The strong wind rolled up thousands of snow.

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

As my eyes opened and closed, I seemed to feel an indescribable strong aura.

Zhongzhou and Fengdu are the most important places in Dafeng.

If Huangjue Temple is the place where the fortunes of Liangzhou gather, then Zhongzhou is the place where the fortunes of Dafeng 72 prefectures, many prefectures, and countless counties gather.

And that Fengdu is the center of the gathering of the most powerful country in the world.

Its energy is as thick as a star, and its energy is as exciting as a real dragon.

Across six thousand miles apart, you can feel the heavy national destiny of the millions of people and vast territory.

“God, God, God….”

Looking into the sky, An Qisheng murmured to himself.

The body saw that the divine body and soul were greatly improved, and the energy was formed into the great circle of heaven, perfect and flawless. At this point, all the gains he had traveled in the two realms had been completely absorbed by him.

With internal strength, true energy, nourishment of heaven and earth spiritual energy, blood exchange, pill embrace, and control of the indestructible gods, at this point, he has completely reached the peak known to both worlds.

No matter how great the great master of Xuanxing has been through the past or the great master of Jiufu Realm has been through the past, he will not surpass him in his simple body.

He knew this very well.

At this time, the only one who stood before him was "God".

When the mind moves, the body moves with it, slowly moving forward like a mountain moving.

Huhu~~~

The cold dragon swooped down, and the huge dragon claws leaped down, grabbed the three large iron boxes in the claws, and then rose into the air.

This cold dragon is more than ten feet long and weighs more than 200,000 kilograms. It is naturally nothing to grab an iron ingot weighing more than 1,000 kilograms.

"Master, Taoist Master! Take me and take me with you!"

The little monk Liuming who was lying on the head of the cold dragon, holding the dragon horn tightly, kept shouting.

Huh ~

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

He looked down and saw that the Taoist was walking in the wind and snow gradually moving away.

He grabbed the spear and walked slowly.

Under the flying Taoist robe, his body seemed loose and slapped, carrying a spear weighing thousands of pounds, but no footprint was left behind.

Just like this, he shot him and headed straight towards Zhongzhou.

The little monk looked at him. He clearly had a light step, and his every move was floating like a fairy, but he felt that he was walking in his heart as heavy as a mountain carrying him.

It is smooth and natural when light and heavy coexist, but it is indescribable.

Is this the so-called importance?

This thought flashed through the little monk's mind, and yearning arises in his heart.

A real man should do this!

...........

In the wind and snow, An Qisheng walked forward.

His mind was quiet, everything seemed to be settled under the sea of ​​heart, and all the past was flowing under the sea of ​​heart without any ripple.

Hiking is the most important way to cleanse people's hearts.

Between the vast world, one person walks alone, as if the heaven and earth coexist with me, and there is nothing except it.

After more than a year of being in the floating realm, he has achieved martial arts in both realms so rapidly that he has made more rapid progress than anyone imagined. At this time, he might as well slow down.

Fast, slow, loose, and tight are all scenery.

Nothing is missing.

The mood is sent, but the spirit is tight.

While walking, his mind seemed to be scattered into countless pieces. Those who enter the dream enter the dream, those who deduce martial arts deduce martial arts, those who visualize, those who polish the body and the body and the body and the spirit are even resting and sleeping.

Orderly and go hand in hand.

At this point, he entered deep sleep much higher than when he was exercising, and his sleep had been completely stripped away.

I am awake all the time, and I am sleeping all the time.

"Amitabha."

Not long after walking, a warm Buddhist chant suppressed the whistling of the wind and snow in the sky, echoing in An Qisheng's heart.

An Qisheng kept walking, still paced, raising his eyebrows and looking at him.

An old monk sat cross-legged beside the road where the wind and snow were clear in the distance.

The old monk was very old, so old that people saw the mottled city walls that had been experiencing many years, or the old trees full of insects and falling out of branches and leaves.

But in An Qisheng's eyes, the old monk sat cross-legged, like a big Buddha falling into the temple, with fireworks scattered.

It is not the Buddha in the nine heavens, but the Buddha in the human world, not the Buddha in the world, but the Buddha in the world.

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 road is empty, but it gives people the illusion that there is no way out.

At this time, there is no need to say much about someone who can give him such senses.

"The master finally showed up and met me."

An Qisheng was not surprised.

In fact, as early as when he set foot in Huangjue Temple, the two of them had already known each other's existence.

However, if he didn't show up, An Qisheng would not take the initiative to search.

Just as he doesn't want anyone to see him, no one can find his trace.

The old monk's eyes were very turbid. Looking at An Qisheng who was walking towards him, he couldn't help but sigh:

"Until this time, it was difficult for the old monk to believe that a person's body could be so powerful."

Heaven, earth and man.

Between heaven and earth, one person walks alone.

In his senses, the aura of the Taoist man in front of him had reached an incredible level.

In other words, this look.

Only heaven and earth can compete with it for a sense of existence, and all things in the world seem to be less attention than him.

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

An Qisheng finally stopped and couldn't help but admire the old monk ninety-nine feet away.

Just as mountains and rivers have always been there, some people see trees, flowers, birds, beasts, insects, and fish, but only a few people can see the true colors of the mountains and rivers.

Just like this old monk, some people saw him getting old, some people saw his skin loose membrane, wrinkles all over his face, and his skin was covered with age spots.

But in his senses.

But it was a vast and vast divine will, as big as the sky.

How much better is the divine will than the Red Sun Dharma King?

Even if he had just achieved the practice of horizontal training, his magical weapon was much stronger than when he was killed, and his combat power was much stronger, he was not sure that he could surpass this old monk.

A peerless master who has practiced for nearly three hundred years, the leader of the righteous path in the weapon list, the killing arhat in Huangjue Temple, Yixiu.

The old monk sighed:

"It's just a few more years of living, nothing great."

After a few greetings, An Qisheng spoke indifferently:

"What's the matter with the master coming here?"

"Nothing else, I just want to meet you..."

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

"Daoist Wang Quan!"

Wang Quan?

Royal power?

An Qisheng's eyes narrowed, and he could hear something strange from the old monk's words.

Inadvertently, he thought of going to Huangjue Temple, whether it is the Three Seals or the Three Kongs, he called himself "The Taoist of the King of Quan" rather than "The Taoist of the Wang Quan".

He didn't think about it at that time, after all, the accents of each major state are different, and perhaps the name was wrong.
To be continued...