Great Dao Ji

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Time flies, time flies, and in a blink of an eye, one thousand three hundred years have passed.

Huhu~

The strong wind is blowing, and the flowing clouds are drifting away.

On the sacred gold platform that towers into the sky, Jing Xiaolou leans on the railing and looks out. Under the sea of ​​clouds, there is the Tianshu city that stretches for countless thousands of miles, cutting off the north and south like a dragon.

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

But even now, looking at this huge city that does not look like a human creation, I am still deeply touched.

A city is like a country.

Just one urban area in Tianshu can accommodate everyone above Xuanxing.

"What are you looking at again?"

In the dense void, a figure walked up to the high platform. Its figure was high and its aura was as heavy as a mountain. The space seemed to give way as it stepped.

But it was Feng Mingtao.

"Why did you get out of seclusion today?"

Jing Xiaolou smiled slightly, and then his eyes lit up: "Have you finished practicing the 'Shenxiang Sutra'?"

"Hahaha!"

When he was told what he was proud of, Feng Mingtao laughed loudly: "After a thousand years, I have finally become the 'Great Elephant'!

At this moment, even Chu Fan and Yan Changsha dare to fight! "

"Incredible. Incredible."

Jing Xiaolou praised him sincerely.

Before the era of Xuan Xing Fu Dao, three years after the Great Dream, Su Jie developed a truly perfect batch of 'chips' with the assistance of artificial intelligence Ying Long.

This 'chip' not only has the functions that artificial intelligence should have, but also has the means to gather information for evolution.

Because it is based on the myth of Xuanxing, it is also called the 'godhead'.

The godhead held by Feng Mingtao is the ‘Great Divine Elephant’.

"This world is really amazing. Just the magical powers in this Tianshu City can allow me to cultivate a 'big divine elephant'."

Feng Mingtao looked at Zixiong and said, "When Chu Fan comes back, I must let him have a good look at it!"

Feng Mingtao's words were not a joke.

He and Chu Fan met during the Zombie King incident in the Xiya Mountains. At that time, he had already mastered the Xiangtang Boxing, while Chu Fan was just an ordinary college graduate.

But as time went on, the gap between the two became wider.

In Wang Quan's dream, when he was qualified to cultivate Yin and Yang Wuji, he had already reached the ninth level of heaven.

At that time, he could barely keep up with him.

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

Of course he was holding a breath in his heart.

"That won't be easy. I heard that Chu Fan has already condensed the divine sword 'Xuanyuan', but you may not be able to defeat him."

Jing Xiaolou laughed dumbly.

It's strange to say that these two people obviously have a very good relationship, but once they get together, something bad will happen.

From the mysterious star to the dream of kingship, and then to this world, everything is like this.

"Then we have to fight it first."

Feng Mingtao was dissatisfied, but stopped joking and asked Jing Xiaolou: "Have you ever perfected the 'Magic Whip'?"

"Difficult, difficult, difficult."

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

"Ahem."

Seeing that Jing Xiaolou was not in a high mood, Feng Mingtao coughed several times and changed the subject: "I heard that Yan Changsha was very violent in his military campaigns in the past few years?"

"More than just evil?"

Fear flashed in Jing Xiaolou's eyes: "In the thirteen hundred years since the current emperor, Yan Changsha has never stopped for a day, traveling east and west, conquering the north and south, and has conquered thousands of vassal states."

"I heard that sometimes, walking alone, he could conquer several great kingdoms in one day. How could his men be nothing more than mountains of corpses and seas of blood?"

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

In the past thirteen hundred years, Yan Changsha's name has been resounding throughout Dayong. Not to mention Tianshu, even other forces far away from Dayong will change their expressions upon hearing this.

The number of monks who have fallen by his hands is unknown.

"So fierce?"

Feng Mingtao raised his eyebrows.

He had spent most of these years in seclusion, but he didn't know that Yan Changsha had become so cruel.

"His 'Great Alchemy Skill of Ten Thousand Battles' has long been dismissed as a demonic skill. I heard that in the Seventy-Two Rebels, there are many who are offering high rewards to kill him."

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

"It's what I asked for."

Feng Mingtao agreed with a smile. Just as he was about to speak, his heart suddenly shook.

A majestic and solemn voice came:

"Everyone who hears this sound will come to the Holy Mountain of Doufa!"

"This is?"

Jing Xiaolou frowned.

This person is their nominal ‘master’, although no one really thinks so.

However, many people still have a good impression of the titular master.

In the past thirteen hundred years, they have been given almost the greatest freedom and authority, and they can take whatever resources they want from the entire Tianshu City and even the Dayong royal family.

Because of this, Feng Mingtao can condense into the 'Great Divine Elephant'. Otherwise, even if it takes ten times more time, it may not be able to condense into it.

