Chapter 181 Build Zhutian City! Xiao Yan Lin moved Muchen into the city! Tang San and Chen Nan!
Jiang Han came to the Palace of the Heavens.
He stood in front of the palace and looked outside the palace. There was chaos and nothingness here, no stars, no daylight.
He thought for a moment.
Then, with a wave of his hand, a vast land stretched out below the Palace of Heavens.
In the haze, the area where the palace is located seems to have turned into an island on the sea, but it is suspended in the void.
To be precise, this is more like a small embryonic city, with already a small but dense city wall.
Rumble!
Jiang Han waved his hand again, and a magnificent city gate stood in the east of Maoyu City. The three words "Zhutian City" on the gate were majestic and exuded the atmosphere of sacrifice.
Jiang Han stood above Zhutian City and continued to look at this chaotic world.
When he entered the realm of sacrifice, he had some ability to control the chaotic space where the palace of the heavens was located.
“Not enough.”
As Jiang Han whispered, rows of houses rose from the ground, row after row.
There are clothing shops, restaurants, foot shops, butcher shops, temples, public houses...
“This is a bit like a city.”
After initially building the city, Jiang Han still felt that something was missing.
Soon, he waved his sleeves again.
I saw a wide river running through the whole city, with several awning boats floating on the river.
This is not an ordinary river, but the only way that swallows and compresses the deep space plane!
“More fireworks.”
Jiang Han snapped his fingers, and three figures suddenly appeared in the city he built.
Perhaps because he has become the Lord of the Dou Po Plane, people or things in this plane can also enter this chaotic world as long as he allows it.
"This...here is..."
Xiao Yan, Lin Dong, and Muchen suddenly appeared. They were stunned. When they came back to their senses, they found themselves in a strange place. environment.
Looking at everything around them and feeling the Tao contained in heaven and earth, they were stunned.
Especially the three characters "Zhutian City" above the city gate flowed with a way far beyond their vast world. Just looking at it made my soul tremble.
"I have met the Lord of the Planes!"
Soon, the three people's eyes fell on Jiang Han, their expressions were respectful, and they bowed at the same time.
"The formation time of your plane is too short, which limits your upper limit. From now on, the three of you will practice here."
Jiang Han's voice was calm. In Fang Zhutian City, there is still no problem if the upper limit of cultivation reaches the state of sacrifice.
With the talents of these three people, they will one day be able to reach the state of sacrifice!
Perhaps with their understanding, they can go one step further and transcendence is not impossible.
“Thank you, Lord of the planes!”
Hearing Jiang Han’s words, Xiao Yan, Lin Dong, and Muchen looked excited and overjoyed.
In the plane, the three of them have reached the end of their cultivation. Endless years have passed, and they still have not been able to go any further.
But as soon as they came to this city, their cultivation bottleneck was loosened again!
Jiang Han nodded and asked the trio to choose a residence in the city, and then returned to the palace.
Out of the ten gates, he has already entered four and successfully fused three souls and one soul.
Today, there are still six souls left, still scattered in the world behind the six heavenly gates.
I saw that all six gates of heaven were open, but only two gates had pictures displayed.
Jiang Han chose a door nearby and prepared to step in.
[The target plane sewer, the host cannot enter]
[Forced entry will cause the plane to collapse]
[Whether the host continues to enter]
Just as Jiang Han half-stepped through the door, the system sounded, giving him a choice that he had no choice at all.
What a fart!
It turns out that being too strong can cause trouble!
Jiang Han could only give up this door first and walk into another door.
Although this plane is not a sewer, it cannot bear his breath.
Jiang Han frowned, just when he didn't know what to do next.
A seed the size of a thumb flew out from the center of Jiang Han's eyebrows. It was the seed of his true self.
It was suspended between the two doors, swaying slightly, creating two ripples that shot into the portal respectively.
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Douluo Continent Plane.
There is no magic, no fighting spirit, and no martial arts here, but there is a world of magical martial arts spirits.
Everyone on the mainland will awaken their martial spirit in the Spirit Hall when they are six years old.
There are many types of martial spirits, including animals, plants, utensils, etc.
The awakened martial spirits can assist people in their daily lives, and some of the particularly outstanding martial spirits can even be used to practice and fight.
These martial souls that can be used to practice fighting have created a profession, which is also the most powerful and glorious profession on Douluo Continent-soul master.
