The sea of ​​clouds is billowing.

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 with the monks, those giant ships were huge.

However, the giant ship flying out of Yangcheng was like a little bee leaving the hive.

The moment the spirit boat crossed the barrier, Tushanjun 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, the adults must have their own intentions in doing this, and he just needs to obey the orders.

However, in order to avoid misunderstanding the instructions, Yang Wu still asked: "What do you mean by this, 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, Tu Shanjun felt very at ease, as if the soul walking outside had finally returned to his body. The feeling of being 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 Taoist scriptures or writing elixir prescriptions, it is gratifying.

The world inside the banner is like a paradise, without any disputes with the outside world, and there has never been any conflict.

Lord Tushan, who finally returned to the world of soul flags, not only wanted to avoid Lord Jambudvipa, 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 just 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 Yang Wu's current strength, even if the transformed god is in front of him, he will not be able to see Yang Yang Wu who has cast his magic power.

"Sir, where are we going?"

"Yangcheng Underground."

"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 will stick to it, and no dust will rise.

The child holding the windmill laughed and ran past him.

The salesman hawked and waved his hand.

…

The old man pushing the waterwheel wiped the fine 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.

He has a single horn on his head and black hair like a waterfall.

Yangwu, who was nine feet tall, walked like a giant in the hustle and bustle.

Everything seems so slow in the eyes of a giant.

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 ghostly sound with a bit of hoarseness echoed in the ethereal space.

Yang Wu took another step forward.

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 Tu Shanjun, 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 cloudy and 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 the sword 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 possibly 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."

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The monk sitting on the main seat is nearly middle-aged, has an upright appearance, a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He exudes the aura of the late Nascent Soul. He picks up the tea cup next to him.

Said: "With such sincerity from fellow Taoist Tianji, of course our government will not refuse the joint development of the mineral veins."

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 monks of the Sunset Sword Sect who come to visit.

This person is also the second in command of the Sunset Sword Sect.

Master Tianji Sword, seal it.

"But this matter..."

"Is there an accident?"
To be continued...