Great Dao Ji

Huhu~

The breeze blew by, and the wheat waves rolled over the thousand-mile spiritual field.

Thousands of farmers walked in the fields, carefully taking care of the spiritual field.

The world is vast, and under one day, four seasons coexist. It is only the winter in Tianding Kingdom, but it is the hot summer in Chiyan Dynasty, which is 800,000 miles away.

In a thatched cottage in the middle of the spiritual field, Lan Shuixian slowly opened her eyes and walked out of the door.

Not far away, Mo Baobao was scolding the outer disciples who managed this spiritual field.

"You have nothing to do every day, and people work hard to cultivate the spiritual field. You still have the face to whip them?"

Mo Baobao pinched his waist and cursed.

In front of him, a large number of disciples trembled and dared not refute.

After losing Xumi Jinshan, even though Mo Baobao had a special status, he was still demoted from the mountain gate and inspected many spiritual fields in the thirteen dynasties controlled by Taiyi Sect with Lan Shuixian.

"Brother Mo, you really wronged us!"

A Taiyi Sect disciple cried out: "That lowly person destroyed a spiritual seedling. If I don't punish him, how can I convince the others?"

"Destroyed spiritual seedlings? Spiritual seedlings are tougher than ordinary swords and guns. Even the spiritual grass in the field needs special magic tools to handle. How can they destroy spiritual seedlings?"

Mo Baobao sneered: "I have heard that you disciples who guard the spiritual fields deliberately destroyed the spiritual seedlings, enriched yourself, and pushed the blame on these mortals?"

Mo Baobao coldly swept over the outer disciples: "If I find out, you will die! Get out of here!"

The outer disciples were terrified and dared not stay.

"Baby."

Lan Narcissus looked at the thousands of miles of spiritual fields, and the fragrance of spiritual seedlings filled his mouth and nose: "If the water is too clear, there will be no fish. Don't be too harsh. As long as they don't whip these farmers wantonly, the rest don't have to be too serious."

"How can that be?"

Mo Baobao was not convinced: "These spiritual fields are related to tens of thousands of disciples of my Taiyi Sect. How can you do it recklessly?"

"Spiritual fields are like treasure mountains. Those who guard the treasure mountains are inevitably shaken. The main culprit can be killed, but not everyone can be killed."

Lan Narcissus took a deep breath, and his whole body was clear:

"Some people don't want to affect the interests of the sect, but once they join the spiritual fields, they have to do it. It seems like a trivial matter, but you can't rush it.

Killing is allowed, but not killing indiscriminately."

Since the battle of Tianjiao City that day, he did not choose to practice in the mountains, but chose to go out of the world and travel the world on the grounds of patrolling the spiritual fields.

"Forget it, Senior Brother, you take care of it yourself."

Mo Baobao shook his head and was too lazy to care. He was impatient to manage these things. If he hadn't seen that disciple whipping a farmer, he would have been too lazy to care.

"You are not young anymore, you need to calm down."

Lan Shuixian glanced at Mo Baobao.

Mo Baobao's aptitude is absolutely top-notch. The natural materials and treasures he obtained in the five years in his mother's womb have surpassed what many people have seen in their lifetime. His blood was revived when he was born.

It was just because his father was afraid that he would be too smooth, so he sealed his blood. Otherwise, I am afraid that his realm would be higher than his own at this time.

"Senior Brother Lan, you are still talking about me. Are you calm?"

Mo Baobao rolled his eyes.

He knew that since the battle of the Zhuwangtai in Tianjiao City, Lan Shuixian has been a little fluctuating in mind. In his father's words, he was distracted.

Lan Narcissus was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "You are not wrong, my heart is indeed not at peace."

"Brother Lan, I didn't mean it."

Mo Baobao regretted it as soon as he said it, and hurriedly persuaded him.

Before Lan Narcissus spoke, he heard a shocking sound from the sky.

Boom!

It was as if thousands of thunders exploded at the same time, and the mighty airflow swept across the sky for thousands of miles.

The wind was howling, and the earth was full of flying sand and rocks. The formation on the spiritual field was suddenly activated, colliding and impacting with the surging energy.

Burning out groups of impact clouds.

"This is..."

Lan Narcissus looked into the sky, his eyes slightly condensed: "Heaven-repairing tactics?"

Mo Baobao was also shocked.

