The lake is full of smoke and waves, and you can see the six paths;

The sand tower hides wind and gathers energy, and you can listen to all directions.

One hundred thousand years ago, Sand City was a water island city, which was originally a high altitude.

The sand tower is like a small hill, with nine floors of the sand tower, and it is the top of the mountain.

Will be on the top of the mountain and overlook the small mountains.

Here, you can also overlook Qianli, but you can listen with your ears.

All the movements and stillness in Shazhou can be heard. If a great cultivator sits here, even if he doesn't leave his home, he can know what is happening thousands of miles away.

Therefore, only Duke Di is qualified to sit here.

However, at this time, sitting on the ninth floor of the Sha Tower was a young man with sword-eyed eyebrows and star-like eyes closed like an old monk entering into meditation. He sat cross-legged on a cushion, and was the head of Wuji Sect Mo Wentian.

The Battle of Shacheng was a complete victory. Not only did the two marquises, Luo Sun Guyan, but all the masters of the five major Jindan sects in Di State were destroyed.

The Ku Bone Peak suffered heavy casualties. The Master of the Bone Demon Lord fled with injuries. The seven Golden Pill Masters fell three of them, which was a great injury to the vitality. The Ten Veins of the Demon Sect have become the lowest in the Demon Sect. Of course, it is not considered the Ten Thousand Beasts Valley and the Swallowing Temple. The Demon Sect's two Veins have been considered dead in name only.

For Wuji Sect, although there are several seventh-level spirit beasts that are seriously injured, the special building of the sect, Huanyang Hall, is naturally not a big deal. Although it costs a lot of top-grade spirit stones, the victory has gained a lot, which is enough to make up for these losses.

However, low-level spirit beasts were killed and injured, especially third-level lions and tiger beasts, which were less than a thousand. There was no way out. Those who acted as cannon fodder on the battlefield could always be the weak.

In this battle, Wuji Sect won a great victory. As long as you win Shacheng, you will basically control Shazhou, and the other four states are no problem.

On the ninth floor of the Sha Tower, there is no bone throne, only a simple cushion. Mo Wentian sat on it, intending to borrow this treasure land to condense the ears of the golden elixir.

The sound came from all directions, like a turbulent tide.

"Nan bread, naan bread, delicious naan bread!"

"My little lady, I'm not a big official from the East Gate, I have..."

"In Sand City, my identity must not be exposed unless it is absolutely necessary."

"My son Wang Teng is the magnanimous figure. After all, Darong Kingdom is too small tolerate a genius like him. He must visit famous teachers in other spiritual realms."

...

The sound of hawking, noise, carriages, etc. were heard continuously, like a continuous tide.

The wind is howling and the yellow sand is dancing. This is the sound of the creation of heaven and earth.

Flashes of camel bells rang, and a caravan was walking in the wind and sand, as if transporting goods to other cities.

"Kill!"

The sound of shouting, the sound of crossbow arrows, and the screams sounded.

A group of sand bandits rushed over, slaughtering all the caravans and snatching the goods from camels.

The vast Gobi Desert seemed to have no end, and it was not until the evening that I heard the familiar and lively voices.

Mocheng is the second city in Shazhou. The wind and sand at night are relatively small, which is a good time to go to the market. Naturally, there are crowds of people and the noise of bargaining everywhere.

Sand dates, sea buckthorn and licorice are the three treasures in Shazhou and are also the most frequent hawkers. In this short time, even the ears were almost heard.

It is less than thirty miles north of Mocheng, and it is the deserted hill in the north of Momen, and it is also the location of the Momen Mountain Gate. There are third-grade spirit stone ore veins here, which are buried very shallow. When you dig a sand layer, you will be the ore veins.

"Who is yours, why did you trespass into the Desert Sect?"

"I am the Master Wuliang True Lord, the head of Wuliang Sect. From now on, this place will no longer be called Damo Sect, but will be changed to Wuliang Sect. You are also disciples of Wuliang Sect."

"Bold, even if the head is not there, you can't tolerate you."

"God has the virtue of being alive. I do not want to commit murderous sins again. If you abandon the darkness and turn to the light and are willing to become a disciple of the Immortal Sect, you will spare the sin of disrespect."

"No, it's Jindan Zhenjun, what a terrible cultivation level."

...

The next day, snowflakes flew in Tuzhou.

The ravines and winding terraces show a unique softness in the roughness against the white snow.

Diling has been a Fengshui treasure land since ancient times, and a place for burials of kings, princes, generals and ministers. However, after being occupied by the Disha Gate, it became the mountain gate of the Jindan Sect.

