Zhutian Avenue

Climb high and look into the distance.

A group of people crossed the sea of ​​clouds and climbed to the top of the skyscraper. From then on, they saw that the tall buildings on the earth were like gravel, and the city walls were like ant nests.

The billowing essence filled the end of the sky like a mist.

"Tianshu City is the most prosperous place in our dynasty and even in the world. According to legend, before the ancient times, there was a great power to perish here, nourishing the earth..."

The luxuriously dressed noble son chuckled with his hands on his shoulders, and looked at the casually dressed and lazy young boy not far away, saying:

"What do you think of Lord Ninety-Three?"

The noble son was named Mo Yue, and his father was the forty-third son of the emperor Dayong, who stood out because of his excellent talents.

"Ha ha."

Mo Yinhui smiled faintly, ignoring the nominal grandson, looking through the sea of ​​clouds and looking towards Tianshu City.

Tianshu City is the emperor's capital of the eternal dynasty, and it is the place where people all over the world aspire.

It occupies a large area that can hardly be described as a "city". According to him, some of the smaller princes are not as large as this city.

The walls of the ‘dragon blood stone’ spread from east to west, endless from north to south, semi-circular and not round, very peculiar.

Looking down from this extremely high place, I only felt that the city wall was surrounded like dragons and snakes, spreading across the world, majestic and incredible.

In terms of a single momentum, it is better than the outer gates of the Xuandu Sect and the mountains, but the Xuandu Sect has nine or nine outer gates, and the three-three true transmission theory.

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

"At first glance, it looks extraordinary, but in fact it is self-styled, which is extremely ridiculous."

"ridiculous?"

Mo Yue frowned slightly, looking at the young man sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, his eyes flashed: "Brother Yan, what's the answer?"

He recognizes this young man.

It was Yan Changsha, the Taoist soldier of the titular "Ninety-three Lords".

I remember it because this soldier was fierce and messed up.

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

"All dharmas come from one'movement'. The way of practice requires one subtlety, across ten thousand rivers, and expansive views of the world. Tianshu City is the head of the dragon of a country. It has the potential to return to the sea, but it has cast a wall to isolate it. Isn't it laughable to act like this?"

Yan Changsha's eyes were electric, and Mo Yue's complexion changed slightly as he was about to speak, but was interrupted again:

"What's the point of a wall?"

There is a peerless array in the Tianshu city, which is not a secret at all. In fact, similar cities are also everywhere in the vassal kingdoms.

In his opinion, it is unnecessary.

The city wall couldn't stop the existence it wanted to resist, but it blocked some people who wanted to come in from the city wall.

For example, Mo Yin at this time.

"Over 800,000 years, so far, Tianshu City is almost saturated, and there is no room for other people."

Glancing at Mo Yin, Mo Yue has persuaded:

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

Mo Yin did not respond.

Mo Yue said again: "My father promised that as long as you agree to leave, Dayong's 84,000 princes will let you choose one."

"Hehehe, so eager to get rid of dissidents, brothers smash the wall..."

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

After leaving Xuanduzong, he returned home the first time, however, it was a step too late.

Those people not only bought out the elders of Xuanduzong's outer sect who wanted to harm themselves, but also killed their own'mother'.

Perhaps, in their opinion, it was only a trivial soldier, but to him, it was his only relative.

The mother who raised herself alone!

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

Mo Yue hasn't spoken yet, but the people behind him have already changed their expressions: "This is a capital crime, please die if you don't kneel down!"

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

"It is said that the Emperor Dayong imperial family has the inheritance of God. The emperor of all dynasties can pass on the merits to future generations. The superposition of 800,000 years, once the emperor succeeds, it can cross the five calamities and even the six calamities..."

Yan Changsha scanned the crowd indifferently, thoughtfully:

"That is not the end of life, is it possible that someone assassinated the king?"

Dayong is the first dynasty of the endless continent. There are endless gatherings of luck. Although the life of the gods of the past dynasties is not long, they are counted in ten thousand years or even one hundred thousand years.

This one seems to have not succeeded to the throne for a few years...

"It seems that you refused."

Mo Yue did not answer, but sighed slightly, not without regret:

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

Hum~~~

As his voice fell, the towering skyscraper suddenly trembled.

Streams of light shot up from the earth, as if thousands of dragons pierced through the sea of ​​clouds, intertwined with each other horizontally and horizontally.

In an instant, the void seemed to be pulled by an invisible alien force, and began to stretch and stretch at a speed that the naked eye could not keep up with...

In a flash, the space inside and outside of this skyscraper 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, reflecting each other to obscure the sky, and the invisible waves of air rolled down, and the directly pressing skyscrapers trembled.

"The handwriting is not small..."

