Climb high and look far.
The group crossed the sea of clouds and climbed to the top of the skyscraper. Looking down from there, they felt that the tall buildings on the earth were like gravel and the city walls were like ant nests.
The billowing essence filled the end of the sky as far as the eye could see, like mist.
"Tianshu City is the most prosperous place in our dynasty and even in the world. It is said that in ancient times, a great power once died here to nourish the earth..."
The richly dressed young master chuckled lightly with his hands behind his hands, looked sideways at the casually dressed young man with a lazy attitude not far away, and said:
"What do you think, Master Ninety-Three?"
The noble son's name is Mo Yue, and his father is the 43rd son of the reigning Emperor Dayong. He stands out because of his excellent talent.
"hehe."
Mo Yin responded with a faint smile, ignoring the nominal grandson, looking through the sea of clouds towards Tianshu City.
Tianshu City is the imperial capital of the Eternal Dynasty, a place that everyone in the world yearns for.
The size of its area can hardly be described as a "city". In his opinion, some smaller vassal states are not as big as this city.
The city wall made of 'Dragon Blood Stone' spreads from east to west, endless from north to south, semicircular but not round, which is extremely strange.
Looking down from this extreme height, I can only feel that the city wall is surrounded by dragons and snakes, spanning the sky and the earth, and it is incredibly majestic.
In terms of single momentum, it is even greater than the mountains of Xuandu Sect's outer sect, but Xuandu Sect has nine or nine outer sects and three or three true inheritances.
For example, the outer sect he was in before, Xuandu Sect, had ninety-nine places.
"At first glance, it looks impressive, but in fact, it is self-enclosed and self-proclaimed, which is extremely ridiculous."
"ridiculous?"
Mo Yue frowned slightly, looking at the young man sitting cross-legged on the cow rock at the top of the mountain, his eyes flashed: "What do you mean by Brother Yan's words?"
He recognized this young man.
It was Yan Changsha, the Taoist soldier of the nominal 'Ninety-Three Masters'.
The reason why I remember it is because this soldier was so ferocious.
Since Xuandu Sect came to Tianshu City, he had killed countless practitioners, including many masters from big sects.
"All dharma comes from one 'movement'. The way to practice is to grasp one subtlety, cross thousands of rivers, and explore the world. Tianshu City is the leader of a country. It has the potential of hundreds of rivers to return to the sea, but it has built a city wall to isolate it. , wouldn’t it be ridiculous to do this?”
Yan Changsha's eyes were like lightning, and Mo Yue's expression 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 can be found in various vassal states.
In his opinion, it was unnecessary.
The city wall cannot block the existence it wants to resist, but it blocks some people who want to come in from outside the city wall.
For example, Moyin at this time.
"Eight hundred thousand years have passed, and now Tianshu City is almost saturated and cannot accommodate anyone else."
Glancing at Mo Yin, Mo Yue had some advice:
"The world is vast and endless. There is a better place than Tianshu City. Why don't you consider it?"
Moin did not respond.
Mo Yue said again: "My father promised that as long as you agree to leave, you will be free to choose one of the 84,000 vassal states in Dayong."
"Hahaha, you are so impatient to eradicate dissidents, brothers are fighting against each other..."
Mo Yin seemed to be touched, and a trace of sarcasm 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 in the end, it was a step too late.
Those people not only bribed several elders of the outer sect of Xuandu Sect to harm themselves, but also killed their own 'mother'.
Perhaps, in their eyes, it was just a Taoist soldier, but to him, it was his only relative.
The mother who raised her alone!
"How dare you call the Emperor by his first name!"
Before Mo Yue could speak, the expressions of the people behind him suddenly changed: "This is a capital crime, why don't you kneel down and beg to die!"
The crowd was excited, and even more murderous, locked on Mo Yin and the two.
"I heard that the Dayong royal family has the inheritance of God. The emperors of all generations can pass on their skills to future generations. Over 800,000 years, once the emperor succeeds to the throne, he can transcend five or even six calamities..."
Yan Changsha glanced at the crowd coldly, thoughtfully:
"Even if his life is about to expire, could it be that someone assassinated the king and killed him?"
Dayong is the first dynasty in the Endless Continent, where endless fortunes gather. Although all the gods in the past dynasties have a short lifespan, they are counted in ten thousand years or even one hundred thousand years.
The current man seems to have only been in power for a few years...
"It seems that you refuse."
Mo Yue didn't answer, but sighed softly, with regret:
"It's a pity that you have the best seed of heaven and earth!"
Buzz~~~
As soon as his words fell to the ground, the towering skyscraper peaks suddenly trembled.
Streams of light burst out from the earth, like thousands of long dragons running through the sea of clouds, intertwining with each other.
In an instant, the void seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, stretching and stretching at a speed that even the naked eye could not keep up with...
In the blink of an eye, the space inside and outside this skyscraper peak has become more than ten times larger, and it is expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.
From the folds of the void, shadows flashed out, shadowing each other and covering the sky. Invisible air waves rolled down, and the skyscraper peaks that pressed directly against them trembled.
"It's a big deal..."
In an instant, the world changed drastically, but Yan Changsha seemed to be interested, and he raised his eyebrows and looked at the sky lightly.
