相隔十多丈，却好似咫尺之间。

Sa Wuling subconsciously took a step back, feeling a booming sound in his head.

The sound of the dragon's roar contained an indescribable terrifying power, making him suspect that he would be震死 (zhèn sǐ) on the spot in the next moment.

"This is... the Great Qing's Qi Luck Divine Dragon..."

Yan Xiake staggered and fell to the ground, but seemed unaware, his eyes fixed on the Qi Luck Divine Dragon that rose from the ruins, standing like a sacred mountain between heaven and earth.

All spirits have Qi, which gathers into luck: family luck, land luck, national luck.

Only after thousands of years of dynasties, the condensation of hundreds of millions of people's Qi, and the direction of people's hearts, can such a Qi Luck Divine Dragon be born.

But at this time, the Qi Luck Divine Dragon, which should have been crimson gold, was surrounded by a dark black, as if it had been dyed into a black dragon.

Scales, horns, claws, teeth, and whiskers were all surrounded by black Qi.

At first glance, there was no sense of sanctity at all, but instead, it aroused feelings of disgust and fear from the heart.

Roar~

Roar~~~

The ink-black dragon danced in the sky, emitting a series of angry roars that ordinary people could not hear.

If it weren't for the countless chains that stretched out from the void, tightly imprisoning its body, dragon claws, and even its dragon head and horns, around the Qi Luck Divine Dragon,

Yan Xiake would have suspected that it would break free and devour people.

This is a demon dragon!

"The Great Qing is dead..."

A touch of sadness rose in Yan Xiake's heart.

The dynasty that his ancestors, himself, had lived for was coming to an end, how could he not have a trace of emotion in his heart.

"Real Person An, do you mean that the Heavenly Intent old thief refines pills in order to pollute the Qi Luck Divine Dragon?"

Yan Xiake couldn't help but ask.

His eyes were still fixed on that ferocious and terrifying Qi Luck Divine Dragon.

The countless chains around it kept shaking, and no matter how the ink dragon struggled, it could not break free.

Because, those chains were themselves one with the Qi Luck Divine Dragon.

You can break free from external restraints, but how can you get rid of the restraints from the inside out?

He knew that the chains were the means of this Real Person An.

"One general's incompetence exhausts the three armies, let alone the king of a country?"

Listening to the roaring of the dragon, An Qisheng's eyes were indifferent:

"Qi Luck Divine Power naturally has no ability to attack, but if it were in its prime, the Heavenly Intent Daoist would not easily provoke it. The old emperor's昏聩 (hūn kuì) has long existed, and without Heavenly Intent, this day would have come sooner or later."

Heavenly Intent has to take half of the blame for this, but the other half still has to be borne by the emperors, generals, and ministers of the Great Qing.

If the national fortune is flourishing, combined with the Yin Si City Gods, all the demons and monsters will retreat.

The backhand left by that You Ming Prefecture Lord had to be said to be extremely powerful, but it could not withstand the changes in people's hearts.

When people's hearts are disordered, flaws arise.

The evil pills refined by the Heavenly Intent Daoist, taking the souls of infants, the blood of youths, and the marrow of young adults, were themselves used to contaminate this Qi Luck Divine Dragon, so as to transform it into his own use.

Use what people's hearts hate to break what people's hearts want.

It has the same goal as An Qisheng's method of breaking what people's hearts hate with what people's hearts want, but through different means.

In fact, his method of taking the lights of ten thousand homes to bind the Qi Luck Divine Dragon, so that the Heavenly Intent Daoist could not borrow the power of the Qi Luck Divine Dragon, was also found in the Heavenly Intent Daoist's spiritual brand.

If not, with the Heavenly Intent Daoist having the blessing of the Qi Luck Divine Dragon, and himself being repelled, this battle would be much more difficult than before.

"Teacher, what is the effect of this dragon being dyed black?"

Sa Wuling poked his ears and asked loudly.