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

If the stars fall from the sky, among the heart-palpiting fluctuations, the nine shadows show their original colors.

It looks like a floating continent, if the celestial body is free from the shackles of the stars, but it is more like a series of terrifying battleships that have experienced **** killing!

Mo Yin's icy eyes fluctuated: "Da Yong Dou Fatai!"

The Dayong Dynasty was able to occupy the most prosperous place in the endless continent, naturally it was impossible to rely solely on God's favor.

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

Ordinary sects and even Taoist sacred places like Xuanduzong have endless changes in their cultivation methods, but they are still based on their own heaven and blessings.

Raising Dao soldiers, refining magical powers, overcoming disasters...

It is still behind closed doors.

However, the Dayong Dynasty was not the case.

The root of his practice lies in the "Fighting God Mountain" of Taizu Taizu who came from 800,000 years ago!

In 800,000 years, from the emperors and nobles of the past dynasties, down to the soldiers of the army of hundreds of officials, they all used this as a ‘seed’ to cultivate this ‘sacred mountain of refining’ together.

Among them, the strong will be based on the ‘faculty refining platform’, and they will cultivate a ‘faculty refining platform’ that can be moved freely, but can also bless the ‘sacred mountain of refining’!

And to cultivate a ‘faculty refining platform’, at least it would have to survive three thunderous tribulations.

Because there is no unique Dongtianshan gate, the life span of the monks of the Dayong family is far less than that of the orthodox monks.

But also because of the ‘sacred mountain of refining’, the power of fighting is extremely powerful. Before the Five Tribulations, even the true disciples of Taoism like Xuanduzong were only inferior.

What's especially frightening is that all refining platforms come from the same source, and they can bless each other, and the combat power of groups of three or five will be multiplied!

If it becomes a big battle array, even the high-ranking monks will be discolored for it.

"The great immortality survives to this day, but it's not useless."

Yan Changsha's eyes were faintly bright.

Mo Yin didn't leave nothing behind that cheap Laozi, the refining method of fighting law and Dao soldiers was originally in his soul.

Moyin understands, he naturally understands.

It's really not trivial to see it.

From this point of view, the Taizu Taizu is not a common kind, and this method is very promising.

If one person is served by a Jingzhao monk, even if they have average aptitude and the condensed seed of heaven and earth, they are served as one person, but they are far more than any genius of the same rank.

If one of the descendants is a prodigy, they may not be able to get rid of the fate of chess pieces.

It is a pity that such a avenue that should have opened its doors wide and embraced the world's talents was closed by the descendants themselves.

Although this eliminates the possibility of overwhelming the host, it also greatly reduces the height that can be achieved.

"Moin!"

The majestic and majestic voice flowed down from the sky, seeming to be able to freeze the void world: "If you can escape the Xuandu Outer Gate for a hundred years, do you think you can run rampant in the world?"

"Mo Lun!"

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

Mo Lun, the forty-three sons of Mo Tianqing, the emperor of Dayong, stood out from the hundred sons because of his excellent talent, and was the prince who had the most hope to become a prince.

His mother is a big family in the army. He joined the army since he was a child, and has a cold personality.

"interesting."

The middle-aged man wearing a red python robe and a purple-gold crown looked down on the refining platform made of pure gold, seeming to sneer:

"Want to kill me? Is it based on your one-hundred-year cultivation base, or the Taoist soldier behind you who can only talk about it?"

"As soon as I entered the system, I really forgot how many catties I had..."

Yan Changsha sneered back:

"I am enough to kill you!"

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

In his only visible perspective, all kinds of words hang down like a waterfall:

【Yan Changsha】

[Identity: Samsara Taoist Soldier]

【Physique: 999012 Jiao】

【Supernatural powers: Heavenly Slashing Sword, Heaven-killing Heavenly Sword, Big Hole Void Fist, Ten Thousand Fighting Great Alchemy...】

[Source power: 687 points]

[Evaluation: Mayfly for a day, grass and trees for a fall...Flood can live forever, God can live forever! If you step on the gate of God, you can be a reptile of longevity.

Now, just a short-lived reptile! 】

"Hahaha!"

Laughing as if overwhelmingly came from the practice platforms, a strong-spirited soldier stepped out.

"Kill you, why the prince do it?"

The leader of the teenager raised his dragon spear in his palm, and his eyes were cold and staring at Mo Yin.

"The disciples of the Dazong Sect have also killed a lot, and the tone is as big as yours, it is really unique."

One hundred years, for the monk at this time, was really short, even less than a retreat, but for him, it was long enough.

It was enough for him to cross the insects, scales, and scorpions to the so-called **** gate.

Yan Changsha glanced at Mo Yin, and saw the latter nodding slightly before he got up slowly, muttering to himself:

"Killing this batch should be enough."