The storm of the night is howling, and the changes in the celestial phenomena caused by the change in the magnetic field spread to the world. In just half an hour, it has alarmed the meteorological bureaus of countries around the world.

Meteorological warnings were sent to all parts of the country, as if storms were about to come.

That night, not many people in Baodao and even Quan Daxuan slept well. Under a huge sense of oppression that seemed to be as low as the sky, there were only many people who could fall asleep peacefully.

More people find it difficult to fall asleep, or look out the window in surprise or worry.

Under the night with lightning and dark clouds covering the sky, no one saw that the "Gate of Different Degrees" pierced by the Royal Sword was emitting a faint light.

.........

Three red suns shine on the sky and shine on the sky.

The sky was just right on this day, and it was the time when the royal road opened its mountain gate.

In front of the sword stone, there were crowds of people on the flat and huge square. People from all over the martial arts world gathered here, all waiting quietly.

Countless people gathered here, but there was no noise on the square.

Everyone's eyes fell on the young Taoist standing with a sword on the high platform in the middle of the square, with deep awe.

This day, the sky was not so good. It was the young man who held the sword to lead the formation, dispelling the clouds and revealing the sun.

Inducing the celestial phenomena is one of the symbols of the masters of the divine lineage.

Even now, the Divine Vein is a well-deserved master.

Not to mention, this person can still drive the formation. This method is obviously a practice of the "Heaven and Man Qi-seeing Technique".

"The art of looking at qi should have three aspects. Observing stars is the heavenly phase, observing the earth's veins and Feng Shui is the earth's phase, and writing fortunes is the human phase. Only by combining the three elements can we practice the 'heaven and man's qi-seeking technique' of my kingly power......"

The young man took his sword and returned to his sheath, and opened his voice faintly: "If you have the opportunity to enter my kingly power, you will also have the opportunity to learn the 'God of Man and the Art of Looking at Qi'."

The young man said concisely and without long discussions, he announced directly: "The ancestor once said that there is no difference in teachings. Regardless of men, women, young and old, whether they possess martial arts or not, from which country they come from, they can get started with royal power."

His voice was not so loud, but it sounded clearly in everyone's ears.

Buzz ~

And as his voice sounded, streams of light rose up on the top of the Wang Quan Mountain, which was more than 3,000 feet high.

The many streams of lights intertwined and drifted down, spreading from the mountaintop to the foot of the mountain, faintly outlining a huge portal with a deep breath as deep as the starry sky.

"If you are not firm in your heart, you are unstable, you will be disturbed by evil spirits and do not enter this door."

The young man flew his sleeves and said loudly: "Those who walk up the mountain are my introductory disciples of the Royal Trust Road!"

The introduction to Wang Quandao is a real introduction.

What you enter is this gate called the "Nan Tian Gate".

Of course, after getting started, you have to do your homework in the "Inquiry Hall" for five years. Once you make a mistake in your career, you will be expelled.

“There are so many people…”

At the end of the mountain road, Chu Fan, Feng Mingtao and others stood side by side, watching the ants-like flowing streams at the distance below the mountain, and murmured to himself slightly.

The king's way to open the mountain gate once every five years and once every ten years. After more than three thousand years, the eighth day of November has become the most grand festival in the world.

It is said that this is the day of the birth of the ancestor Wang Quan.

"It's a pity that this day is also destined to be a bloody day."

Feng Mingtao's burly body is quite eye-catching among the disciples. He and Chu Fan are the same group of disciples as Chu Fan.

Wang Quandao has reached the limit of "discussing the truth, not dealing with the mind". If there are evil thoughts in the mind, it will still be changed, and the mistakes cannot be forgiven.

Even disciples who have already entered the sect have to go up and down the mountain every day, and once they do evil things, they will never be able to escape the three-foot sword.

There is no merit to atone for sins, and there is no difference in one thought.

It is precisely because of this that over the past three thousand years, the king's power has always stood firm and always adhered to the right path, and everyone has been convinced.

He still remembered that the blood flowed in front of the "Nan Tianmen" on the day he entered the door, and the screams made it difficult for him to sleep for many days.

But even so, there are always people who are lucky.

Over the years, the mountain gate was opened, and many people were corpses standing here in front of Wang Quan Mountain.

Today is no exception.

"But I don't know how many dreamers are among this group of people."

Chu Fan used the sound transmission technique to say this sentence directly to Feng Mingtao alone.

Compared with the chaos 3,300 years ago, the world has been peaceful for a long time now, and there are few big wars in the world, both in the world and in the world.

