Slaughter the sky against the dragon

Chapter 1480, enlightenment

"The overall situation is settled, everyone can rest!"

Xi Muruo laughed happily, and pressed his hand to the 800 million soldiers, signaling that they could sit cross-legged.

Although no one was killed in the Remnant Sword Army, the 800 million soldiers were all pale and exhausted.

"Izumo Empire, Qing Xuzong and Wuhua Palace, almost all the people above the longevity level were killed, and there are only a few dozen left at most. I will leave it to you."

After Long Buqi said, he stepped into the void and traveled through the void.

Anton Moss was slightly dazed, "The Supreme Elder, it seems that he is not very interested in unifying the Dou Fa Continent."

Fan Cruz sighed, "In order to keep him, the empire married An Yali and Mibeka to him, and after giving birth to descendants, he has been firmly bound to the empire, but he is only concerned about the universe, Naturally, I have no interest in unifying the Dou Fa Continent."

Sharina glanced at the two of them, "If it were you who went to the universe world, what would happen to you if the empire was in trouble?"

Anton Moss didn't think about it, "If the empire is in trouble, I will come back even if it is an extremely long distance!"

"now it's right."

Sharina smiled, "The Supreme Elder thinks the same as you."

Back at the mansion, seeing the three little guys chasing and playing around in the yard, Long couldn't help but feel a little warmth, this is the feeling of home.

It's just that there is always some emptiness in his heart. Here he lives a life of prosperity and wealth, a beautiful wife and beautiful concubine, but in the universe world, the bully is raging, and the gods are living a precarious life.

Roar!
He began to attack the undead realm again, and the Transformation Freedom-Nilong Daojing was running to the extreme, the blood of the first generation was boiling to the extreme, and the dragon's chant burst out in his body.

One day, two days, three days.
Time seemed to pass extremely slowly.

Hit the undead realm again and again.

Failed again and again.

His cultivation was infinitely close to the undead state, but, after all, he was slightly short.

It is this slight gap, but it is like a natural chasm, blocking him from the realm of immortality!
"Master said that the immortal state requires comprehension, so it is useless to practice hard behind closed doors, and it is impossible to reach the immortal state."

Bai Lu has said this countless times.

Long Buqi also knew that it would not be of much use, but whenever he thought of the danger that Shenting was facing, he would feel very anxious. Only by working hard can he feel better.

Sometimes, An Yali would come and watch him practice before leaving silently.

Sometimes, when Mibeka came over, she was unruly and self-willed, but she was surprisingly calm, standing outside the window, sighing softly, and left silently without disturbing him.

Sometimes, An Yali, Mibeka, and Ifiya brought the three little guys together, seeing his eyes covered with bloodshot eyes, the three little guys were terrified, and threw themselves into the arms of their respective mothers. Dare to show your head.

"Let's go out for a walk, haste makes waste."

Finally, Ifiya couldn't take it anymore. Although she didn't know anything about high-level cultivation, she also understood this simple truth.

Long Buqi followed her suggestion, stood up slowly, walked out of the house, and out of the mansion.

He didn't travel through the void, and he didn't fly in the sky, just like an ordinary, ordinary person walking on the noisy long street of the imperial capital.

"Du Qi yellow-rank middle-grade martial arts, exchange for five elixir!"

"The battle sword cast by Master Manok himself, as long as a fifth-order crystal nucleus is needed, you can take it away!"

"Just brag about it. Master Manok is a famous foundry in the imperial capital. The weapons he forged were all bought by various families. How could they fall into your hands?"

"See it through, don't tell me it's broken, if it was really made by Master Manok himself, I wouldn't sell it so cheap.".
The sound of shouting, hawking, and laughter came one after another.

Long Buqi followed the crowd, passing by every stall and shop.

Occasionally, when you pick up a weapon or a volume of martial arts to have a look, the seller will get excited and try to recommend it to him. In the end, he finds that he has no intention of buying it at all, and he can't help feeling disappointed.

Rumble!
In the air, warships set sail and return, like thunder, with a huge roar, casting a large shadow, but the common people and practitioners seem to have gotten used to it, and few people will look up.

Only the children all over the street would cheer for joy when they saw the huge warships, as if they had become triumphant generals, striding forward. As for the smaller warships, they didn't attract their interest.

Long Buqi could tell that during this period of time, the Golden Lion Empire was very busy, busy wiping out the remnants of the Izumo Empire, Qing Xuzong, and Wuhua Palace, busy accepting the territory of the three major forces, and busily taking over the three major powers. The cultivation resources accumulated by the forces were then transported back to the treasure house in the palace in large quantities.

No matter it is the cosmic world, no matter it is the black hole world, the winner is king, and the loser has nothing.

The Golden Lion Empire won the decisive battle, so it became the overlord and sole ruler of the Dou Fa Continent.

This seems to have no effect on ordinary people, who are still busy with their lives and running around for a full meal.

From day to night, and from night to night, Long Buqi wandered more than 20 long streets, did not buy a single item, did not return to the mansion, and still walked aimlessly on the empty long streets.

When he encountered groups of drunken drunkards walking shoulder to shoulder and staggering on the dark long street, they challenged him and sneered at him, but he seemed not to hear him and walked on his own.

Sometimes, Bai Lu would come out for a walk when she was bored in the space ring.

After she came out, she found it even more boring.

Because, at this time, Long Buqi is like a lonely ghost, a walking corpse without a soul, as if he has no interest in anything.

From late at night to dawn, just after dawn, many early-rising peddlers pushed flatbed carts, loaded with some pastries and breakfast, and peddled along the street.

"Bring me a piece of matcha cake."

Long Buqi finally decided to buy something. Matcha cake is a kind of breakfast that ordinary people in this world often eat.

The middle-aged woman who was pushing the cart stopped, "Young man, a piece of matcha cake is only the size of two fingers, is it full?"

Long Buqi shook his head slightly, "It's okay, I want a piece."

The middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment, picked up a broad leaf, and wrapped three pieces for him, "Young man, have you encountered any difficulties recently, think about it, there is no hurdle in this world to walk over, take it."

Long Buqi was about to pay the bill, but the middle-aged woman waved her hand slightly and pushed the flatbed cart away.

Putting the matcha cake in his mouth, he hadn't tasted the taste of food in a long time. It was a little sweet and had a tea aroma.

Before I knew it, I came to the gate of the city.

The city gate has been opened, and two teams of guards are lined up in a straight line.

Seeing the Supreme Elder walking towards him while eating matcha cake, the guards were obviously taken aback for a moment, and then hurriedly knelt down on one knee.

Watching the Supreme Elder go out of the city, getting further and further away, the captain of the guard swallowed, "Suddenly I also want to eat matcha cake."

A guard said disdainfully, "What's so delicious about matcha cake? It's only eaten by poor people."

The captain of the guard slapped him to the ground, and angrily said, "Elder Taishang tasted it himself, matcha cake is the best food, understand?"

"Understood, understood!" The guard covered his face, wanting to cry without tears.

The captain of the guard pointed out, "Go, buy ten matcha cakes for all the brothers guarding the four city gates."

The guard didn't dare to talk back any more, and left in a hurry.

The middle-aged woman pushing a flatbed cart found that today's matcha cakes are surprisingly easy to sell. In the past, they could only sell for about three hundred, but today they sell for thousands.

(End of this chapter)