Great Dao Ji

Chapter 606: The Seven Sons of Butian (the third one is even worse)

When~

A loud bang resounded in the sky, followed by thousands of divine lights exploding like fireworks.

A huge Chinese watch rises from the ground, surrounded by divine light, showing the time.

"The new emperor is coming to the throne!"

"The fourth prince is the most humble person. When the late emperor was alive, he was in charge of all affairs of the court. He ascended the throne at this time, which is what everyone expects."

"It's a pity that we can't go to such a grand event."

Tianjiao City was abuzz with excitement, and many people looked up to the sky with excitement.

Some people feel sorry for it.

Although the new emperor ascended the throne and the people did not shy away from watching, it was naturally impossible for the tens of millions of people in Tianjiao City to flock to the second city.

The Second City District was full of people, and the streets were crowded with people. All the buildings on both sides were overcrowded on every floor, and countless people were craning their necks to look.

In the middle of the Second City District, there is a huge square that can accommodate a million people, with a solemn momentum.

The Temple of Heaven, which looks like white jade, stands here.

Under the Temple of Heaven, many princes and ministers, civil and military officials, guests from the imperial court, and those who came from afar to watch the ceremony all looked solemn.

Waiting for the new emperor to come and worship heaven and earth.

"The change of a secular dynasty, but with so many monks working for it, seems to have the atmosphere of a divine dynasty."

In a quiet teahouse in the third city district, a middle-aged man shook his head and laughed.

This teahouse is located at the junction of the second and third urban areas. It was originally quite lively, but today was special and it seemed deserted.

At this time, there was only one table of guests in the teahouse.

"After all, Emperor Tian Ding was born in the Holy Land and has been in business for thousands of years. His power is not weak. Even without Emperor Tian Ding, it is not comparable to that of ordinary sects."

A young man tapped the table gently and looked out of the window. It seemed that he could penetrate the city wall and see the grand scene of the second city.

The place where the new emperor ascended the throne was in the Second City District.

It looks scattered, but in fact the entire second city district is extremely heavily guarded, while the third city district separated by a wall is actually very peaceful.

"I should be the Lord of the Holy Land, but I choose to be the emperor of this mortal"

Listening to the cheers, the middle-aged man held the tea cup and blew it gently: "What a pity for such a peerless talent."

"Senior Brother Li's words are wrong! The Ding Emperor dared to rebel against Li Tian that day. He was able to survive for thousands of years and was unified in the battle. He is already better than the other ghost guards!"

Zhang Wuji disagreed.

In his opinion, Emperor Ding of that day was the real seeker. His contemporaries, who were once not inferior to many others, had conditions ten times better than his, but now their achievements were more than ten times worse.

This is the choice of path.

"Well."

The middle-aged man didn't seem to expect that this young man had such high regard for Emperor Tianding. He touched his nose and said nothing.

"There are not many people who can compare with Dongzhou for twenty thousand years. It is indeed a pity not to see such a person."

Zhang Wuji's eyes were deep and bright, as if there were stars hidden in them:

"However, it seems that we can still meet that Taoist Yuanyang."

The two of them were talking as if no one was watching, and in fact, none of the waiters and shopkeepers in the teahouse seemed to have heard.

"I heard that the empress of Zhongzhou made a lot of moves after she ascended the throne. It has caused uneasiness in many sects and holy places."

The middle-aged man glanced at the young man unintentionally:

"Junior brother came from Zhongzhou and wanted to know something."

Butian Pavilion is spread all over the states, so naturally there is a way to come and go. However, even if there is a way, not everyone is qualified to come and go freely.

At least, he didn't.

But this young man has this qualification.

This young man's name is Zhang Wuji. He is one of the seven saint sons of Butian Pavilion. His talent and talent are among the best in the world. He has also cultivated top-notch killing methods. He is a genius who is very likely to succeed the chief master of Butian Pavilion.

"Know a thing or two."

Zhang Wuji nodded, his eyes twinkling: "That empress has great ambitions, maybe she wants to prove the Supreme Dao before the sky changes."

Zhang Wuji's tone was calm, but there was a trace of unnoticeable unwillingness.

He didn't come to Dongzhou voluntarily

Enlightenment to the Supreme Being?

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and then shook his head: "Since the Middle Ages, the world has changed greatly. For hundreds of thousands of years, only Guanglong Supreme has attained enlightenment. Although the empress is the most stunningly talented and beautiful person in the Overlord Imperial Court for tens of thousands of years, It’s impossible to succeed.”

The ancient Heavenly Lord, the ancient Holy Emperor, the Medieval Supreme, but from the modern times to the present, there is only one Guanglong Supreme.

In addition, countless heroes have come to an end sadly. The title of lord is already the best in the world, and the number of kings may not be the same in ten thousand years.

Not to mention supreme.

Even Guanglong Supreme has certain fate in it, which is impossible to copy.

Some people even say that even if the Supreme Master Guanglong is alive, there is no possibility of attaining enlightenment today.

"There are some people in this world who cannot judge based on common sense."

Zhang Wuji looked a little complicated:

"Some people are born different. That empress truly possesses supreme qualities. There are only a few people in Kyushu today who can compare with her!"

"You may have the supreme qualifications, but you may not be able to realize the supreme virtue."

The middle-aged man was shocked by Zhang Wuji's admiration for the empress, but he still did not think that she could attain the Supreme Tao.

In the past 30 million years, how many outstanding people have been born?

Among them are those who are said to possess the supreme talent. There are not only one or two people in each generation, but how many can truly achieve supreme status?

