Chapter 964: Ruins of the Earth
The sea of clouds is billowing.
The escape light flashes.
The giant ship in the distant sky sailed across the sky, and the spiritual boat towers guarding it were like the beast king's group of beasts.
From time to time, you can see the light shining brightly in the clouds surrounding the huge battleship, and then it turns into stars, blooming with tail flames at the end of the sky, and then disappears completely.
Compared to the monks, those giant ships were behemoths.
However, the giant ship flying out of Yangcheng was like a little bee leaving the hive.
The moment the spirit boat crossed the barrier, Tu Shanjun flew back to the soul flag.
The three-foot soul flag was held in the young man's hand.
Gently shake it to make it look like an inch and put it into the sleeve robe.
In his opinion, there must be an adult's intention in doing this, and he just needs to obey the order.
However, in order to prevent himself from misunderstanding the instructions, Yang Wu still asked: "What is the purpose of this action, sir?"
"I can't let him know I'm back."
Inside the banner, the Taoist priest in black and red robes sitting cross-legged under the big locust tree said this.
After returning to the Taoist Temple in Dacheng, Tushanjun felt very at ease, as if the soul walking outside had finally returned to his body. The feeling of being at home like a fish in water was so comfortable that people didn't want to go out.
He doesn't like trouble.
Refers to all troubles.
He is more accustomed to and enjoys being in the Soul Flag.
Whether it is studying the Taoist scriptures or writing elixir prescriptions, it is a joy.
The world inside the banner is like a paradise, without any disputes with the world, and there has never been any conflict.
Tu Shanjun, who finally returned to the world of soul flags, not only wanted to avoid Jambu Taoist Lord, but also wanted to truly enjoy a moment of peace.
At least in the details of life, Tushanjun does not want to control Martingale Wu.
Regardless of whether Yang Wu wanted to play in the world of mortals or whatever, he only regarded it as a child's curiosity.
Moreover, Tu Shanjun also wanted to see if a monk like Yang Wu who had forcibly left his life in the world could lend his life to him like others, so that his future could be continued, just like other banner masters.
If there is no way forward, you can't go far with only strength.
Yang Wu is very curious about everything in the new world, but his strength is extraordinary. Standing here, he is like an independent immortal. No one can see him, hear him, or perceive him, even those people will They avoid it on their own without even realizing why they want to avoid it.
The monks in Xiaohuang Realm are too weak.
With Yang Yangwu's current strength, even if the transformed god is in front of him, he will not be able to see Yangwu who has used magic power.
"Sir, where are we going?"
"Underground in Yangcheng."
"I want to look for clues from back then."
The sound transmission fell into Yangwu's sea of consciousness, and Yangwu stepped forward.
The iron boots fell to the ground.
No leaves stick to it, no dust rises.
The child holding the windmill ran past him laughing.
The salesman shouted and waved.
…
The old man pushing the waterwheel wiped the sweat from his forehead in the bright sun.
The roaring beasts and galloping horses flew away like smoke and dust under the control of the knights, and there were groups of people carrying flying swords on their backs.
There is a single horn on the top of the head and black hair like a waterfall.
Yangwu, who was nine feet tall, walked like a giant in the hustle and bustle.
Everything seemed so slow in the giant's eyes.
The cloak-like robe outside the elegant attire fluttered with his footsteps.
One step at a time.
Wrapped in light red light, Yang Wu performed the escape technique of shrinking the ground into an inch.
In an instant, the world changes.
The bright sunshine and the smoke and smoke of the world disappeared, and what came into view was a gray sky and vast ruins like an ancient battlefield.
"forward."
A somewhat hoarse ghost sound echoed in the ethereal space.
Yangwu took another step.
Buzz.
An invisible barrier rippled.
"This is?!"
Yang Wu looked at the golden ripples in front of him and the long dragon stairs behind him in surprise: "Formation?"
He stretched out his finger and pointed at the ripples. With his current strength, this formation could be broken at any time.
"Wait a minute."
Yang Wu looked sideways and saw that Tushanjun, dressed in black robe, had already stepped out of the flags.
"How can this place be restored?"
Tushanjun looked solemnly at the stairs behind him, the towering giant door in front of him, and the keyhole that looked like a seal in the center of the giant door.
His expression was uncertain.
Back then, he used the incense seal to open the door, but later the incense seal completely disappeared.
Later, after Taoist Brother Yuyan obtained the inheritance, this place should have collapsed.
Who rebuilt this place?
Taoist brother Yuyan, or Taoist Lord Jambu?
Or maybe both.
No matter who it is, the arrow is on the string and must be fired.
Tu Shanjun twisted his hand and pushed out a circular seal with his green and white palm.
The seals were quickly filled in and drawn, turning into a huge formation covering the towering stone gate in front of them.
Countless mist gathered in the central seal void.
Accompanied by a click.
An illusory seal sat down.
Boom!
…
Yangcheng.
Zhengyang Hall.
The collision angle is like the rays of the sun, and the glazed tiles reflect the brilliant golden color.
This place is the hinterland of Yangcheng and where the city lord's palace is located.
This main hall is used by the city lord's palace to welcome guests.
The handsome young man with blond hair hanging on his shoulders said with a smile: "The city lord is joking. We, the Sunset Sword Sect, have friendly relations with Yangcheng. How could we occupy the mineral resources there? It is precisely because we are in the border area that my senior brother sent I'm here to discuss it."
