From a distance...

The city wall is shining with crystal light, like a dreamy city wall, like a nine-color sky covering the sky.

Extremely huge!

Each crystal liquid wall has at least a hundred miles of width!

However.

Cheng Buzheng, the creator of all this, was sweating profusely at this moment.

"I'm careless!"

"The consumption of divine thought power is beyond expectations."

"It seems that you have to arrange the formation one after another!"

Obviously.

Even Cheng Buzheng, the God-Cultivated Venerable, almost couldn't bear it!

It can be seen that the consumption is so great!

despite this.

But Cheng Buzheng did not stop his hand movements, and the seal on his hand suddenly changed.

The majestic magic power was like a river embankment, swarming out in a more ferocious posture.

Immediately afterwards.

A light shout rang out in this world.

"solid!"

As this sound containing great power spreads out...

The powerful mysterious power swept out.

Next breath.

The crystal liquid city wall that ran across the sky from all sides had a wonderful change.

It soon changed from liquid to crystalline solid state!

Look again...

A square blue-gray crystal wall came into Cheng Buzheng's eyes.

It seems extremely simple, and it is no different from Fancheng.

But when you look closely, you will find that there is no gap in the wall.

The most important thing is that lines appear on the blue-gray walls, without any trace of craftsmanship, as if they have grown naturally.

Cheng Buzheng, who was standing in the void, glanced at the wall in front of him, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"Luckily, I didn't miss it!"

After a glance...

Cheng Buzheng withdrew his gaze, sat cross-legged in the air, took a pill, and restored the lost divine power and magic power.

It is really too much to cast these four walls!

Half a day later!

Cheng Buzheng, who was sitting cross-legged in the void, slowly opened his eyes, and he glanced at the wall running through the sky in front of him...

Then his eyes fell on the long river of glass floating in the sky, and the colorful lights floating in the sky.

Immediately!

Cheng Buzheng also began to officially cast the fairy city.

Before, the four blue-gray walls that ran across the sky were to protect the nine-color formation.

If it is a wall connected to one side, it is the first protective method...

The nine-color array is the second method of protection!

As for the formation patterns imprinted on the innate spiritual trees and innate spiritual plants, it is the last method.

Plus the blood ban...

It is not difficult to see that Cheng Buzheng is really trying to do something.

Just when Cheng Buzheng was busy building a fairy city for his descendants...

now!

Cheng Buzheng's descendants and Murong Wanwan were not idle either, and they were also busy moving.

Baiyun Mountains, three hundred miles away...

At the end of the road, a carriage appeared.

What seems ordinary, but it is just the beginning!

Immediately afterwards, I saw a carriage that was connected to one carriage after another, endlessly without seeing the end.

It's like a python crawling.

I don’t know how long it took, tens of thousands of carriages were parked in front of a small town.

Just then...

Figures flew out of the town.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a majestic appearance, with a terrifying golden elixir pressure scattered all over his body.

good!

This is the second elder of Baiyun Sect, Cheng Changqing.

The following several monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage were also monks from Baiyun Sect.

He is also a descendant of Cheng Changqing's lineage.

Just as Cheng Changqing and his group flew out of the town...

Parked outside the town, a handsome young man walked out of the first carriage.

Although the pressure around this person is not as strong as that of the Jindan, he is much stronger than that of the cultivator in the Qi training stage.

This is a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

It is also Cheng Buzheng’s grandson, who truly cultivates Cheng Qingyang!

When Cheng Qingyang saw a group of monks walking out of the town, he hurriedly greeted him, clasped his fists with a smile on his face:

“See senior!

Have met several fellow Taoists!"

Seeing this, Cheng Changqing hurriedly gave a greeting.

The several foundation-building monks behind Cheng Changqing naturally dared not neglect when they saw that their ancestor Changqing had returned the gift.

Immediately.

Cheng Changqing waved to several juniors in the Foundation Establishment Stage behind him:

"You guys go and take care of the tribe members first!

"Prepare to enter town!"

"yes!"

"yes!"

“···”

Immediately, several monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage walked away, and Cheng Changqing seemed to have no scruples. Then he smiled and joked with a familiar tone:

"Qingyang, don't come out again next time!

I can't bear to salute me!"

"What's the matter with uncle?"

"The world of immortal cultivation has always judged the level of cultivation, so why can't I stand it!"

Hearing words.

Cheng Changqing smiled and said:

"Calling the seniority, you are my ancestor!

How can you call me the uncle of the clan?"

"Isn't this playing the piano randomly?"

That being said.
To be continued...