Boom!

The thunder sounds rolling in the sky, and the electric snake is in vain.

Blood flowers bloomed in the mud and water, the boiling blood evaporated into the rain, and waves of water vapor spread out.

“Huh?!”

Taoist Juechen suddenly stopped and his expression changed.

In his perception, an extremely powerful aura suddenly rose by the mountain forest thousands of meters away.

This breath is like a mountain or a sea, like a starry sky or a sky, majestic and vast, incredible.

He had never seen such a powerful aura in his life.

Although this breath flashed and flew, he would not think it was an illusion.

In an instant, the vigilance in his heart had risen to the top.

Who is this?

But before he could think about it, he had already seen Tong Zhengyang falling from the mud and water through the layers of rain curtains.

?!

Taoist Juechen was shocked.

He has a wide range of hands and eyes, and his disciples are spread all over the world. He naturally got the information about Tong Zhengyang at the first time.

He knew very well that the power of this mysterious man who suddenly appeared in Xuanxing.

Tear the tank with his hand, cut the fighter plane with his sword, and he fell into the sea for several months without dying. One person destroyed the entire bamboo dragon and would leave calmly. Even if he was so dangerous tonight, if he hadn't suddenly cut off his arm, he could have even escaped without his body!

I came here this time and I was dead for a lifetime, even if the man had broken his arm and was seriously injured, he was not sure of winning.

But such a person was beaten to death in an instant!

Yes, it was beaten to death.

No one can become like this and still live. Even if this person's body is better than seeing the gods, it is impossible.

"It's him?!"

Taoist Juechen's eyes narrowed, and his eyes looked at An Qisheng who was slowly getting up through the heavy rain curtains.

He was deeply impressed by this young man.

When they first met, Mu Longcheng couldn't help but test it. When they met for the second time, he realized the truth in Wudang Mountain and entered the marrow of his kung fu, and had already seen that he had the potential of the alchemy realm.

Seeing him this time, he seems to be just on the front line than before.

But the mysterious man died in his hands...

How did he do it?

call!

suck!

In the rain, An Qisheng slowly stood up and breathed deeply into the breath of Xuanxing.

I dreamed of a thousand times, and I passed by with my fingertips.

Even for him, it was an extremely long time.

With a deep breath, he cut off the faint sense of alienation, and what filled his heart was a piece of depression.

The depression of heaven and earth.

The suppression was so strong that he could feel that his divine will was bound tightly in his body and could not touch the outside world at all.

In an environment without a trace of spiritual energy in the world, his divine will caused great oppression to his body.

The mind and body are like the two ends of a scale. Which end falls will affect the other.

The mind, spirit, or soul cannot exist out of thin air. Just as people need to eat, the soul also needs support.

It is only enough for ordinary people to rely on their physical body to rely on their souls, but their spirit is too strong and their physical body is not enough to support them.

Huh ~

The air roared in the rain curtain, and Taoist Juechen came to the mountains and forests.

He first glanced at Tong Zhengyang, whose flesh and blood were terrible in the mud, and then his eyes fell on An Qisheng, with exploration and thinking:

"My friend An, we're meeting again."

"Master, I haven't seen you for a long time."

An Qisheng bowed slightly.

It was only a few months for Taoist Juechen, but it was already a long time for him.

"You killed this person?"

Taoist Juechen's eyes twitched. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard for him to believe that all this was done by An Qisheng.

But there was no one around, and in the night there was only him and An Qisheng, and there was no third person.

He had to believe it.

"I killed it."

An Qisheng glanced at Tong Zhengyang and nodded slightly.

This lucky person who had the qualifications of being promoted to heavenly beings in his original trajectory had already completely lost his breath.

The King Quan Sword completely shocked and killed him with one blow.

Taoist Juechen's eyes rippled, and he looked at An Qisheng carefully.

An Qisheng stood calmly and allowed Taoist Juechen to look at it.

His body only has the power of transforming strength, but his divine intention is far higher than that of the Taoist Juechen, so he is naturally not afraid of what he can see.

More importantly, with his divine will and the King of Kings Sword, even if his body is weak at this time, he has no qi, true qi, and Xuanxing have no existence that can threaten him.

Even nuclear bombs.

He is invincible in this world and is not afraid of anyone, any force, or even a country.

"amazing......."

Taoist Juechen restrained his eyes and had to sigh.

He couldn't see anything, but he could feel a little strange in his telepathy. The boy in front of him seemed to have undergone some huge changes.

But I don’t know what the change is, perhaps it is related to the target that the mysterious man is chasing......

"This person was seriously injured and broken arm, and his internal injuries were even more serious. He was just the last step to the crossbow, but he just happened to meet him."

An Qisheng glanced at Tong Zhengyang in the pool of blood.

Tong Zhengyang thought he could steal the King Quan Sword and escape the King Quan Dao. Huangjue Temple did not know that during this process, the water released by the King Quan Taoist of that generation was enough to fill the lakes all over the world.

After 3,300 years, he could not have imagined how strong the royal power of the thirty-three generations of royal Taoist people was.

Once upon a time, only eight soldiers were in charge of thousands of years.

In the past three thousand years, there were as many as two hundred main figures in the Dao Army of the King of Quan, and his profound background could not be imagined by others.

"Even so, it's extremely incredible."

Taoist Juechen glanced at An Qisheng deeply.

He naturally knew that An Qisheng had something to say, but he had no intention of pursuing the truth. Who didn't have a secret yet?

Without waiting for An Qisheng to speak, he shook his head and turned around and walked into the rain:

"Let's go, let's go, the matter is over, so I will leave this morning to avoid any trouble..."

Come straightforward and walk neatly.

Several ups and downs disappeared in the rain.

An Qisheng glanced at the figure flashing in the distance and turned around and left.

He did not reject the people in the government, but he did not want to stay here, and he would come to answer once.

Not long after, the green dragon stepped forward.

From afar, I saw a pool of mud on the ground, Tongzhengyang.

His eyes narrowed, and his heart was filled with waves.

This mysterious man died like this?

Their big battle only caused him serious injury, but he was beaten to death silently at this moment?

His mood was fluctuating, and he could not describe his mood at this moment.

He had already brought a micro-nuke, and wanted to die with him, but he didn't expect that it was over.

His body was ups and downs, and he came close to him, swept across the cracked earth around him, and looked at the corpse that looked like mud, and couldn't help but mutter to himself:
To be continued...