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Time flies, time flies, and it is one thousand three hundred years in a blink of an eye.
Huhu~
The strong wind is blowing, and the flowing clouds are drifting away.
On the sacred gold platform that towers into the sky, Jing Xiaolou leans on the railing and looks out. Under the sea of clouds, there is the Tianshu city that stretches for countless thousands of miles, cutting off the north and south like a dragon.
It has been more than 1,300 years since I came to this world as a Taoist soldier.
But even now, looking at this huge city that does not look like a human creation, I am still deeply touched.
A city is like a country.
Just one city area in Tianshu can accommodate everyone above Xuanxing.
"What are you looking at again?"
In the dense void, a figure walked up to the high platform. Its figure was high and its aura was as heavy as a mountain. The space seemed to give way as it stepped.
But it was Feng Mingtao.
"Why did you get out of seclusion today?"
Jing Xiaolou smiled slightly, and then his eyes lit up: "Have you finished practicing the 'Shenxiang Sutra'?"
"Hahaha!"
When he was told what he was proud of, Feng Mingtao laughed loudly: "It has been a thousand years, but I have finally become the 'Great Elephant'!
At this moment, even Chu Fan and Yan Changsha dare to fight! "
"Incredible. Incredible."
Jing Xiaolou praised him sincerely.
Before the era of Xuanxing Fudao, three years after the Great Dream, Su Jie developed a truly perfect batch of 'chips' with the assistance of artificial intelligence Yinglong.
This 'chip' not only has the functions that artificial intelligence should have, but also has the means to gather information for evolution.
Because it is based on the myth of Xuanxing, it is also called the 'godhead'.
The godhead held by Feng Mingtao is the 'Great Divine Elephant'.
"This world is really amazing. Just the magical power in this Tianshu City can allow me to cultivate a 'big divine elephant'."
Feng Mingtao looked at Zixiong and said, "When Chu Fan comes back, I must let him have a good look at it!"
Feng Mingtao's words were not a joke.
He and Chu Fan met during the Zombie King incident in the Xiya Mountains. At that time, he had already mastered Xiangxiquan, and Chu Fan was just an ordinary college graduate.
But as time went on, the gap between the two grew wider.
In Wang Quan's dream, when he was qualified to cultivate Yin and Yang Wuji, he had already reached the ninth level of heaven.
At that time, he could barely keep up with him.
But when Su Jie opened up the Fu Dao Era, the gap between the two was completely widened to an indescribable level.
Of course he was holding a breath in his heart.
"That won't be easy. I heard that Chu Fan has already condensed the divine sword 'Xuanyuan', but you may not be able to defeat him."
Jing Xiaolou laughed dumbly.
It's strange to say that these two people obviously have a very good relationship, but once they get together, something bad will happen.
From the mysterious star to the dream of kingship, and then to this world, everything is like this.
"Then we have to fight it first."
Feng Mingtao was dissatisfied, but stopped joking and asked Jing Xiaolou: "Have you ever perfected the 'Magic Whip'?"
"Difficult, difficult, difficult."
Jing Xiaolou shook his head repeatedly and couldn't help but sigh: "How can it be so easy to order the gods?"
"Ahem."
Seeing that Jing Xiaolou was not in a high mood, Feng Mingtao coughed several times and changed the subject: "I heard that Yan Changsha was very violent during his military campaigns in the past few years?"
"More than just evil?"
Jing Xiaolou's eyes flashed with fear: "Since the current emperor, Yan Changsha has never stopped for a day in the past thirteen hundred years. He has traveled east and west, conquered the north and south, and has conquered thousands of vassal states."
"I heard that sometimes, walking alone, he could conquer several great kingdoms in one day. His men were nothing more than mountains of corpses and seas of blood."
Speaking of Yan Changsha, Jing Xiaolou had some undisguised disgust.
In the past thirteen hundred years, Yan Changsha's name has been resounding throughout Dayong. Not to mention Tianshu, even other forces far away from Dayong will change their expressions upon hearing this.
The number of monks who have fallen by his hands is unknown.
"So fierce?"
Feng Mingtao raised his eyebrows.
He had spent most of these years in seclusion, but he didn't know that Yan Changsha had become so cruel.
"His 'Great Alchemy Skill of Ten Thousand Battles' has long been dismissed as a demonic skill. I heard that in the Seventy-Two Rebels, there are many who are offering high rewards to kill him."
Jing Xiaolou waved his hand: "Let's not talk about him anymore. We haven't seen him for a long time. Let's talk about what we have gained over the years."
"It's what I asked for."
Feng Mingtao agreed with a smile. Just as he was about to speak, his heart suddenly shook.
A majestic and solemn voice came:
"Everyone who hears this sound will come to the Holy Mountain of Doufa!"
"This is?"
Jing Xiaolou frowned.
This person is their nominal 'master', although no one really thinks so.
However, many people still have a good impression of the titular master.
In the past thirteen hundred years, they have been given almost the greatest freedom and authority, and they can take whatever resources they want from the entire Tianshu City and even the Dayong royal family.
Because of this, Feng Mingtao can condense into the 'Great Divine Elephant', otherwise, even if it takes ten times more time, it may not be able to condense into it.
"Since His Majesty the Emperor has summoned us, shall we go and have a look?"
