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Time flies, time flies like a shuttle, and it is 1300 years in a flash.

Huhu~

The wind blows, and the clouds drift away.

On the Shenjin high platform towering into the sky, Jingxiaolou leans on the railing and looks at it. Under the sea of ​​clouds, is the Tianshu city that stretches for thousands of miles and cuts off the north and the south like a dragon.

It has been more than 1,300 years since he came to this world as a Taoist soldier.

But until now, looking at this giant city, which is not like a human creation, still has a great touch.

A city is like a country.

Only one urban area of ​​Tianshu can accommodate everyone above Xuanxing.

"What are you looking at again?"

In the dense void, a figure walked to the high platform, its figure was tall and its aura was as heavy as a mountain, and the space seemed to give way during the steps.

But it was Feng Mingtao.

"How did you get out today?"

Jing Xiaolou smiled slightly, and then his eyes lit up: "Have you completed the cultivation of the 'Imagination Sutra'?"

"Hahaha!"

Being said to be proud of the center, Feng Mingtao laughed loudly: "After a thousand years, this uncle has finally become a 'big idol'!

At this moment, it is Chu Fan and Yan Changsha, and the uncle dares to fight! "

"It's incredible. It's incredible."

Jing Xiaolou sighed in admiration, sincerely.

Before the era of Xuanxing Fudao, three years after the big dream, with the assistance of artificial intelligence Yinglong, Su Jie developed a truly perfect batch of 'chips'.

This 'chip' not only has the functions that artificial intelligence should have, but also has a means of converging information to evolve.

Because it is based on the myth of the mysterious star, it is also called the "Godhead".

The godhead held by Feng Mingtao is the 'big idol'.

"This world is really incredible, just the magic power in this Tianshu city can allow me to cultivate a 'big idol'."

Feng Mingtao looked forward to Zixiong: "When Chu Fan returns, this uncle has to let him take a look!"

Feng Mingtao's words were no joke.

He and Chu Fan met in the Zombie King incident in the Xiya Mountains. At that time, he had already practiced pictographic boxing, and Chu Fan was just an ordinary college graduate.

But later on, the gap between the two became wider.

In the dream of kingship, when the qualifications were cultivated to the limitless yin and yang, he had already crossed the ninth order of heaven and man.

At that time, he was barely able to stand behind.

But when Su Jie opened up the Talisman Era, the gap between the two was completely widened to an indescribable level.

Of course he was holding back his breath.

"That's not easy. I heard that Chu Fan has already condensed the divine sword 'Xuanyuan', so you may not be able to beat him."

Jing Xiaolou laughed dumbly.

It is strange to say that the relationship between the two is clearly excellent, but once they get together, disaster will happen.

From Xuanxing to Wangquan's dream, and then to this world, it's all like this.

"Then let's call again."

Feng Mingtao was dissatisfied, but he stopped joking, and instead asked Jing Xiaolou: "Have you ever mastered your 'beating the divine whip'?"

"Difficult, difficult, difficult."

Jing Xiaolou shook his head again and again, and couldn't help but sigh, "How can it be so easy to order the gods?"

"Cough cough."

Seeing that Jing Xiaolou was in a low mood, Feng Mingtao coughed a few times and changed the subject: "I heard that Yan Changsha fought fiercely in the southern and northern wars these years?"

"What's more than murder?"

Jing Xiaolou's eyes flashed with fear: "Since today's successor emperor, for 1,300 years, that Yan Changsha has not stopped for a day, and has conquered thousands of vassal states."

"I heard that sometimes when he walks alone, he can conquer several vassal states in one day, and his subordinates are more than a sea of ​​corpses and blood?"

Speaking of Yan Changsha, Jing Xiaolou had some undisguised disgust.

For 1300 years, the name of Yan Changsha has resounded throughout Dayong, not to mention Tianshu, even if other forces far away from Dayong will hear it.

The monks who have fallen from their hands are unknown.

"So fierce?"

Feng Mingtao raised his eyebrows.

He has been in retreat for many years, but he didn't know that Yan Changsha was so cruel.

"His 'Wan Zhan Da Dan Gong' has long been dismissed as a magic art. I heard that in the seventy-two anti-king, there are many people offering high rewards to kill him."

Jing Xiaolou waved his hand: "Let's not talk about him, I haven't seen him for a long time, let's talk about what we have gained over the years."

"I can't ask for it."

Feng Mingtao agreed with a smile, and was about to speak when his heart suddenly shook.

A majestic voice came:

"Everyone who hears this sound will come to fight the magic mountain!"

"This is?"

Jing Xiaolou frowned.

This is their nominal 'master', although, no one really thinks so.

However, everyone's perception of the titular master is not bad.

For 1300 years, they were almost given the greatest freedom and authority, and all the resources of the entire Tianshu City and even the Dayong Royal Family were taken and asked for.

Because of this, Feng Mingtao can condense into a 'big idol', otherwise, it may not be condensed even if it takes ten times more time.

"Since it was summoned by His Majesty the Emperor, shall we go and have a look?"

Feng Mingtao was in a very good mood and agreed directly.

Jingxiaolou is indispensable.

hum~

In the next instant, the two of them had already disappeared into layers of void like a streamer.

