Chapter 1197 Jiang Dynasty, all people return to their hearts
"Lao Niu, you...".
When Qin Nan reacted, Lao Niu had already broken the restrictions on the surface of the Sky Tower, and a terrifying divine thought as powerful as a flood directly forced Qin Nan's consciousness out.
At this moment, Qin Nan's expression changed drastically.
Although it was only for a moment, he clearly saw Lao Niu's soul.
It was a green bull that was tens of thousands of feet high, with horns standing upright, entwined with mighty thunder. Its whole body was covered with blue scales the size of the mouth of a bowl, lined up like fish scales.
The terrifying demonic body emits endless cyan radiance, and the demonic aura soars into the sky, penetrating the heaven and earth. If Lao Niu completely releases his soul, Qin Nan knows that he is no match for him!
"What Demon Lord Yutian said is true! This group of ancient true spirits is really terrifying. I must be careful in the future!"
Qin Nan thought to himself, a trace of solemnity flashed across his eyes.
Except for Lao Niu, I am afraid that all of these ancient true spirits in front of me have to be careful!
"Hahaha...Xiao Nanzi, this Sky Control Tower is mine!"
The old cow looked up to the sky and laughed.
He stared wide-eyed and kept playing with the Sky Control Tower. A stream of green light penetrated into the tower. Suddenly, the black light flashed, the void rolled, and there was a faint dragon's roar coming from inside.
"This guy is truly worthy of being an ancient spirit. He can actually understand the creatures hidden inside this tower in just a few breaths!"
Qin Nan was shocked again.
He was sure he heard correctly.
Dark light rolled around the Sky Tower, and there were indeed bursts of dragon roars coming from inside. It was extremely low and hoarse, as if the opponent was trapped in a certain place.
Lao Niu seemed to have noticed something strange inside, a green light flashed in the palm of his hand, and he directly put the Yukong Tower into the Dantian space.
"Don't worry, Xiao Nanzi, I have recovered all the memories of my previous life. Before I go to Tianlong World this time, I will set up countless protective formations in the mountains and rivers of Jian Zun Jiuzhou, which will definitely protect Jian Zun's continent for thousands of years of peace!"
Sure enough, this guy started bragging again.
After so many years, this guy is still very good at showing off to others.
Time flew by in a flash, and in the blink of an eye, it was already three months later.
On the Jianzun Continent, Wolong City in Dongzhou has undergone earth-shaking changes. Pavilions have risen from the ground, about a thousand feet high, and the city walls stretch for thousands of miles from east to west. They are majestic and majestic, looking down on the world.
The city was crowded, tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of Jianzun monks came from all over the mountains and rivers of Jianzun Jiuzhou, and they all gathered in Wolong City.
"Brother Wang, you are here too!"
"Master Qin Nan is the patron saint of my Sword Master. Now, Master Qin Nan is about to break through the barrier! It also coincides with the establishment of the Jiang Dynasty, and the founding ceremony will be in the future. Such a major event, Sword Master Jiuzhou monk, who knows
, who doesn’t know?”
"Hahaha... The two Taoist brothers are right! I heard that Master Qin Nan personally accepted Jiang Tian as his disciple and took him to retreat together!"
"Is there such a thing as this?"
"I'll be honest with you! Master Qin Nan rules the mountains and rivers of Jiuzhou, and his peak combat power may have already surpassed that of the late stage of divine transformation! After this founding ceremony, Master Qin Nan will personally open an altar to teach the law, so as to pass on his achievements to all generations!"
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Inside Wolong City, there was a lot of people and hustle and bustle.
Qin Nantong established a unified and prosperous cultivation dynasty, and the officials selected were all monks from the sects of the third rank or above of Jianzun Jiuzhou Shanhe.
After the battle on the Tianyuan battlefield, the mountains and rivers of Sword Lord Jiuzhou withered, and all the monks of the third-grade and above sects basically lost their orthodoxy. Even the surviving monks of the sects were all below the Sword King level.
Fortunately, Dao Qianqian left behind a backup plan, so he could wash away the essence and marrow of the thousands of monks who survived in the mountains and rivers of Jiuzhou, and forcibly improved their cultivation.
Dong dong dong...
A shocking loud noise echoed throughout the city.
