Buzz ~

A wave of waves was caused from the perspective.

The invisible and intangible mental power trembled slightly, outlining the outline of the human skin from An Qisheng's perspective.

As An Qisheng's mental power increased, his visualization ability increased day by day.

In a moment, you can already outline the outlines of other items in your mind.

Looking from the perspective of others, if he was this master, he would not have left a human skin without anything for no reason. It would be impossible for him to have nothing in this human skin.

As his thoughts moved, the human curl in his perspective began to tremble.

“Huh?”

An Qisheng's heart moved, and he opened his eyes and saw that the man's skin was squirming like life.

Lines of text gradually emerged:

"It's been seven hundred years, seven hundred years! Finally, someone finally discovered it, and someone finally discovered me..."

This doesn't seem like the text left behind.

But there is something in this man's skin scroll talking...

Something interesting.

An Qisheng's eyes flashed.

Sure enough, the text on the man's skin changed again:

"You guy! Have the Eight Great Soldiers now appeared?"

"Boy?"

An Qisheng's heart was suppressed and he spoke lightly:

"What are you?"

The human skin curl stuttered slightly, and seemed to be a little incomprehensible to An Qisheng's reaction. Then, as the human skin curl squirmed, the text on it changed again:

"I am the Great Medieval Sky!"

"Ferris?"

An Qisheng stroked his long beard with his hands, his eyes flashing: "I haven't heard of it."

"Have you heard of it?"

The text on the human skin scroll suddenly became sloppy:

"It's only seven hundred years, only seven hundred years..."

An Qisheng pinched the smoother and brighter human skin and said:

"I'm not interested in who you are. I'm even more curious about what you are and what is the reason for existence..."

A conscious human skin scroll?

How did it retain this consciousness?

Immortality?

The soul?

Or something else?

"This divine vein is complete, the body is destroyed and the will last forever, immortality is immortal!"

The words on the human skin scroll are like dragons and snakes, and contain powerful will, which makes people intimidate.

"After the spirit reaches a certain level, it can exist without the physical body? This is somewhat similar to the soul in the legend of the previous life..."

An Qisheng looked at this human skin scroll thoughtfully.

His spirit was very sensitive, and he naturally knew that it was not the parchment scroll that was speaking, but an invisible and qualitative spiritual imprint.

However, a simple spirit can exist without support.

Dear, it should be the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, not that his spirit can really reach this level.

However, if you can survive without the body for seven hundred years, this spiritual imprint is naturally extremely powerful.

"Daoyitu..."

As my mind moved, An Qisheng communicated with the Taoist picture deep in his soul:

"Can this human skin scroll be converted into Taoist power?"

Buzz ~

Deep in the soul, the Taoist map trembled slightly, and the light flowed like water:

【Discovering Taoist power, does it change?】

"You! What did you do?!!"

Almost at the same time, the words on the man's skin roll suddenly became extremely sloppy, and the consciousness was extremely shocked.

At this moment, it felt endless horror, as if it could not help itself in the moment of life and death.

"no."

After looking at the extremely sloppy words, An Qisheng thought about it carefully, but did not choose to change the power of Tao.

In the Jiufu Realm, the most attractive to him are naturally Qi and Divine Veins.

He has many Qi and meridians to fight, and although he still has secrets, he has basically learned about it. He has never met any of this divine meridians so far.

There is no way to guess or know.

After all, the vast territory of Jiufujie is far greater than that of Xuanxing, and the population is more than Xuanxing. It is definitely not easy to meet those masters.

This man's skin scroll is suspected to be left with divine veins, and it seems that he knows that the eight gods and gods of heaven and man have been squeezed out like this, which is a pity.

"You, what are your methods? Who are you?"

The horror faded away, and words immediately appeared on the human skin scroll.

But An Qisheng ignored it and rolled it up and stuffed it into his sleeves.

"Master of Taoism."

Tieshan strode and buried the three of them intact.

"Let's go."

An Qisheng looked at a forest in the dark night and turned around and left.

Tieshan thought about something and kept up quickly.

......

In a forest not far from here.

The group fell into silence.

After a long silence, a hoarse voice rang:

"Xue Chaoyang, it's not unfair to die..."

The moonlight flowed, and in the crimson night, a thin man stood in his arms with a knife, looking straight at the ruins under the night sky in the distance, with a serious expression.

Hearing the hoarse voice, he turned around and looked at another cold middle-aged man in black clothes and asked:

"Tong Luyang, if it were you, how many moves would it take to kill these three people?"

The middle-aged Tong Luyang in black was silent for a moment before he started to speak hoarsely:

"Although these three people only condense the Qi and meridians of Xiao Zhoutian, when the three people join forces, unless they fight to the death with me, I will not be able to kill all three of them."

"You are right. Although there is a difference between the Qi Condensation Meridians in the Big and Big Zhoutian, the Qi Transmission is the Qi Transmission. If you kill three people so quickly and neatly, Xue Chaoyang and Tuoba will die without any worries."

The thin swordsman nodded slightly:

"However, with the strength he showed this time, it is not enough to be on par with Yunhaitian. Tens of years ago, Yunhaitian ran tens of thousands of miles, broke through the innate defense line of the seven major qi meridians, killed one of them, seriously injured four people, and still had the spare energy to escape from the hands of the Chilian Dharma King..."

"Fang Yuhong, what do you want to say?"

Tong Luyang frowned slightly.

"I mean, although this person's martial arts are above us, he is not as invincible as the sea of ​​clouds and seas."

Fang Yuhong stood with a knife in his arms, his eyes faintly:

"So, I think it's better to release the news and use his hand to disrupt the martial arts world and cut off these restless martial arts masters..."

"You're playing with fire."

Tong Luyang's eyes narrowed, and he didn't want to agree:

"Although Yun Haitian is extremely powerful, his future is broken, and this person's future is not broken yet! If he attacks martial arts masters all the way and condenses the momentum to advance to the divine vein in one fell swoop, then we can't control it!"

"Shen Zhi?"
To be continued...