Huhu~

The breeze blew past, and the wheat waves rolled over the thousands of miles of spiritual fields.

Thousands of farmers walk among the ravines, carefully tending the spiritual fields.

The sky and the earth are vast, but under one day, the four seasons coexist. The Tianding Kingdom is only in the middle of winter, but the Scarlet Flame Dynasty, separated by 800,000 miles, is hot in summer.

In a thatched hut in the middle of the spiritual field, Lan Narcissus slowly opened her eyes and walked out the door.

Not far away, Mo Baobao was reprimanding the outer disciples who managed this spiritual field.

"You have nothing to do every day, people work hard to cultivate spiritual fields, and you still have the face to whip others?"

Mo Baobao pinched his waist and cursed.

In front of him, a large group of disciples shivered and did not dare to argue.

After losing the Golden Mountain of Sumeru, it was because Mo Baobao had a special status or was banished from the mountain gate, and together with Lan Shuixian, he inspected many spiritual fields among the thirteen great dynasties in charge of Taiyimen.

"Senior Brother Mo, you really wronged us!"

A disciple of Taiyi Clan repeatedly complained: "The pariah destroyed a spiritual seedling. If I don't punish me, how can I convince the public?"

"Destroy the spiritual seedling? The tenacity of the spiritual seedling is better than that of ordinary swords and spears. Even the spiritual grass in the field needs special instruments to deal with. Where did they come from to destroy the spiritual seedling?"

Mo Baobao sneered: "I heard that you disciples guarding the spiritual field deliberately destroyed the spiritual seedlings, filled their own pockets, and pushed them onto these mortals?"

Mo Baobao coldly swept over a group of outer disciples: "If you are discovered by me, you will all die! Get out now!"

A group of outer sect disciples were urinating and didn't dare to stop.

"Baby."

Lan Narcissus looked at thousands of miles of spiritual fields, and the scent of spiritual sprouts filled her nose and mouth: "If the water is clear, there will be no fish, so there is no need to be too harsh, as long as they don't wantonly whip these farmers, the rest don't need to be Too real."

"How about that?"

Mo Baobao was not convinced: "These spiritual fields are related to tens of thousands of disciples of my own family, how can they be fooled?"

"Spiritual fields are like Baoshan, and those who guard Baoshan will inevitably shake their minds. The first evil can be killed, but not everyone can be killed."

Lan Narcissus took a deep breath, her whole body was clear:

"Some people do not want to touch the interests of the sect, but once they join Lingtian, they have to do it. It seems like a trivial matter, but it cannot be rushed.

You can kill, but not indiscriminately. "

Since the battle of Tianjiao City that day, he did not choose to retreat in the mountains, but chose to be born, and traveled the world on the grounds of his duty to inspect the Lingtian.

"Forget it, senior brother, take care of it yourself."

Mo Baobao shook his head and was too lazy to pay attention to it. He was impatient to manage these things, and he would not be too lazy to pay attention to it if he hadn't seen the disciple whipping a farmer.

"You are not too young, you need to meditate."

Blue Narcissus glanced at Baby Mo.

Mo Baobao's aptitude is absolutely top-notch. The treasures he has acquired in the five years of his mother's womb have surpassed what many people have seen in their entire lives.

Just because his father was afraid that he would be too smooth, he banned his bloodline, otherwise, at this time, he was only afraid that his realm was still above his own.

"Brother Lan, you still told me, have you calmed down yourself?"

Baby Mo rolled his eyes.

He knew that Lan Shuixian had been a little flustered since the battle of the Zhuwangtai in Tianjiao City. In his father's words, he was captured.

Lan Shuixian was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "What you said is not wrong, my heart is indeed still not quiet."

"Senior Brother Lan, I didn't do it on purpose."

Mo Baobao felt a little regretful as soon as he said it, and hurriedly persuaded him.

Before Lan Narcissus spoke, he heard a loud noise from above the sky.

Boom!

It seemed that thousands of thunderbolts exploded at the same time, and the mighty airflow swept across the sky for thousands of miles.

The gust of wind roared, and the earth flew sand and rocks. The formation above the spiritual field was instantly activated, colliding with the surging energy.

Clouds of shock burst forth.

"This is......"

Lan Narcissus looked at the sky from afar, her eyes narrowed slightly: "Heaven Patching Tactics?"

Baby Mo was also taken aback.

