Great Dao Ji

There are various visions and changes in the sky. Except for the lack of heavenly calamity, the promotion of that Taoist Yuanyang is the same as that of any powerful king in the legend.

Who would have thought that in just thirty years, he could reach such heights?

Miao Meng's heart was complicated. This kind of talent was not even found in legends, was it?

At the foot of the mountain, there are not only many sects' holy places, but also masters from other states and even foreign races, the elders of Dashi Holy Land, and several Supreme Elders are also here.

The Wanlong boat stopped in the distance, and the arrival of the people from Wanfa Tower attracted a lot of attention, but it did not cause any disturbance.

In fact, there are many people in the Holy Land here today, and there are even more people from major sects. Although Wanfa Tower is famous, it is not worthy of their fuss.

"King Yuanyang is in seclusion. I can't let you go up the mountain without asking for permission. Please bear with me." Fang Yingqiu apologized slightly.

After the war, Lin Fengmo went into seclusion in shame and anger, and the Holy Lord of Da Shi did not appear in front of people. At this time, Fang Yingqiu was in charge of the Holy Land of Da Shi.

These days, he is also at the foot of the mountain.

"Elder Fang is too polite." Miao Meng did not dare to neglect and nodded in response.

Fang Yingqiu's cultivation is not inferior to that of the former Qian Shishi. He is also a truly powerful person in the Holy Land of Da Shi, and no one dares to neglect him.

After a few words of conversation, Miao Meng and others also walked aside, sitting or standing, waiting quietly.

"Many experts from foreign races such as the Gale Clan, Shenlin Clan, and Spirit Clan have also come. Are these people really here to congratulate them?"

Yuan Duxiu sat down, but his peripheral vision swept around, and he felt suspicious.

The birth of the human race and the title of King Juedian are certainly earth-shattering events, but the relationship between the human race and other races is not good. Tens of millions of years of hatred cannot be erased by a short period of peace.

If he said that they came here to congratulate him sincerely, he really didn't believe it.

"There are experts"

Yuan Duxiu looked around, and a voice that had not sounded for a long time came from his heart again.

Mu Longcheng spoke.

After several attempts, he found that nothing could escape An Qisheng's plan, so he settled down to think about it, and finally gave up the idea of ​​testing.

But he was too lazy to pay attention to Yuan Duxiu for a long time.

"teacher?"

Yuan Duxiu was slightly surprised: "Are you awake?"

Mu Longcheng ignored Yuan Duxiu's meaningless words and whispered: "There is an old carriage three hundred and forty miles northwest of you. Have you ever seen it?"

"Um?"

Yuan Duxiu's eyes moved slightly. Although he had only glanced briefly before, his state at this time was different from the past. All the scenes within a radius of thousands of miles had been reflected in his mind at a glance.

Hearing Mu Longcheng's words, he couldn't help but think about it.

More than three hundred miles northwest of him, there was indeed an old chariot, pulled by a strange ox, with no roof or shed.

At this time, the grandfather and grandson were sitting.

The old man's beard and hair are all white, with white hair and chicken skin. His eyes are cloudy and his body is stooped. The younger one looks about six or seven years old. He looks like a cute porcelain doll.

He glanced at it before, and the old man should have condensed the sky, but the young man seemed to be "convinced".

"Is there something wrong with them?"

Yuan Duxiu had a thought in his mind, and pretended to glance up inadvertently, his eyes lingering on the old man for a moment.

But no clues were found.

"Looking at the old, you may not be older than looking at the young." Mu Longcheng stared at the porcelain doll-like child through Yuan Duxiu's body.

At that moment, the little child also raised his head as if unintentionally, smiling harmlessly and innocently.

Mu Longcheng had no eyes at this time, and what he saw was not visible to the naked eye. His 'Sacred Art of the Heart of the Ten Thousand Methods and Four Tribulations' could see the heaven and earth in detail, and he concentrated on it.

Everyone is just a "swarm of particles" that is indistinguishable from other matter in the world.

Naturally, one can also see that there is something terrifying and silent in the seemingly ordinary body of the 'child'.

"The little one?"

Yuan Duxiu frowned inwardly.

"You don't have to look, you can't see anything."

Mu Longcheng's heart was filled with ripples, as if he was guessing something, but he didn't show off and spoke directly:

"Under the childish face, the heart is already old. There is an old demon hidden in that small body and it still has the aura of a treasure!"

Treasure? !

Yuan Duxiu's pupils shrank.

From ancient times to the present, from all eras to the present, it is better than the treasures left by the disciples. It may be called a saint, or it may be called a god, but it cannot be called the supreme.

The most precious treasure is and can only be the treasure of enlightenment refined by ancient and modern emperors!

The 'Diamond Bracelet' that Guanglong Supreme made with great magic power in his later years cannot be called a treasure. Even if it is the most powerful one in the imperial court, it is just a 'prototype of treasure'.

Come to congratulate, but bring the most precious treasure?

What does he want to do? !

"Incompetent rage is useless. I am telling you this to prevent you from going to die, not because I think that knowing this will be of any use."

Yuan Duxiu was shocked and angry, but Mu Longcheng was as calm as water: "If you don't experience it yourself, you will never believe that the bad nature of monks is not much better than that of ordinary people."

He was not asleep, and could not sleep at all.

These days, he has seen everything Yuan Duxiu has seen, heard, and known. He has even seen more and thought deeper than Yuan Duxiu.

Thirty years after he was born, he traveled across all realms and reached the pinnacle in one fell swoop. This is something that can be called a myth even in legends, so naturally not everyone will believe it.

In particular, the heavenly disaster that symbolizes the Heavenly Realm, or in other words, the heavenly punishment has not yet come.

This will inevitably lead to temptation from many people.

