Climb up and look far.

The group crossed the sea of ​​clouds and climbed to the top of the skyscrapers. From now on, they felt that the tall buildings on the earth were like gravel and the city walls were like ant nests.

The rolling energy fills the end of the sky like fog.

"Tianshu City is the most prosperous place in our dynasty and even the world. According to legend, before ancient times, a powerful man died here and nourished the earth..."

The luxuriously dressed noble man chuckled with his hands behind his back, looking at the casually dressed boy not far away, saying:

"What does Master Ninety-San think?"

The noble son was named Mo Yue, and his father was the 43rd son of the Emperor Da Yong of the dynasty, and he stood out because of his excellent talent.

"hehe."

Mo Yin smiled faintly, ignored this nominal grandson, and looked through the sea of ​​clouds and towards Tianshu City.

Tianshu City is the capital of the Yong Dynasty and the place that everyone in the world yearns for.

The size of its land is almost impossible to describe as a "city". In his opinion, even some smaller vassal states are not as large as this city.

The city wall built by the "Dragon Bloodstone" spreads from east to west, endless from north to south, and semicircular and uncircular, which is extremely strange.

Looking down from this height, I felt that the city wall was surrounded like a dragon and a snake, lying across the heaven and earth, majestic and incredible.

In terms of single momentum, it is even better than the mountains of the outer gates of Xuandu Sect, but Xuandu Sect has the theory of the 99 outer gates and the 33 true teachings.

For example, the outer sect where he was before, Xuandu Sect, had as many as ninety-nine places.

"At first glance, it looks extraordinary, but in fact it is self-confidence, which is ridiculous."

"ridiculous?"

Mo Yue frowned slightly, and looked at the young man sitting cross-legged on the bull stone on the top of the mountain, his eyes flashed: "How can Brother Yan explain this?"

He recognized this young man.

It was his nominal Taoist soldier of the "Ninety-Three Master" and Yan Changsha.

The reason I remember is that this soldier was so fierce.

I have killed many practitioners from Xuandu Sect all the way to Tianshu City, and there are even many masters from major sects.

"All things come from a 'movement'. The way of practice is to grasp the essence, cross the ten thousand rivers, and explore the world. Tianshu City is the dragon head of a country. It has the momentum of returning to the sea, but it has cast a city wall to isolate it. Isn't it ridiculous to do this?"

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

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

There is a peerless formation in Tianshu City, which is not a secret. In fact, similar cities are everywhere among all the vassal states.

In his opinion, it is unnecessary.

The city wall could not stop the existence it wanted to resist, but blocked some people who wanted to come in outside the city wall.

For example, at this time Moyin.

"After 800,000 years, Tianshu City has been almost saturated and cannot accommodate others."

After glanced at Mo Yin, Mo Yue had a persuasion:

"The world is vast and endless, and there is a better place than Tianshu City. Why don't Master Ninety-Three think about it?"

Moyin didn't respond.

Mo Yue said again: "My father promised that as long as you agree to leave, you can take one of the 84,000 vassal states in Da Yong."

"Hahaha, I can't wait to eliminate dissidents, brothers are fighting..."

Mo Yin seemed to be touched, and a hint of sneered sneered face flashed: "It seems that Mo Tianqing is really alive."

After leaving Xuandu Sect, he returned home immediately, but he was one step too late.

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

Perhaps, in their opinion, it was just a mere Taoist soldier, but to him, it was his only relative.

Raising a mother who grew up alone!

"Bold, how dare you call the emperor's name!"

Before Mo Yue spoke, the people behind him were already in a state of erection: "This is a death penalty, so why don't you kneel down and ask for death!"

The crowd was excited and even more murderous intent burst out, locking in Mo Yin and the others.

"I heard that the Da Yong royal family has a inheritance of God. All emperors of all generations can pass on their merits in the future generations. After 800,000 years, once the emperor succeeds to the throne, he can cross five or even six kalpas..."

