In the middle of Liangzhou, a thousand years ago, there was no people, and it was a miasma of bad land, but now it is a fertile plain with thousands of miles of fertile land.

There are stone roads leading in all directions between the plains, and there are many rivers flowing from the mountains for irrigation.

Many of these towns and villages are thriving.

On the edge of the plain, outside the mountains and forests, some martial arts people who were driving beasts into the mountains suddenly raised their heads.

I saw that above the sky, a black shadow pulled out a long air flow and flew rapidly.

Then came the sound of a sonic boom that sounded like thunder.

"That's ...... Polar Chill? Blood Demon, Ankisheng. ”

"Bloodfiend!"

"For more than a month, he rode across the mountains and drove back most of the beast tides, and it seems that he is not acting as ...... as the legend says."

A group of people looked up at the sky, some people envied, some sighed, and so on.

In any case, the one who is in the limelight today must be this old Taoist priest who is nearly 100 years old.

Whew~

Between the clouds, An Qisheng crossed his knees and overlooked the vast plains above the earth, and couldn't help but sigh:

"With this foundation, it is no wonder that Huangjue Temple has been immortal for thousands of years......."

Liangzhou is one of the largest states in Dafeng, with a radius of 3,000 miles, and was originally a treacherous land that could not be cultivated.

An Huangjue Temple has opened up almost one-third of Liangzhou, which is no less than the merit of opening up the territory and expanding the territory for any dynasty, and the natural court is friendly.

You must know that Dafeng has a total radius of less than 70,000 li (slightly smaller than the Earth King), and the slightly smaller states are not within a radius of 1,000 miles at all.

It's the size of the two Fusang countries of Xuanxing.

With such a feat, how could the imperial courts of the past dynasties not be close?

And the land is so large, and the land is rented for the displaced refugees at a very low price, how many people are alive?

This move is even more popular with the people.

In addition, it has a long heritage and many masters, not only receiving master shaving, but also widely accepting lay disciples, and the most widely connected.

The integration of the three has created the status of Huangjue Temple for thousands of years.

"There are few wars around the mountains of Liangzhou, there is the deterrence of Huangjue Temple, and there are fewer bandits and bandits.

It's no wonder that the name of Huangjue Temple is so big........"

An Qisheng sighed.

I admired the old monk who opened up the Huangjue Temple.

For thousands of years, the inheritance of the soldier master has been severed, but the inheritance he left behind is still in full swing, is it a simple matter?

Couldn't help but have a thought in his heart.

If you open up a faction, how is it compared to the old monk?

Whew~~~

The air flow roared by, and in the air flow whistling like a steel knife, An Qisheng meditated on his body.

With this Han Jiao traveling, it is needless to say how fast it is, but it gives him more time to practice.

His eyes were half-open and half-closed, and all kinds of martial arts essence flashed through his heart.

After the Qi Vein is completed, until before the Divine Vein, there is actually no gap.

The practice of martial arts to 'spirituality' or the spirit in the fist has been achieved when he created the 'Nantianmen' style of free-hand starting.

That is to say, he is already at the peak of his Qi vein.

After summing up the 'Slashing Sendai', it can be cast at any time, if it can cast a divine weapon.

"It's a pity that the divine soldier of the Red Sun Dharma King is not suitable for ......."

An Qisheng held two artifacts in his hands.

One is a string of relics beads, which has a strong intention to turn the wheel, and the second is a wrench.

This blood-red wrench is the divine weapon of the Red Sun Dharma King, and among them, it is the breath of the Great Sun Divine Gang.

Divine soldiers are not forged at random.

The so-called god is not a false finger, it refers to the 'god' of man, and the casting of divine soldiers is to integrate it with spirituality and combine it with God, so that when the yin god is out of the body, he can resist the baptism of thunder.

In this way, we can slowly absorb the masculinity of thunder and wash the essence of 'God'.

Although he has also practiced the Wheel Turning Method and the Great Sun Divine Gang, it is not suitable to use it as his own divine weapon.

And the materials for these two are too scarce.

What he wanted was a thick and long spear, a wrench, and a Buddha bead, which really couldn't arouse his interest.

"Divine Soldier, Divine Soldier......."

An Qisheng muttered to himself slightly.

