is nothing else.

Since he has been floating for more than a year, he has made rapid progress in the martial arts of the two realms beyond anyone's imagination, but at this time, he might as well slow down.

Fast and slow, elastic, all are landscapes.

None of them can be missing.

The mood is sent, but God is tight.

While pacing, in his mind, it seemed to be scattered into countless pieces, the dreamer dreamed, the martial artist deduced the martial arts, the visualizer visualized, the person who polished the body and god polished the body and spirit, and even rested and slept.

Stay organized and go hand in hand.

At this point, he was much higher than the realm of deep sleep during exercise, and sleep had been completely stripped of him.

Always awake and asleep all the time.

"Amitabha."

Not long after the journey, a warm Buddha horn suppressed the wind and snow and roared, echoing in An Qisheng's ears and heart.

An Qisheng didn't stop, still pacing, looking up.

On the side of the road where the wind and snow stopped in the distance, an old monk sat cross-legged.

The old monk was very old, so old that at a glance, it seemed that he had seen the city wall that had been mottled by many years, or the old tree full of insects and the branches and leaves had fallen off.

But in the light of An Qisheng's eyes, the old monk sat cross-legged, but he was like a big Buddha sitting in the temple, full of fireworks.

It is not the Buddha of the Nine Heavens, but the Buddha of the world, not the Buddha of birth, but the Buddha of red dust.

Its breath is as majestic as a mountain, sitting cross-legged, and the wind and snow between heaven and earth seem to have disappeared.

The avenue is empty, but it gives the illusion that there is no way out.

Needless to say, the person who can give him such a sense is here and now.

"The master finally showed up to meet me."

Anderson was not surprised.

In fact, as early as the time he set foot in the Huangjue Temple, the two already knew about each other's existence.

It's just that if he doesn't show up, An Qisheng naturally won't take the initiative to look for it.

Just as if he didn't want anyone to see him, no one would be able to find him.

The old monk's eyes were very cloudy, and he looked at An Qisheng who was pacing, and couldn't help sighing:

"Until this time, it was hard for the old monk to believe that a person's physique could be as strong as a man."

Heaven, earth and man.

Between heaven and earth, one man walks alone.

In his senses, the aura and blood of the person in front of him had reached an incredible level.

In other words, at a glance.

Only heaven and earth can compete with it for a sense of existence, and everything else in the world seems to have no attention from him alone.

"The master's divine will is also earth-shattering."

An Qisheng finally stopped, looking at the old monk nine hundred and ninety-nine zhang away, and couldn't help but admire.

Just as the landscape has always been there, some people see trees, some people see flowers, some people see birds, beasts, insects and fish, but only a few people can see the true color of the landscape.

Just like this old monk, some people see him drooping and old, some people see him with loose skin membranes, wrinkled face, and his skin is full of age spots.

But in his senses.

But it was a chaotic and hollow, as big as the sky.

At this point, how much stronger is the divine will than the Red Sun Dharma King?

Even if he was at the beginning of the horizontal training, with the divine weapon in hand, and his combat power was much stronger than when he killed the divine vein, he was not sure that he could defeat this old monk.

A peerless master of nearly 300 years of practice, the third leader of the righteous path on the weapon spectrum, Huangjue Temple kills Arhats, and rests.

The old monk sighed lightly:

"It's just a few more years to live, it's nothing remarkable."

After greeting a few words, An Qisheng said lightly:

"What is the so-called matter when the master is here this time?"

"Without him, I just want to see you, you ......."

The old monk's eyes rippled, and he said word by word:

"King's Power Daoist!"

Wang Quan?

Royalty?

An Qisheng's eyes froze, and he heard something strange from the old monk's words.

Inadvertently, he thought of going to Huangjue Temple, whether it was the three seals or the three emptiness, calling himself a 'royal power Taoist' rather than a 'Wang Quandao person'.

At the time, he didn't think about it, after all, the accents of each big state are different, maybe it's the wrong name.

But it wasn't until this point that he knew.

They, not wrong.

"There are always some benefits to living for a long time."

