Chapter 22 Lingxiao Palace

"Disassembled?" He Yiming's face was indescribable, and this answer puzzled him.

When the city wall outside Hejiazhuang was built, I don’t know how much energy and wealth the family had spent.

This is just a small Hejiazhuang. Among the countries in the northwest, the city walls of those capitals and well-known cities took countless efforts by generations to reach their current scale.

However, the Battle of Jin actually said it easily, which really made him feel a strong and strange.

As if he saw what He Yiming was thinking, Jin Zhanzhan smiled and said, "Brother He, the function of the city wall is to resist foreign humiliation. It does play a crucial role for ordinary cities and ordinary troops. But for us, do you think a mere city wall can block a real master?"

He Yiming was slightly stunned, and a look of suddenness flashed across his face.

Jin Zhan is right. There must be strong people of the Venerable level in the Lingxiao Palace. As long as they are here to take charge, no matter how many troops there are, it is useless. Similarly, only the Venerable level in the Lingxiao Palace are strong people.

Once they dare to invade Lingxiao Palace, it is not something a city wall can resist.

Jin Zhan's eyes fell on the distant city and sighed: "If one day there are really a large number of soldiers, then it will be the time when our Lingxiao Palace is destroyed. With the city wall, it is difficult to escape. Without the city wall, you can escape a few more."

He Yiming nodded, agreeing with his thoughts very much.

With the current power of Lingxiao Palace, naturally no force can reach the city, but no one can guarantee that it will last forever.

Even the Five Elements Sect, which once dominated the East and was known as the world's number one sect, has disappeared, and Lingxiao Palace has not been without such a day...

As the convoy continued to approach, the city in front of us became increasingly huge, especially looking at the tall tower in the center of the city, it really made people feel as small as an ant.

"Brother Jin, is the Lingxiao Palace in this city?" He Yiming asked in a deep voice.

Jin Zhan Zhan laughed in silence and said, "Brother He, this is our Lingxiao Palace."

He Yiming was slightly stunned, and the expression on his face suddenly became strange. He couldn't help but draw a big circle with his hands and said, "The whole city is the Lingxiao Palace?"

"No," Jin Zhan said proudly: "Brother He doesn't know that thousands of years ago, this place was just a barren land. Later, after our founding ancestor, we built the Tongtian Pagoda here, the entire sect began to develop gradually. For thousands of years, with the Tongtian Pagoda as the center, a huge city that can accommodate millions of people has been formed."

He Yiming gasped, and the Hengshan lineage also has a history of three thousand years.

However, in comparison, the Hengshan lineage rarely communicates with the outside world, so although the population has increased slightly over the past thousands of years, it is only more than 2,000.

Compared with the Lingxiao Palace, the two are like lice and elephant, which is far different.

He Yiming was silently staring ahead, the Lingxiao Palace of the Super Sect with a population of millions, and he was filled with great excitement.

If one day Hejiazhuang can have such a scale, that would be the real regret in this life.

Without the obstruction of the city walls, there are countless avenues that can enter and exit the city.

The convoy of Zhang Zhongyi and others was extremely conspicuous. If you came to other cities, it would definitely attract attention. However, after entering this huge city, it was like a stone thrown into the sea, and even a little wave could not be splashed.

It was not until he entered it that He Yiming truly realized the strength of this city.

Among the people walking on the street, most of them are cultivators. Although the cultivation level of most people is only about the third or fourth levels of internal energy, you can see cultivators above the seventh level of internal energy at any time when you glance.

This ratio is really terrible. Although it is the case above the main peak of Tianchi, the population gap between the Lingxiao Palace and the main peak of Tianchi is clear at a glance. So the difference in overall strength is also known to everyone.

The largest sect in Dashen is indeed well-deserved.

From the outermost periphery of the city, slowly approaching the center, a hundred feet away from the center, He Yiming finally saw a wall.

This wall is not high, only about two feet. But inside and outside the wall, it seems that there are two completely different worlds.

When the convoy arrived at the entrance of the wall, no one stopped him and interrogated him, but on the two sides of the wide avenue, someone respectfully saluted the convoy.

He Yiming's eyes turned and he immediately captured the surrounding environment.

Inside and outside the wall, it is clearly divided into inner and outer cities in the city. Those who can enter the inner city must be elite figures within the sect.

The inner city is far less lively than the outer city, but from the hundreds of feet away from the wall to the central tower, He Yiming had already sensed two huge auras of innate power. And the closer he got to the tower, the heavier He Yiming's heart became.

