The sigh was not very loud.

Peng Sixteen's heart suddenly shook, and the indescribable melancholy suddenly filled his heart, and tears suddenly flowed down, making him almost cry out loud.

At this moment, he felt that the space in the small courtyard seemed to be screaming, lamenting, and trembling uncontrollably.

The old dead tree shook its dry leaves, and it seemed that the remaining vitality was stimulated at once, and there was a little more green on the trunk.

His emotions can actually infect the heavens and the earth?!

Call~

The leakage of emotions was only a moment, and Anqisheng restrained himself.

His divine will is still strong above his current physique, and a wisp of emotion can make ordinary people in this small half of the city grief to death.

The law of one realm has the advantage of one realm.

In terms of physique, the Dao of the Human World is naturally far from being comparable to the martial arts of the Wanyang Realm, but the Dao of the Divine Sense has come to the forefront of the Wanyang Realm.

This is brought about by the surprise of heaven and earth.

The north and south of a country, the language, the atmosphere, the diet and daily life, many rules are still different, not to mention the gap between the two worlds.

The Dharma and Tao of any world are the exploration of heaven and earth by countless living beings, and the summary of the law, which has its own unique value.

Their Dharma and Tao may lose their effectiveness or be dimmed by changes in the environment of heaven and earth, but this does not negate their value.

"Yan, who is Brother Yan?" Peng Sixteen cried tears and couldn't stop sobbing.

He was terrified in his heart.

If you are uncomfortable, let me be uncomfortable too?

It's too overbearing......

"He's supposed to be your ancestor......"

An Qisheng restrained his emotional leakage for a moment and said lightly.

It has only been three days since he left the Heavenly Gate in the Jiufu Realm, Sun En, Yan Maniac and his amazing junior Li Taibai.

He dreamed of many people, and he was also watching for information about the three of them, but he found nothing.

Until this Peng Sixteen got that 'Dapeng King Fist'!

Although this fist technique has undergone earth-shaking changes, he still senses the breath of Yan Maniac, the master of the Great Dragon Gate of the Jiufu Realm.

The Golden-winged Dapeng clan once had a supreme, but that supreme was not a Yan maniac, yes, Peng Sixteen's memory did not have too much information about Yan maniacs.

However, since the Dapeng King Fist can be passed down to the present day, it is still one of the inheritance of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan, and it can be seen that the achievements of the Yan madmen must not be low.

Or, the supreme of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan had an extremely close relationship with the Yan Maniac.

This Peng Sixteen should be the most descendant bloodline of the Yan Maniac.

It's a pity, it seems that this branch has declined to a certain extent, otherwise it would not be the only bloodline that would be the sixteenth in this generation of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan.

"Ancestor, ancestor?"

Rao knew that this Yuanyang Daoist was far stronger than himself, and Peng Sixteen still had green tendons on his forehead, and he was almost about to scold angrily.

It was only at the last moment that I remembered the pain of being whipped with a long whip, and I endured it.

But Rao is like this, he has a lot of hatred in his heart, and his face is extremely blue.

"yes......"

An Qisheng pinched his wine glass and looked stunned: "If it weren't for your ancestor, you would have died by now." ”

It doesn't matter what the Golden-winged Dapeng clan was back then.

But today's Golden-winged Dapeng clan, from the appearance of this Peng Sixteen, opening their mouths to devour all living beings within hundreds of miles, you can see how fierce they are.

Such a big demon, with his usual way of acting, naturally does not remain.

This has nothing to do with the survival of the fittest, natural selection.

The wolf eats the sheep for the stomach, and the sheep eats grass for survival, but Peng 16 opens his mouth at will and devours living beings for no reason, but only because of his fierce nature.

And, it's not the first time.

"You, you're not going to kill me?"

Hearing An Qisheng's words, Peng Sixteen was not angry but happy in his heart, he couldn't figure out the meaning of this Yuanyang Daoist's actions.

But it seems that this Yuanyang Daoist doesn't want to kill him?

Otherwise, with his means, if he wants to kill himself, he doesn't have to go to such great lengths at all.

"Brother Yan is rebellious, but I don't like you to slaughter people like you, although you are the only descendant of Brother Yan, but you are also ......"

An Qisheng pinched the wine glass in one hand and spilled the wine on the ground.

It seems to be respectful, it seems to be informed.

And between the words, his hand was already raised gently, and then fell heavily, slapping at Peng Sixteen, who was shocked and terrified:

"Damn it!"

"How dare you kill me?!"