Looking up, he saw that when the heavy clouds exploded, a figure tore through the void and shuttled through at the fastest speed in the world.

Wherever he passed, the void shook wildly, the air waves were like tides, and the sound waves were like thunder explosions, which could be heard thousands of miles away.

He had seen similar scenes before, that was the battle in Tianjiao City, when Taoist Yuanyang suppressed Qian Shishi.

"Smash the vacuum!"

Mo Baobao was dumbfounded. It was actually a powerful person who shattered the vacuum!

Who could beat a powerful person who shattered the vacuum and made him flee in embarrassment?

But the next moment, when a torrent of starlight that spanned the sky and rolled over the sky suddenly appeared, a roar responded to his doubts.

It was a long and angry chant:

"Taoist Yuanyang!"

Boom!

The starlight broke through the air, leaving a vacuum channel that could not be closed for a long time above the sky.

When the voice shook the sky.

A figure stepped in from a distance, the person was covered with starlight, and his steps were like ancient sacredness, with vast blood and energy. Between steps, it was like the rolling of stars, and the breath was extremely shocking.

"Taoist Yuanyang!"

Lan Shuixian, Mo Baobao, and even the many Taiyi disciples in the entire spiritual field were all shocked.

Looking at the figure stepping in the sky, their expressions were horrified.

The battle in Tianjiao City was only a hundred days apart, and this person actually took action again, trying to suppress another headmaster-level existence?

"Lan Shuixian?"

Above the sky, An Qisheng walked past slowly, and with a glance, he saw Lan Shuixian and others in the spiritual field.

However, he did not stop, and continued to pursue slowly.

"Yuanyang Taoist!"

In the ripples of the void like waves, Zhang Wuji coughed up blood and fled, his face was extremely ugly:

"After a hundred years of cultivation, he is so powerful?"

Feeling the breath of the vast sky behind him, Zhang Wuji gritted his teeth slightly.

In that battle, he lost the initiative and was overwhelmed by the magical power of the great formation composed of the twenty-four caves. There is no doubt that he suffered a great loss.

An Qisheng did not hide his purpose, and Zhang Wuji naturally knew his purpose, but whether he was willing or not, he could only follow An Qisheng's will.

In this way, there is still a glimmer of hope, otherwise, I am afraid that he will fall sadly as soon as he arrives in Dongzhou.

Knowing the enemy's purpose, he had to escape and retreat!

There is a Yangtze River coming from the west 1.2 million miles northwest of Tianding.

The river is surging like a dragon, flowing towards the East China Sea, crossing various countries on the way, irrigating countless fields on both sides, and feeding countless people.

On the left side of the river, there is a mountainous area. The mountains and rivers here are magnificent, and the mountains are like giant dragons winding around and intertwining with each other.

It forms a huge land of rising dragons.

The river flows in front of the mountain, just like a giant dragon bowing its head to drink water.

But if you look closely, you can see that this is not a mountain, but a majestic city.

This city is majestic, with mountains as its skeleton, the earth as its foundation, and millions of spiritual plants and plants as embellishments.

It seems that there is no trace of artificiality, and it is natural.

Like a mountain-like majestic city, there are people in it, and the guards outside are strict. Countless soldiers guard this majestic city, each of them is strong and energetic, and they are all practitioners.

While the city is bustling with people coming and going, many shops are in order, but there is no ordinary person in the true sense running around.

This city, named 'Bai Yu Jing', is an 'immortal city' in the eyes of countless mortals around it, and is also the most famous 'market' in Dongzhou.

Over the past tens of thousands of years, it has gradually become a gathering place for many independent cultivators and large and small sects, and is one of the fourteen most famous 'markets' in Zhongzhou.

In addition to this 'Bai Yu Jing', the other thirteen 'markets' belong to the ten major sects and three major holy places.

Although 'Bai Yu Jing' is not as large as the thirteen 'markets', because it does not belong to the ten major sects and three major holy places, it has attracted countless independent cultivators and cultivators from large and small sects to gather here.

In a subtle way, there is a sign of suppressing the thirteen 'markets'.

What surprised many people was that even so, it did not usher in the suppression of the sects and holy places, as if there was another big force behind this city.

"Baiyujing, we've finally arrived."

The river was surging down, and a huge boat docked at the river bank. A group of people stepped off the boat and looked at the huge city like mountains and rivers. They couldn't help but sigh:

"It is said that Tianjiao City is the first city in Dongzhou, but it is just a mortal city. Compared with Baiyujing, it is far inferior."

