Great Dao Ji

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 felt that the high buildings on the earth were like gravel, and the city walls were like ant nests.

The rolling spirit filled the end of the sky like fog.

"Tianshu City is the most prosperous place in our dynasty and even in the world. It is said that in ancient times, a great man died here to nourish the earth..."

The nobleman in luxurious clothes smiled with his hands behind his back, looking at the young man in casual clothes and lazy attitude not far away, and said:

"What do you think, Mr. Ninety-three?"

The nobleman's name is Mo Yue. His father is the 43rd son of the current Emperor of Dayong. He stood out because of his excellent talent.

"Hehe."

Mo Yin smiled faintly in return, ignoring this nominal grandson, and looked through the sea of ​​clouds at Tianshu City.

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

The area is so large that it can hardly be described as a ‘city’. In his opinion, even some smaller vassal states are not as big as this city.

The wall built with ‘dragon blood stone’ stretches from east to west, endless from north to south, semi-circular and not round, which is extremely strange.

Looking down from this high place, it feels that the wall is like a dragon and a snake mating, spanning the sky and the earth, majestic and incredible.

In terms of momentum alone, it is even better than the outer gate mountains of Xuandu Sect, but Xuandu Sect has the saying of ninety-nine outer gates and three-three true teachings.

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

“At first glance, it looks extraordinary, but in fact it is a self-enclosed enclosure, which is ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous?”

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

He recognized this young man.

It was the Taoist soldier of his nominal ‘Ninety-Third Master’, Yan Changsha.

The reason why I remember it is because this army was so fierce.

From Xuandu Sect all the way to Tianshu City, I don’t know how many practitioners I killed, including masters from major sects.

"All methods come from one 'movement'. The way of practice is to grasp one's subtlety, cross thousands of rivers, and explore the world. Tianshu City is the dragon head of a country. It has the momentum of hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, but it has built a city wall to isolate it. Isn't it ridiculous to do so?"

Yan Changsha's eyes were like lightning, and Mo Yue's face changed slightly. He was about to speak, but was interrupted again:

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

There is a peerless formation in Tianshu City. This is not a secret. In fact, similar cities are everywhere in various vassal states.

In his opinion, it is unnecessary.

The city wall cannot stop the existence it wants to resist, but it stops some people who want to come in outside the city wall.

For example, Mo Yin at this time.

"Eight hundred thousand years have passed. Tianshu City is almost saturated and can't accommodate anyone else."

Mo Yue tried to persuade Mo Yin:

"The world is vast and boundless. There are better places than Tianshu City. Why don't you consider it, Master Jiusan?"

Mo Yin did not respond.

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

"Hehe, you are so eager to eliminate dissidents and fight against brothers..."

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

After leaving Xuandu Sect, he returned home as soon as possible, but he was still a step too late.

Those people not only bribed several outer sect elders of Xuandu Sect to harm him, but also killed his "mother".

Perhaps, in their eyes, they were just Taoist soldiers, but to him, they were his only relatives.

The mother who raised me alone!

"How dare you call the emperor by his name!"

Before Mo Yue opened his mouth, the crowd behind him had already changed color: "This is a capital crime, why don't you kneel down and ask for death!"

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

"I heard that the royal family of Dayong has the inheritance of the Lord of Heaven, and the emperors of all generations can pass on their skills to future generations. After 800,000 years, once they succeed the throne of the emperor, they can cross five or even six disasters..."

Yan Changsha glanced at the crowd coldly, thinking:

"If it's not that his life span is about to end, could it be that someone assassinated the king?"

Dayong is the first dynasty of the Endless Continent, with endless luck gathered. Although the life span of the Lord of Heaven of all generations is not long, it is also counted in tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years.

The current ruler seems to have been on the throne for only a few years...

"It seems that you are unwilling."

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

"What a pity for your superb seed of heaven and earth!"

Buzz~~~

As his voice fell, the towering skyscrapers suddenly trembled.

Streams of light burst out from the earth, like thousands of long dragons running through the sea of ​​clouds, interweaving with each other.

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

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

In the folds of the void, shadows flashed out, intertwining with each other to cover the sky, and invisible air waves rolled down, pressing down on the skyscrapers and trembling.

"It's a big deal..."

Instantly, the world changed drastically, but Yan Changsha seemed to be interested, and raised his eyebrows to look at the sky.

As if the stars fell from the sky, in the waves that made people's heart palpitate, the nine shadows showed their original colors.

It looks like a floating continent, like a celestial body freed from the constraints of the sea of ​​stars, but it is more like a terrifying warship that has experienced bloody slaughter!

Mo Yin's cold eyes fluctuated a little: "Da Yong Dou Fa Platform!"

The Da Yong Dynasty can occupy the most prosperous place in the endless continent, naturally it is not just relying on the favor of the Lord.