With a slap of his palm, Peng Sixteen felt that his eyes were dark, and an indescribable huge terror burst out in his heart.

He never dreamed that An Qisheng would release himself, say strange things, and put wine and food on the table, and he would actually kill himself!

Why all the trouble?

Unwilling!

Unwilling!

Under the huge terror, Peng Sixteen couldn't help but let out a low roar:

"You sealed my cultivation, imprisoned my flesh and blood, and bound my Dapeng True Body, killing me like this, I don't accept !!"

Peng Sixteen only felt that the huge terror was like a substantial palm grasping his heart, his eyes were bloodshot, and the blood qi of the sealed town was boiling, wanting to break free from the confinement.

Bang!

But in the next moment, the white palm had already knocked out what he said in mid-air, and Ji Zhang's five fingers were clasped on Peng Sixteen's head:

"If you don't accept it, it's up to you."

Reason with reasonable people, and there is no reason to talk about unreasonable people.

Dapeng opened his mouth to swallow thousands of miles of living beings, where did he ask those people's opinions?

Click~

The moment the five fingers slapped down, Peng Sixteen's eyes were already pitch black, and he couldn't see anything anymore.

The endless darkness came faster than the pain, and in an instant he was overwhelmed by his unwillingness, anger, and rage.

'No! ’

At the last moment, Peng Sixteen only had endless unwillingness and regret in his heart.

Why did you come to Dongzhou, if you don't come to Dongzhou, even if your situation is difficult, no one dares to kill you.......

Airplanes~

In the next moment, there was a long beeping sound in the unmanned courtyard.

A palm slapped down, shattering Peng Sixteen's divine soul, and his body trembled wildly, wanting to show his original form.

But he was tightly restrained by An Qisheng's palm, trembling but unable to break free.

Laugh at~

Then, with a slight sound like a water bag being punctured and a person's throat being cut, Peng Sixteen's body exploded under An Qisheng's palm!

Peng's 160,000 law cultivation, his true body spreads his wings for thousands of miles, and he doesn't need any supernatural powers, just by showing his true body, he can crush hundreds of thousands of living beings in this Tianjiao Ninth City.

Even, if a wave of its blood is released, it will be enough to completely submerge this city!

However, such a huge body, with blood as thin as the Yangtze River, was bound between An Qisheng's five fingers.

Subtle places that are invisible to the naked eye, drastic and unimaginable changes, are happening spontaneously.

He is refining the essence of the sixteen bloodlines of Napeng, that is, the blood inheritance that belongs to the Yan madman.

Buzz~

Between the slight tremors and vibrations, the violently vibrating blood of the Dao Dao swirled around An Qisheng's five fingers.

And even if An Qisheng had already sealed this small courtyard with 'Cave Heaven', this small courtyard was constantly buzzing and vibrating, and it seemed that it could shatter and disintegrate with the space at any time!

This scene also made Xuanji, Feng Changming, Zheng Longqiu and others, who could be seen clearly through the cave, turn pale.

"He, what does he want to do?"

Xuanji's face was a little pale, and he remembered the many evil supernatural powers that were frozen, and he was strangled by several holy places.

"Qi Seed ......"

An Qisheng's eyes opened and closed, flashing with an incomprehensible light.

His Qi seed is guided by the biomagnetic field of the human body, combined with the essence of the body, the soul and the divine will, and imprinted with the wisdom of his own self.

In a sense, it is already an 'interweaving of Tao and Dharma' rather than a simple magnetic field.

Qi seed is the way he cultivates.

Even if he came to this realm and wanted to cultivate the martial arts of this realm to condense the body flower, his fundamental path did not deviate in the slightest, and he was still 'Tai Chi Qi Seed', 'Tai Chi Divine Court' and 'Tai Chi Dao'.

Therefore, his Fa has the characteristics of the Xuanxing, the Jiufu Realm, the Dao of the World, and the Wanyang Realm, but it also has something unique in it.

At the time of the Tao of the earth, he was already able to strengthen the physical body, regenerate severed limbs, drip blood to be reborn, interfere with the changes of celestial phenomena, and be able to penetrate the essence of objects.

Further, we will be able to grasp the reorganization and decomposition of matter to a certain extent.

The composition of flesh and blood, the relationship between spirit and spirit, and even the operation of cells that are subtle to the extreme, are extremely clear.

From the eyes of Xuanji and the others, An Qisheng seemed to be absorbing the blood spirit of the golden-winged roc to practice 'magic skills'.

And in fact, he did far more than what they saw.