He promised to go to Huangjue Temple, in addition to the wrestling that made him a little interested, he also wanted to see if there were any spiritual materials he needed in the Huangjue Temple, which had opened up many mountains and retained many rare and strange irons.

Even if he doesn't take the path of Taiyin Wuji, the divine weapon is indispensable, and he is also very interested in the legendary celestial portal.

Call~

In the turbulent airflow, he closed his eyes slightly, carrying his true qi while falling into a dream.

His qi network is too complicated, and nine out of ten martial arts in the world are not enough to exert all his strength.

Whether it is loose hands, horizontal exercises, gangqi, light gong, or wheel turning, they all need to be re-deduced and evolved.

Practicing martial arts is never to make yourself closer to martial arts, but to make martial arts more suitable for yourself.

With dreams and mental learning, An Qisheng has enough confidence.

Even if he re-staged a more complete system on the basis of many martial arts in this realm, he had enough patience.

Just picking up people's teeth and wisdom, how to start such a great creation as he entered the dream realm.

........

Huangjue Temple.

Liangzhou, the first school of Dafeng.

With the Wheel Temple, the Six Hells Demon Sect and became the leader of the three realms of good, demon, and evil.

Compared with the Great Divine Sect, the Great Dragon Gate, the Moon Worship Villa, the True Gang Dao, the Great Dragon Gate, and the Ten Thousand Swords Villa, they are all stronger than the Beggar Gang, the Twelve Lianwu, the Tang Sect, the Divine Sword Hall and other sects.

Huangjue Temple is located in the thousands of miles of plains, which was originally a high mountain, after years of excavation.

This temple occupies a huge area, there are many temples layer by layer, and the little monks who go to each hall to light incense every morning even have to use a horse to run over.

It can be said to be magnificent.

At this time, the sky will be bright, and on a straight avenue, two people and two donkeys will come in the dust.

"Thousands of years of accumulation, if it is not my Dragon Elephant Law Temple, it can be compared."

Looking at the temple in the distance, which is magnificent to the extreme, I can't help but sigh.

The accumulation of more than 1,000 years as the leader of the righteous path is unimaginable to ordinary people, on this land, the dynasty before Dafeng has changed five times, and the once powerful dynasty has disappeared.

Huangjue Temple still exists.

Even luck is at its peak.

"It's like a country within a country."

A hint of amazement flashed across Hui Guo's face.

"In this way, there is no mistake, any big sect is like a country within a country, no wonder the Dafeng court wants to collect the world's swordsmen, if an Huangjue Temple wants to make trouble, it can raise hundreds of thousands of monks and soldiers in an instant, and many people in Liangzhou will inevitably gather ......"

Fu Xin said half a sentence, shook his head and stopped:

"There is no need to say this, the relationship between Huangjue Temple and my sect is not bad, and it is even more gracious."

Huiguo nodded.

Seven hundred years ago, the Daewoo gun master is said to be a lay disciple of Huangjue Temple, and it is true that Huangjue Temple is kind to them.

"Let's go, go and meet Master Ikyu."

Fu Xin said softly.

A master and an apprentice urged the donkey forward, and went towards the Huangjue Temple without hurry.

As I got closer, I felt more and more solemn and magnificent of Huangjue Temple.

At this time, the sky was just getting dark.

When the two arrived, the middle gate of Huangjue Temple suddenly opened, and many monks rushed out, descending side by side from both sides of the steps.

"I don't know that the abbot of the Dragon Elephant Temple is coming, and there is a loss of welcome, and there is a loss of welcome."

In the middle gate, before anyone arrived, Hong Zhong's voice had broken the silence, and it spread for several miles, showing the deep internal strength of people.

The master and apprentice led the donkey, and several burly and tall monks walked out of the middle gate.

"It turned out to be the Master of the Three Seals."

Blessing is slightly gifted.

"Don't dare, don't dare."

The bodies of the big monks were all together, and they had already gone down hundreds of steps, and the big monks led by them returned the salute when they heard this:

"In front of you, how can you be called a master?"

"Your letter, Senior Brother Abbot has already known, please come in and discuss it in detail."

Monk Sanyin smiled slightly and waved his arms to please.

"This time, it's troublesome."

Fu Xin smiled back.

Then, the master and apprentice entered the Huangjue Temple with the great monks under the support of a group of monks.

The trees in the Huangjue Temple are towering, the air is full of the smell of burning incense, and from time to time you can hear the chanting of scriptures and the crisp sound of wooden fish.

