People’s claim to vary from person to person.

Most of the time, Fuxin calls himself an old monk. After all, he is over 70 years old, but at this moment he has to call himself a young monk.

Although the person on the opposite side looked no bigger than himself at this time.

"The old donor has become famous recently, which is gratifying."

Fu Xin smiled and seemed to have no malice.

In fact, there was a hint of surprise in my heart.

In the sense of his "god", the old Taoist priest stood quietly, but was like an unfathomable black hole, devouring all the bright spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

It seemed plain, but in fact, its eyes fell on him and he could never leave.

The so-called attention is just that.

It was hard for him to imagine how a person who had not been baptized by heaven and earth could have such an incredible body and mind.

It took only two or three months from hearing this person's name to finding him to finding him to the door. In just a short period of time, he has become so powerful?

An Qisheng took a closer look.

This divine master, known as the number one in Dafeng Hengsheng, has a pure breath and is as spotless as his moon-white monk's robe.

And under his thin body, like a young student, contained extremely powerful power.

This is the strongest person he saw after coming to Jiufu Realm.

He stepped slowly and stopped around the corner. A powerful aura as strong as a mountain had already spread across the sky, making the cold dragon circling in the air feel a little uneasy.

"What do you care about if you have some false names?"

An Qisheng's expression was plain, and there was a rippling ripples in his eyes:

"You came for the sake of Tianyi's spiritual sutra?"

"Tianyi Sect of Spiritual Sutra..."

The smile on Fuxin's face disappeared, and he nodded slightly:

"The world only knows the magical magic of robbing spirits, but not many people know this name. It seems that the old donor has indeed obtained the magical sutra of robbing spirits in this heaven..."

"When you and I have reached the point where you and me, you should know that neither magical skills nor magical skills can change your mind. The true good and evil lies in one mind."

An Qisheng's tone was light, but with a hint of curiosity:

"What is the purpose of Longxiangfa Temple for so many years to pursue the Tianyi Spiritual Sutra?"

Any martial arts with a large level of magical veins contains the strongest will of the pioneer, and with the spirit of cultivation, it will inevitably be affected.

God is God, and demon is demon, not all slander.

But An Qisheng's mind is firm, and neither magical skills nor magical skills can affect his state of mind.

Therefore, he was a little curious about why Longxiang Fa Temple could always pursue the whereabouts of the Tianyi Piercing Spiritual Sutra for seven hundred years.

Hate?

I'm afraid it may not be.

"The old donor can see it thoroughly. Whether it is a magical skill or a magical skill, it is nothing to us."

Fuxin glanced at his apprentice, and the little monk Huiguo was fiddling with his little flower donkey.

He sighed softly:

"This is a secret concern to me, and it's a long story."

"Then let's talk a long story."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly, and the master and apprentice were exactly the same.

"The Heavenly Spirit-Saving Sutra originated from the Spirit-Saving Master seven hundred years ago. The Spirit-Saving Master has reached the Taiyin Wuji. It is the top of the world. Even if someone in his contemporaries can beat others, he will often be unable to kill him..."

Fuxin nodded, and there seemed to be no intention of hiding it.

This Tianyi Spiritual Sutra can not only absorb the true energy of others, but also replenish others, create a powerful person, and even regenerate it in the strong person he created after his own death.

Once you have cultivated into Taiyin Wuji and have all over the world, even those who are stronger than him will find it difficult to completely exterminate him.

Longxiangfa Temple suffered this great loss at that time and was reborn as a Buddhist son of Longxiangfa Temple in that generation. Then the destruction of Longxiangfa Temple was caused.

An Qi had already known this when he was dreaming of Huiguo.

"It was the Dayu Spear Lord who used his soul to lock in a wisp of the 'god' intention of Master Seizing the Spirit, and wiped out all the divine intentions that spread all over the world with one shot, so that he could kill this beast."

Fuxin said this, paused and looked at An Qisheng:

"But the Tianyi Piercing Spirit Sutra is strange and unpredictable. The Master of Dayu Spear said that the Master of Spirit Sutra still has a god. If someone practices the Tianyi Piercing Spirit Sutra to great success, it is hard to say that he will not be reborn by his body..."

"Rebirth with a body?"

Huiguo stood up and looked a little surprised.

He didn't know about this.

"The will of God is immortal, so can he be reborn through his body?"

An Qisheng was not too surprised. He actually thought about this possibility.

The Great Medieval Heaven was able to retain a wisp of divine will for seven hundred years, and it was not difficult to understand that Master Seizing the Spirit, who was still above him, was not dead and clean.

"Yes, so the little monk heard that the old donor had to break through the divine vein before he rushed over."

Fu Xin nodded slightly and said with a serious expression:

"I just hope that the old donor will not leave this kind of harming skills that will be alive."

He has not revealed this to many people.

The reason why I revealed it was that the old Taoist priest had not practiced this magic skill too deeply during the sensing.

Secondly, this old Taoist priest has a strong aura and is not sure that he can beat it...

"The Heavenly Slaying Spirit Sutra is useless to me and will not be passed on to anyone."

An Qisheng agreed:

"However, the pearl that day was useful to me, but it was not possible to destroy it."

An Qisheng actually didn't care much about the various divine intentions on the Tianyi Spiritual Sutra. If he was reborn with his body, it would be as simple as Master Zhuo Ling's death.

Therefore, he never took the Tianyi Spiritual Sutra to heart.

On the contrary, Tianyizhu, this extraordinary treasure, can purify the internal energy of the true energy nine times, and is of great value to anyone.

At this time, his internal energy was purified only twice or three times, and it was still far from the limit, so it was naturally impossible to destroy it.

"Amitabha."

Even though I had expected it, Fuxin couldn't help but recited the Buddha's name with some disappointment.

Then, he looked at An Qisheng with a faint look:

"The old donor is very impressed by the little monk, but the spiritual sutra that day cannot be preserved in the world..."

"Master?"

Huiguo's expression changed slightly.

He also knew that An Qisheng killed the Red Sun Dharma King. The old monk seemed to be different from the Red Sun Dharma King. If he fought, he would probably not be able to beat him.

"so......."

An Qisheng's eyes opened and closed, neither happy nor angry:

"You want to take action?"

"The little monk has no grudge against you, so why bother to kill you?"

The face of Fuxin was shining with golden light, and was as solemn as the Buddha statue in the temple:

"The little monk wants to make a bet with the old donor."

"bet?"

An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly, and he became a little interested:

"Tell me, look."

"Although my Longxiang Dharma Temple inheritance is not as good as the Huangjue Temple and the Six Prisons Demon Sect, it is also a bit unique."

Huiguo smiled slightly and said:

"The little monk has been practicing for 60 years, and his martial arts skills are not satisfactory, and he is not even more successful than those of them, but he is only somewhat confident in this body of training his muscles and bones..."

As he spoke, a layer of golden light spread around him, and the moon-white monk's robe was flying, which was quite like a Taoist monk.

"Do you want to see, how many moves can I break your horizontal training golden body?"

An Qisheng's eyes narrowed, as if he had remembered something.

"......... The old donor was joking, how could the little monk be so arrogant?"
To be continued...