The breeze was gusting, and the white clouds were floating at your feet. \\.0M/

This is the height of 4,580 miles of Zhentian Tower. A rough steel beam obliquely picked out the Zhentian Tower hundreds of zhang away, and a small platform with a radius of no more than 30 zhang was held up on it. There are pavilions and pavilions on the platform, and there is even a lake, a rockery, and several trees. Everything is exquisite, like a rockery bonsai, everything is just right.

Qing Yan led a few young witches to bounce on the roof of the tallest six-story pavilion, carrying a long rope with a large white eagle tied to it, and was flying a kite there. I don't know what Qing Yu put on this big eagle, the big eagle was in high spirits and danced in the sky, but it always couldn't fly a hundred feet away, and the terrible eagle cry came far away in the sky.

'Hey... ~Yo, hey... ~Yo', a gray aura on the top of the tower swirled, and a boulder with a radius of dozens of zhang was generated out of thin air and smashed down heavily. A large swarm of ant-like craftsmen rushed up, desperately prying the boulder with cables, iron rods, etc., slowly pushing it away, and piling it up where it should be. Not far from them, there were a few great witches standing lazily aside, but none of them came to their aid. Even if these great witches could easily remove these boulders, how could the great witches do such a stupid job?

'Knock knock', dozens of boulders fell from the sky. There was one place where the craftsmen were so dense that they didn't have time to dodge, and dozens of people were killed by boulders. The great witches who oversaw the work rushed over a few times, and used magic to move the boulder away, and a flash of witch flame sprayed onto the dead body, burning the clumps of flesh and blood to ashes. Witches began to recite sacrificial incantations, and these people who were stoned to death were directly sacrificed to the ghosts and gods with their souls and flesh. A handful of craftsmen bowed their heads sadly, and no one dared to say anything.

'Knock knock knock', the boulders fall one by one, and the craftsmen only need to adjust the position of these standard boulders a little to pave a flat tower. Naturally, there are great witches who use witchcraft to integrate the aura ejected from the building wood into those boulders, connecting the paved boulders with the tower. A one-story tower with a radius of 900 miles and a height of dozens of zhang, if everything goes well, as long as it is not more than the time of a meal, it can be completely paved. Among them, Jianmu played a great role.

The rich Aoki aura spread on the tower, and the craftsmen were soaked in this viscous and liquid aura, and their fatigue and pain were expelled by the aura, and they could work in the best state at all times. In addition to eating and taking short breaks, under the nourishment of Aoki's aura, they can work hard day and night until they are crushed to death by boulders or blown out of the tower by the strong wind. 'Hey... ~Yo, hey... ~Yo', the heavy trumpet sound sang from the lowest tower base to the highest spire, the sound of the trumpet full of power, shook the sky trembled, shook the earth trembled, shook the white clouds shattered and floated away, only the great witches were indifferent.

Han Xin sat on the edge of the small lake on the small platform, with a very wide robe piled on his lap, holding a front, and there he was sewing the lace in the shoulder of the robe. On weekdays, the slender jade fingers that can flexibly pinch the witch trick are as stiff and heavy as an iron pillar today. Han Xin held the iron needle in the way of holding the witch thorn, almost gritting her teeth and inserting the cracks all the way, and suddenly the iron needle slashed, stabbing her finger fiercely, and the iron needle was shattered by a 'snap'.

Raising his head in distress, he grabbed the robe and pulled it gently, helplessly finding that he had sewn the front and back of the robe together. Han Xin, who was almost angry, looked left and right in exasperation, and suddenly a cyan flame erupted from his mouth, burning the robe to pieces. Then, she shouted: "Qing Yan, go to the city and make another hundred sets of identical robes for Xia Jie... Well, tell him that I sewed it all up. ”

Qing Yan shuddered for a moment, and with a sharp force of the long rope in his hand, the poor eagle fell headlong and slammed into the Zhentian Tower, and was knocked into the dark, unable to move anymore. Qing Yan muttered softly: "Brother Xia Jie is so pitiful, so pitiful... His clothes have been burned out a lot, a lot. ”

Shaking his head, Qing Yan smiled strangely: "However, it is also deserved." What did he say to Sister Han Xin that he likes 'virtuous, housekeeping' women, hehe, provoke Sister Han Xin to learn to do those chores, alas, self-inflicted. Qing Yan shook his head and led a few witches to fly in the direction of Anyi City, and said with a grin: "At that time, Brother Xia Jie must have drunk too much, definitely too much." ”

