Great Dao Ji

Yan Changsha's words were lightly spoken, but they seemed to be more powerful than the explosion of thousands of thunders.

In an instant, it was as if the sky collapsed!

The battle platforms that blocked the sky and sun hummed and vibrated, as if they were shaken by invisible forces, and the expressions of the many soldiers on them changed slightly.

Feeling an incomparable and huge threat.

"Huh?!"

Mo Lu's pupils shrank violently for a moment, just a moment, and he had lost all the capture of the outside world.

Indescribable light and heat burst out from the boundless earth, just like a sun that has existed since ancient times burst out with the brilliance of a lifetime in an instant!

Shining through the haze, burning the eight wastelands!

Mo Lu was shocked.

His cultivation was not bad, and his eyesight was even better. Although he could not see, he still noticed what it was.

The Taoist soldier named 'Yan Changsha' must have cultivated an extremely powerful physical magical power, this scattered light and heat.

It was his surging blood and his terrifyingly strong fist!

"Form a formation!"

The shock lasted only a moment. The next moment, Mo Lu had already activated the fighting platform under him, and transformed into layers of divine light to expand and protect himself.

At the same time, when he thought about it, the soldiers on the many fighting platforms seemed to have no fear of the light and heat that was enough to burn the void.

They roared and rushed towards the figure rising from the earth, like a big sun.

"Ah!"

Under the light and heat, screams came one after another.

In the endless blood and qi, Yan Changsha swept across the Taoist soldiers who disappeared in the blood and qi, and countless streams of light appeared in the depths of his eyes.

But it was everything that these Taoist soldiers who died in his hands had experienced, their memories, magical powers, and even the details that they themselves had forgotten, which were also clearly visible.

This is the "Wan Zhan Hua Dan Gong" that he has integrated all the Taoist methods of this world and has taken shape in the past hundred years!

I am the furnace, and the world is the elixir!

All those who are my enemies will be transformed into my food, firewood, and elixir!

Boom!

Boom!

Rumble!

Above the sky, the sound of earth-shaking collisions kept ringing.

On the top of the skyscraper, Mo Yin couldn't help but smack his lips. Although this scene was not the first time he saw it, it still shocked him.

In the past hundred years, he defected from Xuandu Outer Sect and killed many Outer Sect elders and disciples of Xuandu, and even some evil demons and side sect masters.

He has a great reputation in the Dayong cultivation world.

But only he himself knows that it was not himself who did all this, but his own Taoist soldier!

After a hundred years of cultivation, he is no longer the ignorant little fat boy back then. He knows very well that his Taoist soldier is not normal.

Because he was not bound by his own cultivation, he had already surpassed his own ‘three tribulations’ cultivation at this time.

“Dayong Dynasty…”

Mo Yin whispered in his heart, what emperor, he didn’t care at all, just as he didn’t care much about the identity of Xuandu Sect’s disciples.

But these people pressed on step by step, and even killed his mother who raised him, which was unforgivable.

Huh!

Suppressing the throbbing in his heart, he no longer paid attention to the battle outside, and with a thought, he had already sunk into the inner world.

More than a hundred years are insignificant for a cultivator, and even more insignificant for a world.

But his inner world has undergone earth-shaking changes compared to a hundred years ago.

Three tribulations, and high-level tribulations, have made his inner world expand by more than ten times compared to that year?

And the ‘thunder pool’ that is high in the sky and gathers all the thunder essence in the inner world seems to have expanded far more than ten times.

Among them, there are countless "Tao soldiers' seeds" that are like "fish eggs".

This is not the first time he has thought about these Tao soldiers' seeds. In fact, he has tried many times in the past hundred years to cultivate more "reincarnation Tao soldiers".

Unfortunately, they all failed.

So when he was being hunted by Xuandu Sect, he had to activate the fighting platform and use the Dayong Dynasty to repel the enemy.

But because of this, his breath was captured by the "Fighting God Mountain" and he could not avoid the prying of the Dayong royal family.

"Tiandu City is far more dangerous than other places. Changsha alone may not be able to do it..."

Looking at the Tao soldiers' seeds like stars in the thunder pool, Mo Yin had thoughts in his mind.

He didn't care about Mo Lu.

But he couldn't ignore the Dayong Dynasty that ruled the world for 800,000 years, and the old man Mo Tianqing who abandoned him when he was still in his infancy.

Mo Lu thought he was extremely talented, but despite the vast resources of the Great Yong royal family, he could only barely survive the three tribulations.

But his father, who was born as an illegitimate son, had achieved the three tribulations with nothing, and killed all his brothers of the same generation.

Under an absolute disadvantage, he obtained the throne of the Great Yong and took control of the Doufa Divine Mountain.

"Hoo!"

Cutting off his distracting thoughts, Mo Yin stretched out his hand, and the heaven and earth responded. A series of running thunder dragons seemed to be inspired and rolled a Taoist soldier seed from the thunder pool.

This Taoist soldier seed was shaped like a goose egg, but it was about ten feet high, with fine patterns on it, and there were faint electric arcs wandering on it.

It exuded a dangerous atmosphere.

"Reincarnation Taoist Soldier..."

