Seventy percent of the Tianhe Paradise is ocean, and only 30% is land.
Moreover, the size of the land is uneven. Except for the central area, which can be called a continent, the rest of the land can barely be regarded as islands.
Since the sea breeze is composed of sword energy and sword light, the living environment is slightly dangerous, so there are few ferocious beasts suitable for breeding. The main ones are the air swordfish ferocious beast group, the spiny sea shark ferocious beast group and the sword leaf butterfly.
Fortunately, the blue sword river surrounding the central continent is a scarce renewable resource. Through trading, Hongyuan can gradually improve the environment of Tianhe Paradise.
After two days and two nights of continuous planning, Hong Yuan finally laid a solid foundation for the vast Tianhe Paradise.
"Although only 10% of the blessed land is used, basically the blessed land can form a harmonious ecological cycle, and I can also be a small seller of Baohuangtian."
Hong Yuan had a smile on his face and looked at the vibrant blessed land with a contented expression.
It is not easy to practice martial arts.
Not only do we have to face disasters, but we also have to manage the blessed land well and let it grow towards the cave.
After doing this, Hong Yuan reached the highest peak in the Central Continent in an instant.
On the top of the highest peak, there is a palace.
This palace is majestic, with nine floors and a height of more than 900 feet.
Each floor is protected by concentric circles of city walls. The blue city wall is extremely wide and thick, and the walls are connected as a whole, making it almost impeccable.
The whole palace is majestic and majestic, as if the air is penetrating the sky!
"The Creator must have the air of the Creator."
Hong Yuan lightly grasped the Tianhe Sword and immediately entered the highest level of the palace.
In the blessed land of Tianhe, Hongyuan possesses all kinds of magical powers, like a god.
At this time, Hong Yuan was sitting on the silver throne, meditating on how to make good use of the blessed land and earn more primeval stones.
After thinking about it, Hong Yuan couldn't help but cast his eyes on the proficiency panel.
[Name: Hong Yuan]
【Shouyuan:25/】
【Qualification:71】
[Realm: Third level medium]
【school:
Soul Way (50% for Grandmaster), Sword Way (30% for Grandmaster)
Water channel (normal 63%), star channel (normal 23%)
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[Clone: Ice Armored Python (Hanyue Jiao 59%)]
[Level: Fourth level advanced]
[Talent: Hanyue Seal Magical Power, Wanjun Heavy Water Magical Power...]
Looking at Shouyuan's column, Hong Yuan's eyebrows slowly twisted.
The incarnations of swordsmanship have become martial saints, but there is no movement in the longevity column. They can still only rely on ice armor python clones to increase longevity.
"Obviously becoming a sixth-level martial saint can increase your life span by 300 to 1,000 years, but in the end, the incarnation cannot be fed back to the original body."
Hong Yuan pondered, "It seems that the art of protecting the Tao is only the art of protecting the Tao, and cannot become a method of immortality."
Hong Yuan looked at the Tianhe Sword that kept jumping in the void, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.
"The foundation of my immortality lies in the ice-armored python clone and the proficiency panel, but the art of protecting the path is also needed."
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Nanyang Mansion, Pengcheng.
Zhang Yinghe protected his sister Zhang Yingyu and walked carefully on the cracked muddy ground.
Since the sky suddenly cracked and floods spread across the earth, Pengcheng, a thousand-year-old city, split into two halves, with an unfathomable large crack appearing.
Even the outer city was affected, and there were small craters on the ground from time to time.
Compared with natural disasters, man-made disasters are more terrifying.
If Zhang Yinghe hadn't successfully awakened and became a powerful warrior, their little family would have been broken up long ago.
Now Zhang Yinghe not only protects his sister, but also the family of Zhang Xiaohua, an old laborer.
Soon, they arrived at the port.
On the shore of the port, the old laborer looked at the devastated land, anxious in his heart, and went straight to Sanlifang.
"Uncle Hua, Uncle Hua!" Zhang Yinghe waved his hand and called to the old laborer.