With an extremely gloomy face, Han Xin gritted his silver teeth, grabbed a pair of leather shoes that had been kicked open from the foot of the rockery behind him, and found the tools to repair the leather shoes, and worked hard. As a result, the time for a cup of tea was less, and the poor leather shoes were also reduced to ashes in the anger of the fire. Looking at the white ash in his hands blankly, he sighed with a sad face: "I forgot to tell Qing Yan that I want her to bring a few more pairs of leather boots back." Xia Jie's boots are always broken so fast? These are all boots made of flying dragon skin, and they are considered sturdy?"

Xia Jie, who was nagging behind his back, was by the side of Duobao Daoist at the moment, and diligently picked up a craftsman who had broken his hands and feet by a boulder and was about to be executed as a sacrifice. Duobao Daoist held the water purification in his hand, and his right hand quickly drew a talisman in the water bowl, and a bowl of water suddenly released a shining light. The craftsman was given the clear water, and the craftsman's injuries healed immediately, and the craftsman was ecstatic and kowtowed to the Duobao Daoist again and again.

Duobao Daoist smiled and whispered a few words to the craftsman, so there was one more believer in Tongtian Dao.

Xia Jie stood beside the Duobao Dao people, and none of the great witches who were overseers dared to come close to eavesdrop on the Duobao Dao people. Xia Jie is the minister of supervision, and he has the supreme power of life and death over everyone in the construction site of Zhentian Tower. He brought hundreds of qi refiners into the construction site, and these qi refiners were busy treating the wounds of those injured craftsmen all day long, and saying some mysterious and strange things to those craftsmen all day long, what were these things? Xia Jie stopped there, and a large number of masters sent by the Xingtian family to help Xia Jie stood behind Xia Jie.

Gradually, in just ten days, the teachings of this door gradually spread among the craftsmen on the construction site. It's just that there are some differences in the concept between the Tao of the Primitive Daoist and the Tao of the Heavenly Daoist, and the Qi Refiners led by Guang Chengzi and the people led by the Duobao Daoist preach at the same time, which often confuses those craftsmen.

Suddenly, a boulder smashed down not far from Xia Jie, Xia Jie, like a frightened leopard, rushed over, and hit the boulder with a kick, kicking the boulder away for several feet, saving the lives of several people under the stone. With a 'crunch' sound, the boot on his foot cracked a large gap.

Several frightened craftsmen hurriedly kowtowed to Xia Jie to thank him, Xia Jie shook his head, looked at the numb witches on the left and right, and said with a wry smile: "Don't thank me." This is my senior brother, a Duobao Daoist. If you have any illnesses, or if you can't sleep at night because you have been frightened for a few days, you can find my senior brother to solve it. ”

Duobao Dao people nodded to a few craftsmen quite cooperatively, and there was a bright smile on their faces. Where have these craftsmen ever seen Xia Jie's gentle and caring witch like this? Where have they seen such a peaceful and approachable person as Duobao Daoren? For a while, they worshipped the two of them as gods, and the weight of the sect's disciples in the hearts of the craftsmen increased a little more with the narration of these craftsmen.

Just a mile below Xia Jie's feet, the craftsmen were working hard to carve the witch array on the ground, and several disciples of the primordial Taoists were also working hard to preach. A Taoist man wearing a moon-white robe, with a windbag on his head, and a very kind eyebrow and a very friendly person, sat on a huge piece of pure gold, smiled at the craftsmen who had just completed a witch array carving, and said: "If the heart is suddenly terrified, the heart cannot be at ease, if the wild suddenly encounters fierce beasts and poisonous insects, your life cannot be saved, and when you silently recite the name of my way, Cihang, there should be great power to help you." A circle of warm white light shot out from the eyebrows of the people of Cihangdao, covering these honest and simple craftsmen, making their hearts suddenly rise with a thick warmth, and their bodies and minds were relaxed for a while.