Because he could sense that there were more powerful people there.

Finally, the carriage stopped. When He Yiming walked off the carriage, he was already standing under the giant tower.

Looking up here, the top of the giant tower seemed to have condensed into one with the sky, and it was impossible to see the end.

Here, there is a huge pressure, which is the precipitation of thousands of years of history. It seems that at this moment, it makes He Yiming's body full of heavy pressure, like an invisible shackle, locking him firmly in place.

Although this tower is far less tall than the main peak of Tianchi in the northwest, it gives people a shocking feeling.

Although the main peak of Tianchi is high into the sky, it is a masterpiece of nature after all. It is one of the highest peaks in the entire northwest mountain range.

The founder of Tianchi Mountain in the past only discovered that mountain and created the Tianchi lineage there.

However, here is different. This tower is not born, but built by manpower.

This is a building, something that humans built from this flat land with their hands.

After seeing this building, He Yiming's shock was definitely not inferior to the strong feeling he felt when he first saw the main peak of Tianchi.

After a while, he let out a long sigh and said, "Brother Jin, how much labor has it been spent on the construction of this tall tower and how was it built?"

Jin Zhan shook his head slightly and said, "According to ancient books in the gate, this tall tower was entirely done by the founder."

He Yiming was stunned for a moment and said angrily: "Brother Jin, do you believe it?"

Jin Zhan Zhan smiled bitterly and said, "Brother He, have you ever believed in the legend of Shinto?"

He Yiming hesitated for a moment, and suddenly turned several thoughts in his mind.

The legend of Shinto had already disappeared thousands of years ago. At least in the past thousands of years, no one has ever seen Shinto master appear with his own eyes. However, in the hearts of every warrior, there is a desire that cannot be described in words.

This is even He Yiming.

The voice of the Battle of Jin sounded faintly: "Brother He, although the people in Shinto have disappeared, the miracles they left are in front of you."

He Yiming's body trembled slightly, his eyes gathered on the tower, and he could no longer shrink back.

Miracles are the legendary traces that only masters of Shinto can leave in the world.

Without exception, these traces are far beyond human capacity.

He Yiming used to be half-believing and half-doubted, but now after seeing this tower with his own eyes, he truly believed it in his heart.

There is no other explanation except for the use of miracles to describe them.

Although He Yiming didn't know much about architecture, he also knew that the taller the building, the more difficult it was to build. Such a giant tower could never be built by craftsmen today.

For a moment, a stormy feeling surged in He Yiming's heart.

He took two steps forward, slowly stretched out his hand with a pious heart, and slowly stroked the appearance of the tower.

The tower's appearance is smooth and cool, but it is full of alternative power. When He Yiming's hand touched it, he could even feel the huge power contained in it.

This is a kind of unswerving force, which is almost the same as He Yiming's feeling when facing the main peak of Tianchi in the northwest.

An incredible look appeared on He Yiming's face. He hesitated for a moment and slowly instilled his true energy into it.

At the same time, the image of the giant peak of Tianchi also appeared in his mind.

The scenery in front of him seemed to change suddenly, and he seemed to see a giant tower slowly rising from the ground. This giant tower was indeed not built, but rose out of thin air from the ground.

Although this was just an illusion, He Yiming had a strong feeling. Everything in his mind was a fact that once happened on this land...

There seemed to be some unknown secrets hidden in this tower, and these things were conveyed into his mind through some magical power, allowing him to see the process of the tower from birth to growth.

In a trance, He Yiming had a clearer understanding of Qingtian Yin. If it weren't for the different environment at this time, he would even have the desire to let go of the battle with Jin again.

Although He Yiming did not act like Optimus Prime, behind him, Zhang Zhongwei and Jin Zhanzhan sensed the special feeling that was like a mountain ridge rippling on He Yiming.

The two of them looked at each other and couldn't figure out what was going on with He Yiming.

After a long time, He Yiming finally withdrew his palm, and his face became more and more bizarre.

Jin Zhanzhan asked suspiciously: "Brother He, what's wrong with you?"

He Yiming pointed to the tower and said uncertainly: "Brother Jin, the feeling this giant tower gives me is not built."

The Battle of Jin was inexplicably frowned slightly, what was this?

He Yiming's eyes flashed. He looked at the tower and said word by word: "This is born from the underground."
Chapter completed!