A huge city transformed from mountains and rivers that stretch for thousands of miles is so spectacular. A vast and vast atmosphere has already come towards us from a distance of thousands of feet.

A group of young monks were amazed, yearning, and worshipping towards Baiyujing.

Huhu~

The air flow was strong, and the wind blew away the clouds.

The leader of Lingtian Sect stood on the city wall with his hands behind his back, looking at the prosperous scenes inside and outside the city, and said lightly: "The Butian Pavilion is really capable, but the market of my Lingtian Sect is far inferior."

Tens of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers turned into a city, this is naturally not a great means.

The markets of the holy lands of the various sects are more magnificent, huge, and older than this one, but there is still a faint possibility that the "Bai Yujing" which was established only tens of thousands of years ago has surpassed it.

"The holy land holds power, and the sect governs the countries, so why would they care about these petty gains?"

A handsome young man in white, standing barefoot on the top of the city, responded indifferently:

"The sect master is here, aren't you here to compete with us for profit?"

"Of course not."

The leader of Lingtian looked back at the young man in white, his eyes cold: "The pavilion master, don't you know why I came here?"

"The real person is here, why guess?"

The young man in white smiled indifferently: "I know the sect master's intention, but this matter can no longer be done. It may be possible to kill a powerful master, but it will not be worth the loss."

The eyes of the leader of Lingtian slightly "Eleven marquisate spiritual treasures, aren't they enough?"

"As far as I know, that Yuanyang Taoist has fourteen marquisate spiritual treasures in his hands. It seems that the sect master has already taken the three of his own?"

The young man in white smiled dumbly, not caring about the gaze of the Lingtian sect master, and just shook his head:

"If so, why should I cooperate with you in the Butian Pavilion?"

The Lingtian sect master stared at the young man in white for a long time before speaking: "The fourteen marquisate spiritual treasures belong to you, and I will give you three million cave heaven pills and three million vacuum pills, ten broken cave heavens, three fire gold vines, and six taels of dragon blood soil"

The Lingtian sect master promised.

One by one, it was enough to shock countless cultivators. The greedy words spit out from his mouth, but did not cause any fluctuations on the face of the young man in white.

"Not enough."

Until Ling Tian Sect Master shut up, the young man in white shook his head: "In addition, I also need three taels of 'Bodhi Leaves', and you have to help!"

"Bodhi Leaves?"

Ling Tian Sect Master's face trembled, and his eyes sank: "In this case, I want to take back the three marquis spiritual treasures that belong to my Ling Tian Sect!"

Bodhi leaves are leaves from the immortal spiritual root ‘Bodhi tree’. With the disappearance of the immortal spiritual root, the Bodhi leaves between heaven and earth are ten times rarer than the marquis spiritual treasure.

The value is so high that it is enough to make the masters of the ten major sects and the saints of the three holy places feel painful.

"Deal!"

The white-clothed young man's eyes lit up and he agreed without hesitation, as if these three taels of ‘Bodhi leaves’ are more valuable than the three marquis spiritual treasures!

"In that case, Brother Lin, you come out too!"

The Lingtian Sect Master looked indifferent, but his eyes swept and fell on the clouds somewhere in the sky.

"Haha, I can't hide it from Brother Dao."

With an old laugh.

An old man with a tall and majestic figure, as majestic as a mountain, has landed on the top of the city, his beard and hair are all white, and his eyes are like fire.

The breath is powerful and powerful.

"The Pavilion Master sold goods to two families, and he made a lot of money."

The old man shook his head slightly, but his smile suddenly faded, and he said lightly: "I hope that the Butian Pavilion is worth this price and can save the leader of this sect!"

"Of course."

The Butian Pavilion Master's eyes were dim: "You two are so generous, I will not disappoint you. To be honest, for this person, I invited two great masters from Zhongzhou and Longzhou, and they will definitely kill him."

Boom!

Before the Butian Pavilion Master finished speaking, the faces of the three people moved at the same time, and they raised their eyebrows and looked into the distance.

I saw the clouds bursting for thousands of miles, and the vast starlight rolled in like a river in the sky.

A figure came through the air, blood was scattered for thousands of miles, and a short, urgent cry for help was issued across thousands of miles of the void:

"Senior Brother, save me!"