Jiang Shang, whose face was getting older and older, carried a bamboo basket on his back and wore coarse cloth clothes, sitting in a group of resting craftsmen, and telling those craftsmen in a homely tone how to distinguish the herbs in the wild, and how to find out the various herbs that detoxify, heal, and cure diseases. He took out the grass from the bamboo basket and explained their characteristics and usage to these craftsmen in detail, and the craftsmen around him listened to it with fascination, this kind of knowledge has always been mastered only by the great witches of the Li Wu Palace.

After a short time, the craftsman had already said to Jiang Shang: "Shang Weng." "Jiang Shang, who is rough-handed, is like a bowl of water taken from Dajiang and poured back into Dajiang, it is too easy to blend in with these craftsmen.

And the other layers depicting the location of the witch array, and the way the disciples of the sect preach, are a bit laughable.

A dark-faced middle-aged Taoist held a sword in his hand, led a group of powerful spirits such as Daxiong and Hushanjun, and smashed a few boulders into pieces. The man smiled and said, "I am Bai Li, the Qi Refiner of White Deer Island, and I am the personal disciple of the Great Master of the Sect. Listen well, believe in my sect, and deserve our protection. Whoever provokes you and others will come to us, and I will help you get angry. A red light flashed in Bai Li's eyes, and a little white flame suddenly appeared from a boulder beside him, and in an instant, a boulder the size of a lying cow was burned to ashes.

In one place, several spirits who had just debuted from the dojo by the lake of the goddess grabbed the necks of a handful of craftsmen and violently threatened there: "Lao Tzu told you, the person led by Guangchengzi, you are not allowed to believe their words." If you want to believe, you must believe the words of our Senior Brother Duobao and Senior Brother Jinguang. Ah, if you follow Guangchengzi and their gang, let's pinch you to death!" The craftsmen who were pinched by them had been pinched to the point of foaming at the mouth, and they were busy nodding yes one by one.

Guang Chengzi and his Qi Refiners were preaching in front, and this group of spirits was violently threatening behind, but they were also very cooperative.

As the days passed, the Zhentian Tower had been repaired to a height of nearly 10,000 miles. The strong wind in the sky was already blowing the bowl-sized rocks all over the ground. At this time, the construction is even more difficult. The casualties of the craftsmen were getting heavier and heavier, and the time that the royal court had promised them to rotate once a year was still far away, and their mood was sinking day by day, and they were falling into despair day by day.

The disciples of the two sects just replenished the emptiness in the hearts of these craftsmen and soothed their despair. After a while, you can often hear the titles of 'Master of the Three Qing Palms', 'Immortal Master' and 'Master' faintly heard when these craftsmen are resting.

Xia Jie is also very satisfied with this situation, the craftsmen have sustenance in their hearts, their mood is not low at all, and the work process is also rising. As the disciples of the two sects continued to enter the construction site of the Zhentian Tower, and as they began to use Taoism to protect these craftsmen, the casualty rate on the construction site plummeted, which made Xia Jie very pleased. The great witches also felt happy, the fewer casualties of the craftsmen, the faster the progress of the project, and as soon as the progress of the project was fast, the great witches who oversaw the work would have merit, so some of the great witches who were still wary of the disciples of the two sects no longer bothered to pay attention to their missionary affairs.

But on this day, the work of the Zhentian Tower suddenly stopped.

The reason is very simple, the grain in the warehouse is almost exhausted, and all the grain and grass added up is only enough for more than 100 million craftsmen and handymen to last for a day. The convoy of grain and grass from the outside world should have arrived two days in advance.

After Xia Jie, after discussing with Han Xin and a group of subordinate officials, he sent an envoy to Anyi City to report the problem to Lu Gui. In the territory of Great Xia, the convoy transporting grain is heavily protected, and it is basically impossible to cut off the convoy of grain from all over Kyushu at the same time. Xia Jie's initial consideration was that there was something wrong in Anyi City, could it be that it was because the cost was too great, and the town did not need to build the Heavenly Tower?

The messenger left the site, but there was no reply. When it was night that there was not even a single millet tree on the construction site, Xia Jie was also anxious and was ready to go to Anyi City to ask for clarification in person. He was not in a hurry about the progress of the Zhentian Tower, but was worried about the survival of more than 100 million craftsmen on the Zhentian Tower, which was more than 10,000 miles high. The craftsmen at the top, without the help of the Great Witch, would have taken more than a year to return to the ground, and without food and grass, it is really not impossible for people to starve to death.