Following the inexplicable guidance in the depths of nothingness, he swept away at extreme speed.

The void of this great world is extremely strange. It is not a first floor, but is jointly constructed by billions of infinite dimensions. Both of them have been to Doufa Shenshan.

But if there is no guidance, even thousands of years will never be able to find the door.

Without him, this infinite dimension, the interlayer of billions of voids, is not only dangerous, but also changes from time to time.

Because of this, many forced and desperate demon giants also hide among them, which makes the void dimension more dangerous.

call!

Tearing the void along the guide, not long after, there was no more gloomy color in front of him, and the vast Huaguang suddenly filled all the void dimensions within sight.

Rao is the cultivation base of the two at this time, and for a while, they felt dazzling and frowned slightly.

After a while, I saw this mighty Xianshan Mountain.

"It stands to reason that such a mountain should not exist at all..."

Feng Mingtao shook his head slightly.

"According to Xuanxing's vision, how can the endless continent exist? Surrounded by stars, the center of the universe is actually a continent..."

Jing Xiaolou smiled and pointed forward: "It seems that something big is about to happen. It's not just the two of us here."

Feng Mingtao looked at it, and saw a path of divine light with different breaths running through the void.

"My dear, I'm afraid that apart from the few people who are leading the army to fight, the rest are here?"

Feng Mingtao smacked his tongue a little:

"We are all here, except for those holy places, the Endless Continent is enough to run wild, where will there be any major events?"

"That might not be the case."

Jing Xiaolou didn't say much.

But he will never despise a big world that is so powerful.

They have only cultivated for more than a thousand years, and they have reached such a state. Even with all kinds of help, the years of existence in this world.

It is not counted in ten thousand years, but in 'ten thousand years'.

Feng Mingtao is fascinated by his practice. He has not been idle in these years. He has read everything from ancient history to the origin of the Holy Land, and even some strange myths circulating.

Naturally know the importance of high and low.

"You're just too careful... I'll go to his uncle, then, that's Chu Fan?!"

Feng Mingtao didn't care, he glanced around and saw a familiar figure, his face changed immediately:

"This disaster star really came, shouldn't something really happen?"

He murmured in his heart.

He couldn't remember how many times. Every time he met with Chu Fan, it seemed that something bad would happen.

"Ok?"

In the distance, Chu Fan, who had just stepped out of the void, moved in his heart and frowned when he saw Feng Mingtao:

"Old Feng, are you here too?"

The moment he finished speaking, he had already come to the front, and first bowed his hands towards Jing Xiaolou: "Brother Jing, it's been a long time."

Only then did he look at Feng Mingtao, whose face was full of bad luck and retreat, and his eyebrows jumped: "The words of the disaster, should I say it?"

"Ha ha!"

Feng Mingtao let out a haha, and took the lead in walking towards the Mountain of Fighting Fa:

"Last time I came and went in a hurry, this time I have to take a good look around this Great Yong First Divine Peak!"

Doufa Shenshan is infinite in size.

Looking at it from any direction, you can never see its edge, just like a mortal looking up at the night, and can't see anything beyond the night.

Chu Fan and Jing Xiaolou met, and the two of them walked towards Doufa Sacred Mountain unhurriedly.

Doufa Sacred Mountain is not so much a mountain, but a war fortress that gathers all the details of Dayong's 800,000 years.

In the distance of hundreds of millions of miles of void, you can feel the fierce and cruel aura of the iron-blooded killing from the pavement.

It was only after the three of them set foot on the Doufa Sacred Mountain that they realized that it was not only their 'Reincarnation Dao Soldiers' who were present.

On the countless fighting platforms, there are many princes and ministers of the Dayong royal family.

Even some princes who have been watching the wind over the years and voluntarily donating their territories have also gathered here.

"Did something really happen?"

Jing Xiaolou frowned imperceptibly,

In this piece of dimensional world occupied by Doufa Shenshan, a loud noise suddenly sounded.

when!

The bell roared, shaking the four poles of heaven and earth.

when!

when!

when!

...

The grand starburst-like bell swayed down from the nothingness, sweeping away thousands of hazes of smoke and dust, attracting thousands of rays of sunshine and thousands of auspicious colors.

hum~

While Doufa Sacred Mountain trembled lightly, Mo Yin, dressed in a simple white robe, stepped out of the void in front of everyone's eyes.

It fell on the top of Doufa Shenshan, the highest Taoist platform on that side.

"We will meet the Son of Heaven!"

As soon as he took his seat, the sound of greetings like a mountain and a tsunami sounded one after another since then.

"Are you wondering ~lightnovelpub.net~ why did you all come together today?"

Mo Yinhu stood on the high platform, looked down at the four poles, and took everything in all directions into his eyes:

"Not for anything else, just to welcome you..."

At this point, the radiance of a waterfall like a waterfall hangs down, shrouding a high platform.

"Ok?"

"what?!"

"This is……"

Everyone stared at each other, and at this sight, many people suddenly took a deep breath.

Some senior officials blurted out "Your Majesty!"

"I can't hide it from you..."

On the high platform, a middle-aged man with a youthful appearance but covered in silver threads slowly raised his head and looked at Mo Yin:

"My future life is terrifying and I am declining..."