Reaching out and stroking this Taoist soldier seed, Mo Yin was extremely cautious.

Compared with the many Doufa Taoist soldiers that had been refined, he attached more importance to the Reincarnation Taoist Soldier, and this was not only because of Yan Changsha's amazing performance.

It was also because of the Taoist who called himself the spirit of the ‘Yanjie Sand Table’.

In his inner world, he knew everything, but he could not detect the slightest breath of the Taoist, as if he had never existed.

Crack~

Just like the previous mana pouring, Mo Yin was just trying out of habit, but a cracking sound made him raise his eyebrows and feel happy.

Sure enough, after he accelerated the mana pouring, in just a few moments, the seeds of the Taoist soldiers were already covered with cracks.

A hand hammered the ‘eggshell’.

It was a seven-foot-tall, silver-haired young man. He seemed a little dazed and didn’t know where he was, but his breath was slowly increasing.

The refining of the Taoist soldiers was of course not starting from scratch, but was in line with the cultivation of the Lord of the Cave Heaven at this time.

In other words, if it can’t be refined, it’s fine. Once it is refined, although the cultivation of the Taoist soldiers is lower than his own, at the very least, it will be one or two tribulations, and even three tribulations is not impossible!

"Hmm?!"

Mo Yin was carefully observing the cocoon of the 'Reincarnation Dao Soldier', when his mind suddenly moved. He looked up and his pupils shrank.

He saw that the endless thunder essence in the four corners of the sky was swallowed by the thunder pool at a speed that shocked him.

Then, the thunder pool began to shrink and collapse.

It seemed that only a few moments had passed. The thunder pool, which had collapsed to a point that was almost invisible to the naked eye, collided again and became as big as a star.

Then, in Mo Yin's shocked eyes, one by one, the 'Dao Soldier Seeds' fell from the sky, as vast as rain, and continuously.

It is not easy to refine Dao soldiers. Behind any Dao soldier, there are resources like mountains and seas.

With his accumulation over the years, he asked himself that he could only refine three or five Reincarnation Dao Soldiers, but at this time, these Dao Soldier Seeds were like rain.

More than hundreds of thousands?

Boom, boom, boom~

One by one, the seeds of the Dao soldiers pulled the lightning snakes down from the sky and smashed in all directions. Immediately, there was the sound of shells breaking and tearing one after another.

Huh~

After digesting the information that appeared out of thin air in his mind and the body filled with explosive power, Jing Xiaolou looked back.

The wildly dancing thunder spirit filled this world, making it like the kingdom of the Thunder God.

"Another world..."

Jing Xiaolou muttered to himself, unable to calm down for a while.

He had not really stepped out of Xuanxing, but he never thought that he could come to other worlds?

Feeling the 'supernormal particles' filling the world, Jing Xiaolou's heart beat uncontrollably.

Compared to Xuanxing, where supernormal particles are sparse, this place is simply a paradise for Qi practitioners!

He doubted that in such a world, even a pig could be spiritual, right?

"This..."

Mo Yin, who was shocked beyond measure by the rain of thunder eggs, took a long time to come back to his senses.

He only took a look at Jing Xiaolou who had just broken out of the shell, and then he went to the place where the breath that had disappeared for a hundred years was.

The only one who could make such a big noise in the inner world and hide it from him was naturally the Taoist.

Huh~

The world is so far away.

Mo Yin only felt the light in front of him change, and the next moment, he saw the Taoist who was lying high on the clouds and holding the thunder pool.

"You're awake!"

For some reason, the moment he saw the Taoist, Mo Yin's restless heart inexplicably calmed down.

Negative thoughts such as worry, uneasiness, fear, and anxiety all disappeared.

He was surprised, and felt that his 'instrument spirit' was a little unusual...

"Do you want to be the emperor?"

An Qisheng held the thunder pool in his hand and looked at Mo Yin. His deeds over the years were naturally vivid in his mind.

Although a hundred years passed in the blink of an eye, the little fat boy has matured a lot and changed a lot. He is no longer as naive as he was back then, but has become more profound and decisive.

But he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, variables are variables after all.

A hundred years ago, he asked the little fat boy to join Xuandu Sect, just to try to bring him out of the endless continent where the wind and clouds gather.

Unfortunately...

Dragons enter the sea and tigers enter the mountains and forests, which seems to be a fixed number that cannot be violated.

However, he has seen too many people and things in the worlds, so he will not be easily touched. If he fails for a while, it doesn't matter.

"I don't want to be the emperor. But they force me so much, and I have to do it!"

Mo Yin raised his eyebrows, with light and anger in his eyes:

"Not only do you have to do it, but you have to do it ten times better than him, Mo Tianqing!"

"That's up to you."

An Qisheng didn't care much at first, but the moment Mo Yin's voice came out, his heart suddenly moved.

The Daoyitu hidden deep in his soul suddenly moved!

More than a hundred years ago, the first time he used Daoyi's magical power to deduce Mo Yin, he failed, but he did not give up. In these years, he has never stopped deducing Daoyitu.

And now, it seems that he has gained something?

With a thought, he caught the words that flashed on the mottled and desolate scroll.

Emperor of Heaven? !