Chapter 1 Baffled

Doubtful.

Shocked.

Yuan Duxiu's heart was filled with mixed feelings.

When Miao Meng mentioned it before, he had already had a vague guess in his heart. Now, even Wu Erlang, who was known as "the only one who fought Yuanyang Daoist and retreated unscathed," said the same.

He couldn't help but believe it.

But, how could this be possible?

His little brother from two years ago was only one year old.

He had heard that in ancient times, there were Holy Emperor's descendants who were enfeoffed as marquises at birth, with extremely powerful bloodlines and astonishing combat power.

But that was a legend among legends, and even in legends, such disciples had the supreme inheritance and enlightenment during pregnancy.

His little brother was抱 out of his mother's womb by his own hands.

He still couldn't forget the heartache he felt when he saw his little brother's face full of wrinkles, like an old man.

At that time, his little brother's origin was depleted, his Qi and blood were weak, and his lifespan was nearing exhaustion. He could die at any time.

Even if he showed inhuman wisdom afterwards, wisdom was just wisdom. Could the accumulation of power be achieved in one step?

If he had been able to kill a Dongtian (Cave Heaven) expert two years ago, what realm would he have reached now?

Invincible?

Yuan Duxiu staggered, still finding it hard to believe.

"It seems you don't know anything."

Yuan Duxiu's astonishment naturally couldn't be concealed from the people present. Wu Erlang shook his head, losing interest in Yuan Duxiu.

His attention to this Yuan Duxiu was mostly because of that Yuanyang Daoist.

Otherwise, although the Great Sun Holy Body was remarkable, it was not worth his attention until it had grown up.

"What should I know?"

Yuan Duxiu calmed his mind, looking at this Tianjiao (Heaven's Pride) who had been famous in Tianding Kingdom for decades, but he no longer had any reverence or fear in his heart.

He used to admire and respect the three Tianjiao of Tianding, regarding them as the goals he pursued in his life.

But now he no longer had that feeling.

Because they were far from as high as he had imagined, or rather, he had already approached, reached, or even surpassed this height.

At this time, when he saw the three of them again, the strongest thought in his heart was actually a challenge.

"A Great Sun True Form Diagram gave you such strong confidence that you even have the idea of challenging me?"

Wu Erlang was obsessed with martial arts and loved fighting with people the most. He keenly noticed Yuan Duxiu's thoughts.

A smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Why not?"

Yuan Duxiu glanced at Wu Erlang indifferently. People who were too arrogant were always unpopular.

"Oh?"

Wu Erlang lowered his Fangtian Huaji (halberd), his eyes slightly raised, his fighting intent burning like fire. At first, it was just a spark, but soon it was like the scorching sun at noon:

"Interesting."

Huff~

The two looked at each other, and an invisible aura of killing intent rolled out, colliding with each other and stirring up gusts of wind outside Tianjiao City.

"The Zhuwangtai (Platform of Kings) is about to open, there is no need to be at daggers drawn at this time."

Lan Shuixian spoke.

His tone was gentle, but it was like a vast ocean pouring down, extinguishing the fighting intent that was about to ignite between the two.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his body rippling with water, as if there were tides rising and falling behind him. The calmness contained waves, and no one present could ignore his existence.

Wu Erlang couldn't, and neither could Yuan Duxiu.

"Eastern Continent Divine Body."

Wu Erlang stared at Lan Shuixian, a smile on his lips: "Every great era is bound to have geniuses emerging one after another. Now, it seems that there is still some time before the great changes in the world, but the Eastern Continent Divine Body, the Great Sun Holy Body, and the Zhanwangti (Battle King Body) have already been born one after another. It's really exciting."

He extinguished the thought of making a move, not only because of Lan Shuixian.

It was also because outside Tianjiao City, ripples appeared in the void, and a figure walked out of the void. The man was wearing a green shirt, his temples were gray, but he was the Fourth Prince of Tianding.

He just took this small action of walking out of the void, and an invisible and vast aura had already rolled out, like thousands of divine dragons soaring into the sky.

Boom~

Thunder-like explosions reverberated above the clouds.

Following that, colorful ribbons of bright colors垂流(chuiliu) flowed down, covering the wilderness and illuminating the outside of Tianjiao City.

"Fellow Daoists have come from afar, but we have failed to welcome you!"

The Fourth Prince spoke, his calm voice resounding in the ears of everyone outside the city at the same time: "The other fellow Daoists have already entered the city, everyone, please!"

His voice was without joy or anger, and it seemed particularly clear outside the empty city gate today.

As his voice echoed, two teams of elite armored soldiers in漆黑(qihei) black armor stood on the left and right, each lining up far away.

It seemed sincere.

"Thank you, Fourth Prince, for welcoming us from afar."

On the Ancient Golden Luan, the Wang Elder who led the team chuckled. Before he finished speaking, he had already descended from the sky and appeared in front of everyone as if by teleportation.

The speed of his movement shocked everyone slightly.

This Wang Elder was able to bring many 真传(zhenchuan) disciples here, so his status in the Taiyi Sect was naturally very high. High status naturally meant that his strength was high.

