Jiuquan City, outside the East City Gate.

The four-eared donkey monster's footsteps were still light, and the sound of "not able to get it, not able to get it" even had a strange rhythm. After listening carefully, it seemed that it was playing a piece of music, which made people feel light.

Mo Chengjun rode a donkey backwards, half lying on his body, his hands resting behind his head, and leisurely and contentedly.

There were many pedestrians coming and going on both sides. When they saw this person and donkey, they showed strange expressions, but they ignored them.

Although the donkey monsters have short legs, they actually run very fast. They can go far in just a moment of effort.

There are many mountains outside Jiuquan City, and when they climbed a hill, Mo Chengjun finally opened his eyes.

From here, Jiuquan City is in full view, and Mo Chengjun can see Zhao Yin who is still busy in the mansion.

This person is indeed quite unlucky. The road to the Human Emperor is full of ups and downs, but you have to admit that "tribulation" is the best experience for a person.

And what you get from experience is not only the mind, but also the wisdom.

Mo Chengjun also thought about how this person should prepare for it?

After all, although he still controls the rights of mortals, there are only these things, and the people arranged by major forces are all over the world.

You have to point a direction? We can't just run aimlessly, right?"

The young man was full of energy and smiled brightly: "Remember to wait for me..."

The corridor is very long and incredible. The walls on both sides are paved with white marble. You can see the carvings with concave and convex colors, murals that are soaked in color, and sculptures erected every other section.

The Qianshou Banquet is a screening, just like Mo Chengjun searching for villages and tribes in the Nanzhan Continent, screening people who can enter the Shinto.

It was a woman, a woman who covered her face with a veil, a long dress fluttering, her temperament was as cold as the moon. Although she couldn't see her appearance clearly, it did not delay her beauties.

That year, demons broke through Panlong City and slaughtered them wantonly. Although he returned from swords thousands of miles away, he was still late.

"No?"

This sculpture was a look back when she was about to leave. Although it was a stone carving, it was full of emotions. That look back seemed to see thousands of emotions.

The excited Mo Chengjun almost blurted out: "Let's go to change the history of Jiuzhou, open up new processes for the human race, and leave a brilliant mark in this world!"

He held up the secret record in his hand and said happily: "I have studied it carefully. In my experience, this Shinto system has been very perfect, making up for the shortcomings of the way of ghosts and gods."

He could imagine that this "final dance" would definitely be very exciting!

He wanted to take over the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains just to make the beauty smile.

In terms of this, even if Yunzhou changes its master, the Xinghe Sword Sect, one of the eight immortal sects, retreats and the Sword Fu Sect takes over, it still doesn’t have enough weight!

"You are such a lunatic!"

Until now...

That must be a subversive event, leaving all the immortal gates in an incredible and anxious state all day long, so they are not in the mood to pay attention to the struggles of mortals.

However, although his life was magnificent, his character was indeed polarized—the great man in the first half of his life and the sinner in the second half of his life.

"Barring, how long did you take to walk? Of course you were flying!"

There seemed to be a illusion in front of him, and he returned to countless years ago.

"If you can't do it, go farther, hum, you disciple!"

Mo Chengjun was stunned and blinked and asked, "Didn't I tell you before?"

He wore a golden helmet and a golden armor, holding the Human Emperor's Sword, started his business in a small town in the northwest. He fought for millions of miles in his life, met countless heroes and slaughtered countless monsters.

He finally stopped and stood in front of a sculpture.

Of course, these are not enough, far from enough. The newborn gods cannot resist the attacks of the Immortal Sect.

All of these are the best ways to avoid the intervention of the Immortal Sect.

Even Mo Chengjun, this cautious person, felt excited and thrilling at this time.

They were waiting for the dispute over the Kyushu Emperor to come to an end, and then they sold him for a good price...

They will cross the border between Liangzhou and Yunzhou and go to the northern border of the Jiuzhou people.

It was also when he realized that the martial artist could no longer save the world, he resolutely led Yiren into the game, divided the eight immortal sects in the world, each guarding the land of a state, and pulled the broken land of Jiuzhou from the edge of collapse again.

return.