As a result, he and Han Xin were just about to leave, when a huge team of grain transported slowly rushed to the outer witch array, and a witch with the logo of the school on his body knocked open the witch array with a secret method and handed the documents into the witch array. This team came from the southern sub-state, and there were 5,000 carts with a standard weight of 10,000 catties, all of which were luxury items such as fine wine for the great witches to enjoy. At the same time, there are 1 million live heavy animals, and each animal carries a variety of grain and grass, which is enough for the craftsmen in the Zhentian Tower to use for a month.

Xia Jie counted the food brought by this team with a gloomy face, and he stared at the school that was a little restrained and uneasy, and said angrily: "You just sent such a little food, how many days can it last?" In addition to the craftsmen in the Zhentian Tower, in the witch array outside the tower, there are hundreds of large and small military towns, and there are countless soldiers in them, and these soldiers also have to eat and drink!

The school looked at Xia Jie blankly, and only after a while did he say, "Big... My lord, there are three more convoys ahead of us? They left several miles ahead of us. ”

A cold light flashed in Xia Jie's pupils, and he stared at the school for a long time, especially after staring at his neck for a long time, Xia Jie suddenly asked, "Along the way, there is no chaos?"

The school was surprised and said, "Where do the adults say, what kind of chaos can there be... Yes... ~Yes... ~Yes... ～”

The school suddenly let out a terrible scream, and his skin turned red for a moment, and his body swelled rapidly. Xia Jie's body flicked violently, and just popped back more than a dozen zhang away, and the 'bang' of the school exploded like a bomb, and the viscous black blood sprayed dozens of zhang away. At the same time, all the cattle in the convoy and the soldiers escorting them screamed one after another, and at the same time they swelled and exploded, staining all the grain and grass with blood, and even the soldiers who greeted them were thousands of people who were stained with blood, and pieces of flesh and blood were rotting rapidly, and these soldiers screamed in pain.

"It's... ~" A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in Xia Jie's mind, and he scolded angrily: "Niang Xipi, the corpse is exploding!" Xia Jie was so angry that he scolded the mantra of a friend in his previous life. What a familiar scene, this is clearly the corpse explosion technique that a certain dark force he had dealt with in his previous life was best at! Moreover, the corpse explosion he saw in his previous life was definitely not as powerful as the one he saw today, and what he saw in his previous life, dirty blood and corpse fragments could spew out several feet away, which was already a great cultivation.

Han Xin flashed to Xia Jie's side, she tilted her head to look at Xia Jie, frowned, and said, "What did you just say? Is it your native dialect of the southern mountains and forests?"

Xia Jie didn't answer Han Xin's words, because he heard a voice that made him feel ridiculous.

Gloomy and hoarse, like the sound of a ghost moaning in the ground, the bell came from far away from the darkness. A little bit of green ghostfire flickered, and a thick gray fog drifted from the ground a few feet above the ground. There was a ** rotten breath in the thick fog, and the fog flowed obscurely, like a condensed spider web.

One by one, the Great Xia soldiers with green light flashing in their eyes rushed over as fast as lightning, and they opened their big mouths and showed a hideous smile at Xia Jie. In their mouths, four long, flickering fangs with a pale cold light were clearly visible. Behind them, countless animals walked with heavy steps and dead steps. A discerning person can see at a glance that these animals have long since died, but they were urged by a mysterious force to stand up again.

"The art of chasing corpses, this is the secret method of the Witch Palace, but it is only a secret method that does not enter the stream!" exclaimed Xin in surprise.

Xia Jie found out from those extremely familiar features that this is the corpse expulsion technique of the Ghost Witch Palace, which is clearly the necromancer's necromantic summoning. But when did the necromancers appear under the sky of Great Xia, and why did they appear with these controlled descendants of the Bloodline?

A few familiar figures of Xia Jie came out of those livestock, and they were the envoys sent by Xia Jie to Anyi City.

These envoys with blood-glittering eyes let out a smug smile, and one of the messengers said sharply: "Xia Jie, Great Xia destroyed Atlantis, then, Atlantis will definitely destroy Great Xia." It's fate!"

The voice is so familiar.

Xia Jie said gloomily: "Cain, did you finally make you the climate?"

Headache, Xia Jie's brows furrowed tightly. What kind of demons and monsters, all of a sudden jumped out.

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