Walking tirelessly in the dark, Ma Yang's mind was dizzy, only the road under his feet was glowing, and he didn't know where the end led, but when he closed his eyes, his body came here, and his legs began to walk alternately.

"This road leads to the afterlife, right?" I didn't expect to die very strangely, I didn't see the attack, and I fell. Ma Yang laughed at himself for being so weak, but it was too late to become stronger.

I couldn't meet Wang Xiaobiao again, I couldn't find my grandfather, I couldn't see my parents, and I walked alone on this road. Suddenly, the road began to brighten up, and when both feet stepped into it, his mind was no longer cloudy, and his body began to recover, and the feeling of regaining control of his body made Ma Yang excited.

The surrounding environment was bright and a little dazzling, and after adapting to it for a long time, Ma Yang saw the surrounding environment: a path floating in the clouds, planted with flowers and fruit trees on both sides, and small animals playing in it, and every other distance on both sides, there will be a temple-like building, only the signs on it are different.

On the wooden sign beside him, three words were written: Supreme Realm.

Ma Yang asserted that he had never seen them, but he could understand their meaning at a glance. When I came to the nearest temple, the whole building was built with huge bricks of earthy yellow, and there was a lot of moss growing in the cracks on it because of its age.

On the top of the temple, a scarf was carved, and Ma Yang didn't know what it meant, so he walked in.

After entering from the tall stone steps, the interior decoration is very simple, not at all like the kind of place where you can receive incense money, there are no candles on the candlestick, only some traces have fallen around, the dusty offering table, there are three cushions for the tribute, a short dagger on the left, a mask on the right, and the items stored in the middle, it seems that someone has taken them away.

The walls are covered with unrecognizable calligraphy and paintings, all of which depict scenes of ancient battles, but strangely enough, the people in the paintings seem to be fighting the air and finally being killed.

There are ten temples in a row, and the furnishings inside are almost identical, and some of them simply do not even have calligraphy and paintings, only carvings on the outside. After walking through the ten temples, there is a small garden square, and on the fountain pool in the middle, there is a stone sculpture with its back to Ma Yang, no matter how you go around, this stone sculpture always has its back to itself.

Continuing to walk forward, there are seven high platforms on one side, each high platform has a square space, it is a void environment, it can't be seen from the outside, what kind of enchantment should be, Ma Yang is not surprised at all by the strange thoughts that suddenly popped up in his heart, there are too many strange things encountered.

The three high platforms in front, when he walked to the last step, he couldn't walk in anyway, and he couldn't put down his feet when he stepped up, and only in the fourth was Ma Yang able to enter the place on the high platform that was shrouded in the void.

Gaotaizhong is a different world, Ma Yang found himself in a bamboo forest, the dense bamboo forest only has a straight path, guiding himself to the thatched house, after pushing the door in, Ma Yang stood in place in shock.

Tata is lying on the bed in the house and falling asleep!

The sound of the door opening woke Tata, and the mushroom-shaped head sat up slowly, and when he saw Ma Yang, his eyes were also instantly glazed.

"Tata, I thought I wouldn't see you anymore!" Ma Yang stepped forward to hug excitedly, but was pushed away by Tata's raised hand, and the terrifying force directly slapped Ma Yang out of the room and fell on the path outside the door.

"What's the matter, the Supreme Realm can now enter people casually?" Tata asked.

"The High Realm? What supreme realm? I came here along the road after I died, and you're not Tata, I see you so similar, I see the wrong person. Only then did Ma Yang realize that the person in front of him had a scar at the corner of his eye, but Tata did not.

"You should have seen my incarnation, you should know who I am, but as for why you came to the Supreme Realm after you died, I can tell you for sure that you are alive and well now, and dead things cannot come here." He affirmed.

Tata once said that his relationship with the Sword God, if you infer it then, this one in front of Ma Yang is the famous Sword God!

Thinking of this, Ma Yang broke out in a cold sweat, even if others had told him many times that the Seven Gods were powerful human beings, Ma Yang would rather believe in his eyes, and the little mushroom in front of him contained unimaginable power.

As if sensing what Ma Yang was thinking, he transformed into a man with an angular face.

"This is what I am, you can rest assured, the Supreme Realm was opened up by us, and it is counted as the last retreat of mankind to use, for so many years, mankind has not encountered any disasters, this side has been empty, and the temples you saw earlier are all later little guys." The sword god said.

"Ten Saints and Seven Gods? You all live here? Ma Yang was surprised.

"Of course you don't live here, that's why you find that you can't get into the high platform in front of you, because you have the mark left by my incarnation, and of course those guys won't let you in. The first ten came here one after another, but the Supreme Realm is very large, and now it seems to be empty. ”

The sword god seemed to have not communicated with people for a long time, and his mouth opened and gushed.

