At night, the Mangshan Mountains, the Wuji Peak!

In the vast night sky, there are stars scattered with stars, operating according to different trajectories, interpreting the mystery of all things in the world.

Suddenly, in the distant northeast direction, red clouds swept across, covering the sky, blocking the sun and blocking half of the sky.

"The gateway to the northeast was really opened."

Mo Wentian sat cross-legged on the top of the peak, looking up at the sky in the distant sky, with deep light flashing in his starry eyes, as if he was peeking at the mystery of the world and comprehending the unpredictable chess game in the world.

The world is a chess game, and the stars are chess pieces. The red light surges into the sky in the northeast direction, which means that there will be a war. This is a sign conveyed by God.

"Senior Brother, the news just came from the sound screen, the seal of Tiandu Gate was opened."

Lei Wanshan walked up quietly and stood respectfully behind. Wuji Sect developed to its current scale. News came from the sound screen every day, but many of them stopped at the level of protectors. Even as the deputy head of the sect, he rarely inquire about it.

The seal of Tiandu Gate was opened. This was a major change that had not been seen in tens of thousands of years. The news came too shocking, so we must report it to the head as soon as possible.

"Junior Brother Lei, you immediately summon your disciples and set out to Wubian, Beimo."

When Lei Wanshan was promoted to the left-hand sect, he was given the important task of defense in Northeast China. This was arranged by Mo Wentian long ago. Since the seal of Tiandu Gate has been opened, it would be even more uninterrupted.

"yes!"

Lei Wanshan said just one word, then he held his fists and took the order away, turned around and disappeared under Wuji Peak.

"Why!"

Mo Wentian couldn't help but sigh, and stood on the top of the peak facing Xu Yefeng with his hands behind his back, looking down at the peaks of the Mangshan Mountains at his feet, with a thoughtful look on his face.

The seal of the Tiandu Gate was opened, and there were signs of mobilizing the troops of the Great Chu, and Da Zheng also made corresponding preparations. He was not worried. Since the King of Chu could go south to attack Zheng, Da Zheng could also go north, which may not be a bad thing for the Bianhuang Spirit Realm.

But it is a bit troublesome. The wild demon clan opened up a battlefield in the northwest direction, and the Wuji Sect was facing a situation of fighting on both sides. If it was to quickly establish a victory, it would probably not be an easy task. Although there were many captured masters in the Tibetan prison, unfortunately, they could not pass it over.

Lingyu has become the key to restricting the rapid development of the sect. Even if the captured prisoners are plundered, the amount of only twenty low-grade Lingyu is not enough to be used.

Master Tianluo needs fifty low-grade spiritual jade to pass through the transformation, and the best man in the land, and forty-five low-grade spiritual jade to pass through the transformation. Old Mrs. Tang is even more deadly and actually needs seventy low-grade spiritual jade. However, she was originally in a state of nearly life, and in Mo Wentian's opinion, there was no value to subdue.

Twenty low-grade spiritual jade can only transform into three elders of Qianlong and cultivator like Shendanzi. However, the battle is imminent, so the spiritual jade must be used on the blade, so there is no rush to transform them.

The war is about to break out. What needs to be done urgently is to complete the sect construction task and upgrade the seventh level building as soon as possible to enhance the sect's strength.

The Wanzhenlou branch mission has completed seventeen buildings, and three more buildings are needed to complete the task.

When Mo Wentian thought of this, he reached out to find the teleportation token. The Heavenly General Mansion, which he used to escape from that day, was going to return by taking this route. It has been several days since then. The King of Western Chu should not be standing there!

If this is the case, then he is really too persistent and just waiting for the rabbit is just like that.

Immediately, Mo Wentian Likong came to the teleportation array. With the respectful salute of the guard disciple, he immediately used the teleportation array token and left here in an instant.

At the same time, hundreds of thousands of miles away, a dazzling light suddenly flashed above the Shence Mansion of Tianjiang City, showing a vortex-shaped bright nebula, and a figure walked out from inside.

"Good boy, you're finally here!"

Suddenly, a fury sound came over, and as the sound fell, a pair of pink hammers fell from the sky, even the sky seemed to be dyed red, pressing down heavily out of thin air.

"I'm dizzy, no!"

Mo Wentian never dreamed that several days had passed, and the King of Western Chu was really here. At this time, the teleportation process had not been completed, and he didn't even have time to dodge, so he could only bite the bullet and follow up.

"slow!"

"Stay!"

"Certainly!"

The three-word words were heard, and the pair of pink giant hammers seemed to be bound, and they stopped in the air for a moment. Taking advantage of this fleeting time, Mo Wentian reached out to slap the treasure bag on his waist. Three spiritual weapons broke out from the air, blocking them like iron walls.

A golden brick surged in the storm, forming a magnificent golden city wall, followed by a shield with a thick door panel, standing out of thin air like a monument, covering the back tightly.

The last spiritual weapon among the three was a magic weapon that looked like a bronze ancient bell. It suddenly magnified above the head, completely covering him. Mo Wentian used this spiritual weapon to block Old Mrs. Tang's flying dragon claws yesterday, which showed his strong defense ability.

These three are defensive spiritual weapons, all of which are Mo Wentian's spoils. Their original owners were all imprisoned in the Ksitigarbha Prison, but the magic weapons were all plundered.

"boom!"

The pink giant hammer fell down with a bang, and the brick wall was blown to pieces. It didn't slow down at all, and it shot down like a broken bamboo.

