Yan Changsha's understatement seemed to be more powerful than the explosion of thousands of thunderbolts.
In an instant, it was like the sky collapsed!
The fighting platforms that covered the sky were buzzing and vibrating, as if being shaken by invisible forces, and the expressions of the many soldiers on them changed slightly.
I felt an unparalleled threat.
"Um?!"
Mo Lu's pupils shrank violently for a moment, just for a moment, and he had lost all ability to capture the outside world.
Indescribable light and heat burst out from the boundless land, just like an eternal celestial body bursting out with a lifetime of brilliance in an instant!
Light up the haze and burn all the wasteland!
Mo Lu was shocked.
His practice was not bad, and his vision was sharper. Although he couldn't see, he still noticed what it was.
The Taoist soldier named 'Yan Changsha' must have cultivated an extremely powerful physical magical power, this radiating light and heat.
Astonishingly, his blood was extremely surging, and his fist power was terrifyingly strong!
"Array up!"
The shock only lasted for a moment. In the next moment, Mo Lu had already activated the fighting platform under him, and transformed into a heavy amount of divine light to protect himself.
At the same time, as soon as he thought about it, the soldiers arrayed on the many fighting platforms seemed to have no fear of the light and heat that could burn through the void.
They roared and rushed towards the figure rising from the earth, like a bright sun.
"ah!"
Under the heat and light, screams could be heard one after another.
While the endless blood energy was lingering, Yan Changsha swept across the Taoist soldiers who had disappeared in the blood energy, and countless flowing images appeared in the depths of his eyes.
But it is exactly what these Tao soldiers who died at his hands experienced, their memories, magical powers, and even the details that they themselves have forgotten are also clearly visible.
This is actually the 'Ten Thousand Battles Alchemy Technique' that he has learned to accommodate all the Taoist teachings in this world and integrate them deeply into himself, and it took shape within a hundred years!
I am my furnace, and heaven and earth are my elixir!
All those who are my enemies will be turned into my food, firewood, and elixirs!
boom!
boom!
Boom!
Above the long sky, the sound of earth-shattering collisions could not help but resound.
Mo Yin could not help but gasp at the violently shaking skyscraper peak. Even though this scene was not the first time he had seen it, it still shocked him.
Over the past hundred years, he defected from the outer sect of Xuandu and killed many elders and disciples of the outer sect of Xuandu, and even some evil evildoers and masters of the side sect.
He also has quite a reputation in the Dayong cultivation world.
But only he knew that the one who did all this was not him at all, but his Taoist soldier!
After a hundred years of practice, he is no longer the ignorant little chubby he once was. He knows very well that his Taoist status is not the norm.
Because he is not bound by his own cultivation at all, and has long exceeded his 'Three Tribulations' cultivation at this time.
"Dayong Dynasty..."
Mo Yin whispered in his heart that he didn't care about the emperor at all, just as he didn't care much about the identity of Xuandu Sect's disciples.
But these people keep pressing forward, even killing the mother who raised them, which is unforgivable.
call!
Suppressing the throbbing in his heart, he no longer paid attention to the battle outside. With a thought, he disappeared into the inner world.
More than a hundred years are insignificant to a practitioner, and even more insignificant to a world.
But his inner world has undergone earth-shaking changes compared to a hundred years ago.
After three tribulations, all of which were of a high standard, his inner world had expanded more than ten times compared to before.
And the 'Thunder Pond', which is high in the sky and contains all the thunder essence in the inner heaven and earth, seems to have expanded by more than ten times.
Among them, there are countless "Taoist seeds" circulating like "fish eggs".
This is not the first time he has had the idea of cultivating these Taoist soldiers. In fact, he has tried many times over the past hundred years to cultivate more 'Reincarnation Taoist soldiers'.
Unfortunately, they all failed.
So much so that when he was in danger of being chased by the Xuandu Sect, he had to activate the fighting platform and use the Dayong Dynasty to retreat from the enemy.
But because of this, his aura was captured by the 'Fighting Magic Mountain', and he could not avoid the prying eyes from the Dayong royal family.
"Tiandu City is far more dangerous than other places. Changsha alone may not be able to handle it..."
Looking at the Taoist seeds that looked like stars in the thunder pool, Mo Yin had thoughts in his heart.
He didn't care about Mo Lu.
But he couldn't help but care about the Dayong Dynasty, which had ruled the world for 800,000 years, and Mo Tianqing, the general who abandoned him when he was still in his infancy.
Mo Lu thought he was extremely talented, but with the mountains and seas of resources from the Dayong royal family, he could only survive three calamities.
But his illegitimate son, I, managed to achieve three tribulations without having anything, and even killed all his brothers of the same generation.
Under the absolute disadvantage, he obtained the throne of Dayong and took charge of the Holy Mountain of Fighting Arts.
"call!"
Cutting away his distracting thoughts, Mo Yin stretched out his hand, and the heaven and earth responded. Thunder dragons running one after another, as if inspired, pulled out a Taoist weapon seed from the thunder pool.
This Taoist weapon is shaped like a goose egg, but it is one foot high. It has fine patterns on it, and there are faint arcs of electricity traveling on it.
It smells of danger.
"Reincarnation Taoist Soldiers..."