From his mouth, he learned that the Supreme Realm was built by the Seven Gods to preserve a retreat for humanity, and in case they lost a war with other races, this place was used as a place to store fire. And the divine is just a human being who is stronger than ordinary people, people will always classify things that are beyond common sense as sacred, the sword god just sat on the edge of the bed, and Ma Yang felt the looming pressure locking on him.

"You should know how to dance a sword."

"My sword shattered to protect me."

"There are swords all over here, give!" The sword god reached out and grabbed a bamboo sword outside the door, an emerald green blade, an emerald green hilt.

Ma Yang was in the garden, practiced the basic swordsmanship, and when he looked at the sword god again, he found that the sword god was no longer in place, but standing straight on a piece of bamboo, and the sharp breath came to his face, his whole person seemed to be a sharp sword, and the sharp breath was unstoppable, and the air was enough to cut it in two.

The truth is all about understanding, at the moment of feeling, Ma Yang's heart seems to have broken the mirror, standing motionless, the reason why the sacred is sacred, in addition to having the innate conditions that are superior to others, there are also different efforts from ordinary people, this momentum is something they have never thought of, and those who practice swords finally have to regard themselves as swords, so that nothing can be a sword.

When I came back to my senses, it was already getting dark, and the steaming meal was already set on the wooden table of the hut.

"It's all home-cooked food, I don't know if there will be guests, I haven't had time to prepare something, you can taste it." The sword god watched a little cautiously at this time, and it wasn't until he watched Ma Yang take the rice bowl and gobble it up, that the sword god smiled and ate together.

"Would you like to make a game?" After eating his fill, the sword god asked.

"What game?"

"I've got a pile of dirt here, see how tall you can build a building out of it, and if it's taller than mine, I'll get you a new sword." The sword god led Ma Yang to the opposite side of the path, where mounds of earth were piled up, like a construction site.

"That's a matter of words." The swords created by the sword god, don't think that they are all rare treasures, and the power must be much stronger than the sword before him, but thinking of this, Ma Yang still feels very sorry for the previous long sword, and that kind of unique spirituality is not felt by others.

It is still difficult to pile up this kind of soil with a certain viscosity just by hand, so Ma Yang simply rolled the soil into the shape of bricks and began to pile it up, but he didn't expect that after the soil was pressed into bricks, it was very similar to the color of the temple in front, Ma Yang was not happy, and he was not willing to be the same as his predecessors, so he wanted to do something different.

Thinking of this, Ma Yang began to invent and create, imagining the kind of blue brick glazed tile building of the ancestors, after an unknown amount of time, an eight-sided pagoda appeared in front of him, where the body will not be tired, Ma Yang did not rest at all, and completed the construction of the eight-sided pagoda, and the internal stairs and other structures are also the same as the structure of the tower in the attractions he visited when he was a child.

There are all kinds of decorations hanging on the eight edges, Ma Yang chose swords, guns, swords, halberds, etc., the hanging items on each layer are different, anyway, the clay is there, Ma Yang put the strange things that he has seen or heard, and after making nine layers, he can already look down on the high platform opposite on the ninth floor, and then the top of the tower is installed.

Of course, the installation work is carried out by the sword god, and he will pull the top of the tower up with his hand and land steadily at the top.

"Look at my pagoda, is it much better than the previous ruined temples?" Ma Yang looked at his work with satisfaction, thinking that the previous carving was indeed not in vain.

The sword god has already set off a monstrous wave in his heart, and this kid in front of him doesn't understand the meaning of construction, doesn't he understand? The halls of the Ten Saints were much shorter than the Seven Divine Platforms, and Ma Yang actually built a building higher than the Divine Platforms, which had already signaled that he could surpass the Divine Platforms.

Human beings pay attention to providence and artificiality, and this kind of morality formed in the dark will restrict the development of human beings to a certain extent, and Ma Yang did it, using these forging divine soil to make this eight-sided nine-story tower.

Forging the sacred soil is the foundation of the original development of this place, and the buildings built with them will provide energy to the builders over time, which also responds to the incense and the disciples' statement, no matter where the gods need the foundation, and these buildings are equivalent to their foundations.

When the tower was built, Ma Yang felt dizzy in his mind, and a lot of information appeared that he didn't have before, and the amount was huge, including the unknown language he saw before, which was a more advanced universal language, at least he hadn't been exposed to it now.

"I guess I've gotten the news, so what's the name of this tower?" When the sword god saw Ma Yang stunned, he understood what was happening, and he was the same back then.

"I want to call it the Thousand Machine Tower." After Ma Yang finished saying these three words, a vertical plaque squirmed out from the top of the tower, on which were written three brand-new big characters "Thousand Machine Tower".