"There are many complicated matters before the Zhuwangtai, I don't like these, you can go on your own."

From the Myriad Dragon Ship, a cold voice also came out. Miao Meng didn't even want to get off the ship, as if she was too lazy to participate in these cliches.

And she naturally had this qualification.

Fang Lingxu was one of the 'true seeds' of the Lingtian Sect who was going to succeed the sect leader, but she had no such thing.

For thousands of years, ten generations of zhenchuan disciples and hundreds of Tianjiao heroes in Wanfa Tower had all been defeated by her. Eldest Senior Sister already explained everything.

"Fairy Miao is still so straightforward."

The Fourth Prince glanced at the Myriad Dragon Ship hovering in the air, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say much.

With a wave of his hand, he invited the experts from the two major sects to enter Tianjiao City.

However, at the last moment of turning around, he glanced at Yuan Duxiu. Although it was not obvious and no one else noticed, Yuan Duxiu's heart moved.

He seemed to have captured the information conveyed to him in this glance.

'Is little brother in this Tianjiao City?'

Yuan Duxiu suppressed the emotions overflowing in his heart and stepped towards Tianjiao City.

As early as ten days ago, Tianjiao City had been completely under martial law. Not to mention merchants coming and going, even the residents of the city had not gone out for a long time.

They had long been accustomed to the opening of Zhuwangtai time and time again.

For them, dozens of days of not going out in exchange for not being harassed by these 'devils' was naturally worth it.

Therefore, a group of people walked into Tianjiao City, known as the number one city in the hundred countries of Eastern Continent, but it was extremely deserted.

Not to mention the prosperity, there wasn't even a single person on the wide streets. Although the restaurants on both sides of the street were open, they were deserted and no one cared about them.

For the people of Tianjiao City, houses and houses were the safest places for them. If they wanted danger, no one would go out at all.

No one would open the door.

Walking among them, Wang Elder and others seemed to be used to it, Wu Erlang frowned slightly, and Lan Shuixian shook his head slightly.

Only Mo Baobao, who didn't learn his lesson, called out again: "That Fourth Prince, they all say that Tianjiao City is infinitely prosperous, with goods from a hundred countries and ten thousand cities, and there are many people. There are all kinds of places to play, why haven't I seen any of them along the way?"

Mo Baobao's age was certainly not as young as it looked, but it wasn't that old either. With the heart of a young man, he was naturally very curious about things he hadn't seen before.

He had been looking forward to it, but now that it was empty, he was naturally a little unhappy.

"Birds and beasts still return to their nests when they encounter danger, let alone humans?"

The Fourth Prince did not stop and did not turn his head, but said lightly: "As for why, you might as well ask your fellow disciples."

He was not happy or angry, but he was not interested in answering.

It was the limit to come and greet him according to etiquette, and he didn't even want to think about meeting him with a smile.

"Why is this? Senior Brother Lan?"

Hearing the Fourth Prince's words, Mo Baobao felt a little depressed and couldn't help but look at Lan Shuixian, who looked as usual.

The latter just shook his head, but did not answer.

He looked at the other senior brothers and sisters of the Taiyi Sect again, but everyone pretended not to see it and did not answer.

"Why do you have to hide things from me?"

Mo Baobao suddenly became angry. It was so boring on the sky all the way, and now that he entered the city, there was still nothing.

"Baobao."

Wang Elder rebuked: "If you want to be so noisy, I won't bring you next time!"

Mo Baobao immediately pouted.

"Hehe~"

A chuckle sounded, with a hint of sarcasm.

Mo Baobao was immediately furious, glaring: "Wu Big Head, what are you laughing at?!"

"I laugh at the Taiyi Sect for protecting you too well, so that you not only have no strength, but also no brains."

Wu Erlang naturally didn't care about Mo Baobao and even the angry eyes of the disciples of the Taiyi Sect, and smiled lightly:

"People are actually very timid. When they encounter tigers and wolves, they still fight with both legs, and when they encounter monsters, they even pee and shit, and when they encounter demons, they will even be scared to death!

In their eyes, you and I are more evil than tigers and wolves, more ferocious than monsters, and more terrifying than demons, so naturally they have to hide and naturally have to avoid."

There was a smile in his words, but when a group of cultivators heard his words, they did not have a smile at all, and many people's faces even showed anger.

"Is there such a thing?"

Mo Baobao was stunned and shook his head: "You are trying to deceive me. I have never seen such a scene in the many cities I have been to since I came down the mountain."

"That's because there is no escape."

Wu Erlang spoke without any taboos: "Your Taiyi Sect claims to be a famous sect, but you know very well what it is like.

Only you, this little fool, doesn't know anything."

Why is Tianjiao City able to gather people from the entire Tianding Kingdom and even many nearby countries in a thousand years, so that the city has been expanded every hundred years?

After nine times, it is still crowded?

In terms of geographical conditions and prosperity, Tianding Kingdom and Tianjiao City are not good places at all, just small places in the corners.

It is nothing more than that the Tianding Emperor sits here, and under the protection of the formation, there is no 'sky collapse' for thousands of years.