Reaching out to touch this Taoist weapon, Mo Yin was extremely cautious.
Compared to the many Dou Fa Tao soldiers that he has already refined, he pays more attention to the Samsara Tao soldiers, but this is not just because of Yan Changsha's amazing performance.
It's even more because of the Taoist who calls himself the "Yan Jie Sand Table" weapon spirit.
In his inner world, he knew everything, but he could not detect the slightest breath of that Taoist, as if he had never existed at all.
Click~
Just like the previous pouring of mana, Mo Yin was just a habitual attempt, but a cracking sound made him raise his eyebrows with joy.
Sure enough, after he accelerated the pouring of mana, within a few moments, the Taoist seeds were already covered with cracks.
One hand hammered the 'eggshell'.
It was a young man with a height of seven feet and silver hair. He seemed to be in a trance and didn't know where he was, but the aura on his body was slowly increasing.
Of course, the refining of Taoist weapons does not start from scratch, but is adapted to the cultivation level of the Lord of Cave Heaven at this time.
In other words, if you can't refine it, forget about it. Once you refine it, although the Taoist soldier's cultivation level is lower than yourself, at the worst, it will be one or two catastrophes, or even three catastrophes is not impossible!
"Um?!"
Mo Yin was carefully examining the broken cocoon of the 'Reincarnation Dao Soldier' when his heart suddenly moved. He looked up and his pupils suddenly shrank.
All he saw was the endless thunder energy being swallowed up by the thunder pool at the four poles of the sky at a speed that shocked him.
Then, the thunder pool began to shrink and collapse.
It seemed that only a few moments passed before and after, the thunder pool collapsed to the point where it was almost invisible to the naked eye and collided again, as big as stars.
Then, in Mo Yin's shocked eyes, one after another 'Tao Weapon Seeds' fell from the sky, like rain, in a continuous stream.
Refining Taoist soldiers is not easy. Behind any Taoist soldier are resources as big as mountains and seas.
With his accumulation over the years, he could only refine three or five reincarnation Taoist weapons, but at this moment, this rain-like Taoist weapon seed came.
More than hundreds and thousands?
Dong dong dong~
One after another, the Taoist weapons pulled down the lightning snakes and fell from the sky, hitting them in all directions. Immediately, there was the sound of shells breaking and tearing.
Phew~
After digesting the information that appeared out of thin air in his mind and his body filled with explosive power, Jing Xiaolou looked back in all directions.
The dancing spirit of thunder filled the world, making it like the kingdom of the God of Thunder.
"Another world..."
Jing Xiaolou murmured to himself, unable to calm down for a while.
He has never really stepped out of Xuanxing, but how could he have imagined that he could actually come to other worlds?
Feeling the 'extraordinary particles' filling the world, Jing Xiaolou's heart beat uncontrollably.
Compared to Xuanxing where extraordinary particles are sparse, this place is simply a paradise for spiritual practitioners!
He doubted that in such a world, even a pig could be psychic, right?
"this……"
Mo Yin, who was extremely shocked by the rain of thunder eggs, took a long time to come back to his senses.
He only glanced at Jing Xiaolou who had broken out of his shell, and then left thinking about the aura that had disappeared for a hundred years.
The only one who can make such a big noise in the inner world and hide it from himself is naturally that Taoist.
Phew~
So close to the end of the world.
Mo Yin felt the light in front of him change, and in the next moment, he saw the Taoist lying high above the heavy clouds, holding the thunder pool.
"you're awake!"
For some reason, the moment he saw the Taoist, Mo Yin's somewhat restless heart calmed down inexplicably.
Negative thoughts such as worry, anxiety, fear, and anxiety all disappeared.
He was surprised, and he felt more and more that his 'weapon spirit' was a little unusual...
"You want to be emperor?"
An Qisheng held Tuo Lei Chi and looked at Mo Yin. His deeds over the years were naturally vivid in his mind.
Although a hundred years have passed by in a blink of an eye, the little fat man back then has matured a lot and changed a lot. He no longer has the naivety and ignorance of the past, but is a little more profound and decisive.
But I can't help but sigh in my heart, variables are variables after all.
A hundred years ago, he asked this little fat man to worship the Xuandu Sect, just to try to take him out of the endless continent where the storms gathered.
pity……
Dragons enter the sea and tigers enter the mountains and forests. It seems to be a destiny that cannot be violated.
However, he has seen too many people and things in the world, so naturally he will not be easily touched. If it is not done for a while, it is nothing.
"I am too lazy to do this, Emperor Lao Shizi. But they force me so much, but I have to do it!"
Mo Yin raised his eyebrows, his eyes filled with light and anger:
"Not only do you have to do it, but you also have to do it ten times better than Mo Tianqing!"
"That's up to you."
An Qisheng didn't care much at all, but the moment Mo Yin's words came out, his heart suddenly moved.
The Dao Yitu hidden deep in his soul suddenly moved!
More than a hundred years ago, the first time he used Dao Yi's magical power to deduce Mo Yin was fruitless, but he did not give up. Over the years, Dao Yi Tu's deduction never stopped for a moment.
At this time, it seems that something has been gained?
With a thought in his mind, he caught the fleeting words on the mottled and desolate picture.
Emperor of Heaven? !
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