When the old laborer saw his nephew and niece, he quickly jumped over the protruding rocks and ran to Zhang Yinghe. "Yinghe Yingyu, are Xiaocao and the others okay?"
Zhang Yinghe raised his head and was about to show off his appearance, but unexpectedly his sister Zhang Yingyu touched his shoulder lightly, and he immediately stopped showing off.
Zhang Yingyu's face was gentle: "Uncle Hua, Xiaocao and the others are all fine. Yingsheng has become a warrior and will protect everyone well."
"Oh!?" The old laborer's eyes lit up and he gave Zhang Yinghe a thumbs up, "Good job."
Zhang Yinghe chuckled, straightened his head and looked back, puzzled: "Uncle Hua, where is Brother Yezi, where is Brother Yezi?"
Zhang Yinghe was still thinking of getting his sister to marry "Niu Yezi" and start a family.
"Yi Zi..." The old laborer's eyes, which had just brightened up, suddenly dimmed. "The floods are coming and hurricanes are coming. Ye Zi is afraid that something unexpected will happen to him."
Hearing this, Zhang Yingyu's two siblings were shocked.
Among them, Zhang Yinghe had a bitter look on his face and sighed, "How could this happen? Brother Ye Zi is obviously so diligent and down-to-earth, and so kind."
"Yeah, how could this happen..." Zhang Yingyu said regretfully. She recalled the "Niu Zizi" who always had a silly smile on his face, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.
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The aftermath of Bo Qing's sanctification is still shaking.
When the information about this battle was transmitted back to Fengxi Sect, Hong Yuan's master and senior brother were as happy as if they had had a good harvest. They were very happy.
Among them, master Lin Daoyan decided to hold a birthday party half a year in advance.
Fengxi Restaurant, the most famous restaurant of Fengxi Sect, has eight floors, and the price of each private room is very expensive.
At this moment, master Lin Daoyan booked the sixth floor for a birthday banquet.
"According to me, although Bo Qing is a demon thief, he is really talented." The speaker was Elder Lan of Lingzhi Garden, a dignified old woman.
"Indeed, he is so fierce. I simply can't imagine how he faced thousands of troops. Just thinking about the encirclement and suppression of Feng Qingpeng's ferocious beasts makes my hair stand on end." Elder Mo sighed. He said
He was also the leader of the Weapon Refining Hall's combat strength.
"It's so fierce, it's so fierce. Hahaha." Lin Daoyan raised his glass and drank the wine, feeling very happy.
Not only was the main table talking about Bo Qing, but Zhuo where Hong Yuan was sitting was also talking about the swordsman and martial artist Bo Qing.
Hong Yuan said nothing, still maintaining his taciturn temperament, and ate quietly.
"Little uncle..."
Xiao Yue'er looked at the two pieces of fatty pork in the porcelain bowl, and she looked at Hong Yuan pitifully.
She never thought about eating fatty pork, but her brothers and sisters all offered her food, and she couldn't refuse.
"Yeah, yeah." Hong Yuan smiled warmly, raised Kuai Zi, picked up the fatty pork like an old father, and helped Xiao Yue'er handle it.
"Thank you, uncle." A smile appeared on Xiao Yue'er's face, and then she happily immersed herself in her meal.
Hong Yuan felt something in his heart and looked up behind Xiao Yue'er.
Vaguely, he seemed to see his senior brother and sister-in-law behind Xiao Yue'er.
Senior brother Mo Jiuyou was just as he was when we said goodbye, wearing black armor, with a majestic body and an imposing figure like a bear. Senior sister-in-law, on the other hand, was wearing a blue palace skirt and holding senior brother Mo Jiuyou's arm.
The senior brother and sister-in-law saluted him and thanked him for taking care of Xiaoyue'er.
Then they looked at Xiaoyue'er again, and gradually moved away.
"Soul Dao... It is said that when Emperor Longyang Wu was young, his deceased father had been protecting him by his side. It seems that this rumor is not groundless." Hong Yuan thought to himself.
Under Mo Yue'er's delighted eyes, Hong Yuan picked up her favorite sweet and sour pork ribs and put them in her bowl.