"Wu Er Turtle Egg, how dare you scold me!"

Mo Baobao was still stunned, but when he heard the words, he was furious. If Lan Shuixian had not been quick to grab his Qiankun Ring (Cosmos Ring), he would have taken out the 'Xumi Golden Mountain' to smash people.

"Am I scolding you?"

Wu Erlang shook his head lightly, sighing rarely: "I'm scolding myself!"

Although he said so, his eyes swept over everyone present.

"You."

Mo Baobao wanted to say something, but Lan Shuixian had already spoken first: "Well scolded."

He looked at Wu Erlang again, and seemed to have a different view of this madman than before.

"If I were the Supreme, I would definitely sweep away all races and then sweep the world."

Wu Erlang carried the Fangtian Huaji, just uttering wild words as usual, but he lost his interest in talking and didn't want to go with the crowd.

With a turn, he stepped into a restaurant that was open but had no customers: "Shopkeeper? Wine? Bring me as much as you have!"

The restaurant was immediately in chaos.

"Hey, this madman."

A disciple of the Taiyi Sect shook his head with an unclear meaning.

"Wu Erlang..."

Yuan Duxiu's eyes moved.

This Wu Erlang was born as a woodcutter and joined Jingyang Mountain halfway. He didn't seem to agree with many of the practices of cultivators.....

The Fourth Prince looked at Wu Erlang's back thoughtfully.

He understood that Wu Erlang's last sentence was addressed to him, which was a bit of a warning and also showed that he was not on the same path as himself and others.

"Jingyang Mountain has produced a character."

He praised softly.

Wang Elder shook his head: "Just a madman."

The two seemed to be talking to each other, but also seemed to be talking to themselves, without even looking at each other.

"The opening of the Zhuwangtai should be tomorrow. The sect leaders should be drinking with my father somewhere. I will have to trouble you to wait for a day."

The Fourth Prince retracted his eyes and said lightly.

He then stepped forward again, leading the people to the first district.

He walked very slowly with each step, as if he was thinking or feeling something. No one could see the solemnity in the depths of his eyes.

Tomorrow will be the time to decide life and death.

......

Rumble!

In a void, faint rumbling thunder echoed.

Zheng Longqiu stood above the sky, his clothes fluttering, and the surging airflow roared from all directions, like a fire meeting the wind.

Suddenly, countless pores all over his body sprayed out streams of blood energy as bright as meteors, burning fiercely.

From a distance, it looked like a round of glowing and hot sun, showing its existence to the world.

"Fist Overlords the World, the Milky Way Can Be Broken!"

Zheng Longqiu roared to the sky, his hair and beard all stretched out.

Under the blood energy, he was like a god of war, exuding an extremely powerful aura, extremely terrifying and extremely澎湃(pengpai)!

Boom!

He raised his arm and punched, with great momentum, but it was not to fight with others, but to vent the extremely terrifying sea of blood energy in his body.

He was condensing Dongtian (Cave Heaven)!

Buzz~

In a certain part of the void, there seemed to be a flowing moon-like brilliance, like water and waves, rising and falling, and a round of bright moon hung in the air under the dazzling light, shining brightly.

The cold light brought a cold air that did not approach living beings. Wherever it passed, the void seemed to have lost its vitality.

Xuanji stood in the middle, her white skirt fluttering, her figure graceful, and her face was beautiful.

Like a Moon Palace fairy, 清冷(qingleng) cold and beautiful, but she could only be viewed from a distance.

She was also condensing Dongtian.

"Ten Thousand Talismans Reach the Sky, Three Seven Destroy the Law!"

In the evil aura that surged like a tide, Fa Wumie's expression was凝重(ningzhong). Countless talismans flashed and disappeared around him, as many as tens of millions in a moment.

Between the interlaced and interwoven talismans, in the tide-like evil aura, they vaguely turned into an even larger black leather ancient book again.

An unfathomable aura was brewing.

"The Dao is destroyed, the immortals are诛(zhu), the Dao is boundless, and the killing intent is boundless!"

The 森森(sensen) sword light flowed like a long river, jumping or斩击(zhanji), or surrounding each other into an array, or colliding with each other and摩擦(moca) against each other.

Feng Changming stood on a giant sword that stood between the heaven and earth, bathed in the endless river of sword Qi.

An indescribable 森寒(senhan) air flowed through every tiny part of his body,吐(tu) out from the pores and flowing back from itself.

The sword Qi was like a cold wind, covering all directions, making people feel cold.

Further away,

Mo Changfa and many other masters of the three sects, either voluntarily, or passively, or unwillingly, or roaring, launched a desperate fight.

"Dongtian!"

"Dongtian!"

"Dongtian!"

One sound seemed like countless roars, accompanied by the aura of figures erupting,炸响(zhaxiang) in the void.

It also炸响(zhaxiang) in An Qisheng's ears as he sat quietly on the top of Qian Mountain.

His eyes were calm, his expression indifferent, listening to the roars and heavenly sounds that炸响(zhaxiang) in his ears, as if he were listening to the prelude to an invincible song.