"Brother Mu!"

A slightly surprised voice sounded in the sky, and the immortals who had formed a witness and were enthusiastic in their actions of justice, could not help but stagnate.

They recognized the owner of this voice, Li Xinglin, who was known in recent years as the most talented sword immortal elder in the sect in three thousand years.

"Hey, what are you doing? Stop it now!"

A helpless and amused voice fell from the sky. At this time, the immortals who were wielding their sword energy in the sky still wanted to hold on to the spiritual sword in their hands, and then saluted the white-clothed sword immortals who came here together.

However, these sword immortals stopped. There were more and more warriors who were constantly gathering on the earth through the network of earth veins condensed by the old people on the land.

Even Diapolo had to wait for the battle at this time, because the 100,000 soldiers and terrain were as neat as one person, and even if they fell down in a small step, the mountains and rivers would tremble.

"Mu, why are you..."

"Is it time to reminisce about the old days with me? See if the time is good, let these guys stop first."

Diapolo looked at the friend who came to hear the news and couldn't help rolling his eyes, then looked depressed.

"Sorry, I don't have relevant authority. This number of troops is no longer something that I, the elder of the Sword Pavilion, can influence. Only His Majesty the Human Emperor can take charge of it personally, but it doesn't matter. His Majesty should look here."

As the sword immortal, whose strength and status seem to be promoted in a century, spoke, Diabolo suddenly felt a familiar and unfamiliar sense of peeping.

So in the next moment, the attacks that were consistent in Da Yong's hands all stopped. Bing Ze, with a green jade luster flashing on his head, nodded slightly, as if he was expressing his comfort, and then led his generals to leave the battlefield in a hurry.

"Why are you back?"

Li Xinglin, who had already obtained the celestial immortal fruit position, looked at his friend who seemed to have become a little different in front of him, and asked with a tentative tentative look in his words.

Now this face is a little familiar with its breath, which gives him a different feeling. Although more than a hundred years have passed, his strength has increased and some changes in his breath are normal.

But the person in front of him gave him something wrong. He was already ranked as a fairy, but he gave him a feeling of being as vast as a sea of ​​smoke, which was simply outrageous.

"What are you talking about? Can't I come back? The size of the nine continents is not my place."

Diapolo raised his eyebrows, his tone was ridiculous and playful. At this time, his mentality was much more relaxed than the last time. It was actually not much different from the Guan Gong traveling this time.

"Of course there is a place where you stand, but it's too abrupt that you're still going to contact us in advance, otherwise it's easy to cause all kinds of misunderstandings, just like now."

"How did I know that this little time has just passed, and this world has developed into this. How did this be done?"

Diapolo was extremely curious. It would be okay if there was a technological explosion.

A hundred years is enough for the mortals with short life to create generations of legends and create an unprecedented glorious era.

But the problem is that there is no technological explosion in this world where immortals and gods exist. The students he taught have weaved a country with what they have in mind, and even if the ethnic groups who think they are civilized see it, they will feel ashamed of themselves.

"You have to ask me this kind of question. You have personally trained the human emperor today. How can you not know what kind of character he has?"

"Who knows that human hearts are the easiest to change. Back then, he was just a child with a heavy fate to me, but now to me, he is an emperor, an emperor with a strong desire to control."

"Look, you don't know it very clearly. You all know that the emperor you taught is very controllable. How about it? Should you take care of it?"

"This is what your disciples told me, the Great Formation of the Sky, haha, how could such a king be a weak person with a personality that can set up such a magic array that covers the country?"

"Tsk."

"Sir Mu, how are you doing lately?"

Just as the two talked, a calm voice echoed in Diapolo's ears, high above, but with a sense of intimacy, complex and contradictory.

"Is it Jing Hong? Everything has been fine recently, but I suddenly want to come back and see it, and then I come over."

"Since that's the case, please take a look at the beautiful scenery that I have created through my life's efforts, and will definitely not disappoint you."

The emperor's tone was filled with high fighting spirit and strong self-confidence.

An emperor who makes the immortals surrender and serves the empire he controls, has a courage that is absolutely unimaginable to ordinary emperors.

"Okay! I will take a good look at the dynasty you have learned and created throughout your life!"

With the emperor's approval, Diabolo traveled in the territory of the Dayong Dynasty, where the country expanded year by year.

He saw that under the efforts of this emperor who had been through the history of Jiuzhou and was extremely rare to rule, ordinary people lived and worked in peace and contentment.

Even the monsters did not stay in the mountains, but went down the mountain, adding icing on the cake to this glorious era with their talents.

Yes, in this Da Yong Dynasty, it is not right. It is the Immortal Dynasty. People are only the main race among them, and there are also a large number of elves and weird people living in them.

Of course, the aliens who can live with people are naturally good people. The bad people have long been cleaned up and hung on the city wall and dried.

After a tour, Diapolo was difficult to say anything to his students. Except for the more rules and regulations that even the immortals and Buddhas were included in it, he really couldn't find any problems.

"Master Mu, can you still satisfy the beautiful scenery of the country I have created?"

The smug but slightly reserved question sounded, which reminded Diapolo that in the summer a hundred years ago, the young man who showed his works with a proud face.

"I am very satisfied. Even if I am in such a prosperous era, I probably won't do anything better than you."

Diapolo said sincerely that in this prosperous and prosperous immortal dynasty, even mortals have the opportunity to pursue immortality. Even a warrior who is illiterate and has a sense of courage, he may be selected as a terracotta warrior after death in battle, which is considered an alternative immortality.

"Hahaha, thank you, Master Mu, I will do better."

"Um."

"Are you going to come to my place to see? My mother heard that you are here and want to see you."
Chapter completed!