"I am the head of the Golden Sword Sect. As long as you are willing to stay, you will be a disciple of the Golden Sword Sect. If you don't want to, don't blame me for being rude."

"My junior brothers, the head treats us well, and betraying the sect is a death sentence."

"Yes, life is the person from the Earth Demon Sect, death is the ghost from the Earth Demon Sect!"

"What is the King of Golden Sword? If you have the courage, you can do it!"

"ah!"

Three screams sounded, as if three human heads were flying up, blood gushing out, leaving bright and terrifying patterns on the snow.

On the third day, the land of Yuezhou was shining brightly and the sky was clear and cloudless.

Taiyue Mountain casts huge shadows on the earth under the sunlight.

"Boom boom boom!"

The Lord of Difeng held a giant mountain axe in his hand and slashed on the mountain gate three times in a row. The mountain protection formation collapsed, and hundreds of figures fled in a hurry, like a forest that was bombarded by thunder. The birds and beasts began to flee in all directions.

"Kill!"

True Lord Difeng waved his huge axe. At his command, the disciples of Difeng Sect rushed forward, and immediately pushed withered and rotten, as if they were completely one-sided slaughter.

"From then on, this Taiyue Mountain will be from Difengmen!"

In the void, the crazy laughter of Zhenjun Difeng came, and echoed in Taiyue Mountain.

On the fourth day, it was already evening in Shizhou.

The sun sets, the setting sun is like blood, and the heaven and earth become bloody.

At the foot of the giant stone mountain, there is a giant stone standing in the sky, as if it is about to penetrate the world.

"Big Stone Gate!"

The three simple and large characters are natural, each of which is about a meter in size, like a knife and axe. Even if you stand several miles away, you can see clearly.

"Boom!"

A sword light fell on it, like a thunderbolt, and actually erased the three words.

The sword light flashed continuously, like a silver hook and iron painting, and it was written on the huge stone to form characters, like a dragon and a snake wandering.

"Tians of the Sect!"

Each character is about 100 feet in size, exuding a domineering and powerful aura.

"Who?"

In the mountain protection formation, eight disciples of the Giant Stone Sect rushed out, but when they saw the situation in front of them, they were stunned and opened their mouths and didn't know what to say.

Under the huge rock, an old man with silver hair looked up at his head. He seemed quite satisfied with his beard twisting with his hands, and obviously that was his masterpiece.

"How dare you act rashly in front of the huge stone gate?"

The disciples of the Giant Stone Sect looked angry and pulled out their weapons one after another, surrounding the silver-haired old man.

"Everyone, the giant stone gate is not in line with the way of heaven. Wouldn't it be better to change it to the Tianshen Gate?"

The old man with silver hair turned his head, his face full of righteousness, as if every word he said represented the ultimate truth of heaven.

The setting sun is sinking, and the sunset is like blood!

I don’t know when it was, but the three words on the huge rock had turned blood red. I don’t know who was stained by it?

On the fifth day, the land of Zezhou was about to storm.

The clouds are everywhere, the white waves are surging, as if there is a heavy rain coming.

The Changhe Gang is located in the Changhe Valley, where there is a rich spiritual energy and a third-level spiritual medicine valley.

"Boom!"

A thunder sounded in the sky, and a figure fell from the sky, standing outside the mountain gate like a god. Hundreds of lights immediately broke through the sky and fell completely behind him.

"Crash!"

The mountain gate was wide open, and hundreds of disciples came out in panic and hurriedly knelt on both sides of the mountain gate.

"Welcome to the True Lord of Iron Hand. Below is the elder of the Changhe Gang. I am willing to lead my disciples to join the Iron Hand Sect and become disciples of the Iron Hand Sect from now on."

An old man with white hair and hunchback knelt forward and said in fear and fear: "The Lord Changhe has died and the Tao has disappeared. All the elite disciples of this sect have died. Although the disciples who are still in Changhe Valley are not worthy of being created, they can still do some chores. Wanwang Iron Hand True Lord saves his life."

"kindness!"

The Iron Hand True Lord waved his hand and naturally had no interest in killing the low-level disciples. He laughed and said, "Everyone, if you are a disciple of the Iron Hand Sect in the future, I will naturally treat you equally, so don't worry too much."

"Greetings to the True Lord of Iron Hand, thank you for not killing me!"

Under the leadership of the hunchbacked old man, a cry of relief immediately came, as if resounding throughout the valley.

There are new Jindan sects in the five states. The news spread quickly and they all fell into Mo Wentian's ears. At the same time, he could hear it, and officials from all over the country also had new appointments.

The change of power is not a day, but it also requires a process.
To be continued...