Yan Changsha swept across the crowd coldly, thinking:

"That is, it's not that life span is about to end, is it because someone assassinated the king and killed the emperor?"

Da Yong is the first dynasty of the Endless Continent, with endless luck gathering. Although all the gods of all ages are not long, they are counted in ten thousand years or even hundreds of thousands of years.

This person in the dynasty seems to have succeeded to the throne for a few years...

"It seems that you refuse."

Mo Yue did not answer, but just sighed softly, not without regret:

"What a pity that your best seed of heaven and earth!"

Buzz ~~~

As his words came to the ground, the towering skyscrapers suddenly trembled.

A stream of light burst out from the earth, just like thousands of long dragons piercing through the sea of ​​clouds, intertwining each other.

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

In a blink of an eye, the inner and outer space of this Ferris peak was more than ten times larger, and it was constantly expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the wrinkles of the void, shadows flashed out, reflecting each other covering the sky. Invisible waves of air rolled down, and the sky-square peaks that were pressing down were trembling.

"It's not small..."

In an instant, the world changed drastically, but Yan Changsha seemed to be interested and looked at the sky with his eyebrows raised.

If stars fall from the sky, the nine shadows show their original colors in the thrilling waves.

It is like a floating continent, if it is freed from the celestial bodies that have been bound by the star sea, it is more like a terrifying warship that has experienced bloody killings!

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

The Great Eternal Dynasty was able to occupy the most prosperous land of the Endless Continent, so naturally it was impossible for it to rely solely on the favor of God.

Its ability to stand out from billions of hidden dragons naturally has its terrifying features that are unignorable.

The practice methods of ordinary sects and even Taoist holy places like Xuandu Sect have endless changes, but the root of it is still based on its own blessings.

Raise the Taoist soldiers, practice magical powers, overcome disasters and disasters...

Still, it is a self-contained one's own unity behind closed doors.

However, the Da Yong Dynasty was not like this.

The fundamental reason for his practice is that one of them comes from the "Fighting Mountain" of Taizu of Da Yong 800,000 years ago!

For 800,000 years, from the relatives and nobles of the emperors and royal families throughout the ages, to the soldiers of all officials and soldiers, they all used this as a "seed" to cultivate this "Sheng Mountain for Refining the Dharma".

Among them, the strong will take the "Material Refining Platform" as the basis and cultivate a "Material Refining Platform" that can be moved freely but can also bless the "Material Refining Platform"!

To cultivate the "Master Refining Platform", it is necessary to overcome at least three powerful existences.

Because there is no one who belongs to his own cave heavenly mountain gate, the lifespan of the monks of the Da Yong lineage is far from comparable to that of the orthodox monks.

However, because of the "Sheng Mountain for Refining the Dharma", the power of fighting is extremely powerful. Before the Five Tribulations, even the true Taoist disciples of the Xuandu Sect were inferior.

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

If it becomes a killing formation, even high-level monks will be disgusted.

"The great eternal life will survive until now, and it is not useless."

Yan Changsha's eyes were slightly bright.

Mo Yin, I didn’t leave anything behind. The method of refining Taoist soldiers for fighting is already in his soul.

Mo Yin understands it, and he will naturally understand it.

It's really amazing to see it.

From this point of view, the Great Eternal Taizu is not an ordinary person, and this method has great potential.

The Jingzhao monks support one person, even if they are of average qualifications, the condensed seeds of heaven and earth are also average. If they are worshipped by one person, they will be far more than any genius of the same level.

If his descendants produce a day of geniuses, they may not be unable to escape the fate of the chess piece.

Unfortunately, such a great way that should have opened the door and embraced talents in the world was closed by future generations themselves.

Although this has no possibility of overwhelming the main players, it has greatly reduced the height that can be achieved.

"Don't!"

The grand and majestic voice drifted down from the sky, as if it could freeze the void world: "Can you escape the pursuit of Xuandu's outer sect for a hundred years? Do you think you can dominate the world?"
To be continued...