The king's sword hangs in the world, and there is almost no resistance.

The king's way is the priority choice for all dreamers.

"It's not a waste anyway."

Feng Mingtao shook his head in his heart: "This errand is too boring. I heard that there is a royal sword in Youzhou. If you can go and take a look, it will be much better than watching the door here?"

Not everyone likes to watch the door, Feng Mingtao doesn’t like this job very much. Unfortunately, where is there any choice for him?

"It's better if you don't go. Many dreamers gather in Youzhou. I don't know how many people are going to die. You and I almost fell into trouble before. Although you will lose the qualification to enter the 'dream' after dying twice, you should be careful."

Chu Fan sighed.

The king's power hangs the sword in the world and maintains the laws of all countries, but killing is inevitable.

He and Feng Mingtao were also ambushed and killed once. The one who attacked was the "Truman". That time, most of the team of more than 30 dreamers were killed by them, and the two of them were almost dead.

“‘Truman’!”

When Feng Mingtao mentioned this, his face suddenly sank: "I will find this grudge sooner or later!"

"It is hard to say that according to the news from the White Tiger, the 'Truman' was worshipped by the 'Six Prisons' of a hidden sect. Although the sect is not famous, it has been circulated for more than three thousand years. The War Demon Heart Sutra he learned is not inferior to the many true teachings of my royal power..."

Chu Fan shook his head, not optimistic,

The "Truman" is said to have seen the gods in Xuanxing. In his dream, he has cultivated Yin and Yang Wuji in his five years, and he is only one step away from reaching the ninth level of heaven and man...

The Demon Heart Sutra was shocking, and the Special Affairs Bureau organized several sieges and kills and was easily escaped by him.

Unless they can enter the core of the royal power path and learn the true teachings of the royal power path.

Feng Mingtao immediately had nothing to say.

Although the true teachings of Wang Quandao are open to all disciples, it is extremely difficult to get started. In just five years, I want to cultivate the qi-seeking technique of the heavenly beings, Wang Quan Zhenyue Sword?

How difficult is that?

At least at present, all the dreamers have truly mastered the celestial level martial arts, and it seems that they have obtained the transmission skills of an old devil.

Just like Xuanxing, many textbooks are allowed to be learned by everyone, but the real success is still the very few.

"It's Senior Brother Zhang!"

"Senior Brother Zhang is back!"

While the two were talking by their voice transmission, they suddenly heard the noise at the foot of the mountain, and several disciples of the royal family beside them also exclaimed in surprise.

"Which Senior Brother Zhang?"

Chu Fan came to his senses and was shocked when he listened to the noise coming from the foot of the mountain.

"Of course it's Senior Brother Zhang Hongfei. Is it because he came back this time? Could it be that he brought back my contemporary sword master Wang Quandao?"

Several disciples of the royal family were all very excited and wanted to go down the mountain immediately.

Feng Mingtao was shocked in Chu Fan's heart, and he was already standing tall and heading towards the foot of the mountain amid the shouts of several disciples.

Both of them condensed the qi and meridians of their hands and feet, and were extremely fast. With this force, they had arrived at the middle of the mountain road in a few moments and looked down.

I saw that on a road where many people at the foot of the mountain spontaneously made way aside, a swordsman in blue held a child's hand and slowly walked towards the mountain gate.

"Junior Brother Zhang?"

At the foot of the mountain, the young man who presided over the admission of disciples this time frowned when he saw the blue-shirted swordsman: "Who hurts you?"

"Senior Brother Lin doesn't have to worry, it's just that he killed too many people, so he's just annoyed."

Zhang Hongfei coughed lightly, and a smile appeared on his pale face: "Fortunately, I brought back the future sword master in my sect."

The boy looked about six or seven years old, and he seemed to have never seen so many people before, and he was a little nervous for a moment.

"Good boy, what's your name?"

The young man got off the platform and touched the little boy's fleshy face affectionately, and was about to take out the meeting gift.

Suddenly my heart thumped and I raised my eyebrows and looked up.

I saw a cloud burst in the sky, and a figure jumped down from the sky, and was in mid-air with a long roar:

"Do it!"

Strong and firm~~~

As the voice echoed, a cluster of sword light suddenly burst out from the crowd, shaking with wind and thunder, and a cold and fierce killing aura.

He slashed from all directions toward Zhang Hongfei and the other two.

And what is faster than the sword in the sky is the powerful fist mark that falls from the sky.

The moment the fist print was shot out, the air flow in the air boiled and exploded. The extremely powerful fist intention was like a substance, and it blasted down hundreds of feet across.
To be continued...