The people who practice martial arts are not slow, and it didn't take long for them to walk out of ten miles away, and at this time, their sight suddenly opened, but they had already come to the front of the main hall of Huangjue Temple.

This place is extremely empty, and at this time there are thousands of elite monks under the leadership of a thin old monk, boxing, shouting and shouting.

The whole body of the martial arts arena here is a piece of green steel rock that has been beaten by wind and rain for thousands of years.

The green steel rock is known for its hardness and heaviness, but at this time it left deep footprints.

Not far away, a big bell hangs high on the stone platform, its bell skirt part is cast and engraved with mountains, rivers, sun, moon maps, there are countless inscriptions hidden on the bell wall, it seems to be a Buddhist scripture, and it seems to be a martial arts secret book.

This big bell is strangely large, larger than the house, and the whole body is golden, as if it is poured with gold and copper, and it is full of desolation and heaviness.

But it is the Huangjue Bell.

"Amitabha."

When everyone came here, they didn't have time to look more, only to hear a whispered Buddha name flowing out of the main hall.

An old monk who was short, thin and old, and even his eyebrows were white, fluttered down.

Come to the square.

"I'll see the abbot!"

Except for the many warrior monks who were performing martial arts, the rest of the monks all bowed.

"I can't meet the trivial things from afar, and I hope that my senior brother will forgive my sins."

The old monk saluted slightly.

"What's the sin of being uninvited?"

Fu Xin shook his head and flashed.

The Longxiang Temple has a deep relationship with the Huangjue Temple, although he is the body of the divine vein, but he does not dare to accept the gift of Sankong easily.

"But I don't know that Master Yixiu can get out?"

Fuxin asked again.

Yixiu is the most respected person in Huangjue Temple, and it is said that he has lived for nearly three hundred years, which is longer than the establishment of Dafeng.

Huangjue Temple has been peaceful in the land of Liangzhou for two hundred years, and he won the gamble with Dafeng Taizu.

"The patriarch is in retreat to meet the covenant with Pang Wanyang, and what the senior brother asks, the junior brother will make the decision to agree."

The three blank eyebrows moved slightly and replied.

"The master really wants to fight Pang Wanyang?"

Fuxin's face was filled with solemnity.

As a fellow god, he knew exactly what that meant.

Has Pang Wanyang come to such a point?

"Ranked first in the world for decades, Pang Wanyang has cultivated a profound general trend, and the Battle Demon Heart Sutra has been cultivated to an incredible realm."

Sankong sighed lightly:

"A few months ago, he wrote a letter by hand, and his divine will was stirred, and the patriarch was moved by it, and he thundered and thundered all night before he wiped it out."

Speaking of which.

The faces of several big monks around him also became solemn.

That night, the sound of the Buddha shook the sky and the night was endless, and the collision made many monks tremble.

"No, he's already there."

Fuxin was amazed, but he took it for granted.

Pang Wanyang had already cultivated to Taiyin Wuji decades ago, and was known as the unborn genius of the Six Hell Demon Sect, and the world's greatest hero who suppressed the world's demons in one fell swoop.

It seems to be a matter of course that such a character is approaching the gate of heaven.

"After the patriarch saw the man's handwriting. After a day of silence, he wrote a letter and sent someone to the Six Prisons Demon Sect, the specific matter, the patriarch did not say, just shook his head, and retreated the next day, so far he has not come out. ”

The three empty eyes are solemn.

He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, saying that he is the ancestor and the master, and he is fighting to the death, and he is naturally touched in his heart.

"Master Yixiu has personally written the battle book, and he is sure of it."

Blessing can only be comforted.

"I just hope that the ancestor will succeed in subduing demons, otherwise, the world will be troubled!"

Sankong didn't talk too much about this matter, and his voice changed, and he asked:

"With the golden body of the senior brother, it is really a bit unbelievable that he wants to wrestle with someone, that person has not become a god, but he is already as strong as a man?"

"I have only seen such a character in my life."

Fu Xin slowly spat out eight words, and looked up as if his heart was moving.

A group of great monks also looked at it.

I saw that between the clouds and tides rolling above the sky, the dragon meandered.

On top of the Jiao's head, the Taoist stood with his hands in his hands, and his clothes and hair moved with it.

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