Climb high and look far.

A group of people crossed the sea of ​​​​clouds and climbed to the top of the skyscraper. From then on, looking down, they only felt that the tall buildings above the earth were like gravel, and the city was like an ant nest.

The billowing essence filled the end of the sky as far as the eye could see.

"Tianshu City is the most prosperous place in our dynasty and even in the world. It is said that before ancient times, there was a great power who died here and nourished the earth..."

The luxuriously dressed nobleman chuckled lightly with his hands behind his back, looked at the casually dressed young man not far away, and said:

"What do you think, Master Ninety-Three?"

The noble son's name is Mo Yue, and his father is the forty-third son of the Emperor Dayong, who stands out because of his excellent talent.

"hehe."

Mo Yin replied with a faint smile, ignoring the grandson in name, looking at Tianshu City through the sea of ​​clouds.

Tianshu City is the imperial capital of the Yong Dynasty, and it is the place that people all over the world yearn for.

The size of the land it occupies can hardly be described as a 'city'. According to him, some of the smaller vassal states are not as big as this city.

The city wall built by the 'Dragon Blood Stone' spreads from east to west, endless north and south, and the semicircle is not round, which is extremely strange.

Looking down from this extremely high point, I can only feel that the city wall is surrounded by dragons and snakes, spanning the heavens and the earth, majestic and inconceivable.

In terms of a single imposing manner, compared with the mountains of the outer gates of the Xuandu Sect, it is still better than that of the Xuandu Sect, but the Xuandu Sect has nine nine outer gates and three three true legends.

For example, the outer gate where he was before, the Xuandu Sect, has as many as ninety-nine.

"At first glance, the momentum is extraordinary, but in fact it is self-proclaimed, which is ridiculous."

"ridiculous?"

Mo Yue frowned slightly, looking at the young man who was sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, lying on the cow stone, his eyes flashed: "Brother Yan, what do you mean by this?"

This young man, he recognized.

It is the Taoist soldier of the nominal 'Ninety-three Lord', Yan Changsha.

The reason why I remembered it was because this soldier was a mess of ferocity.

Since Xuanduzong came to Tianshu City all the way, I don't know how many cultivators have been killed, and there are even masters from major sects.

"All laws come from one 'movement', the way of practice, we must adhere to one subtlety, cross all rivers, and explore the world. Tianshu City is the dragon head of a country. It has the tendency of hundreds of rivers to return to the sea, but it has cast a city wall to isolate it. , Isn't it funny to do this?"

Yan Changsha's eyes were like electricity, and Mo Yue's complexion changed slightly. He was about to speak when he was interrupted:

"It's just a wall, what's the point?"

There are peerless great formations in Tianshu City, which is not a secret. In fact, similar cities are also found in various vassal states.

In his view, it was unnecessary.

The city wall can't stop the existence it wants to resist, but it blocks some people who want to come in from the city wall.

For example, Mo Yin at this time.

"After 800,000 years, so far, Tianshu City is almost saturated and can't hold other people."

Glancing at Mo Yin, Mo Yue persuaded:

"The world is vast, endless, and there is a better place than Tianshu City. Why don't you think about it, Master Ninety-Three?"

Moine didn't respond.

Mo Yue said again: "My father promised that as long as you agree to leave, you can choose one of the 84,000 vassal states in Dayong."

"Hehehe, so eager to eradicate dissidents, brothers are against the wall..."

Mo Yin seemed to be touched, and a sneer flashed across his angular face: "It seems that Mo Tianqing is really dying."

After leaving the Xuandu Sect, he returned home immediately, however, it was a step too late.

Those people not only bribed the elders of the Xuandu Sect to want to harm them, but also killed their 'mother'.

Perhaps, in their view, it was just a mere Taoist soldier, but to him, it was his only relative.

Raising the mother who grew up alone!

"Bold, you dare to call the emperor's name directly!"

Before Mo Yue opened his mouth, the people behind him had already changed color: "This is a death penalty, please die if you don't kneel down!"

The crowd was excited and even more murderous, and locked Mo Yin and the two.

"I heard that the Dayong royal family has the inheritance of God, and the emperors of all dynasties can pass on the merits to future generations. After 800,000 years, once he succeeds the emperor, he can cross five or even six kalpas..."

Yan Changsha swept over the crowd indifferently, thoughtfully:

"That's not the end of life, could it be that someone assassinated the king?"

Dayong was the first dynasty of the Endless Continent, with endless luck gatherings. Although the lifespan of the gods of all dynasties was not long, they were counted in ten thousand years or even one hundred thousand years.

When this person was in the dynasty, it seemed that he had not succeeded for a few years...

"It seems that you refuse."

Mo Yue didn't answer, just sighed, not without regret:

"It's a pity you are the best seed of heaven and earth!"

hum~~~

As his voice landed, the towering Motian Peak suddenly trembled.

Streams of light shot up from the earth, like thousands of long dragons running through the sea of ​​​​clouds, intertwined with each other.

In an instant, the void seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and it began to stretch and stretch at the extreme speed that the naked eye couldn't keep up with...

In the blink of an eye, the space inside and outside of this Sky Peak has become more than ten times larger, and it is constantly expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the folds of the void, shadows flashed out, shadowing each other and covering the sky, the invisible air waves rolled down, and the directly pressing skyscrapers trembled.

"The handwriting is not small..."

