Although An Qisheng did not have any fanfare, but on the day of the completion of the Taoist temple, there were still many flying pigeons, flying eagles from Nanliang County, Ronghua Mansion, and even the entire Fengzhou, spread throughout Dafeng Prefecture.

King's Throne!

Seemingly overnight, this name resounded throughout the entire martial arts and became known to everyone.

Royalty.

These two words are taboo in the world, and they are the authority of the lord of the country.

The establishment of royal power has made countless people stunned and admired.

After all, this is a supreme master who really faces the court and tramples the dignity of the court under his feet!

The aftermath of the battle in front of Fengdu City has not yet dissipated, and at this time, there is news that An Qisheng has established a sect, and countless people in the world are suddenly moved.

Some people yearn for it and want to learn from a teacher, some people want to join in the fun, and some people simply want to inquire about the news.......

For a time, the royal power path had not yet officially opened a sect.

But it has already attracted the attention of countless people.

Ankisheng may or may not know, but he doesn't care.

After the completion of the Taoist temple, he drove down the mountain those martial arts people who were reluctant to give up and wanted to be a cow and a horse for him all their lives.

After that, he went into the Huayan Mountains and found a group of birds with extremely fast flight speed and excellent endurance to deliver messages.

As his 'body' became stronger and stronger, the Ferris wheel method was greatly improved, and it was naturally easy to subdue the birds.

Even, under his mental influence, these birds could send letters directly without training, of course, only where Anqisheng himself had been.

When a sect is established, it is natural to have some witnesses.

Although An Qisheng didn't want to make a big splash, he always wanted to invite some people to come, such as Huangjue Temple, such as Wang Zhenlong.

In addition, he has no acquaintances, and he has no intention of making friends, so he naturally doesn't bother to pay attention to it.

........

In the empty hall, it seemed to be filled with a cold snap, and between the trembling of an invisible oppressive force, the entire hall let out unbearable moans.

A tall man figure was half-kneeling on the ground, his body trembling slightly.

"The way of kingship, the way of kingship......."

King Feng stood in the shadows, and there was a calm look between his eyebrows:

"What a royal way!"

"King, King! That Anqisheng calls himself a king, although he is an official founder of the sect, but it is true, do you want to send people to encircle and suppress? ”

The tall figure spoke hoarsely, tentatively speaking.

"Why the encirclement?"

With a wave of King Feng's robe, his face disappeared instantly, turning into a sneer:

"That old Taoist Gong Shen Creation, if he insists on escaping, how can the army stop him? Just for the two or three little dolls under his door? ”

The tall figure trembled, not daring to reply.

"It's a good thing."

King Feng lowered his eyes:

"The lone beast is the most feared, and with drag, it is safer!"

Why is he jealous of this old Taoist priest, instead of a rest of Huangjue Temple, Mu Qingfeng of Wanjian Villa?

Naturally, it's because this old Taoist priest is alone!

Whether it's a rest, Mu Qingfeng, there are thousands of disciples, countless disciples and grandchildren, even if they have the power to impact the royal city, they will never dare to move easily.

Even, you have to befriend him.

Because they are not afraid of the siege of the imperial court, but those disciples, disciples and grandchildren have no such possibility!

Throughout the ages, there have been lone Qi veins, but there are few lone Divine Vein Grand Masters.

Therefore, the imperial court and the martial arts of the rivers and lakes will maintain a balance and fear each other.

Therefore, the appearance of Anqisheng really broke this balance.

This old Taoist priest not only became a qi vein without the support of the sect, but also possessed the strongest martial arts with the body of the qi vein, and defeated the siege of the imperial court head-on.

But he dared to be so bold because he was alone.

And if he has tens of thousands of disciples and many disciples, it is different.

"The king is wise."

The tall figure replied respectfully.

Feng Wang waved his hand:

"Take a golden feather eagle and present it to the widow!"

"Yes!"

The tall figure bowed slightly and exited the hall.

Not long after, he walked into the main hall with a golden feather eagle in his hand.

"Go ahead."

King Feng repelled the man, beckoned slightly, and the golden feather eagle that was combing its feathers fell into his palm involuntarily.

King Feng took a pen and stuffed a letter into the belly of the golden feather eagle.

Immediately, with a shake of his hand, the Golden Feather Eagle let out a long roar, piercing through the sky like a thunderbolt of lightning.

"The way of kingship, the way of kingship......."

King Feng muttered again.

Disappear into the shadows.

Behind the main hall, there are a number of secret doors, and there are masters on duty in shifts before each secret door, and there is no moment of relaxation.

Even if it is King Feng, he has to verify his identity with all the passwords, and even drop blood before he can enter it.

There was not a glimmer of light in the dark tunnels.

"Taizu, Taizu......"

King Feng sighed lightly.

This is the most secret place in Dafeng, and even if it is him, he only learned about the location of this place several years after inheriting the throne.

On weekdays, he would never want to come here.

King Feng paced forward, and walked out of the unknown number of miles, before a ray of red-golden light appeared in the dark tunnel.

Faintly, the dragon's groan could be heard vibrating.

And at the end of the tunnel, there was a burly figure sitting cross-legged.

It was this person sitting cross-legged here, and the all-pervasive red-golden light behind him was blocked behind him, and only the slightest wisp of it emanated.