Boom~

In the cave sky, the blood that was moved by An Qisheng rolled down like a heavenly river, dyeing the mountains and rivers red, the spiritual springs and rivers of the earth, the mountains and mountains, and even the thousands of miles of spiritual fields below.

The abundance of blood of a 10,000-level golden-winged Dapeng made Feng Changming, Zheng Longqiu and others all change color slightly, and the blood volume was a manifestation of the volume.

This golden-winged roc is only afraid that it is stronger than they imagined.

But now, no matter how strong it is, it's useless, such a Tianjiao-level golden-winged Dapeng was killed so tragically.

How can we not let them die in the same situation?

"He really dares to kill us."

More people trembled.

The Golden-Winged Dapeng is one of the two major royal clans of the Demon Clan, and its power is even more terrifying than the three holy lands of Dongzhou, he even dares to kill this Golden-winged Dapeng, but he is afraid that he really dares to kill them!

Suddenly, everyone understood why the man would let himself and others see this scene.

Punish someone as a warning to others!

The lowest means, but they have to admit, are too effective.....

"No, that's not right!"

At this time, Feng Changming's body suddenly shook: "This, this is not his cultivation of magic skills, he is, he is ......"

Not only Feng Changming, but many captives, including Xuanji, all changed their faces at this time, and their hearts were suddenly filled with incredulity.

Through the cave, they could see that under An Qisheng's palm, the mass of blood was constantly rotating at a high speed, and the stripped out was moved to the cave to nourish the cave.

And as time passed, a blood overflowing between his five fingers, already with a pale golden color, a vast and domineering aura that could be felt even through the cave sky, rushed to his face!

"That drop of blood, could it be the royal blood of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan?!"

Xuanji and the others were all shocked, and they glanced at each other, all of them saw the horror in their eyes.

No matter how big or small the sect is, whether it is a loose cultivator or not, no matter whether it is good or evil, human, demon, but all cultivators will embark on polishing their bloodline.

The path of the incarnate gods.

However, the path of incarnating a divine body is quite different from the nature of the divine body.

A natural divine body, if it cultivates the exercises of its same sect and condenses the divine body again, its advantages are absolutely great, and its combat power is stronger than that of the same level!

"He drew out the royal blood of the Golden-winged Roc Clan? How is this possible! How can there be such evil deeds? ”

Feng Changming, Zheng Longqiu and the others were all shocked and discolored, almost suffocated by this scene.

Throughout the ages, not to mention other states, of course, the land of Dongzhou has the magic power of devouring the blood of other people's souls, and there are still a lot of them.

But they had never heard of anyone who could refine the blood of the gods!

How can such exercises not make them feel furious in their hearts and be shocked and frightened?

"Magic! Magic Works! ”

Xuanji didn't know what she thought of, and a deep sense of fear rose in her heart like never before.

With such a method of seizing the blood of other people's gods, even if this person is a mortal body, I am afraid that he can cultivate the strongest divine body in the past!

If such a practice spreads, all divine bodies will become prey!

Airplanes~

Almost at the same time, the Three-Hearted Blue Spirit Child cut off Dong Tian's perception of the outside world.

Naturally, it also saw what was happening outside, and it was also a little surprised by the methods used by An Qisheng, bloodline was not just blood.

There's so much in it, not just life, but something more complex, like time!

Russell couldn't even do this kind of method!

Call~

In the courtyard, An Qisheng's five fingers flipped up, and the drop of pale golden blood that shone like a work of art fell on his palm.

The blood of the golden-winged Dapeng who spread its wings for thousands of miles, and what was left in the end was just such a drop of pale golden blood.

"Brother Yan, you still lost to Pang Wanyang in the end......"

Feeling the breath in that drop of blood, An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

Peng Sixteen was already the last pure-blood bloodline of the Yan Maniacs, and there was only such a drop of blood.

In contrast, Pang Wanyang's imperial court still stands in the clouds of Zhongzhou.

The gap between the two seems to have widened with the 'Ascension to the Heavenly Gate'......

Click~

Under An Qisheng's gaze, the drop of pale golden blood in his palm, which was as heavy as a mountain, changed again.

Wisps of pale golden mist came slowly, swirling between his five fingers, and after a while, the mist dissipated, and that drop of blood turned into a pale golden egg!

However, this egg is not as big as the egg of the legendary Golden-winged Roc clan, and its size is about the same as a quail egg, and it is not even comparable to an egg.

After the light on it gradually dimmed, there was really nothing strange about it, like a dead egg.

Looking at this pale golden egg, An Qisheng said to himself in his heart:

"Brother Yan, are you really dead......