In an instant, the world changed drastically, but Yan Changsha seemed to be interested, raising his eyebrows and looking at the sky lightly.

If the stars are falling from the sky, the nine shadows show their original colors in the heart-pounding fluctuations.

It looks like a floating continent, a celestial body free from the shackles of the sea of ​​stars, but it is more like a terrifying battleship that has experienced **** killings!

Mo Yin's icy eyes fluctuated slightly: "Da Yong Doufatai!"

The Dayong Dynasty was able to occupy the most prosperous place in the Endless Continent, and naturally it could not be just by virtue of the favor of God.

It can stand out from the hundreds of millions of hidden dragons, and naturally it has its own horror that cannot be ignored.

Ordinary sects and even Taoist holy places like Xuandu sect have endless changes in their cultivation methods, but they still rely on their own caves and heavens.

Raising Taoist soldiers, refining magical powers, surviving disasters...

It is still self-contained behind closed doors.

However, the Great Yong Dynasty was not like that.

The root of his practice lies only in the 'Doufa Sacred Mountain' that came from the Great Ancestor of Great Yong 800,000 years ago!

For 800,000 years, from the emperors and nobles of successive dynasties, down to the soldiers of the army, they all used this as a 'seed', and together they cultivated this 'Sacred Mountain of Refinement'.

Among them, the strong will be based on the "refinement table", and cultivate a "refinement table" that can be moved freely, but can also bless the "refinement mountain"!

And to cultivate a 'dharma-refining platform', at least one must survive the tyrannical existence of three thunder tribulations.

Because there is no Dongtian Mountain Gate that belongs to him alone, the life expectancy of the monks of the Dayong lineage is far from comparable to that of the orthodox monks.

But also because of the "Sacred Mountain of Refinement", the power of fighting is extremely strong. Before the Five Tribulations, even if it was compared to the true disciples of the Xuandu Sect, it was only inferior.

What is especially terrifying is that all the training platforms come from the same source, and they will support each other, and the combat power of groups of three or five will be multiplied!

If it becomes a massacre, even high-level cultivators will be dismayed by it.

"Da Yong can survive to this day, but it is not useless."

Yan Changsha's eyes brightened slightly.

It's not that Mo Yin's cheap old man left nothing behind. The refining method of fighting Fa and Dao soldiers is in his soul.

Mo Yin understands, and he naturally understands.

It's really no small matter to see it.

From this point of view, the Great Ancestor of Great Yong is not ordinary, and this method has great potential.

To support one person with Jingzhao cultivator, even if their aptitude is average, the condensed seeds of heaven and earth are also average, and if they are entrusted to one person, they are far more than any genius of the same rank.

If his younger generation is a prodigy for a day, he may not be able to get rid of the fate of the chess piece.

It is a pity that such a great avenue that should have opened its doors wide and accepted the world's talents has been closed by future generations themselves.

Although this does not have the possibility of overwhelming guests, it also greatly reduces the height that can be achieved.

"Moin!"

The grand and majestic voice flowed down from the sky, as if it could freeze the void of the sky and the earth: "Can you escape the pursuit of Xuandu's outer gate for a hundred years, do you think you can run amok in the world?"

"Don't kill!"

Mo Yin's eyes turned cold, and he sneered: "You finally showed up!"

Mo Lu, the forty-three sons of Mo Tianqing, the emperor of the Great Yong Dynasty, stood out from the hundred sons because of his excellent talent, and he was the prince who had the most hope of becoming a prince.

His mother family is a big family in the army. He joined the army since he was a child and has a cold personality. He has always acted unscrupulously and without taboos~lightnovelpub.net~ is also one of the purposes of his coming to Tianshu City!

"interesting."

The middle-aged man wearing a red python robe and a purple-gold crown looked down on the training platform made of pure gold, as if he was sneering:

"Want to kill me? Is it based on your hundred years of cultivation, or is it the rhetoric behind you?"

"As soon as I entered the system, I really forgot how many kilograms I have..."

Yan Changsha sneered back:

"Kill you, I alone is enough!"

Compared with individuals, the system is of course huge and irresistible, but they often forget that they are also individuals, not systems.

In the perspective that only he can see, all the words hang down like a waterfall:

【Yan Changsha】

[Identity: Reincarnation Dao Soldier]

[Physique: 999012 Jiao]

[Supernatural powers: Heavenly Sword of Slaying Immortals, Heavenly Sword of Slaying Gods, Dadong Xuquan, Wanzhan Great Dan Gong…………]

[Original power: 687 points]

[Evaluation: One day for the mayfly, one autumn for the grass and trees... Jiao can live forever, God can live forever! If you step on the gate of God, you can be a reptile of longevity.

Now, but a short-lived reptile! 】

"Hahaha!"

Laughing like a mountain topped the sea, swayed from the training platforms, and a sturdy armored soldier stepped out.

"Kill you, why should the lord do it?"

The leading teenager even raised the dragon spear in his palm and stared at Mo Yin and the two with cold eyes:

"The disciples of the big sect have also killed a lot of people, and it is truly unique with a tone as big as yours."

A hundred years is really short for the monk at this time, not even enough for a retreat, but for him, it is long enough.

It was enough for him to step over insects, scales, and flood dragons until this so-called divine gate.

Yan Changsha glanced at Mo Yin, saw the latter nodded slightly before slowly getting up, and said to himself:

"Killing this batch should be enough."