Mingjiao, the general altar.

Bright top.

From the moment Sect Leader Yue Yuan made a plan, Guangming Ding became extremely lively.

Compared with the past, if this general altar is more majestic and solemn, then the current general altar is full of people coming and going, and countless Mingjiao disciples are coming and going, carrying wood or something to start building here.

Mountains.

As one of the people in charge of this plan, Liu Ji's expression was very solemn at the moment, and beside him, standing was his senior brother Zhang Zhong, the Tieguan Daoist.

Next to it, there is a large table.

It is covered with paper, and black ink is dotted with various colored lines, which is the composition of the building in question.

To be exact, the finished picture.

Zhang Zhong and Liu Jishi, who were born in Taoism, are not only very good at divination and face-to-face, but also have good attainments in architecture. Coupled with the other people in the Ming Sect who are good at this way, at this moment, all the people who have attained architectural attainments are gathered together.

Even, he also sent people to invite some famous architects in the world who have a good relationship with Mingjiao here.

What is it?!

When the finished picture was placed on everyone's desktop, these people invariably flashed through their minds.

They had never seen such a grand idea, and if it was really built, not to mention how much manpower and material resources would be required, the scale alone would be beyond the imagination of ordinary people. At least in their minds, there was no other building that shocked them so much.

Even the legendary Afang Palace is nothing more than that.

If the legendary unfinished Afang Palace is just a huge one, then the building that is still on the drawing board feels high for all of them.

High.

Towering into the sky.

It seems to be going to pick up the stars.

Therefore, even if he has broken ground on Guangming Peak now, in Liu Ji's eyes, he is still full of doubts, can this building really be built?

“……”

Looking at the drawings laid in front of him, and then looking back at his senior brother Zhang Zhong, Liu Ji said in a low voice: "This is the drawing assigned by the sect master, what do you think, senior brother?" Originally, he thought that the groundbreaking and construction of Guangming Ding was also for other people who had attainments in architecture to conceive the drawings, but who would have thought that the drawings were sent directly from Yue Yuan's hands.

"It's too high!"

"Can this thing be built?"

Zhang Zhong's face also looked a little solemn, the creations on this drawing seemed too whimsical to him, the buildings on it were simply fantastic, and it was too difficult to turn them into reality. You must know that in the hearts of Zhang Zhong and Liu Ji, they thought that Yue Yuan was going to build a palace or something at the beginning of the groundbreaking in Guangmingding, after all, the current situation in the world, as long as anyone with a little vision can see that the Yuan Court has begun to come to an end.

They were not surprised to build palaces in advance to enjoy something.

But surprisingly, the building on the drawings told them that it didn't look like a palace at all.

On the contrary, it is like a tall building, a tall tower.

Looking at the surrounding environment that had already started construction, the two brothers knew that this Yue Yuan Yue Sect Master was not a joke, but really wanted to build the building on the drawings.

"It can be built."

Liu Ji groaned and replied: "It's just that the manpower, material and financial resources spent on this are probably unimaginable. ”

Not far away.

The Budai monk, who was supervising the work, came over, and when he heard this, he interjected: "By the way, I forgot to tell you that the sect leader has ordered the rebel generals to lead them, and let them bring the prisoners on the battlefield, especially those soldiers of the Yuan Court, back to the Guangming Peak, and use them for construction. ”

Speaking of this, the monk's face also became heavy.

He can imagine what it will be like here at that time, and perhaps the tragic scene recorded in the history books when the Grand Canal was dug and the Great Wall was built will be repeated.

Hearing this, Liu Ji and Zhang Zhongshi's brothers also fell silent.

The two brothers also heard the smell of blood hidden in the deepest part from these words.

The flesh and blood of these captives will only be used as materials for the construction of this building, and there will be only bones under the top of this light.

It will be a building of flesh and blood.

They couldn't stop Yue Yuan's approach, and could only doubt in their hearts the reason for building such a building.

What is the use of such a tall building?

After several days of analysis, no one could find a reasonable explanation.

In the eyes of countless people in the Ming Sect, this order of the sect leader seemed extremely strange and unreasonable. But since Yue Yuan parachuted into the Ming Sect and suppressed the Ming Sect with unparalleled force, the Ming Sect has begun to fall into the hands of the sect leader. Especially with the emergence of the followers of the sect leader in the sect, the original diversity, the multiple identities of the disciples in the sect are rapidly decreasing, especially with the help of Hu Qingniu and his wife, the power controlled by Yue Yuan has become stronger and stronger.

Even the five great scattered people, the other surviving Dharma Kings, at this moment, could not stop the integration of Yue Yuan's invisible means at all.

Especially since this integration method is under the cooperation of a drug called the Three Corpse Brain Divine Pill, then no one can stop it.

"What's the point of this tall building?"

Zhang Zhong looked at the drawings on the table over and over again for a long time, and could only guess to himself: "Do you look at the stars and the moon?" Especially if it's still built on the top of the light. ”

If it was built in a big city, then Zhang Zhong still felt that it might have other effects.

But breaking ground at the top of the light is completely confusing.

However, the cloth bag monk who was drinking water on the side said casually: "Maybe it's picking stars!" After saying that, he drank the herbal tea in one gulp, and continued to supervise the work.

Picking up the stars?

Liu Ji and Zhang Zhong were both stunned, and their expressions immediately changed slightly, and the two brothers thought of something in unison.

……

Pick up the star building.

This is the drawing that Yue Yuan redrew by himself, and handed it over to the people below to let them see the Star Picking Tower again at the Guangming Peak, just as he had given this drawing to Di Xin in the first place.

What was possible at the beginning is naturally possible now.

In comparison, Yue Yuan found that it was more difficult to build now.

After all, the trick has been lost for too long.

If there is a public loser or a Luban family's tricks, it will be much easier to build this star-picking tower. In desperation, Yue Yuan could only stack it up with manpower and material resources, and cast this new star-picking tower with human flesh and blood. Of course, if these builders can deduce a good building method, Yue Yuan will naturally not stop it.

All he needed was to restore the star-picking tower again.

in the eyes.

What Yue Yuan saw in his eyes was not Guangming Ding, who was busy in the sky, but saw a tall building rising from the ground in a trance.

The black dragon coiled, and the dragon head roared in the sky.

On the roof, it seems that you can pick up the stars with one hand.

"Star Picking!"

"Hah!"

In a trance, Yue Yuan seemed to see the beacon fire in the sky, the fire that burned half of the sky, heard the wind roaring, heard the miserable howls of countless people, saw someone singing upstairs, and saw someone dancing in the flames.

Sad songs, dances.

Slowly closed his eyes, and there was loneliness flowing between his eyebrows.

Open your eyes again.

The loneliness dissipated, and sitting there was the sect leader Yue Yuan who was holding a scimitar in his arms.

With a smile on his face, he looks more and more like a hairy boy who has just stepped into the rivers and lakes.