"Immortality, immortality, eternal immortality, the desires of practitioners are far beyond the imagination of ordinary people."

An Qisheng took a quick note, and a ray of fire rose from his fingertips and sank into the Bagua furnace with the wind.

With a scream, he spoke without rushing:

"Whether you don't want it or be afraid, now and now, your life and death are all in my hands."

His eyes were plain and his expression was not fluctuating.

But it seemed to be stagnant on the cloud boat.

Wei Shaoyou, who was so arrogant that he dared not breathe, moved quietly and approached Sa Wuling.

"Fellow Taoist An Zhen, I am a big monk!"

Monk Dakong clasped his hands together, and his half-shattered golden body shone with bright golden light:

"Your disciple hurt me so far, and he himself was not hurt. It is inevitable that the emperor's ten evil spirits will be born. Even if the King of the Nether Palace is reborn, it cannot be stopped. It is only three hundred years early to break the seal in advance!

I have already admitted that I am defeated, why should I be aggressive with fellow Taoists?"

“Aggressive?”

An Qisheng's eyes shifted and fell on the monk:

“So what?”

"you!"

Monk Dakong's words stagnated, and he felt angry, but he did not dare to attack, and his face turned red for a moment.

An Qisheng looked plain, not caring about Monk Dakong's anger at all, and asked lightly:

"I heard that although Zheyu Temple originated from the Tathagata Courtyard, it has changed a lot over the past two thousand years. The evolution of the Destruction God Fist is like the Nine Seals, and even the domineering places are even more powerful?"

“So what?”

Monk Dakong noticed An Qisheng's attitude and knew that it would be difficult to be kind this time. His tone was no longer scruples, and he was extremely cold and hard.

"We practitioners do not judge the outcome by words, but only distinguish between superior powers! I have learned about the Nine Seals of Tathagata, and at this time I can see the divine fist of the Zheyu Temple."

An Qisheng sat cross-legged like a mountain, his aura was as deep as a starry sea, and his eyes were even more reflected by mountains and rivers:

"What does the great monk think?"

"Um?"

Monk Dakong was stunned at first, then sneered:

"It was originally seen that you founded the Tai Chi Taoist temple, promoted new methods, wiped out the demon atmosphere, stabilized the mountains, rivers, and gathered the city gods in the world. You still regarded you as a character, but you didn't want to be just a villain who took advantage of others' dangers!

In this way, if you want to kill, why make any excuses?"

Not to mention that his golden body is half broken, his injuries are not light, and he cannot be cured easily. Even if he is unharmed, how could he be able to defeat this Tai Chi Taoist who even killed the "ad" magic body?

Therefore, even though he knew he would die, he let go of all the fear in his heart.

"Whether you are a villain or a gentleman, your so-called view is meaningless to me. However, since you are injured, I don't want to deceive you..."

An Qisheng said, slowly lifting his palm:

"So....."

With a "click" sound, his ring finger suddenly fell off.

In front of everyone, he was just a rolling man who had all his limbs and had distinct facial features!

Even the body surface also has clothes manifestation.

Huh ~

The wind whistled, and the little man rose in the wind, and in an instant, it turned into a height of seven feet.

"Um?"

The eyes of Taoist Tianji condensed.

I saw the person transformed by his fingers, more than seven feet tall, wearing a Taoist crown on his head and a white Taoist robe. His face was plain, his eyes were deep, and his momentum was as majestic as a mountain.

It was another Anqisheng!

"This is......."

The magic fan in Sa Wuling's hand stagnated slightly, and his eyes shook: "Blood drops and rebirth?"

Blood rebirth is not a simple spell or magical power.

But another self in the true sense, that is, the cultivation of energy and spirit has reached an extremely high level, and every inch of skin and every drop of blood contains all of your own information, the self-wisdom light.

Once this method is completed, even if it is completely killed by someone, even if there is still a drop of blood left in the world, it will gradually grow and become yourself again!

"Hmm? What kind of magical power is this?"

Monk Dakong was shocked. With his cultivation vision, he could see the mystery.

In a sense, this finger is another Anqisheng!

From the face, body, long hair, clothes, and breath, they are all exactly the same, without any difference!

There are too many ways to incarnate in the world, but incarnation is incarnation, and it is definitely not another self, and it is impossible to grow into another self!

But at this moment, if he hadn't watched the finger turn into a human form, he wouldn't have been able to tell who would be the real An Qisheng in front of him!

An Qisheng's hands fell on his knees and raised his eyebrows lightly:

"Just just one finger, if you lose, you will die.
Chapter completed!