Although this dragon's roar could only be heard by the mind, he still subconsciously raised his voice.

"The Qi Luck Divine Dragon is the gathering of the Qi of the people, the direction of people's hearts... If it turns black, the hearts of the world, hundreds of millions of people, will also be polluted..."

Yan Xiake's heart became heavier and heavier, and the ghost fire in his shattered half of his eye socket stared at An Qisheng:

"Real Person An, am I right?"

"This thing can pollute the hearts of the world?"

Sa Wuling felt a little creeped out.

If everyone in the world became as ferocious and terrifying as this ink dragon, which is disgusting, then the world would be in chaos, the end of the world?

"Half right."

An Qisheng nodded slightly:

"Where people's hearts are, good becomes luck, and evil becomes evil. The so-called妖孽 (yāo niè) must appear when a country is about to perish is just that people's hearts are contaminated by luck. At that time, it is naturally a paradise for demons, ghosts, and monsters."

"However, this is not the purpose of the Heavenly Intent Daoist. He has no intention of屠戮 (tú lù) the world or destroying the world... He did not hesitate to use his own flesh and Yuanshen as the main material for refining pills, bit by bit feeding it to the old emperor,

Why would he want to屠戮 (tú lù) the world and destroy the world?"

At the end, An Qisheng paused and looked at the ferocious ink dragon:

"Heavenly Intent, or rather, Tian Xie Zi, am I right?!"

A ripple flashed in his eyes.

The world in front of him peeled away in his sight, endless brilliance and luck flashed out, the lights of ten thousand homes, the dragon Qi of the country, the essence of heaven and earth, and the Qi of various machines such as Buddhism, Taoism, demons, ghosts, and evils were peeled off.

Faintly visible in the body of the ink dragon was a dark ink-like, evil spirit that would make ordinary people crazy if they looked at it.

Tianyi, regardless of good or evil, is undoubtedly a杰 (jié) of his time. Few people in the Imperial Heaven Realm know that he has ten incarnations, and they only think that this is his greatest secret.

No one knows that his greatest secret is in this Qi Luck Divine Dragon.

This Tian Xie Zi is extremely ruthless to himself. The evil pills he refines contain the souls of infants, the blood of youths, and the髓 (suí) of young adults. However, these are all auxiliary. The main material he actually uses for refining pills

Is his本体 (běn tǐ), 本尊 (běn zūn)!

He, before and after, spent a hundred years cutting his 本尊 (běn zūn) into pieces, bit by bit, feeding it to the old emperor.

He forcibly used this method to contaminate the Qi Luck Divine Dragon, which was transformed from the Great Qing's thousand-year national fortune, into his own incarnation!

He was only one step away from success.

"What? Heaven, Heavenly Intent?"

"Heavenly Intent?!"

Yan Xiake and Sa Wuling were both shocked.

Roar~~~

The ink dragon's angry roar in the sky came to an abrupt end.

The huge dragon head suddenly垂 (chuí) down, and the chaotic madness in the scarlet eyes receded, revealing a trace of humanized shock and anger:

"Who exactly are you? How could you know so clearly?!"

The ink dragon, or rather the Heavenly Intent Daoist, was shocked in his heart, and all kinds of emotions surged up at once.

There was震怒 (zhèn nù), suspicion,忌惮 (jì dàn), and a trace of fear that he himself could not detect.

"My name is An Qisheng, and I am considered half a Taoist."

An Qisheng stood with his hands behind his back, responding faintly.

He stood tall, not too tall or too short, but compared to the enormity of the ink dragon, he was undoubtedly extremely small, but at this time, in the eyes of Sa Wuling and Yan Xiake, he was as tall as a mountain, and his aura was as vast as the穹天 (qióng tiān) star sea.

Boundless.

Although he was speaking from below, he had a strange illusion of condescendingly looking down on the ink dragon.

"An Qisheng, An Qisheng..."