At this moment.
In the southwestern part of the Tiandou Empire, there is the Holy Soul Village in the Fasnuo Province.
A figure panting came to a farming land.
This figure is one of Jiang Han’s seven souls.
"Little brother, do you know how to get to Holy Soul Village?"
A little fat boy playing in the mud appeared in Jiang Han's field of vision, and he hurriedly stepped forward to ask.
According to normal logic, his golden finger should have arrived long ago, but he just couldn't wait.
He had no choice but to hug the thigh of the son of this dimension from God’s perspective.
"Brother, we are here in the Holy Soul Village! Look at those houses, the people in our village are all next to each other." The little fat boy said.
"Then do you know Tang San?" Jiang Han squatted down and asked the little fat boy.
The reason why this village is called Holy Soul Village is because a soul master of the Soul Saint level walked out of here a hundred years ago, hence the name.
"Of course we know each other, their house is right next door to ours. Tang San and I grew up together, and their family was an ironsmith. The iron his father made is cheap and easy to use."
Little Fatty Tong was very talkative, pointing to a hill not far away to the east that was only more than a hundred meters high and said: "At this point, Tang San should be alone on that mountain in a daze."
"How good!"
Jiang Han touched the little fat boy's head, felt excited again, and reached the top of the mountain with difficulty.
After that, there was another search, and finally the target was found!
Not far in front is a thin child. The child is only five or six years old. His skin is a healthy wheat color due to frequent sun exposure.
The black hair is short and neat, and the clothes are simple but very clean.
Perhaps because he was too focused, the boy didn't notice Jiang Han's arrival at all.
I saw him holding his legs in a standard horse stance, staring intently at the increasingly bright white color of the fish belly in the east, inhaling slowly through his nose and exhaling slowly from his mouth.
The boy inhales and exhales regularly, over and over again.
If you look carefully, you will find that there is a faint purple glow in his eyes. Although this purple color did not last long before quietly converging, when it existed, it was so clear.
“What went wrong? Why can’t we break through the first bottleneck? It’s been half a year and I can’t figure it out!”
Boy Suddenly, Er sat down on the ground and sighed, showing a helpless expression that should never appear at his age.
In his previous life, he broke through from the peak of the first level to the second level, but it only took seven days.
"That's because the world you are in now is different from your original world. If you want to practice Xuantian Kung to the second level, you must first have a soul ring."
Jiang Han came over, He put his hands behind his back to help the boy answer his questions.
There was a sudden sound behind him, and the boy shuddered and immediately got up from the ground.
“Who are you!”
Tang San turned to look at Jiang Han, his little face filled with vigilance.
Especially when the other party said the words "this world", "your original world", and "Xuan Tian Gong", there was a violent fluctuation in his heart.
“You were abandoned since you were a child, and were brought back to the Tang Sect by the elders of the Tang Sect. Since you entered the Tang Sect not long after you were born, and are ranked third among the outer sect disciples, the outer sect disciples like to call you “ Third Young Master. Of course, when it came to the inner disciples, he became Tang San. "
"You have loved Tang Sect hidden weapons since you were a child, and you have superhuman talents. Because of your love, you violated the Tang Sect's rules. Entering the Inner Gate Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to learn the secret knowledge of the Tang Sect, you even mastered the Tang Sect’s first lost secret weapon, the Buddha’s Furious Tang Lotus.”
“In the end, you apologized for your death and jumped off the cliff.”
Jiang Han straightened his clothes and looked at Tang San calmly, pretending to be an expert.
"You...how do you know this? Who on earth are you?"
Tang San took a step back and looked at Jiang Han with increasing vigilance.
Just when Jiang Han was about to continue his deception, a mysterious ripple seemed to come through thousands of time and space and entered his mind.
Next moment!
He only felt that his consciousness entered a strange space.
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The other side.
The plane of the tomb of gods.
Tianyuan Continent, central zone.
In the dim sky, slender cracks appeared, and a figure crossed the mountains and rivers. It took several years to finally find this place.
This is Jiang Han’s second soul!
He also doesn’t have a golden finger, he only has a God’s perspective.
“We’re finally here!”
Jiang Han swept around and walked towards the huge manor in front of him.
Cemetery of Gods and Demons!
Looking at the stone tablet at the entrance, Jiang Han wanted to cry. It was so difficult for him to walk all the way!
