Every mortal monk must honestly practice spiritual skills.

If the monks who opened up this world made modifications for this consideration, then this person would be considered compassionate.

...

The three of them chatted while flying.

After more than half a month, Wanjian Mountain City finally appeared in the eyes of Fang Junmei and the others.

From a distance, the Wanjian Mountain City stands in a vast mountain range of countless miles, like black sword blades, piercing the sky, with about a hundred peaks.

The main peak in the center is like a broad sword, piercing straight into the sky, reaching seven or eight thousand feet high, with a very majestic and domineering momentum.

The other peaks leaned outward, like a blooming sword flower, guarding the main peak in the middle, as if it was deliberately chiseled out by an axe.

After only a few glances, the two of them felt aroused in their hearts and their feelings were shocked. The strange mountain in front of them opened their horizons.

"call--"

A faint sigh came from the side.

Duzui Zhenren said: "When I first saw Wanjian Mountain City, I was as shocked as you. From then on, I told myself that I would make a name for myself here."

When the two heard this, the corners of their mouths squirmed.

"Senior, has this Wanjian Mountain City always been the territory of the Sword Cultivation Alliance?"

Fang Junmei asked.

"Of course not."

Du Zui Zhenren said: "In the long-standing era, it seemed to belong to other forces, but it had long disappeared. There is nothing to trace in the past history. This is the case with our Eastern Holy Land. Today is still the lord of one side. In a blink of an eye, maybe it was yesterday's yellow flower. No matter who it is, he must always hold the dying awareness."
Chapter completed!