"Things in the world are neither black nor white, neither right or wrong, and not only two choices..."

An Qisheng's expression remained motionless, and his voice was as squirming as smoke:

"It's a pity that you can't see..."

Huh ~

The long laughter came to an abrupt end.

"Yes, I can't see..."

The body of Taoist Tianji trembled slightly, and his body was hunched down to the naked eye. The silver-white hair and hair suddenly lost its luster, and a strong decayed aura spread from his body.

It was like in a house that had not lived in for many years, the smell of all the wooden beam furniture suddenly filled the entire cloud boat.

The eyes were turbid, the skin was shattered, the face was withered, and the original vitality of the body was high and low, and eventually disappeared.

He is dead.

"He is dead..."

Feeling the most familiar dead aura, Yan Xiake was a little surprised and unbelievable.

But this dead aura forced him to believe it.

This powerful old monster of the soul who has lived for thousands of years died silently?

Before he entered the Taoist Taoist, he had heard of the reputation of this Taoist Taoist, and knew that he had an unimaginable status in the Daqing cultivation world.

How awe-inspiring the thousand-year soul is?

"The golden body will also be erased, and the soul will also be corrupted..."

Sa Wuling shook his head slightly.

He has seen many life and death in the past sixty years, but the passing of a soul is still touched.

What touched him was naturally not the life and death of the Taoist Taoist.

But the road ahead is so difficult.

The ten evil spirits of the emperor and heaven, the great disasters of the world, and the boundary of life and death.

Huh ~

An Qisheng shook his sleeves, and the body of Taoist Tianji dispersed with the wind, and the remnants fell into the chessboard.

The chessboard narrowed down and turned into a little inspiration.

An Qisheng bounced his fingers, and the light of inspiration had already fallen into Sa Wuling's palm.

"What did you see?"

Sa Wuling pinched the little bit of spiritual light and his mind was calm.

Tianji Taoist has been in power for more than a thousand years, but he does not know what he has experienced along the way. The injury he had in the previous fight was not the cause of his fatality.

The real reason is that his essence and spirit have been instilled into the chessboard as the pieces fall.

He knew in his heart that this was not his deadline.

But when he saw his teacher, he realized that he had no way out.

There is no other way to live the future he sees.

"Save it."

An Qisheng glanced at Sa Wuling.

This chessboard is formed by the gathering of the Taoist spirit of the Taoist in Tianji. If he can return one day, it may be an opportunity for him to enter the Tao again.

If you don't return, it's a treasure.

Sa Wuling nodded, but was not too optimistic.

Throughout history, there are very few people who really involve the cycle of life and death, or in other words, the only one who can truly believe is the Netherworld Lord.

According to legend, the King of the Netherworld has a wonderful book that controls the cycle of life and death, which can save people's cycle of reincarnation.

But it is just a saying that no one in the world knows whether it is true.

Buzz ~

At this time, the Bagua Furnace emitted a huge buzzing sound.

Then it soared into the sky and turned into flowing light and penetrated into An Qisheng's body.

Plop ~

Wang E, who was red all over, fell on the cloud boat like a burning iron, and made a heavy sound.

Widths of blue smoke rose up.

It seemed that the smell of meat could still be smelled.

Wei Shaoyou's mouth twitched, and he couldn't believe that the tragic giant man in front of him was the one who was traversing the world in the legend of later generations, and he was powerful for a moment.

The great man who is known as the "innate leader, the red heart protects the Tao, the three-five train king, and the powerful spirit manifests the great spirit official".

Unlike the old master who has never seen the head but no one has ever seen.

This Wang Lingguan is a world-renowned figure who shines brightly in the 11th century of the Emperor Heaven.

The Lord of God,

Yiqi Shenjun.

Dutian picks up the great spirit official.

The legend about him is truly as numerous as stars.

Of course, after this incident, he no longer believed in the legend.

Who would have thought that a mere trivial matter recorded in the legend with only a few words attracted so many big names.

It’s a blessing that I have good luck, otherwise my bones will be melted.

In contrast, Wang Daling Guan was a little embarrassed, so he could naturally accept it...

"He is strong enough, but it is influenced by this old toad. After this refining, it may have a period of lows, but there will be no future troubles. Then you can pass on the twenty-four body magic of Huang Ting."

An Qisheng glanced at Wang Ei, who was facing up to the sky, spitting blue smoke on his mouth, and his eyes were red and golden.

"Other Dharma, eye magic, can also be transformed into the 'Eye God'. When you teach other Dharmas, remember not to forget them."

"Listen to the teacher's arrangement."

Sa Wuling was completely unlucky, so he nodded and responded.

Huangting's twenty-four bodies are formed and can be transformed into magical powers. The five internal organs, eyes, ears, mouth, nose and even hair can be refined into magical powers.

However, magical powers are not constant, and continuous innovation can lead to more and more perfection.

Wang Ei turned his back to the sky, and his anger dissipated most of his anger, leaving only three points. All his anger was burned out by the Bagua Fire.

At this time, I saw the white clouds and blue sky, felt the breeze, and felt like I was reborn.

After a long time, he took a breath and felt the hot eyes between his eyebrows. He looked at An Qisheng with a complicated expression:

"You, what kind of fire are you?"

Wang E turned over and sat up, grabbed the void, and grabbed the clouds to cover his body.

When he recalled the flames in the Bagua furnace, he felt a trembling heart.

After living for the years, he never felt what pain felt. He could not hurt him if he could not let the mountains collapse and even go into the sea to fight the Dragon King of Pig Po.

But the flame completely ignored his body, as if it was acting on his body and soul at the same time.

He was so scared that he was so scared that he was furious.

"There are three flavors of fire in the Bagua furnace. It is a heaven, earth and man. The second is the essence, energy, spirit, energy, and spirit to refine it into samadhi. It nourishes the fire transformed by the essence. It can be called the three flavors of true fire. There is nothing in the world that cannot be burned."

An Qisheng said.

The fire in the Bagua furnace is not nothingness, but the fire of the Three Flowers, which is also called the Three Flavors True Fire.

Of course, his three flowers have not been completed, so this fire has naturally not yet achieved.

But it is not something that ordinary people can bear. If it weren't for his control, even if Wang E had already turned into ashes. It would be a dream to make some golden eyes and fire eyes.

"Sanwei True Fire..."

Wang E murmured to himself, and felt awe and longing for this.

Since his birth, his strength and body can push everything. Even if he is unable to defeat him, he will not be able to fight back like facing the three true fires.

"I see......."

Wei Shaoyou watched this scene and suddenly realized it.

According to legend, Wang Lingguan inherited the thunder method of the old master, but also practiced the fire method, and even preferred the fire method more. This is the reason.

Sure enough, behind every legend, there are things that ordinary people don’t know.
To be continued...