Feng Mingtao was in a very good mood and agreed directly.
Jingxiaolou is perfect.
Buzz~
The next moment, the two of them had disappeared into the void like streams of light.
Following the inexplicable guidance in the depths of the void, it swept away at extremely high speed.
The void in this great world is extremely strange. It is not just one layer, but is composed of billions of infinite dimensions. Both of them have been to the Magic Mountain.
But if there is no guidance, even if it takes thousands of years, I will never find the way.
Without him, this infinite dimension and billions of empty layers are not only full of dangers, but also changing all the time.
Because of this, many evil giants who were forced into desperation also hid in it, making the void dimension even more dangerous.
call!
Following the guidance, the void was torn apart. Not long after, there was no more gloomy color in sight, and a vast brilliance filled all the void dimensions within sight.
Despite the two people's cultivation at this time, they felt dazzling for a moment and frowned slightly.
It took a while before I saw this majestic fairy mountain.
"Logically speaking, such a mountain should not exist at all..."
Feng Mingtao shook his head slightly.
"According to Xuan Xing's perspective, how can an endless continent exist? Surrounded by stars, the center of the universe is actually a continent..."
Jing Xiaolou smiled and pointed forward: "It seems like something big is about to happen. It's not just the two of us who are here."
Feng Mingtao looked around and saw streaks of divine light with different auras penetrating through the void.
"Good fellow, I'm afraid that except for the few people who are leading the army to fight, everyone else is here?"
Feng Mingtao smacked his tongue a little:
"We are all here. Except for those holy places, the Endless Continent is enough to run rampant. Where can there be any major events?"
"Maybe."
Jing Xiaolou didn't say much.
But he would never look down upon a world that was so powerful.
They have only practiced for more than a thousand years, and they have already reached such a state. Even with all kinds of help, this world has only existed for many years.
It can be counted not in terms of tens of thousands of years, but in terms of 'ten thousand epochs'.
Feng Mingtao was obsessed with cultivation. He had not been idle these years. He had read everything from ancient history to the origins of the holy places to some strange myths that had been spread.
Naturally, we know the importance of high and low.
"You are just too careful... Damn it, uncle, then, is that Chu Fan?!"
Feng Mingtao didn't pay attention at first. When he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a familiar figure, his expression immediately changed:
"The disaster star is indeed here. Is there really something big happening?"
He murmured in his heart.
He couldn't remember how many times. Every time he met Chu Fan, something bad seemed to happen.
"Um?"
In the distance, Chu Fan, who had just stepped out of the void, felt something in his heart. When he saw Feng Mingtao, he couldn't help but frown:
"Lao Feng, are you here too?"
The moment the words came out, he was already close to him, and he first raised his hands towards Jing Xiaolou: "Brother Jing, long time no see."
Then he looked at Feng Mingtao, who was retreating with an unlucky face, and his eyebrows twitched: "Should I be the one to speak about the disaster star?"
"Ha ha!"
Feng Mingtao laughed and took the lead towards the Holy Mountain of Doufa:
“I was in a hurry last time, so this time I have to take a closer look at the first sacred peak in Dayong!”
The sacred mountain of Doufa is infinitely huge.
No matter when you look at it from any direction, you can never see its edge, just like a mortal looking up at the night and unable to see anything beyond the night.
Chu Fan and Jing Xiaolou met Li, and the two of them walked towards the Holy Mountain of Fighting Arts without any delay.
The Holy Mountain of Dou Fa is not so much a mountain as it is a war fortress that gathers all the heritage of Dayong over the past 800,000 years.
From hundreds of millions of miles away in the void, one can feel the iron-blooded killing energy coming from the pavement, it is ferocious and fierce.
When the three of them set foot on the Holy Mountain of Dou Fa, they discovered that they were not the only ones present.
On the countless fighting stages, there were many princes, princes and ministers from the Dayong royal family.
Even some princes who had surrendered their territories in the past few years gathered here.
"Is something really big happening?"
Jing Xiaolou frowned slightly,
In this dimensional world occupied by the Dou Fa Divine Mountain, a loud noise suddenly sounded.
when!
The bells roared, shaking the world.
when!
when!
when!
…
A bell as grand as a starburst swayed down from the void, spreading away thousands of hectares of smoke and dust, attracting thousands of rays of rays of light and thousands of auspicious colors.
Buzz~
As the Dou Fa Sacred Mountain trembled slightly, Mo Yin, dressed in a simple white robe, stepped out of the void in full view of everyone.
It landed on the top of the Dou Fa Mountain, the highest Taoist platform on that side.
"We pay our respects to the Emperor!"
As soon as he sat down, the greetings like a mountain roar and a tsunami started to sound one after another.
"Are you wondering why you are all called here today?"
Mo Yinhu stood on the high platform, lowered his eyes, and took in everything in all directions:
"Nothing else, just to welcome you..."
As he spoke, a waterfall of rays of light descended with extremely brilliant light, enveloping a high platform.
"Um?"
"ah?!"
"This is……"
Everyone stared at it, and when they looked at it, many people suddenly took a breath.
Someone even blurted out "Your Majesty!"
"I can't hide it from you after all..."
On the high platform, a middle-aged man who looked like a boy but had silver hair slowly raised his head and looked at Mo Yin:
"The descendants should be afraid that I will decline..."