It can stand out from billions of potential dragons, and naturally it has its own horror that cannot be ignored.

The ordinary sects and even the Taoist holy places like Xuandu Sect have endless changes in their cultivation methods, but their roots are still based on their own caves and blessed lands.

Raising Taoist soldiers, refining supernatural powers, overcoming disasters...

It is still closed and self-contained.

However, the Da Yong Dynasty is not like this.

The root of its cultivation lies only in the "Dou Fa Divine Mountain" from the Da Yong Taizu 800,000 years ago!

In the past 800,000 years, from the emperors and royal relatives of successive dynasties to the officials and soldiers of the army, all of them have taken this as a "seed" to cultivate this "refining magic mountain" together.

Among them, the strong ones will use the ‘refining platform’ as the basis to cultivate a ‘refining platform’ that can be moved freely and can also bless the ‘refining mountain’!

And to cultivate a ‘refining platform’, at least a strong existence that has survived three thunder tribulations is required.

Because they do not have their own cave mountain gate, the life span of the cultivators of Dayong is far from that of orthodox cultivators.

But because they have the ‘refining mountain’ as their support, their fighting power is extremely strong. Before the five tribulations, they are only inferior to the true disciples of the Taoist sect such as Xuandu Sect.

What is particularly terrifying is that all kinds of refining platforms come from the same source, and they can bless each other. The combat power of three or five groups will double!

If it becomes a killing formation, even high-level cultivators will be terrified.

"Dayong can survive to this day, and it is not useless."

Yan Changsha's eyes lit up slightly.

Mo Yin, the cheap old man, did not leave nothing behind. The method of refining fighting Taoist soldiers was originally in his soul.

Mo Yin understood, so he naturally understood it.

It was indeed extraordinary to see it in person.

From this point of view, the Great Yong Taizu was not an ordinary person, and this method had great potential.

For Jingzhao cultivators to support one person, even if their qualifications were average and the seeds of heaven and earth they condensed were also average, they would be far more than any genius of the same level if they were supported by one person.

If a genius appeared in the future, he might not be able to escape the fate of a chess piece.

Unfortunately, such a road that should have opened the door and accepted talents from all over the world was closed by the descendants themselves.

This certainly did not allow the guest to usurp the throne, but it also greatly reduced the height that could be achieved.

"Mo Yin!"

A grand and majestic voice flowed down from the sky, as if it could freeze the empty world: "Just because you can escape the pursuit of the Xuandu Outer Gate for a hundred years, do you think you can dominate the world?"

"Mo Lu!"

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

Mo Lu, the forty-third son of the Great Yong Emperor Mo Tianqing, stood out from the hundred sons because of his excellent talent. He is the prince who has the most hope of becoming the crown prince.

His mother's family is a big family in the army. He joined the army since he was a child. He has a cold personality and has always acted recklessly and without taboos.

This is also one of the purposes of his coming to Tianshu City!

"Interesting."

On the alchemy platform made of pure gold, a middle-aged man wearing a red python robe and a purple gold crown looked at his subordinates with his back to him, as if sneering:

"Want to kill me? Do you rely on your hundred years of cultivation, or the boastful Taoist soldier behind you?"

"Once you enter the system, you really forget how much you weigh..."

Yan Changsha sneered back:

"To kill you, I alone am enough!"

Compared to individuals, the system is certainly huge and unstoppable, but they often forget that they are just individuals, not systems.

In the perspective that only he can see, various words fall like waterfalls:

[Yan Changsha]

[Identity: Reincarnation Taoist Soldier]

[Physique: 999012 Jiao]

[Magic Powers: Immortal Slashing Heavenly Sword, God-killing Heavenly Sword, Great Hole Void Fist, Ten Thousand Battles Great Pill Power...]

[Source Power: 687 points]

[Evaluation: Mayfly one day, grass and trees one autumn... Jiao can live for thousands of years, gods can live forever! If you step into the gate of the gods, you can become an immortal reptile.

Now, you are just a short-lived reptile! 】

"Hahaha!"

Laughter like a tidal wave spread from the alchemy platforms, and the sharp-spirited soldiers stepped out.

"Why does the prince need to kill you?"

The leading young general raised the dragon spear in his hand, staring at Mo Yin and the others with a cold look:

"I have killed many disciples from the big sects, but you are the only one with such a big mouth."

A hundred years is really short for the cultivators at this time, even less than the time required for a retreat, but for him, it is long enough.

It is enough for him to step over the insects, scales, and dragons to the so-called gate of the gods.

Yan Changsha glanced at Mo Yin, and when he saw the latter nod slightly, he slowly stood up and said to himself:

"Killing this group should be enough."

I was speechless, and felt that I had too many problems... Three fingers on both hands were numb, suspected of nerve compression, the doctor recommended a small needle knife and a closed needle, I refused for the time being. It's too terrible, typing is knocked out with fingernails...