Cultivator In Martial God World

To be honest, the structure of the Force car is of course much simpler than that of modern cars, but it is indeed original and ingenious, especially the gear transmission, which has been designed with modern cars. Almost there, not to mention, Yang Xuan also saw things like springs on the four wheels.

Obviously, it is a shock absorber.

The Force car started to move, and there was no sound or exhaust emissions. It was extremely low-carbon and environmentally friendly.

Yang Xuan is a little bit emotional. Holy Mountain has completely subverted his imagination. Let alone this Force car, I am afraid that no one will believe it.

At this time, he also somewhat understood the reason why the dark night said source stone was the power source.

The original car is moving, passing on the smooth bluestone road, and the speed is not fast.

Yang Xuan sitting in the car looked at the neat and uniform buildings all around, and the people who stood by and saluted when the original car passed by, feeling quite moved.

Dark night saw his eyes fall on those who saluted, and explained: "these all are ordinary people in the holy kingdom, engaged in all kinds of production and basic work, the original car is in the holy kingdom, It represents Holy Mountain. Everyone must salute wherever they go, for no special reason. This is written in the Holy Dharma."

Yang Xuan nodded, did not speak any more.

The original car walked for a while, and after turning a corner, it entered a closed passage.

Dark night said: "Sit firmly, we are going to accelerate."

As soon as the voice fell, the Force car suddenly began to accelerate, but within a few tens of seconds, the speed reached an astonishing rate. degree.

Yang Xuan is okay, but the monkey is unprepared, startled, and zhi zhi screams.

During the high-speed movement, the voice of the dark night came over: "We are going to Holy Mountain to meet the Holy One. The distance is very far. We have to take this exclusive passage."

Yang Xuan He secretly estimated the speed of the Force Car at this time, and after the conclusion came out, he couldn't help showing a strange color in his eyes.

Speaking out, some people will not believe that the speed of the original car at this time, in the current measurement unit, has reached nearly 500 kilometers per hour, which is faster than the high-speed rail.

The secretly surprised Yang Xuan asked: "Why not fly?"

Dark Ye shook his head and said: "Brother Bai, remember, in the Holy Land, except for law enforcement Venerable Apart from the saints, other people are not allowed to fly. This is a respect for the saints."

Yang Xuan, it became clear.

He now feels even more that the ruler of Holy Mountain is not simple.

The Force Car moved fast, and it took about half an hour before the speed slowed down. After a while, finally drove out of the exclusive passage.

Dark Ye took the lead to get off the car and said: "Here, Brother Bai, come down!"

Yang Xuan got off the car and saw that the white mountain was right in front of him.

As soon as I stood still, someone wearing white clothed walked over and said in an emotionally free voice: "The saint has orders, order the emissary of the dark night and Bai Qi to see him immediately."

Dark night bowed slightly and said in a peculiar manner: "It's a work!"

The white clothed man did not answer, turned and walked in front.

Yang Xuan winked at Yang Xuan and followed behind.

Along the white stone platform steps guarded by people at every interval, two monkeys and one monkey followed the white clothed person all the way up.

This mountain is very high, and the upper part is already above the clouds. When Yang Xuan and a few people pass through the clouds and come to the top of the mountain, the first thing that catches Yang Xuan’s eyes is an incomparable gigantic. White tower.

This white tower is about more than two hundred meters high, and the tower body is incomparable gigantic, and people stand below it, as small as an ant.

Below the high tower is a platform paved by white jade, which is flat and clean and can illuminate the silhouette. Standing on the platform were about a hundred warriors wearing white armors, white masks and holding white long spears, standing solemnly, without a trace of tremor.

When the white clothed man walked in front of the white armored warrior with Dark Ye and Yang Xuan, he was stopped.

"The saint has an order, and the envoy of the dark night is ordered to see it first." From under the armor, a cold voice came.

"Respect!" The white clothed man and the dark night said in unison.

Next, the dark night gave Yang Xuan a don't be impatient look, and entered the white tower alone.

Taking advantage of this effort, the white clothed person told Yang Xuan some precautions and etiquette.

About twenty minutes later, he came out again, showing a mysterious smile to Yang Xuan.

"Pass Bai Qi to see you!" shouted the warrior outside the tower.

Yang Xuan hearing this, looked towards the tower.

"Monkeys can't go in!" He had just walked two steps when a warrior stopped the monkey behind him.

Yang Xuan told the monkey to wait here and gave him a bottle of Myriad Souls Wine.

Fortunately, the monkey is psychic. After understanding Yang Xuan's meaning, he saw that there was still drinking, so he ran to the side to drink.

Bai Qi took a deep breath, no longer hesitate, and walked into the tower with a stumbled step.

As soon as I entered, the door behind me was closed.

After that, his eyes were dark.

Along the shimmering white ground, Yang Xuan look steadily forward, all the way forward, and after a while, he entered a great hall in complete darkness.

This great hall is extremely empty, without any decoration, there is nothing else but a high platform with steps not far in front of it.

On the high platform, there is a huge stone chair, slightly fluorescent.

On the stone chair, there is a silhouette sitting right upside down.

At this time, in the great hall, except for the slight faint fluorescence from the stone chair, the surroundings are all dark, and it is impossible to see the person on the stone chair at all.

Yang Xuan explored with divine sense, but found that when he approached the high platform, he was cut off by a strange force and could no longer move forward.

At this moment, a majestic voice rang.

"Bai Qi!"

The sound rumbling, spread throughout the great hall.

"pay respects to Sir Saint!" Yang Xuan bowed slightly, placing his right hand on his chest and politely according to the instructions of the white clothed person.

"Bai Qi, are you sincerely joining me in Holy Mountain?" Na Longlong's voice does not contain any emotion.

Yang Xuan indifferently said: "Sincere and sincere!"

"You are lying!" That rumbling voice filled the dark great hall.

Yang Xuan moved slightly in his heart, but did not speak.

After a while, the rumbling voice continued to sound: "You killed me many dísciples of Holy Mountain, and you have a bad heart. You are not sincerely joining Holy Mountain, but you can know why the Holy Mountain still allows you to come here? And are you ready to give you a second sequence?"

Yang Xuan squinted without speaking.

The rumbling voice continued: "Because one day, you will know that what you see is not what you do, and what you do is not what you know."

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What you see is not what you do, what you do, is not what you know?

Yang Xuan was a little dazed, carefully chewing on this sentence that made him a little confused.

Na Ronglong’s voice rang again: "Holy Edict: Give Bai Qi the second-order Holy Son to exercise all the rights of the second-order, give the holy name Qingtian, and give the authority of supervision and severance, Give the right to kill."

Just when the sound of tone barely fell, in a place that Yang Xuan could not see, in the entire Holy Kingdom, many small towers lit up at the same time. And a voice came from it.

"Edict: Give Bai Qi the second sequence of the Holy Son, grant all the rights of the second sequence, give the holy name Qingtian, and grant the authority of supervision, severance, and the authority of killing."

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In an instant, the rumbling voice resounded throughout the holy kingdom.