Like stars falling from the sky, the nine shadows show their original colors amid the heart-stopping fluctuations.
It looks like a floating continent, like a celestial body that has escaped the constraints of the sea of stars, but it is more like a series of terrifying battleships that have experienced bloody massacres!
There was a slight fluctuation in Mo Yin's cold eyes: "Dayong Fighting Platform!"
The Dayong Dynasty can occupy the most prosperous place in the Endless Continent, naturally it cannot be just relying on God's favor.
It can stand out from the hundreds of millions of hidden dragons, and naturally it has its own horror that cannot be ignored.
The practice methods of ordinary sects and even Taoist holy places like Xuandu Sect have endless changes, but ultimately they still rely on their own cave heaven and blessed land.
Raise Taoist soldiers, refine magical powers, overcome disasters...
It is still a system of its own behind closed doors.
However, the Dayong Dynasty was not like this.
The root of its practice is that it comes from the "Fighting Magic Mountain" of Taizu Dayong 800,000 years ago!
For 800,000 years, all the emperors, emperors, nobles, and officials, as well as soldiers and soldiers, have all used this as a 'seed' to jointly build this 'sacred mountain of magic refining'.
Among them, the strong ones will use the 'Dharma Refining Platform' as the basis, and cultivate 'Dharma Refining Platforms' that can be moved freely, but can also bless the 'Dharma Refining Mountain'!
To build the 'Refining Platform', a tyrannical existence must survive at least three thunder tribulations.
Because they do not have their own Dongtian Mountain Gate, the life span of the monks of the Dayong lineage is far less than that of the orthodox monks.
But also because of the support of the "Sacred Mountain of Magic Refining", the power of fighting is extremely powerful. Before the five tribulations, even compared to the true disciples of the Taoist sect like Xuandu Sect, it was only inferior.
What's especially scary is that all the magic refining platforms come from the same source, and they will bless each other, and the combat power of groups of three to five will be doubled!
If it becomes a large-scale killing formation, even high-level monks will change their expressions.
"The fact that Dayong has survived to this day is not without merit."
Yan Changsha's eyes brightened slightly.
It's not like Mo Yin left nothing behind. The refining method of fighting Taoist soldiers is already in his soul.
Mo Yin understands, so he naturally understands.
It's really no small thing to see it.
From this point of view, the Grand Ancestor Dayong was not an ordinary person, and this method has great potential.
If Jingzhao cultivators support one person, even if their qualifications are average and their condensed seeds of heaven and earth are average, if they are dedicated to one person, they will be far superior to any genius of the same level.
If the next generation emerges as a genius, they may not be able to escape the fate of chess pieces.
It is a pity that such an avenue that should have been opened wide to attract talents from all over the world has been closed by future generations themselves.
Although this eliminates the possibility of overshadowing the guest, it also greatly reduces the height that can be achieved.
"Moin!"
A majestic and majestic voice flowed down from the sky, seeming to freeze the sky and the earth: "Do you think you can dominate the world if you can avoid being hunted by Xuandu's outer gate for a hundred years?"
"Mo Lu!"
Mo Yin's eyes turned cold and he immediately sneered: "You finally showed up!"
Mo Lu, the forty-third son of Emperor Dayong Mo Tianqing, stood out from the hundred sons because of his excellent talent, and was the most promising prince to become the prince.
His mother's family is a big family in the military. She joined the army since she was a child. She has a cold personality and has always acted unscrupulously and without taboos.
It is also one of the purposes of his coming to Tianshu City!
"interesting."
On the refining platform made of pure gold, a middle-aged man wearing a red python robe and a purple gold crown looked down with his hands behind his back, as if he was sneering:
"Want to kill me? Is it because of your centuries-old cultivation, or is it the Taoist soldier behind you who can only boast?"
"As soon as I entered the system, I really forgot how much I weighed..."
Yan Changsha sneered back:
"I am enough to kill you!"
Compared with individuals, systems are certainly huge and unstoppable, but they often forget that they are only individuals, not a system.
From the perspective that he could only see, various words hung down like waterfalls:
【Yan Changsha】
[Identity: Samsara Taoist Soldier]
[Physique: 999012 Jiao]
[Supernatural powers: Immortal-killing Heavenly Sword, God-killing Heavenly Sword, Big Hole Void Fist, Ten Thousand Battles Great Alchemy Technique...]
[Source power: 687 points]
[Evaluation: A day for mayflies and an autumn for vegetation... A dragon can live a long life, and a god can live forever! If you step on the divine gate, you will become an immortal reptile.
Today, it is just a short-lived reptile! 】
"Hahaha!"
Earth-shattering laughter echoed out from each alchemy platform, and warriors with sharp auras stepped out.
"Why does the prince need to kill you?"
The leading young general raised the dragon spear in his palm and looked at Mo Yin and his two men with cold eyes:
"The disciples of the big sect have also killed a lot of people, but someone with such a loud tone as you is really unique."
One hundred years is really short for the monk at this time, not even enough for one retreat, but for him, it is long enough.
It was enough for him to cross the insects, scales, and dragons until he reached the so-called divine gate.
Yan Changsha glanced at Mo Yin and saw the latter nodded slightly before he slowly stood up and said to himself:
"Killing this batch should be enough."