Looking up, I saw that when the heavy clouds and waves exploded, a figure ripped out of the void and shuttled through the world at high speed.

Wherever he passed, the void trembled wildly, the air waves were like tides, and the sound waves were like thunder, which could be heard for thousands of miles.

He had also seen a similar scene. It was the battle in which the Taoist Yuanyang suppressed Gan Shishi during the first battle in Tianjiao City.

"Smash the vacuum!"

Mo Baobao was stunned, it turned out to be a great power that shatters the vacuum!

Who was it that was able to escape the embarrassment of a vacuum-shattering powerhouse?

But in the next instant, when a torrent of starlight rolled across the sky and covered the sky, a roar echoed his doubts.

It was an extremely angry cry:

"Yuanyang Taoist!"

boom!

The starlight broke through the sky, leaving a vacuum channel above the sky that could not be bridged for a long time.

When the voice was shaking.

A figure stepped forward from a distance. The person was covered in starlight, and the steps were as sacred as the ancients. The blood was vast. Between the steps, it was like the rolling of stars, and the breath was amazing.

"Yuanyang Taoist!"

Lan Narcissus, Mo Baobao, and even many Taiyi disciples in the entire spiritual field were all shocked.

Looking at the figure stepping in the sky, his expression was terrifying.

The battle of Tianjiao City was only a hundred days apart, and this one actually took action again. Did he want to suppress another headmaster-level existence?

"Blue Narcissus?"

Above the sky, An Qisheng walked past without haste, and with a glance, he saw Lan Shuixian and the others in the spiritual field.

However, he did not stop, and he continued to pursue without rushing.

"Yuanyang Taoist!"

In the ripples in the void like waves, Zhang Wuji coughed up blood and fled, his face was extremely ugly:

"A hundred years of practice, so tyrannical?"

Feeling the sky-like aura behind him, Zhang Wuji gritted his teeth slightly.

In that battle, he who lost the first move, was drowned by the great array of magical powers formed by the twenty-four caves, and he undoubtedly suffered a big loss.

An Qisheng did not hide his purpose, Zhang Wuji naturally knew his purpose, but whether he wanted to or not, he could only follow An Qisheng's will.

In this way, there is still a chance of life, otherwise, I am afraid that when I arrive in Dongzhou, I will be saddened.

He clearly knew the enemy's purpose, but he had to flee, he had to retreat!

......

To the northwest of Tianding is 1.2 million miles, and there is a Yangtze River coming from the west.

The river is surging like a galloping dragon, and it flows to the East China Sea. It crosses various countries on the way, irrigates countless fields on both sides of the strait, and feeds countless people.

On the left side of the river, there is a place where mountains and ridges are intertwined.

Form a huge land of dragons.

The big river flows from the front of the mountain, straight like a dragon bowing its head to drink water.

But if you look closely, you can see that this is not a mountain range, but a heroic city.

This city is towering, with mountains as its skeleton, the earth as its foundation, and thousands of spiritual plants and vegetation as its ornament.

It seems that there is no artificial trace, and it is natural.

It is like a mountain city, where the voices are full of people, and the guards are strictly outside. There are countless soldiers guarding this city. All of them are powerful, and they are all practitioners.

The city was full of people, people came and went, and many shops were in an orderly manner, but there was no ordinary person in the real sense.

This city, named 'Baiyujing', is the 'immortal city' in the eyes of countless mortals around it, and it is also the most prestigious 'fang city' in Dongzhou.

Over the past 100,000 years, it has gradually become a gathering place for many scattered cultivators, large and small sects, and is one of the fourteen extremely famous 'square markets' in Zhongzhou.

In addition to this 'Bai Yujing', the other thirteen 'square markets' belong to the ten major sects and the three holy places.

Although the 'Bai Yujing' is not as large as the thirteen 'Fang Market', but because it does not belong to the top ten sects, the three holy places, it has attracted countless scattered cultivators, and the cultivators of large and small sects gathered here.

Faintly, there are signs of covering the thirteen 'square markets'.

What makes many people strange is that even so, there is no suppression from the Sect Holy Land, it seems that there is another big force behind this city.

"Bai Yujing, it's finally here."

The river was surging down, and a huge boat docked on the river bank. The group stepped off the boat and looked at the huge city like mountains and rivers.

"It is said that Tianjiao City is the first city in Dongzhou, but it is just a city for mortals. Compared with Baiyujing, it is far inferior."

