It's the day.

The mist is dim.

The royal city is completely hazy.

Wu Rong, who was sitting cross-legged on the bus, looked sideways into the distance, and the royal city came into view.

The pavilions scattered high and low like mountains and rivers are running like flying stars, the stars in the big and small squares are rotating, the Great Wall that separates the long neighborhoods is winding like a flying dragon, and the soldiers in green armor stand with long spears, burning with a faint evil spirit.

Suddenly, he turned his gaze.

Turtles, snakes, dragons, and chariots soar through the clouds and mist, and there seems to be an invisible tunnel under your feet, connecting to the Tianlong Bridge, carrying people to the Cloud Palace of Tiangong.

call!

Break through the mist and step onto the clouds.

The ancient emperor wrote and splashed gold and ink.

Mixed with the faint cool air of green and green, thousands of radiances are swaying wantonly on the boundless white clouds. They are thick and colorful, not stingy, vigorous and powerful, leaking through the sky and into the earth, intertwining with the mist of the royal city to form an endless sky.

The vast ocean, the turbulent flow turns to the high wall of the distant sky.

The unicorn flag is flying.

Wu Rong glanced far away and then looked straight ahead.

There are fairy palaces floating on the top of the clouds, and the beautiful buildings and jade buildings are all in the distance from the city gate.

It was only then that I finally felt grounded.

Listening to the sound coming from beside me, it turned out that the turtle, snake and dragon carriage had stepped steadily on an ancient real long bridge, and several long bridges juxtaposed with it were also welcoming different dragon carriages.

Press the dragon carriage slightly.

All the cultivators stepped off the carriage one after another under the guidance.

There were dozens of generals on both sides, each of them clad in strong armor and manifested in golden bodies. There were also several heavenly officials beside them. After the handover, they issued some command, and the closed city gate was pushed with a creak, and the thick city gate was pushed forward.

It actually slowly disappeared during the push.

The gate of the royal city is high and wide in front of everyone.

"Senior, please."

After hearing the words of the messenger beside him, Wu Rong nodded slightly.

The envoy's name is Zhao Jing, a junior official in the Li Palace.

"How come he can also ride on a dragon chariot?"

An inappropriate sound came from the diagonal direction.

The speaker is tall and thin, with green skin and white hair.

When he saw that Wu Rong was able to board the dragon carriage, he asked coldly. His inspiration and aura broke away and turned into an invisible but sharp treasure weapon, which was hidden and silent.

Keng!

Dozens of god generals were at war with each other, looking at the speaker with indifferent expressions.

Wu Rong, who was about to leave, looked indifferent, glanced sideways at the other party, then boarded the dragon chariot and sat down calmly.

Even if he had to go there on foot, he felt it didn't matter. However, since it was such a formal occasion when the royal city was being sealed, the treatment should be according to Lord Dao.

As for others, he doesn't need to explain to anyone.

"We are also great sages, and we dare not pretend to be the sage king. The reality is very different. How come he can ride in the chariot of the Taoist Lord, but we have to take a step behind him."

Another person stepped out, and it was a top holy king.

Since ancient times, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. It depends on whether one's personal aura is strong or weak, but there is basically no mistake in that realm.

Even though the young man in the dark red robe has magical powers, he is not a real Taoist king.

"Excellent students should calm down their anger. There are many such examples."

The junior official of the Li Palace next to the Holy King raised his hands and explained: "Not to mention far away, there was a man 1,300 years ago who entered the Taiyue Palace in a dragon chariot in a holy state and was awarded the title of Marquis."

The Holy King of the Underworld was deep in thought, his eyes flashing with light.

He has also heard the other party's legend.

It is said that that person was able to kill a flower in reverse in the Great Sage Realm. He was one of the second of the ten tribes, the Celestial Race, and an unparalleled true genius. He defeated many young people thousands of years ago and should have already entered the Taoist Realm by now.

The junior official did not lower his voice.

Therefore, many great saints who came to be consecrated also heard his words.

The atmosphere of doubt just now was like ice melting.

If the opponent is also an invincible strong man like that, there is nothing wrong with riding on the dragon chariot and walking in front of them.

The Holy King of the Underworld asked: "Who is he?"

"This... even the junior official doesn't know."

The junior official of the Li Palace shook his head slightly.

"He is not a monk from the Yintian Ten Thousand Clan. As for his true identity, we should ask fellow Taoists from the Horned Demon Clan."

Zhang Shaoyuan of the Ghost Tribe hugged his shoulders and glanced over at the young man from the Horned Demon Tribe who had come to Wu Rong's rescue, with curiosity on his face.

Jiang Hao from the Horned Demon Clan looked stunned.

He also didn't expect that the other party would ride in Daojun's chariot.

At that time, he spoke to rescue the enemy completely in response to the ancestor's call.

"Do fellow Taoists know him?"

The Holy King of the Underworld slightly arched his hands.

"I...I don't know, I only met him once."

Jiang Hao from the Horned Demon Clan quickly shook his head. He didn't even know how the geniuses of these powerful clans could know each other with his level of cultivation.

Later, the man lived in seclusion and had no chance to talk.

"That's such a shame."

The Saint King of the Underworld put away his kindness and boarded the Great Saint's chariot with an expressionless expression.

"I want to see if he is the same as the one from the Celestial Clan. That person actually defeated the world's masters. Even Ichika Dao-kun died in his hands."

Zhang Shaoyuan from the ghost tribe sneered and also got on the chariot.

Originally, he could not care about it because of Taojun's face, but the other party got on Daojun's chariot and stepped into Taiyue Palace. If he was asked to make a marquis again, not to mention that he would not agree, and everyone in the world would not agree, that would not be called virtue.

coordination.

What strength should be in that position.

Don't look at each Taoist friend who is older than the other, or the senior who is older than the younger. It will really make you care more closely.

A high monk can take action mercilessly because of other people's offenses.

Others would only say that the killing was good.

So how can you show your strength?

Fame.

Ranking on the Holy Lord List.

…

And the most solid record.

These are not false names, but very direct benefits.

The more famous you are, the more resources you will receive.

When sects and big families see their influence in the spiritual world, they will also take the initiative to add fuel to the flames and help them stabilize or even advance to the next level.

This is inherently a mutually beneficial good thing.

There is no greater proof of this than defeating a monster that was once the same as it was thirteen hundred years ago.

Why not judge heroes by success or failure?

Since ancient times, the winner is king.

Don't say that he was resisting because of Wu Rong's identity. Even if he didn't provoke him, Wu Rong would be in a difficult situation by himself.

Wu Rong remained indifferent to everyone's comments.

If he did have stage fright in the past, now that he has such confidence, he has developed a sense of magnanimity. This is the benefit brought by strength.

People who do not suffer criticism are mediocre.

I want to gain the support of Wangcheng and show my potential and strength.

Before going out, he also persuaded his master to let him go to the Taiyue Hall in a grand manner. It would be a pity not to take advantage of such a famous occasion. However, his master, Tushanjun, was used to keeping a low profile and was not willing to interact with others.
To be continued...