In an instant, the hustle and bustle in the city disappeared, and there was a dead silence.
Everyone stopped and stared across the sky, looking at the splendid imperial palace in the center of Wolong City.
"Emperor Jiang is about to leave seclusion! Please invite the monks above the Sword King realm to enter the palace quickly and wait for them! All the monks below the Sword King realm will enter the palace on foot and enter in order according to their respective belongings. Anyone who violates the rules will be killed without mercy!"
An old voice rumbled through Wolong City.
The void shook, and an old man in white clothes and white hair rose into the sky from inside the palace and stood suspended in front of the palace gate.
"Greetings to Senior Taixu!"
"Greetings to Senior Taixu!"
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When the owners of the eyes saw the person coming, they all leaned over and saluted.
This white-haired old man is also the only Sword Master Realm strongman to survive in the mountains and rivers of Jiuzhou.
During the bloody battle on the Tianyuan battlefield, he was seriously injured and chose to remain in seclusion for life and death. He did not come out until Qin Nan returned with his troops and pacified the mountains and rivers of Sword Master Jiuzhou.
"Lord Qin Nan has given an order that after everyone enters the palace, it is forbidden to use magic! It is forbidden to cause trouble! Anyone who violates this rule will be killed without mercy!"
The white-haired man had a cold look on his face, and when he said the word "Qin Nan", a trace of deep fear appeared in his old eyes.
"Thank you sir for reminding me!"
"Thank you sir for reminding me!"
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"Hmph! Time is running out, so hurry up and enter the palace! If you miss the time when Master Qin Nan comes out of seclusion, don't blame me for being ruthless with the sword!"
The white-haired man snorted coldly, waved his sleeves and robes, and a terrifying invincible sword power erupted from his body, like a flood bursting its embankment, with such cold power that it made people tremble.
"Damn it! I haven't seen you for three days, so I'm going to look at you with admiration! Back then, this person's sword power was weak, so he couldn't stand on the battlefield of Tianyuan! Now his sword power is as if he has been reborn, unparalleled in coldness, soul-stealing coldness!"
"Hmph! Why are you being so arrogant? This old guy is blessed by Master Qin Nan! Rumor has it that this man, despite being an old man, knelt down to worship Qin Nan directly after seeing him! This is how he has achieved what he has today!"
"Brother, be silent! We are here not just to listen to Master Qin Nan's opening sermon! Just in case, we should say less!"
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One after another, they looked at the white-haired man, and their hearts were filled with excitement. At the same time, they were even more looking forward to Qin Nan's opening sermon.
There was deathly silence between heaven and earth. Everyone did not dare to make a sound and lined up to enter the palace.
In Wolong City, the imperial palace complex covers an area of tens of thousands of miles and is magnificent. Its interior corridors are winding and row upon row. Each palace is as big as a mountain, condensing a majestic and majestic force.
Soon, everyone gathered deep inside the palace and came to an altar covering an area of thousands of miles.
On the altar, one hundred and eight golden drums stood majestically. In front of each golden drum was a muscular man beating the hammers. The sound of the drum shook the heaven and the earth, and the sound waves spread thousands of miles.
Center of the altar.
Lao Niu, Lao Zhu, Xuanyuan Kong, Golden-winged Dapeng, White Dragon Elephant, Golden Holy Lion...the other six ancient true spirits lined up and sat cross-legged under the desk in the center of the altar.
Luo Yitian stood tall and graceful, wearing a pure white gown, her green-white jade fingers twirling her bangs, her beautiful eyes looking towards a palace in front of the altar from time to time.
The palace in front is the retreat place for Qin Nan and Jiang Tian.
"Dong dong dong...".
One hundred and eight golden drums vibrated in unison.
About half an hour later, a golden light suddenly bloomed in the palace in front of the altar, and a golden light pillar soared from inside the palace into the sky.
"Congratulations to Mr. Qin Nan for coming out of seclusion!"
"Congratulations to Mr. Qin Nan for coming out of seclusion!"
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In Wolong City, more than 300,000 Sword Lord monks, regardless of their level of cultivation, all gathered in all directions of the altar.
At this moment, everyone looked up at the magnificent palace and agreed in unison, and the eyes of every Sword Master monk were filled with awe and fear.