"There are so many treasures around, which are worthy of being imperial states. The war consumes too much background, which is just right for the supplement."

So the monks were in a state of excitement.

It has not been disturbed for millions of years, and the imperial states are full of wealth.

When everyone uses it, they will go up like locusts, wherever they pass, they will pull mountains and fall down trees.

They wanted to scrape the ground apart, and some monks found the big treasure and started fighting directly.

The king's saints were even more unscrupulous. Their rhythmic rules tear apart the mountains and rivers and directly pulled out the underground spiritual veins, causing a large area to die of many forests and plants on the spot.

"This is Qianyuan Spiritual Vein."

"A hundred times stronger than ordinary spiritual veins."

"I want to draw more to fill the war's deficit."

"Wait a minute, why is my merits rapidly dissipating?"

All monks found anomalies.

Since the establishment of the merit system, everyone can observe their merits.

Qin Li said lightly: "Plundering heaven and earth is evil, and farming and production is good. Uncontrolled consumption of natural resources will of course reduce merit."

This is one of the thirty-six heavenly rules.

Not only protecting mountains and rivers, but also forcing major forces to cultivate.

Otherwise, these guys would definitely burn again for the sake of the interests of the Imperial State, and I don’t know how much land was destroyed.

"this……"

Many monks were dissatisfied.

The Great Sage of Guishou frowned even more, and was full of discomfort.

For them, things in the wild are all unowned. Whoever has a big fist can intercept them freely. Now they have to pay the price of merit.

In other words, this is a transformation from "those who have the ability to live in the world" to "those who have the virtue to live in the world".

This made many strong men unhappy, but no one dared to openly provoke Qin Li, and the Great Sage was no exception.

"Go to the Imperial City!"

The Great Sage of Nine Profound Deflects the topic and leads the way ahead.

The most precious emperor's authority in the imperial state is in the Central Imperial City.

Zhu Qiang extinguished his dissatisfaction and continued to rush forward.

The imperial state is extremely large.

Almost three Yuanzhou.

There are treasures everywhere, and there are strange phenomena everywhere.

It's a bit similar to the mythical continent.

And you can also pass by many ancient cities, with moss climbing over the city walls.

These are the former residences of major forces. Now that they are back, of course they have to clean up and move in again.

Half a day later.

A miracle appeared in the distance.

The holy light shines brightly, rushing straight to the bullfighting, like the sun falling.

Get closer, and you will come to the famous "Dagan Plain", which is the most fertile land in Qianyuan, covered with five-colored soil.

far away.

Still standing in a city.

Majestic and magnificent.

It is completely made of chalcedony, holy and untainted, dust-free and filth-free.

The city wall is thousands of feet high, covering the sky and the sun, like a continuous white jade mountain range, with holy marks carved on it, and mythological epics are interwoven.

If you feel it carefully, you will find that there are tens of thousands of saints on the city walls, emitting holy light and shining like the sun, so that they dye the chalcedony and form holy jade, which is strong and immortal, and will last forever.

"This is the wall of the Holy City, and those who become saints have the chance to brand their names."

The Great Sage of Jiuxuan couldn't help but sigh at the past.

"What is that?"

Qin Li pointed at the city gate.

The city gate was closed, covering the Emperor's power.

Even the saints cannot cross the city wall and enter the imperial city.

However.

Before the city gate.

But a black monument stands.

The black paint is black, vague and unpretentious, and has experienced many vicissitudes.

It is exactly fifty feet high, not particularly huge, but it exudes a sense of historical heaviness that Qin Li can't see through.

"Fifty Emperors' Monument!"

The Great Sage of Nine Profound Admiration:

"This is the treasure left by Emperor Qianyuan."

"It can mark fifty emperor marks on it, symbolizing fifty eras!"

Qin Li was stunned for a moment, recalling the history of Qianyuan, and wondered: "It seems that only forty-nine emperors have appeared in the history of Qianyuan. The first Qianyuan Zhen Emperor and the last Wanxiang Emperor."

Jiuxuan Great Sage smiled mysteriously: "Since ancient times, a legend has been circulated. According to legend, the true Emperor of Qianyuan calculated the past and present, and understood that only fifty emperors would appear in the Qianyuan world, and the last one was praised as the ending emperor!"
Chapter completed!