The ink dragon's long beard fluttered, and his voice was extremely cold, as if a cold current was刮 (guā) from the vault of heaven:

"You're lying to me! Which immortal old monster are you reincarnated from in ancient times? Yunhua Daoist? Cangqing Monster Kui? Gui Dao Ren? Or... You Ming Prefecture Lord?!"

Rumble!

This roar exploded with a substantial sonic boom in the air, and the浩浩荡荡 (hào hào dàng dàng) ripples instantly spread to the entire imperial city, and even the entire Qingdu city.

The earth shook and the mountains swayed!

The imperial city shook violently for a while, and I don't know how many people staggered and fell to the ground,发出 (fā chū) a frightened and terrified groan:

Again!

The Heavenly Intent Sect Daoist who was kneeling in the distance, and the Imperial Guard soldiers who had not yet gone far, all trembled when they heard this explosion, and subconsciously threw themselves on the ground.

Heavenly Intent Daoist was shocked and angry.

He never believed that there was anything that came out of nowhere in this world.

In just a few years, he could have such strength. If it wasn't for the reincarnation of an ancient power, he would never believe it!

Whirring~

With the ink dragon's roar.

The chains that stretched out from the depths of the void trembled frantically,发出 (fā chū) bursts of groans as if they were about to break.

Causing Yan Xiake and Sa Wuling's hearts to jump wildly, they couldn't help but worry.

Involuntarily, the two glanced at An Qisheng's back, and for some reason, their hearts settled down.

"Do people have to have an amazing background to be convincing?"

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

The people of the Imperial Heaven Realm are superstitious about their previous lives. Whenever a master comes out of nowhere, they will guess what old monster his previous life was. The You Ming Prefecture Lord of that year seemed to have been guessed by many people.

"I am connected to the national fortune of the Great Qing, and I am connected to the hearts of the people. Killing me is like destroying the world, like slaughtering the world. No matter what immortal old monster you are, you can't bear such罪孽 (zuì niè)!"

Tian Xie Zi shouted coldly.

Unlike the calmness of the Heavenly Intent Daoist, under the scouring of hundreds of millions of people's thoughts, he was more狂 (kuáng), and more偏执 (piān zhí).

"Killing you won't be very difficult..."

Saying that, An Qisheng slowly raised his foot, about to step down.

"Stop!"

The ink dragon roared, and the sharp hissing sound that seemed to be issued by thousands of people at the same time poured down,冲击 (chōng jī) An Qisheng's heart sea.

An Qisheng's body swayed slightly, and a hint of appreciation appeared in his eyes:

"Integrating the杂念 (zá niàn) of tens of thousands of people to create divine powers is not bad, not bad."

Before he finished speaking, the foot he raised had already stepped on the ground.

Rumble!

It was as if the ground had sunk!

With this step, visible ripples spread in all directions, crashing like a tide towards the distance. The huge imperial city was almost overturned by his step.

And the countless soil, rocks, and gravel on the ruins in front of him were instantly shattered into tiny particles that were invisible to the naked eye.

A gust of wind blew, revealing the dense scarlet runes beneath.

Buzz~

As the runes saw the light of day, palaces, pavilions, rockeries, and even every inch of stone slab in the imperial city burst out with a strange black and red light.

Beams of light shot up into the sky, and between the vertical and horizontal interweaving, they turned into a huge formation that enveloped the entire imperial city!

Kacha, Kacha~

But accompanied by the collapse of rockeries in the imperial palace, the shattering of stone slabs, and the collapse of palaces.

In the screams of countless palace maids, eunuchs, concubines, and princes in the imperial palace.

The great formation that had just been raised had already shattered.

"No!!!"

Accompanied by a roar of extreme unwillingness.

The countless chains that stretched out from the void suddenly震 (zhèn), as if they had been blessed with infinite power, and in the ink dragon's frantic struggle, they forcibly dragged it into the void.