Before Gong Yang Yan climbed cross-legged in the carriage, holding the reins in one hand, and casually grasping the direction, he couldn't help but think about the skills he learned from his own door master.

As his sect leader showed his strength beyond imagination again and again, he also valued this technique more and more, and he never thought about it and practiced it for a moment.

Like him, there is also the rabbit eight who holds Cai Xiaobai.

However, this technique is extremely complex, even if they have a foundation, they will not be particularly quick to practice.

Of course, this speed is compared to An Qisheng who is half-closed in the chariot, who seems to be sleeping but not sleeping.

"call!"

"suck!"

In the chariot, fragrances circling like dragons, and An Qi reborn and return to the darkness.

Look inward and reflect on oneself.

With the counter-compensation from various incarnations, his own soul has recovered, and it is even stronger than it was in its prime.

But the real gains are still settled in his heart.

The Taoist aggregates and messages conveyed by various incarnations are mostly searching for the Taoist scriptures from this world, but most of them are self-realization.

The self-realization of the owner's incarnation of all cognitive memory is of particular significance to An Qisheng sorting out his own system.

At the same time, all kinds of messages also rose and fall in his heart, either turning into foundation precipitation, or floating into thoughts, arousing more sparks of thinking.

"Five colors appear, the heaven and earth collapse. The stars move and land sink, and seven days are the same as the sky..."

I don’t know how long it took, maybe a few days, or a few months, before An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes.

"The Master..."

Gong Yang Yan woke up in shock, but seemed not to hear An Qisheng's self-talking voice. He looked down for a long time before saying:
Chapter completed!