When he saw King Feng, the man never opened his eyes, but it was King Feng who gave a salute first:

"Grandma, how's it going?"

Swish~

There seems to be an electric light striking!

Miles of obscure passages are brightened!

Immediately, the light dimmed slightly.

But you can also see that the true face of that person is a burly old man in red clothes, with red lips and white teeth.

"The king should not come here too often."

Rough and soft mixed, the voice that seemed to be majestic and soft echoed in King Feng's ears:

"In another twenty years, it's done!"

"Twenty years, too long......"

King Feng frowned:

"Grandma, is there a way to speed up this process?"

Twenty years, I am afraid that the world has been full of swords, and I don't know how many dragons and snakes have landed.

"Two hundred years have passed, twenty years, how can you wait?"

The voice of the red-clothed grandmother sounded like a man and a woman.

His voice is strange and inexplicable, but it is not unpleasant, but has a strange charm that makes people feel refreshed and happy.

"Twenty years later, I'm afraid that there will be no one in the world who will be the king, and my Dafeng family business will be ruined in the hands of widows."

King Feng's face was a little gloomy.

"Taizu has still conquered the territory for thousands of miles with a pair of fists, and the divine soldiers are in hand, don't you have the confidence to sweep the world again?"

The grandmother in red responded lightly:

"You have to keep in mind that Taizu, Taizong, Xuanzong and other monarchs have planned for two hundred years, and they are only for you!"

King Feng was silent for a moment, and only after a moment did he say:

"Han Weigong is proficient in feng shui and luck, can you let him join it?"

"Impossible!"

There seemed to be a thunderbolt crossing, and the red-clothed grandmother shouted:

"After two hundred years of tempering, the divine soldiers hate us deeply, if someone else comes, the divine soldier will definitely choose him! Anyone but you and me knows the news!

only

Kill! Kill! Kill!!! ”

The wind howled in the tunnels, and the long corridor for miles was full of thunder and rumbling.

In the raging air flow and dust, King Feng wiped the dust off his face and nodded indifferently:

"The widow understands."

.......

Dafeng is 30,000 miles to the north, a place of extreme bitter cold.

This place is close to the north pole of heaven and earth, the environment is extremely harsh, nearly half of it is an ice ocean, there is very little land, almost no people, and even animals that can survive are very few.

Surrounded by several oceans of ice, there is a place where ice peaks rise.

Among them, there is a mountain range that rises to the sky, like the backbone of heaven and earth, running into the sky.

This mountain, originally nameless, is now known as the Holy Mountain of the Six Prisons.

On it, there are the Six Hell Demon Sects.

On the ice peak, in the Six Hell Demon Sect, which looked like a mortal village, there was silence, only the wind and snow were howling, and it seemed that there had been no people for a long time.

Wow~

But just as a golden light streaked by.

A figure suddenly rose from the wind and snow, and between the rolling waves, it leaped into its hand, grabbing the golden-feathered eagle that flew like an arrow.

Rumble!

The man landed on the ground, setting off a wave of wind.

In the cold wind like a blade, his majestic dragon-like body appeared, and his head with a flat face that could not even be seen with facial features.

There are no faces, so they can change.

This person is the master of the Hell Demon Sect, the Demon Lord of Change, and the Sheep Snake.

"Sheep snake! Shut up! ”

In the village, a cold snort was heard.

A thin old man appeared like a ghost, and his voice was cold:

"This is the Golden Feather Eagle of the Dafeng Imperial Court, it should be here to find the sect master, and you dare to kill it."

"Suzerain.......

The tall and burly man almost pinched the golden-feathered eagle to death, but he let go like an electric shock when he heard the words.

Let the golden-feathered eagle scream and flee.

Wow~

Wow~

The golden-feathered eagle screamed in horror, flew into the air, and suddenly accelerated, as if it was about to crash headlong on the iceberg.

"Oops, this beast is so angry!"

The ghost-faced old man's face changed, and he was about to take it.

Airplanes~

Suddenly, there were ripples in the air.

A slender and crystalline palm, like the most perfect creature in the world, poked out and pinched the golden feather eagle that broke the sound barrier and fled.

The two of them looked up.

I saw a looming face in the sky full of howling winds.

That face was indifferent and sacred, like a god and a demon, and people didn't dare to look at it directly.

As soon as it appeared, the cold wind above the sky seemed to stop.

"Sect Master!"

The old man and the man were shocked and fell to their knees in the snow.

The owner of this face is none other than Pang Wanyang, the master of the Six Hell Demon Sect who has been dominant in the world for decades and is known as the closest to the heavens.

The supreme existence of the Six Hell Demon Sect.

"The ...... of the King's Throne"

The sound of Qingyue like the collision of gold and jade flowed down:

"Sheep snake, go to Dafeng and send a letter to the deity........"

"Yes!"

The sheep snake slowly got up and took a letter that fell from the sky, like ice and snow condensing, and like a letter made of white jade.

There is no word on it.

Before the words fell, the figure of the sheep snake had disappeared into the wind and snow.

It actually crossed the peak of hundreds of zhang directly and leaped into the sky.

Like a meteor, it fell to the vast earth, the endless ice ocean.

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