Thundered!!!

The sky was cloudless, but there was thunder rolling, and the thunder was endless, as if it was about to tear the world apart.

There is thunder in the sky, but there is no rain, the Tongtian River, which was originally thousands of miles wide, is now only a stream-like water flow, less than ten zhang, and I don't know when it will completely dry up.

Qingzhou, the imperial city of Dapu.

The royal family of the Chu family is still in charge of the highest level of Dapu, and for the people, the royal family is high in the sky, and it is an unattainable cloud, which can only be looked up.

In front of the royal family, the people will always feel that they are as small as a grain of sand.

However, the royal overlords in the mortal world, while facing those mysterious cultivators, will also feel that they are also a grain of sand.

"Clear sky and thunder, this is the wrath of the heavens! Let the statues of outsiders occupy the palace, where is the majesty of my emperor, where is the majesty!"

In the court, the new prime minister knelt down and spat out his advice, although it was against the ear, but it also showed the prime minister's pure heart, which can show the sun and the moon.

On the dragon chair, the young emperor shook his head and sighed bitterly, waved his hand, and motioned for the prime minister to step down, because of the construction of the statue, even the ancestor of his Chu family couldn't take care of it, let alone anyone dared to care, he was a mortal emperor, could he still mobilize a large army to start a war with the cultivator who was said to be the strongest cultivator in the world?

Not to mention whether he can fight or not, before the army is mobilized, he, the emperor, will be deposed by the Chu family and replaced by other Chu family members who don't mind having an extra statue of an outsider in the palace.

Not only is the builder of the statue the strongest in the world, but the person who painted the statue is also amazing.

The emperor can only rule over the mortal realm, and in the cultivation realm, the emperor of the human world is no different from the mortal.

Jingle bell, ding bell bell.

In the center of the palace, there was a crisp sound of striking iron, and the main hall that the emperor used for the early dynasty was demolished, and there was a statue as high as ten zhang rising from the ground.

The statue is made of precious black iron, like an iron tower standing in the palace, higher than the city wall, looking like a fierce beast from a distance, looking nondescript.

A sturdy wooden frame is built from the foot of the statue to the top of the head, and it can be seen that the statue is a burly human form, draped in a large hat, and looks majestic, but the face is not visible.

The body of the statue is finished, only the head remains.

Thundered!

The thunder from the sky is getting more and more dull, there should have been a heavy rain, but there are no clouds in the sky, if a monk with advanced cultivation flies to the sky to check, he may be able to find that the cracks that appeared in the sky many years ago are now more and more numerous.

"The consequences of the shattering of the heavenly dome, I am afraid that the heavens and the earth will return to ruins. ”

Under the statue, the elderly Chu Emperor Chu Canghai, dressed in a dragon robe, looked up at the sky, his eyebrows locked.

Compared to the fact that there was an extra nondescript huge statue in Dapu's palace, Chu Canghai was more concerned about the increasing number of spatial rifts in the depths of the heavenly dome.

Once the space is shattered, the heavens and the earth will truly return to nothingness, and no matter how high the cultivation is, it will be wiped out in this catastrophe of annihilation.

"Who knows, the river has dried up, the sky has broken, since they left, this world has become more and more strange, did those people take our luck in Qingzhou with them?"

The painting saint stood at the foot of the statue with his hands behind his back, shook his head and analyzed: "Don't believe it, Xu Yan's guy is stingy and picks the door, Wang Qi and He Tian are not the masters of Ansheng, who knows if they went into the ground before they traveled far away, and dug up the qi veins of our Qingzhou human race, used to defend themselves, but people want to pursue the end of heaven and earth, and explore the mystery of the outside of the world. ”

"The two Supreme Elders would not be so selfish, this is a great thing to rest assured. ”

The Sect Master of the Money Sect, who was already covered with white hair between the tips of his hair, didn't care too much about the changes in the sky, and said with a smile: "After traveling for more than a hundred years, the two Taishang must have reached the end of the world, maybe they have flown out of the sky and spied deeper into the mysteries of heaven and earth, that is a strong man who wants to become an immortal, how can he move my Qingzhou leyline." ”

"What's wrong with becoming an immortal? Aren't immortals selfish? Your great sect master, this is the old king selling melons, selling himself and boasting! Your family is too elder, and he is not my parent. The painting saint pouted with disdain, he was not a money sect or a heavenly ghost sect, he could be described as a school of his own, and he was at ease.

"Don't be too arrogant in painting saints, don't talk about the elders of our Heavenly Ghost Sect, the one on the top of your head, can you afford to paint saints. Qiu Hanli rolled his eyelids and looked at the tall figure standing in the air with a giant hammer.

It is the head of the ghost who makes the jingling sound.

"I can't afford to provoke it, who can afford to provoke the fierce hall master of your Heavenly Ghost Sect, old man Qiu, have you refined your artillery, hurry up and send him to heaven, if he doesn't leave, we won't be at peace." ”

Liu Yishou sighed and pointed to the calluses on his hands, and said: "I am a painting saint, not a blacksmith, how can I build a statue, your Elder Jiang has to catch me to help him build a statue, look at you!

In the depths of the palace, several top masters from both good and evil factions gathered together, and they all looked at the head of the statue while laughing.

Soon, after the final eyes of the statue were formed, the statue was finally completed.

The figure that flew down and fell to the ground with a bang, Jiang Dachuan was wearing a wide black robe, his big face was full of ferocity, and the giant hammer in his hand turned into a twisted shape, and he was thrown out of the distance.

"It's just iron, no one will, and you have to take action in person, you are just a bunch of rice buckets!"

Pointing to the noses of several top masters in Qingzhou, Jiang Dachuan reprimanded, and several people laughed bitterly, not daring to reason with this fierce god and evil, and he couldn't reason with the head of the ghost envoy.

After scolding, Jiang Dachuan patted the dust on his hands, looked up at his statue, and nodded with satisfaction: "This is called magnificent! A statue in the south of the sky, and the next one in the north of the sky, old man Qiu, before I come back, can your artillery be successfully refined." ”

"In two or three years, it should be about the same. Qiu Hanli nodded and replied.

"Okay!" Jiang Dachuan shouted, "The thunder is rolling, it is a sign of opening the sky, there are more and more cracks in the space of the high sky, this is God knows that Lao Tzu is going to break the sky, and specially helped me break the prison of heaven and earth, haha, it is time for me Jiang Dachuan to transfer!"

The decision of the head of the ghost to break the sky is known to the masters of both good and evil.

Emperor Chu and Yan Xingtian plus Liu Yishou, these people are all looking forward to Jiang Dachuan disappearing as soon as possible, there is such a wicked person who no one can fight, and Qingzhou will not be at peace.

"Paint the holy old man, don't brag about yourself in the future, you can't even build a statue and paint the saint, I think you are not even as good as a blacksmith. Jiang Dachuan was in a good mood, looking at the sculpture head he made with his own hands, it was lifelike.

"I'm a painter, not a blacksmith. The painter muttered on the side.

"What's wrong with striking iron? You can make a statue lifelike, even a blacksmith is a craft, better than you, a painting saint who can only talk on paper!"

Jiang Dachuan's eyes widened, and the painting saint immediately didn't dare to speak.

"Striking iron...... Not to mention, building a black iron statue is really similar to striking iron, and it is a lot more comfortable to pick up the hammer for half a day. ”

Jiang Dachuan pouted and frowned at his statue, a little inexplicable about his talent for striking iron, and said to himself: "Is it possible, Lao Tzu was an ironsmith in his last life?"