"I said I agreed!"

In the corridor, the old man stuttered: "Mianmian, Mianmian, you may not be able to believe it. I am desperate, I am desperate, and someone actually sent it to me."

This is the disaster of ghosts and gods!

The corridor is very long, but at the end of the day, the old man's pace is slow and he finally has a moment of stopping.

God's capital.

"Yes!"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?"

But the boy took a step forward and said as if intoxicated: "This will be my lifelong wish!"

"Good come."

The girl was so scared that she took a step back instinctively, and then frightened, scaring: "If you want to hire me as your wife, you need to use the country as a medium, the country as a hiring, and thousands of people will drink for us. Can you fulfill your wish?"

"Liangzhou? Then go?"

It’s a pity that he has gone through a lot of hardships and gained a country, but lost a beauty.

Now he is no longer a refugee in the wilderness, and no one has dared to talk to him like this for a long time.

"What?"

That night, when the boy returned home, he was already bruised and swollen, limped and beaten miserably. But the next day, he packed up his luggage and left the Panlong City.

A sword stopped on his neck, and as long as he sent it forward, he could cut off the boy's head.

"I agreed."

If he faced it naked, he would probably be wiped out in one round. If there was a disaster between ghosts and gods, Zhao Yin would be crushed and ashes.

But Mo Chengjun had already had an idea. This was his second purpose for coming out of the cave and the final chapter of the second phase of the "Great Plan"!

"Ahem, sorry, sorry, it's my fault!" Mo Chengjun hurriedly said: "Let's go to Liangzhou first for the next stop!

Look at the scenery, do some experiments, and make some arrangements. Of course, look at the Buddhism in this world and the great monks."

Just a look back with millions of people, the boy could no longer take his eyes off and could not let go of his love from now on.

In Mo Chengjun's words, they will embark on a new journey!

...

That night, he hugged the girl's body, cried bitterly, filled the sky with murderous intent, and reached the top of martial arts in one fell swoop, becoming a martial saint, and slaughtering all the demons until blood flowed into a river.

At this moment, the old man's eyes were indescribable tenderness, and his cold heart seemed to be warming.

The four-eared donkey demon was full of innocent eyes: "Is there any?"

As if feeling the mood of his own owner, the Four-Ear Donkey Monster asked, "Where are we going now?"

"This fairy, my surname is Zhao and my name is Hao. I want to hire you as my wife, but I don't know what you need?"

And in this stretch of mural, there is never a man, a man as dazzling as the sun.

The four-eared donkey demon was stupid. He stopped and turned his head. He could see a donkey face with an old man: "Can you say something human?"

In the deep underground palace, an old man with thin hair and hunched back was walking in a long corridor.

"You want to marry me?"

"Aren't I talking about human words?"

As he spoke, the old man's expression was distorted, mixed with joy and excitement, and great fear. If someone else was there, he would probably doubt his eyes.

If you look at it from the beginning, it is not difficult to find that these murals and carvings began in the late years of the Great Xia Dynasty more than 500 years ago.

Everyone knows that Emperor Hao, the great Xuan Taizu, had a belief in pacifying the world, and was the people and water and fire, but he never thought that this belief was just a promise he made to his beloved.

The four-eared donkey monster received the order and immediately drove the demonic power to form a demon cloud. The four short legs kept moving, but they were held up by the demon cloud.

Just one decision caused a huge disaster in Jiuzhou, killing nearly one-third of the people.

His surname was Zhao, but after becoming famous, he was named the surname "Emperor". He was the founding emperor Hao.

It is said that he is a great man, because he ended the corrupt rule of the Daxia Dynasty and pulled the human race back from the brink of extermination.

"What about the country?"

It can be said that he is a sinner just because of a wrong decision to ascend to the throne of the Human Emperor.

So, there is something that needs to attract the attention of the entire Jiuzhou Immortal Sect.

Some of them were mighty generals, some were Confucian scholars who were well-read, some dressed up as officials, and some were knights carrying several long swords...

"No!"

They are also founding heroes of the Daxuan Dynasty. Anyone who chooses it will have a glorious past that lasts three days and three nights.
To be continued...