Five hundred years have passed since the widespread popularity of Creation Tower, and Zhucheng has further developed. You can see from afar that there are three black ribbons between the world, standing tall, connecting the sky and the earth.

This is a cosmic transport aircraft for mortals to heaven, known as "Xin Buzhou Mountain". The appearance of each ladder is fixed by the dragon clan. The dragon clan uses its own body to ensure that the ladder can be straight upward.

Looking at the black ribbon from a distance, looking at the Panlong Pillar close at a close. And it is the highest Panlong Pillar in the Three Realms, the Dragon Clan is almost becoming a building material here. But there are indeed many dragon clans. Yun Yao even suspected that the Dragon King of the Four Seas did it on purpose. Once Zhucheng has new developments, the number of dragon clans will explode, and no more or less will just fill the demand.

This is the wisdom of the dragon clan. The ten thousand-year-old second child is not a false reputation.

"Look, this is Zhu Cheng." Dapang was excited again. Although he was here for the first time, it did not affect his introduction to others at all.

Everyone looked at the skyline, and various colors were piled up together, sometimes jumping, sometimes chaotic, sometimes very calm. The city of Zhu is full of various colors, representing magic powers of different attributes. And you can see that some cities are raining, while some cities have bright eyes.

Of course, it is not raining, but the dragon tribe sprays water to purify the air. Although Zhucheng has the most complete garbage disposal and has entered the era of printing after the creation tower, the pollution has basically disappeared without opening mountains to make steel. However, pollen and dust are definitely impossible to disappear, so it is sprayed regularly to clean it up.

"This is so beautiful." said the old model worker. She had no education and knew it was good.

The elite man didn't say a word, and looked at it first and then said, he only felt that this land was full of magic. He couldn't help but envy the monks flying around. He must have no worries when living in this land. He thought he could realize his own value in the second mortal world, but in the end he made a lot of money and got an incurable disease. In the end, everything would be empty, and it would be better to practice immortality freely.

When you enter the city, the colors are close to you, and there are all things you don’t know around you. There are tall buildings and sword immortals shuttle through them. There are dragons everywhere. There are dragons on each building, and dragons also have various colors, which are very strange. Although jade plaques are used, there are so many scenery in Zhucheng that a jade plaque is useless at all. The human brain is limited, and jade plaques can only give them basic knowledge and let them understand various words on the street.

"This commercial atmosphere is too strong." Zhou Yu couldn't help but say: "It's too lively, more lively than the pedestrian street."

"Because Zhucheng is a mixed mortal living in immortals and mortals, and it is also the largest trading place in the Three Realms, people, gods, ghosts, monsters and fairies all come to Zhucheng to purchase, so there are factories and shops everywhere. It is precisely because of these that many mortals have the opportunity to cultivate immortals, including you, of course." Zhu Jin said, asking him to say that if he wants to achieve the god-making indicators, Zhucheng's technical support will definitely be indispensable.

"Yes, yes, yes." Dapang said: "I have heard that in the past, our human race could only look at the face of the demon race, because there are more monks in the demon race than the human race, but with Zhucheng, now our human race has 100 million monks, and one person can drown the demon race if he spits in one mouthful."

"It's not that exaggerating. Among these 100 million monks, there are foreign monks, but not only humans, so don't brag. Zhucheng has many masters, be careful that disaster comes from the mouth. If you are turned into chickens, ducks, fish and eaten by magic, I can't save you." Zhu Jinlai seriously warned his friends that they can't talk nonsense when they arrive in Zhucheng.

When Dapang heard that someone might have eaten, he immediately shut up and kept quiet.

Others also changed their faces when they heard about eating people, because they had never thought that there was still the risk of being eaten by cultivating immortals.

"Is there really a monk who eats people?" Zhou Yu asked with a fearful expression.

Zhu Jinlai nodded and affirmed, "Yes, but don't worry. Generally, monks will not eat people. People are not delicious and do not increase their cultivation. Only some monks with bad brains will eat people, and the number is very small."

There are really people who cannibalize themselves. Although there are very few, they still realize that cultivating immortals is not just romantic, but also has great risks.

"It seems that I have thought about cultivating immortals too well." The elite man finally couldn't help but speak. Just now, his mind was full of beautiful imaginations of cultivating immortals, but being eaten might have brought him back to reality.

"Cultivating immortals is not beautiful, as long as you live in the three realms, how can you be beautiful? In the past, monks would have to survive a disaster, and the path to death will disappear in an instant, so it is not that easy." Although Zhu Jinlai was not a monk, he also practiced Qi. Moreover, his family's ancestors managed inns, had a wide range of knowledge and knew that practice had nothing to do with romance, which was quite dangerous. In other words, after Zhucheng, his practice became much more stable.

Everyone stopped talking and came to their destination without saying a word. The Jie Cult is located in Zhucheng branch temple. The big Jie Cult is projected in the air. The translucent golden words are amazing. The entire branch temple is full of people, either studying, discussing, playing, or practicing, like a higher education institution.

"Shopkeeper Zhu, I'm waiting for you." Li Xiaoxuan, who had grown into a young man, was hanging a gourd and carrying a long sword on his back, like an ordinary sword immortal. He was waiting for Zhu Jin and his group to come.

"I've seen Li Xianchang." Zhu Jinlai knew that this person was a disciple of Jie Sect, so he was polite.

"Don't be polite, everyone, come with me. Let's rest here today and set out to intercept the sect tomorrow." These people have to be named after the task. After all, they will be assigned according to the task indicators of different sects in the future. However, the way to cultivate the sect is to be free-range. After implanting the spiritual roots, it depends on personal efforts.

When I went to the resting place, the room was no different. The beds I slept and the canteen I ate were the same. After nightfall, Dapang took off with a few people to enjoy the night view of Zhucheng.

"When I came to Zhucheng, how could I not see the night view? I heard that a monk learned a set of magical powers after seeing the night view of Zhucheng." Dapang was here to travel, and his mentality was easier than his companions, just to verify the news that he heard. "Is this the small heaven on earth? It's really beautiful. It's good to have no chance to go to the real heaven, and it's also good to see the small heaven." Dapang took everyone to the sky, and the eyes were two starry sky, one above the head and the other at the feet. Above was the silent starry sky, and below was the flowing starry sky.

From time to time, monks pass by in groups of swords, and the trajectory of the flying swords is like a meteor. At this time, they are in the starry sky, forgetting the past, and concentrating on the beautiful scenery.

However, Dapang quickly came to his senses. He did not forget that he had another purpose, which was to match Zhu Jinlai and Zhou Yu, so suddenly he tilted and the flying sword slanted, and Zhou Yu fell into Zhu Jinlai's arms. Dapang's eyes met Zhu Jinlai's eyes. Zhu Jinlai wanted to ask the fat man what he was doing, and Dapang gave him a look you understand.

Zhu Jinlai immediately understood that this fat man was worried about his lifelong affairs, and he was amused and crying for a while.

Elite men are personal elites. You can tell the fat man’s feelings at the sight of the situation, so I won’t say anything. It’s completely reasonable for fat men to create opportunities for their friends, and it’s probably right to suffer a little. It’s great to be young. Elite men are 43 years old this year, no better than these young people who are under thirty years old.

Zhou Yu did not resist, Zhu Jinlai did not push away, and the two seemed to be back in college.

Dapang was very happy to see it and felt that there was a chance.
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