"Since His Majesty the Emperor has summoned us, shall we go and take a look?"

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

Jingxiaolou is perfect.

Buzz~

In the next moment, the two of them had disappeared into the void like streams of light.

Following the inexplicable guidance in the depths of the void, it swept away at extremely high speed.

The void in this great world is extremely strange. It is not just one layer, but is composed of billions of infinite dimensions. Both of them have been to the Magic Mountain.

But if there is no guidance, even if it takes thousands of years, I will never find the way.

Nothing else, this infinite dimension, billions of void interlayers, is not only full of dangers, but also changing all the time.

Because of this, many evil giants who are forced to go nowhere also hide in it, making the void dimension even more dangerous.

Huh!

Following the guidance to tear the void, not long after, there was no trace of gloomy color in front of the eyes, and the vast and brilliant light filled all the void dimensions within the sight.

Even with the cultivation of the two at this time, they felt dazzling for a while and frowned slightly.

After a while, they saw this majestic fairy mountain.

"Logically speaking, such a mountain should not exist at all..."

Feng Mingtao shook his head slightly.

"According to Xuan Xing's vision, how could the Endless Continent exist? Surrounded by stars, the center of the universe, there is actually a continent..."

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

Feng Mingtao looked over and saw a series of divine lights with different auras coming from the void.

"Good fellow, except for the few people who are leading the army to fight, the rest are here?"

Feng Mingtao smacked his lips:

"We are all here. Except for those holy places, the Endless Continent is enough to run rampant. How can there be any big things?"

"That's hard to say."

Jing Xiaolou didn't say much.

But he would never underestimate a world that is so powerful.

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

It is not counted in tens of thousands of years, but in 'ten thousand epochs'.

Feng Mingtao is devoted to cultivation. He has not been idle in these years. He has read everything from ancient history to the origins of various holy places, and even some of the legendary myths that have been circulated.

Naturally, he knows the difference between high and low.

"You are just too careful... Damn it, that, that is Chu Fan?!"

Feng Mingtao didn't care at first, but when he glanced at a familiar figure, his face changed immediately:

"This disaster star is really here, is there really something big going to happen?"

He was murmuring in his heart.

He couldn't remember how many times, every time he met Chu Fan, something bad seemed to happen.

"Hmm?"

In the distance, Chu Fan, who had just stepped out of the void, was moved. Seeing Feng Mingtao, he frowned:

"Old Feng, you are here too?"

The moment he spoke, he had already come close and bowed to Jing Xiaolou: "Brother Jing, long time no see."

He then looked at Feng Mingtao who was retreating with a gloomy face, and his eyebrows jumped: "Should I speak about the disaster star?"

"Haha!"

Feng Mingtao laughed and walked towards the Doufa Divine Mountain first:

"Last time I came and went in a hurry, this time I have to take a good look at this first divine peak of Dayong!"

The Doufa Divine Mountain is infinite.

No matter from which direction you look at it, you can never see its edge, just like a mortal looking up at the night sky, and can't see anything outside the night sky.

Chu Fan and Jing Xiaolou exchanged greetings, and the two walked towards the Doufa Divine Mountain at an unhurried pace.

The Doufa Divine Mountain is not so much a mountain as a war fortress that gathers all the heritage of Dayong for 800,000 years.

Even though they were thousands of miles away in the void, they could still feel the bloody murderous aura that was spreading over them, which was fierce and brutal.

When the three of them stepped onto the Doufa Mountain, they found that it was not just their ‘reincarnation soldiers’ who were present.

On the countless Doufa platforms, there were many princes, dukes and ministers of the Great Yong royal family.

Even some princes who had surrendered and offered their territories in recent years gathered here.

“Is something big really happening?”

Jing Xiaolou frowned slightly.

A loud noise suddenly sounded in this dimensional world occupied by the Doufa Mountain.

Dang!

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

Dang!

Dang!

Dang!

…

The grand bells, like starbursts, swung down from the void, sweeping away the smoke and dust, and attracting thousands of rays of light and thousands of auspicious colors.

Buzz~

As the Doufa Divine Mountain trembled slightly, Mo Yin, wearing a simple white robe, stepped out of the void in full view of everyone.

He landed on the top of the Doufa Divine Mountain, on the highest Taoist platform.

"We pay our respects to the emperor!"

As he sat down, the sound of greetings like a tsunami began to rise one after another.

"Are you wondering why I called you all here today?"

Mo Yin sat on the high platform, lowered his eyes to the four corners, and took in everything in all directions:

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

At this point, the waterfall-like rays of light fell with extremely brilliant light, covering a high platform.

"Huh?"

"Ah?!"

"This is..."

Everyone stared at it, and many people took a breath of cold air at this sight.

Some old ministers even blurted out "Your Majesty!"

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

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

"Young people should be afraid of my old age..."