"Bang!"

The pink giant hammer fell on the shield and actually broke through the huge hole. Although the castration of the giant hammer was slightly reduced, it was still as fast as lightning and continued to hit the bronze ancient bell.

"clang!"

A very dull bell rang out, and the ancient bell was actually sunk. Mo Wentian, who was hidden inside, couldn't help but shock his chest, as if he was being pressed heavily by a giant mountain, almost spitting out blood.

horrible!

It's really terrible!

All three defensive spiritual weapons could not withstand the attack of the King of Western Chu. If they really fought head-on with him, they would definitely not be the opponent.

"escape!"

In the flash of lightning, Mo Wentian could only choose to apply oil to the soles of his feet. He immediately reached out and patted the treasure bag on his waist. A bronze wheelchair broke out and drove him away like a war horse.

After being refined by Shan Yuefeng, the seven-colored Linglong Palace has been his commonly used flying magic weapon in recent years. But if you want to escape under the nose of the King of Western Chu, this low-grade spiritual weapon is obviously not enough. However, the bronze wheelchair obtained from Mrs. Tang is of extremely high quality and the flight speed is more than just above.

"The Life and Death Car, is this the magic weapon of the Magic Artifact King?"

In the void, the shocked voice of the King of Western Chu was heard. It seemed difficult for him to understand what he saw in front of him. How could the master who was as famous as his magic weapon, Old Lady Tang, put his magic weapon into the hands of this kid?

"Come on your life!"

No matter what, he must keep his life today, otherwise what is the face of Shen Ce Mansion?

The pair of pink giant hammers became lightning faster and pressed down like a mountain pressing down on the air. The pair of giant hammers had not yet fallen, and the stormy aura rolled in, just like the sky was about to press down.

"Overlord, you really have supernatural powers. I will not be with you!"

Mo Wentian laughed loudly and reached out to pat the armrest of the bronze wheelchair. Suddenly, black smoke filled the sky and the earth like a covert, and anyone who was in it could only see absolute darkness.

In such darkness, the bronze wheelchair was lost and the pink hammer burst into the air. When the King of Western Chu was about to take action again, the bronze wheelchair was at the end of the sky and was already far beyond the attack range.

"Where to escape?"

A red light cut through the sky, following meteors rushing to the moon. I don’t know what magical powers the King of Western Chu were so fast.

However, the bronze wheelchair was faster, with flames soaring into the sky under the seat, and powerful pushing power was heard, and Mo Wentian disappeared into the dark night.

If it were someone else, he would have been dumped long ago, but the King of Western Chu was persistent in his character and actually bit behind him. Even if he urged his magic power to escape, he would not be able to get rid of it.

In fact, if Mo Wentian wanted to leave, there was no way, it was just teleporting back to the sect. But if this was the case, it would be difficult to guarantee that the King of Western Chu would not stay here, so there would be no way to continue to return as usual. He could only go to Tiandu Mountain honestly. Even if he could rush to the fastest time, he would have to waste several days on the road.

There was no choice but to rush forward with his head covered. Fortunately, with his escape speed, only a master like the King of Western Chu could barely follow closely behind.

An hour passed, and the sky gradually turned white. Under the faint morning light in the morning, Mo Wentian suddenly discovered that a city appeared in front of him, as if an ancient giant beast lying on the ground, exuding a rough and majestic aura.

Qinghu City!

This is the main city of Changzhou, Dachu. Although the population does not exceed tens of millions, the difference is not very far. In other words, although it is not in the Wanzhen Building construction plan, it is already very close to twenty.

"It's right here!"

It is better to choose a day than to hit the day. The task is to build 20 Wanzhenlou branches. Even in the wild mountains and rivers, it doesn’t matter. There is no need to be in the most prosperous city. Qinghu City is also a good choice.

Thinking of this, Mo Wentian immediately accelerated his speed and shot into Qinghu City like a cannonball. He had to complete the construction as quickly as possible, after all, the God of Killing was closely followed by the God of Killing.

"Who?"

"Fellow Daoist, please stop!"

"Who is trespassing in Qinghu City? Why don't you come down quickly?"

...

The city is a gathering place for humans and is also a place where cultivators are prohibited from flying in the air. The generals guarding the city immediately stepped forward and bent their bows and arrows to block the city gate.

However, with their cultivation level, if they want to block the path of Wuji True King, they are destined to be able to stop a loneliness.

"Select here for the cultivation market!"

Mo Wentian immediately noticed a large amount of spiritual fluctuations under the Qinghu in the middle of the city through the sensing of his spiritual consciousness. It was obvious that there were a large number of cultivators moving at the bottom of the lake, and they were not sure what they were doing.

The Xiuzhen Market in Qinghu City was actually built at the bottom of the lake, which is quite interesting.

However, with the construction of Wanzhen Building, this will also become history.

Mo Wentian didn't have time to choose a location, so he directly called the Wanzhen Tower token toward the lake. Suddenly, the mist in the sky was filled with mist, and the misty water vapor was covered with white water on the lake. Except for the jingling sound, nothing could be seen clearly inside.

"Where is the True King of Wuji, where to leave?"

A roaring sound came like a thunderous sound. Before the person could come, the sound seemed to be a sharp sword passing by, making Mo Wentian’s eardrum feel like a torn pain. His brain suddenly became dizzy and almost fell in the air.
Chapter completed!