"If someone really wants to take action in Dashi Mountain, I'm afraid it won't be just one person."

Being demoted as worthless by Mu Longcheng, Yuan Duxiu didn't take it seriously and frowned deeply.

He was a little helpless.

After decades of practice, he has traveled across all realms in his true form and cultivated into the cave. In addition, with the Holy Body of the Great Sun, there are few people at the same level who can match him.

But my younger brother's enemy has already reached the level of the Supreme Treasure.

How can he get involved? What can be done?

"Whether it's one person or tens of millions of people, you don't have to control it, and you can't control it. If you don't get held hostage, it might be enough for him."

Mu Longcheng stopped talking again.

Yuan Duxiu was a little angry now, but he still had to admit that with his current level of cultivation, it seemed that he could do nothing except be coerced.

"An Qisheng, what exactly do you want to do?"

Mu Longcheng murmured in his heart.

He can see it, so can An Qisheng not see it?

It can be seen from the fact that Yuan Duxiu's 'Ten Thousand Techniques and Four Tribulations Heart Sacred Technique' can be transformed into the 'Luck Seizing Sutra', that An Qisheng must have a way to steal his own technique.

Naturally, what he can see, he can also see, or even see more clearly!

So what exactly does he want to do?

“It’s so lively”

In the rolling sea of ​​clouds, Chu Yunyang lay lazily in it and sighed: "Are these people really not afraid of death? They know that this is the king, but they still dare to come and pry."

Of course he was very fast. The moment he made up his mind, he set off and naturally arrived at the Holy Mountain of Da Shi.

Naturally, I also saw an endless stream of experts.

It was rare for him to see so many masters gathered in the past, but at this time, the master was still in retreat, but these rare masters were waiting at the foot of the mountain.

"The human heart is complex, and the same person can have thousands of thoughts. The goals of these people are probably different, but the goal is that King Yuanyang."

Zhao Zhen stood in the sea of ​​clouds, his clothes dancing, and his expression was a little subtle when he heard this:

"The secrets of the Tongtian Realm are very attractive to many old immortals. After all, this person suffered a battle first and has not survived the catastrophe. Maybe someone wants to test it."

Throughout the ages, there have been dragons and phoenixes who have attained enlightenment, there have been holy spirits who have attained heavenly attainments since they were born, and there have been unparalleled geniuses who have transcended ranks to fight.

But there has never been a person who did not survive the catastrophe and was crowned king.

If he hadn't seen the deceptive formation, he would have been ready to make a move in the face of the only giant who had been promoted to king in the Huangji Continent in tens of thousands of years.

Now that I think about it, could it be that the person who has never survived the tribulation is

"These were not mentioned in the information purchased from Tianji Pavilion a few days ago. Maybe you are overthinking it. Even my little sister will not easily offend such a giant."

Chu Yunyang didn't quite agree with Zhao Zhen's words, but instead believed that there was a dark plot behind these people who came.

Otherwise, many of the experts who came here today are extremely far away from Dongzhou.

"Who knows?"

Zhao Zhen did not argue with the third young master, but he did not think that the empress dared not

That guy is really brave!

Silence fell in the sea of ​​clouds, and the two of them waited quietly, looking at the figures who came from time to time, with different thoughts.

Huhu~

The Suspended Heavenly Palace is majestic and solemn, and when viewed from the bottom up, it is even more intimidating.

It’s just that the floating palace is empty at this time.

You can hear a needle drop in the huge palace complex, and there is no smell of other people.

Only An Qisheng sat cross-legged under the old tree with his eyes closed, taking in the air, and heard the sound of thunder and explosions from time to time in his belly.

And Zhu Dahai was squatting beside him, swallowing pills from time to time.

During the days when An Qisheng was in seclusion, Zhu Dahai, who was closest to him, naturally received great benefits.

As one of the three holy places that controls the refining of all elixirs in Dongzhou, Dashi Holy Land will naturally not be short of elixirs.

Boom~

Boom~

Dong dong dong~

Explosions like muffled thunder and hammer bones sounded from time to time. This was the sound made by the various spiritual materials An Qisheng swallowed being crushed by his stomach and intestines.

Use your body as a furnace to melt all kinds of spiritual materials to create your own treasure!

"Kacha kacha~"

Zhu Dahai was used to it, and he kept his mouth empty. He swallowed a lot of pills. From time to time, he took out one or two pills and stuffed them into his ear holes.

It was eaten by the golden-winged roc that looked like a chicken. The latter's belly was round after eating, but he was still being fed non-stop and rolled his eyes.

Eating is his spiritual practice.

It was An Qisheng who developed the most suitable technique for him based on his bloodline and temperament.

In fact, he has indeed made rapid progress. In just thirty years, with the help of many spiritual rice pills, he has completely mastered his own bloodline.

The physical strength is not inferior to that of the Holy Spirit of the same level, but the strength is even greater.

"Huhu~"

At a certain moment, the sound of explosions that resounded through the suspended heavenly palace disappeared, replaced by a long and incredible sound like a dragon sucking water.

Visible to the naked eye, the suspended heavenly palace with a radius of more than ten thousand miles seems to have turned into a whirlpool.

With it as the center, the sea of ​​clouds in the sky tens of thousands of miles long billows.

"Who caused the celestial phenomenon?!"

At the foot of the mountain, which had been silent for a long time, a voice sounded just a moment before the sea of ​​clouds rolled.

Almost at the same time, eyes that were either plain, cold, domineering, or turbid were fixed on the sky.

I saw a series of spiritual machines criss-crossing each other, roaring back and forth like real dragons.

Swallowed by the whirlpool formed by the suspended heavenly palace!

Faintly, there was wind blowing over the earth, and an invisible but vast breath gradually flowed out from the ‘vortex’.

“Again?!”

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