A giant city that stretches for thousands and tens of thousands of miles into a giant city, how spectacular, thousands of feet away, a vast and vast aura is already oncoming.

A group of little cultivators were amazed, yearning, and reverent, and headed towards Bai Yujing.

Huhu~

The airflow is strong, and the wind blows the clouds away.

Sect Master Ling Tian stood on the city wall with his hands behind his back, looking at the prosperous scene inside and outside the city, he said lightly: "Mutian Pavilion is a great skill, but my Ling Tian Sect's Fangshi is far inferior."

Hundreds of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers turned into cities, this is naturally not a great means.

The square market of the sacred places of the various sects is more magnificent, huge, and earlier than this, but there is still a vague "Bai Yujing" that has been established for only tens of thousands of years.

"The Holy Land holds the power, and the sects rule the countries, but why would they care about these petty profits?"

A handsome young man in white, standing barefoot at the top of the city, responded lightly:

"The sect master is here, shouldn't he want to compete with me for profit?"

"Of course not."

Sect Master Ling Tian looked back at the boy in white, his eyes condensed: "Could it be that the pavilion master doesn't know what I'm here for?"

"The real person is here, why guess?"

The young man in white smiled lightly: "I know the intention of the Sect Master, but this matter is no longer possible. It may be possible to kill a strong headmaster, but the gain is not worth the loss."

Sect Master Ling Tian narrowed his eyes slightly: "Isn't eleven Fenghou Lingbao not enough?"

"As far as I know, the Yuanyang Taoist has fourteen pieces of Fenghou Lingbao in his hands. It seems that the sect master has already pocketed the three pieces of his own?"

The boy in white gave a dumb smile, not paying attention to the gaze of Sect Master Ling Tian, ​​just shook his head:

"If that's the case, why should I cooperate with you at the Heaven Patching Pavilion?"

Sect Master Ling Tian stared at the boy in white for a long time before he said, "Fourteen pieces of Fenghou Lingbao belong to you, I will go out of the cave, three million vacuum pills each, broken cave in ten directions, three fire gold vines, six or two dragon blood soil... …”

Sect Master Ling Tian promised.

One by one was enough to shock countless cultivators, and the words of greed came out of his mouth, but they did not cause any fluctuations on the face of the white-robed boy.

"not enough."

It wasn't until Sect Master Ling Tian closed his mouth that the young man in white shook his head: "Besides, I want three or two 'Bodhi leaves', and you have to take action together!"

"Bodhi leaves?"

Ling Tian Sect Master's face shuddered, his eyes sank: "So, I want to retrieve the three Fenghou Lingbao belonging to my Ling Tian Sect!"

Bodhi leaves are the leaves on the 'Bodhi tree' of the longevity spiritual root. With the disappearance of the longevity spiritual root, the bodhi leaves between heaven and earth are ten times rarer than Fenghou Lingbao.

The value is high enough to make the headmasters of the ten major sects and the holy masters of the three holy places feel pain.

"make a deal!"

The white-clothed boy's eyes lit up, and he agreed with his mouth. It seems that these three or two 'Bodhi leaves' are more precious than the three Fenghou Lingbao!

"So, Brother Lin Dao, come out too!"

Sect Master Ling Tian's expression was indifferent, but his eyes swept away and landed in the clouds somewhere in the sky.

"Haha, but I can't hide it from Daoist brother."

With an old laugh.

An old man with a tall figure and a majestic mountain has already landed on the top of the city, his beard and hair are all white, and his eyes are like fire.

The breath is powerful and majestic~lightnovelpub.net~ The main product of the pavilion sells two, but it makes a lot of money. "

The old man shook his head slightly, but his smile suddenly subsided, and said indifferently: "Hopefully, at this price, Butian Pavilion can save the sect master of this sect!"

"That's natural."

The eyes of the master of the Butian Pavilion were faint: "The two of you are so generous, I will not disappoint the two of you. To be honest, for this person, I have invited two great masters from Zhongzhou and Longzhou, and they will definitely be able to kill... ..."

Boom!

Before the voice of Pavilion Master Butian fell, the expressions of the three of them moved in unison as they raised their eyebrows and looked into the distance.

I saw thousands of miles of clouds burst into pieces, and the mighty starlight rolled in like a river of heaven.

A figure came through the sky, blood was scattered for thousands of miles, and the distance was thousands of miles away, and a short, urgent cry for help was already issued:

"Senior brother, save me!"