In the entire era after the Middle Ages, there was only one person, Guanglong Supreme.

Not to mention, after Supreme Guanglong attained enlightenment, his Tao and principles still pervaded the world.

Originally, the changes in the world have made it difficult to achieve enlightenment. With the pressure of the supreme pressure to exist in the world, the difficulty is much greater than that of the time of the Supreme Guanglong!

Even though countless talented tyrants throughout the ages were unwilling to be suppressed by the supreme pressure and fled to the stars, there has been no news of it for more than 20,000 years.

"Who is sure that he will be able to attain enlightenment? Even if Chu Mengyao cannot attain enlightenment, it is very likely that he will go one step further and be crowned king due to the changes in the world!"

Zhang Wuji's expression changed several times, but he still sighed: "The Overlord Imperial Court has the strongest foundation in Zhongzhou. If it really takes action, even if you are in Dongzhou, you can't stay out of it."

Anything can affect the whole body with a single move. The Overlord Imperial Court is like a divine dragon in the water. A single move by it will cause the situation to change, and the implications will be huge.

"While Guanglong Supreme is alive, I, Butian Pavilion, still have the foundation to exist, let alone today."

The middle-aged man put down his teacup and said:

"Junior Brother Zhang doesn't need to be too afraid of her."

He knew Zhang Wuji's unwillingness.

The Chief Pavilion Master of Butian Pavilion asked him to temporarily avoid the empress's sharp edge and withdraw from Zhongzhou. He obeyed, but it did not mean that he was willing.

"fear?"

Zhang Wuji shook his head slightly: "A truly strong person dares to face up to his own shortcomings and the strength of his opponent. I admire her, but that's all."

He tapped the table gently with an indifferent expression:

"If you are not as good as you are for a while, you will never be as bad as forever. On the road to the Supreme, you will eventually see ups and downs."

"good!"

The middle-aged man nodded in agreement.

His purpose this time was to accompany Zhang Wuji to get familiar with Dongzhou, and to dispel his unwillingness. Now that he had figured it out on his own, he was naturally quite happy.

"The cultivation atmosphere in Dongzhou is far inferior to that in Zhongzhou. There are very few heroes among them. The only one who I admire a little is Tianding Emperor, but I haven't seen him already sitting there."

Zhang Wuji sighed softly, took a sip of tea, and lowered his eyes: "The rest of them are just ghost guards."

The middle-aged man did not respond. He just listened for a moment and then said:

"That day the fourth son of Ding Emperor will ascend the throne."

"You might as well go and have a look."

Zhang Wuji also put down his tea cup, looked north leisurely, and said calmly: "I just happened to meet that Yuanyang Taoist. I came to Dongzhou to meet the heroes of Dongzhou."

Um? !

Before he finished speaking, Wuji's eyes froze.

The sunlight streaming in from the door of the tea house was blocked by someone at some point.

"you!"

The middle-aged man was shocked.

In the faint golden glow at the door, a white-haired Taoist stepped in unhurriedly.

The Taoist had white hair and a Taoist robe. He was neither tall nor low in stature, and his face was not necessarily extraordinary, but his aura was as heavy as mountains and rivers, and as vast as the ocean.

As soon as you step in, you will feel as if the mountains and rivers are shifting, the ocean is pouring in, and the stars are beating against your face.

Indescribably majestic.

"Taoist Yuanyang!"

The middle-aged man suddenly stood up, his eyes seemed to have fire bursting out, and he was powerful.

But there was a trace of unconcealable fear on his face: "I am waiting here only to witness the new emperor of Tianding ascending the throne, not to provoke!"

"Butian Pavilion? It's really a lingering ghost."

An Qisheng glanced at the two of them lightly, found a table at random to sit down, and gently knocked on it to ask the dumbfounded shopkeeper not far away to serve tea.

The aftermath of the battle a hundred days ago is still lingering, and there are currently countless spies from the sect hiding in Tianjiao City.

Along the way, he saw a lot and caught a lot.

Zhu Dahai was a little uneasy. The auras of the two people in the room were too strong, which made him instinctively afraid.

But when An Qisheng went in, he could only carry the chicken in.

"You, your tea."

The shopkeeper tremblingly served tea with fear, but also with peace of mind.

Of course he could tell that these two people had unknown origins, but he was not strong in blood and had low cultivation level, so he was naturally helpless. When he saw An Qisheng coming, he was suddenly heartbroken.

"The tea is good."

An Qi took a sip and nodded slightly.

The shopkeeper was flattered and retreated.

Zhang Wuji stared at An Qisheng for a long time before speaking: "The method practiced by Brother Taoist is quite strange."

Pa~

An Qisheng put down the teacup and his eyes fell on Zhang Wuji: "Butian Pavilion has a lot of background."

The world of Wanyang Realm is vast and boundless. Although the great power has the ability to cross a large state, the time required to cross a state is unbearable.

Not to mention across several states.

This young man has a strong aura, but he is not a prince. Naturally, he does not have this ability. The only one he can rely on is naturally the formation pattern left by the Supreme, the Holy Emperor, and the domain gate.

Feeling the undisguised coldness in the tone of the person in front of him, Zhang Wuji's heart condensed slightly.

"You want to see me."

The two people's faces were reflected in his eyes, and An Qisheng spoke calmly:

"That's just right."

I'm not in a good state, and I'm not very satisfied with what I've written. Please take it easy a little bit. I won't get it today. This doesn't count for ten thousand words.