The cultivator sitting in the main seat was nearly middle-aged, with a handsome face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, exuding the unique aura of the late Nascent Soul stage, and picked up the teacup beside him.
He said: "Fellow Daoist Tianji is so sincere, this government will certainly not refuse the joint development of the mine."
It is said to be a joint development, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that the city lord of Yangcheng is as stable as Mount Tai, but it is the cultivator of the Sunset Sword Sect who came to visit.
This person is also the second in command of the Sunset Sword Sect.
Tianji Sword Master, Feng Chengyin.
"But this matter..."
"Is there an accident?"
"Indeed."
Feng Chengyin nodded solemnly: "There is a small family where the mine is located."
"Since it is a small family, it should be a vassal of one of our families."
The current city lord of Yangcheng showed a curious look. Why is the other party so serious? You must know that the True Man Jifeng of the Sunset Sword Sect finally broke through the realm of the True Lord after accumulating a lot of experience.
Of course, this is inseparable from the support of the one behind them.
As the current city lord of Yangcheng, the people behind him are powerful enough to reach the sky.
As a registered disciple of the Taoist temple, he came to Yangcheng to take over this place after achieving this realm and protect everything for the master of the Tianyang Divine Sect.
"The Wen family."
"The Wen family?"
Feng Chengyin explained: "Since the previous city lord stepped down, you have taken over Yangcheng not long ago, and I don't know what kind of family this Wen family is."
"I once thought they had completely left, but I didn't expect that there were still people left in the small wilderness."
"This clan left Jinzhou, and only the old, weak and sick who couldn't keep up with the road ahead were left, and their core clan has actually taken root in the East Wilderness."
"It's even more heard that the ancestor of the Wen family broke through the God Transformation Realm and was able to cast Dao soldiers, even in the East Wilderness Realm, he has the qualifications to live in a corner."
"This... is really not easy to deal with." The city lord nodded slightly.
If it were an ordinary family, it would always have to rely on one of them, but the other party was like a behemoth, and more importantly, such a behemoth came from Jinzhou.
The rise of the Wen family is quite legendary.
The Jindan Zhenren who walked out of Xiaolingzhou with the iron corpse opened up a place for the Wen family to survive in Xiaohuangyu, and then moved up all the way until it became the largest family in Xiaohuangyu.
Unexpectedly, the ancestor of the Wen family decided to move the whole family and planned to use the giant ship to go to the East Wilderness.
The cultivator named Wen Peng was also really amazing.
He was able to return alive after crossing the domain barrier and brought back a real giant ship.
Then he broke through the transformation of the spirit.
"Three points are enough."
The city lord waved his hand and said.
No matter how unbearable the small family is, they must give face to the people behind them. The loss of a mere spiritual stone vein is nothing to mention for Yangcheng.
He didn't want to hear about the style of the Wen family, because it was their Yangcheng that was more legendary!
Since the ancestor left with the ship, he first broke through the True Lord, then entered the Transformation of the God, and refined the false and true to be the Great Sage!
The Yangcheng branch of the year has spread and become a force that cannot be ignored by the Tianyang Divine Sect. With sufficient resources for cultivation and the inheritance of the great sect, their path is countless times smoother than before.
Like the eldest brother, who has received the true teachings and possesses supreme talent, if he had not hidden in the Taoist temple and was willing to be the ancestor's brother, he would have been a powerful existence that shook the world and stirred up the wind and cloud if he went out to any place.
He didn't need to pay attention to those floating sects and families.
Even if that family had a master of transformation.
Feng Chengyin nodded and felt a little disappointed.
He didn't specifically start with the matter of the Wen family, but he felt that the Wen family should be related to that person back then, and Yangcheng was even closer to that person.
So he took this opportunity to ask indirectly.
From the look of the city lord, he didn't seem to be familiar with the Wen family.
He had never even heard of the news of the Wen family.
He couldn't ask the city lord directly about the situation of the green-faced and fanged ghost king who was on good terms with True Man Yunyan.
Why was he so concerned about the other party?
It wasn't that Feng Chengyin was interested in the natural dark red long hair.
It was his senior brother's sigh: it seemed that after having contact with that person, his fate had changed significantly. He was obviously about to die, but he got help to break through the realm of True Lord.
The eldest brother who had been on the verge of death and then on to a new life would actually lament the impermanence of fate.
This was something he had not expected.
As he investigated further, he came to an astonishing conclusion.
The Wen family seemed to have had a connection with him.
Therefore, he wanted to know how that person was doing now.
Dead or alive.
Unfortunately, the new city lord still knew nothing.
Feng Chengyin was inevitably disappointed.
"Boom!"
The new city lord of Yangcheng suddenly widened his eyes, stared at Feng Chengyin, and asked viciously: "Did you hear the sound?!"
"Sound? What sound?"
Feng Chengyin was stunned.
"Not good!"
The new city lord shouted.
The terrifying pressure burst out.
"God of Transformation!"
Feng Chengyin suddenly opened his mouth in shock.
The new city lord, who had burst out the spirit of God of Transformation, probed out his huge spiritual consciousness.
He could not detect anyone at all.
However, he saw the endless darkness underground.
It must be there!
He cast the escape light without any hesitation.
Feng Chengyin recovered from his daze and also turned into a light to follow.
Happy Dragon Boat Festival.
Later,
Really late.