The old monk didn't seem to see the change in An Qisheng, and said to himself:

"Being able to experience many things that others can't, and seeing many things that others can't.......

In the depths of An Qisheng's eyes, the picture of Dao Yi flashed with a trace of white light like water.

He exhaled slowly, and asked as if nothing had happened:

"What do you see?"

"Seen many, many ......."

The old monk clasped his hands together and recited a Buddha name:

"It's just, I can't say it, I can't say it."

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows slightly: "It's mysterious, but it's also very boring." ”

"The old monk has lived for so long, how can he be tricked? It's just that I can't say it, and no one can hear it......."

The old monk smiled dumbly, but he slowly stood up.

He glanced at An Qisheng carefully and sighed lightly:

"It's a pity that I'm too old to see that day......."

There was a hint of ancient desolation in his words, some pity, some hope, and some envy.

He seems to have a lot to say.

But in the end, he just sighed, turned around and walked into the snow:

"Everything is impermanent, the living will be endless, and if you are not born, you will not die, and this destruction is the happiest ......."

The words drifted away, and the old monk had disappeared into the wind and snow.

Just as they don't know how to come, they don't know how to go when they go.

An Qisheng stopped in the wind and snow, and didn't seem to have the intention of catching up and asking.

After a moment, he suddenly laughed:

"If you don't say it, I won't know?"

Between the laughter, he also walked into the wind and snow.

........

Liangzhou, Liutaifu City.

Liutai Mansion Castle is the closest prefecture city to Huangjue Mansion.

Early in the morning, as soon as the gates of the city were opened, a man came to the dust.

I saw the wind and snow howling, and the man ran like a dragon, and the snow behind him rose high, like a wind dragon roaring.

He's incredibly fast.

The soldiers defending the city were all shocked, and the passers-by and merchants avoided one after another.

"Come, come, stop!"

Some of the soldiers defending the city issued a warning, and they trembled forward with their troops.

On the city wall, the guards even pulled their bowstrings and bed crossbows, and also issued warnings at the same time.

"The Taishi Mansion is doing things, and idlers are not allowed to stop it!"

Ji Ba let out a long roar, but his speed did not weaken by half a minute.

The voice echoed in his own air, and he had already knocked over an unknown number of trucks, swung away the Changge sword of the guards, and rushed into the city.

"Taishifu?"

Many soldiers looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Himehachi rushed into the city, and in an instant he crossed several streets and scurried into a nondescript tofu factory.

"Who?"

In the tofu workshop, the sword is out of the sheath, and the soldiers are in bursts.

More than a dozen figures burst out at once, making a cold snort.

"Taishifu Ji Ba, I'm here to borrow the Golden Feather Eagle of the Jinyi Guard!"

Ji Ba's voice was like thunder, and his true anger erupted, shaking more than ten people to the ground.

Then, he took out the token of the Taishi Mansion.

"Taishifu?"

The face of the Jinyi Guard's secret agent who was knocked to the ground changed, took the token and checked it, and immediately knelt on the ground:

"Jin Yiwei spies on Sikong Vortex, He Chengshuang...... I've seen adults! ”

"Hurry up and invite the Golden Feather Eagle out, 100,000 are in a hurry!"

Ji Ba's chest rose and fell, and his breath was boiling and almost exploded, how could he have the heart to greet them.

The golden feather eagle is very precious, often there are only one or two in a large state, and he ran for a day and night, crossing three prefectures and cities, before rushing here.

Even with his qi body, he couldn't bear it anymore.

But he knew that this matter was too important, and if it was slow, he was only afraid that he would be beaten to death by the Taishi.

"Yes, yes."

The complexion of several Jinyi Wei agents is also the same, what can it be that can make a qi master change his color like this?

Immediately, two people had already taken the pen and ink, and one went to invite the Golden Feather Eagle.

Not long after, a golden-feathered eagle rose into the sky.

Let out a soft roar, like an arrow from the string, it broke through the air and went straight to Fengdu.

Its letter raft is as red as fire, and its meaning is 100,000 urgent!