The Tomb of the Gods, a story in which the protagonist is reborn to slaughter the sky after ten thousand years!
On the outside of the cemetery, tall snow maple trees are neatly arranged, with lush green branches and leaves.
Swayed by the breeze, the white petals are floating in the air like snowflakes.
Continuing deeper, the fragrant fragrance of flowers comes to your nose, which is intoxicating.
"Don't climb out already."
Jiang Han prayed, if Chen Nan had climbed out, he would have come in vain and his thigh would be gone!
When Jiang Han walked into the tombs, he couldn't help but twitch his lips.
There are thousands of tombstones in this cemetery. Looking around, there are at least a hundred small tombs without names. How can he tell which one belongs to Chen Nan?
“Are you here to sweep the grave, little friend? No one has come here for nearly ten years.”
Just when Jiang Han was at a loss, an old voice sounded in Jiang Han's ears.
Looking following the sound, in front of the thatched house, a skinny old man stood at the door, walking towards him tremblingly with a cane in both hands.
The old man has white hair and beard, and his face is engraved with weather-beaten wrinkles. His thin figure is frightening to look at, as if a gust of wind can blow him down.
With the appearance of the old man, Jiang Han's eyes rose with a hint of hope, as if he had found a ray of light in the darkness.
The tombkeeper, a mysterious old man with boundless strength!
"Did that little guy crawl out?" Jiang Han pretended to be mysterious.
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the old man's expression changed.
"Fellow Taoist, are you from ten thousand years ago? Who survived that battle?"
The old man's name for Jiang Han changed, and he looked at Jiang Han again, his voice It's very light, as light as the buzzing of mosquitoes.
Jiang Han forced himself into the outcome of that battle and lamented: "In that battle, Bai Tian lost; in that battle, the Demon Lord lost; in that battle, the Ghost Lord lost ; In that battle, the madman was defeated; in that battle, the human king turned into a skeleton; in that battle, time and space were stolen from the heart..."
One name after another came out of Jiang Han's mouth, and he sighed every time he said a word.
"Who are you? Are you a reincarnated person? One of the planners behind that?"
The old man's eyes suddenly became cold and stern, locked on Jiang Han, and his slightly rising aura oppressed him. The void hissed, and visions appeared behind him, with gods weeping and ghosts howling.
"Old man, I am just an ordinary person now, and I still want to live for a while longer." Feeling the terrifying aura of the old man, Jiang Han said calmly.
Hearing the sound, the old man found out that Jiang Han really had no cultivation level at all, and quickly put away his power and shook his head.
"I am immortal, why do I need to be reincarnated? You fight against the sky, but you don't know that the cause is caused by me; this effect will be destroyed by me."
After no longer being oppressed by the old man's momentum, Jiang Han began to pretend again.
"Did you create the sky?" Hearing Jiang Han's words, the old man was shocked.
"The cause and effect has already happened, so the answer is not important."
Jiang Han continued to sigh and said: "The origin has been damaged, and it will take thousands of years to recover. All I can do is Polish this chess piece to make it go further and faster.”
Seeing Jiang Han's serious expression, the old man's hand on crutches trembled slightly.
He seemed to really believe Jiang Han's words.
"This morning, there was a breath of life in the cemetery. He must be coming out soon."
The old man raised his head and glanced at the sky, shook his head and sighed, then turned around and slowly walked towards the east group of tombstones.
Jiang Han did not speak, but quietly followed the old man.
The old man stopped. In front of him was a low grave.
Even among hundreds of short graves, this small grave is the shortest one, because it is almost level with the ground; if the old man hadn't stopped here, Jiang Han might not have been able to find it. The existence of this tomb.
“This is it.”
The old man knocked on the ground with his cane and said: “I am just a tombkeeper, and I don’t want to get involved in what happens next.”< br>
With a long sigh, the old man walked towards the thatched house.
Looking at the old man's depressed back, Jiang Han sighed.
Then, after taking a deep breath and calming down, I picked up the shovel not far away and started digging the small earthen grave.
Time passes minute by minute.
Finally, the low grave was dug out.
While Jiang Han pushed open the coffin lid, there was also a force inside the coffin lid that was helping him.
As soon as the lid of the coffin, which had been sealed for many years, opened a crack, a pale palm stretched out, followed closely by another.
After a while, the coffin lid was completely opened.
A young man climbed up from the coffin, panting.
(End of this chapter)