Great Jin, the divine capital of Luoyang, Babel Tower.

Since Mo Chen closed the Tower of Babel, this place has become the most heavily guarded place in the Great Jin. In addition to being guarded day and night by 500,000 of the most elite troops, there are also unimaginably large numbers of master regiments to protect them.

After the great changes in heaven and earth, as well as the explosive growth of vitality, the number of Jindan masters here has exceeded 30,000. Although Jindan powerhouses are no longer very rare, 30,000 Jindan powerhouses are still enough to make the Great Sect of the Heavenly and Human Family look sideways. The most important thing is that these masters are all die-hard people of the Great Jin, and they can go to the soup for the sake of the Great Jin and will not give up.

Towers of Babel are high into the sky, and its top is not a spire like ordinary tall buildings, but a fairly open and spacious platform. It is about more than 800 square meters, and the central position is as white as snow spirit jade, and a circular altar with a height of three zhang is built.

The altar is divided into three tiers, in a stepped pattern.

On the four walls of the bottom of the altar, there are delicate portraits of the twelve ancestors. These portrait murals are clearly the work of famous artists, and they are lifelike like living beings. The only weird thing is that these portraits are all with their eyes closed. The four walls of the middle layer are carved with the mountains and rivers of Kyushu, and the mountains and rivers on them are vividly depicted, especially the surging and magnificent rivers, which give people the feeling of wanting to break out of the altar.

The four walls of the altar on the top level are carved with patterns of the sun, moon and stars, and the stars on it shine brightly, as if echoing the immeasurable stars in the sky.

On the altar, three figures sat in a triangular position, and it was Mo Chen, Zinu and Shi Fei Xuan.

Above their heads, there was a faint heavenly river hanging high. The mighty Tianhe does not know its beginning and does not know its end, it comes from the void, and finally disappears in the void.

Endless silver-white stars were scattered from the heavenly river, enveloping the entire altar in it, and several people were surrounded by misty brilliance. The silver-white divine light rotates clockwise, like a gorgeous vast sea of stars, which makes people intoxicated, and exudes an ancient and desolate atmosphere.

After a long time, Mo Chen suddenly opened his eyes, and his black and white eyes were like a gorgeous heavenly river, in which the stars moved like a gorgeous starry sky. At this moment, he was like a god high above, ruthlessly looking down on the mountains and rivers of Kyushu, making people feel awe unconsciously.

The purple girl and the concubine woke up one after another, and the vision in their eyes was the same as Mo Chen.

Several people finished one after another, Mo Chen glanced at the two of them who were as delicate as flowers, and said with emotion: "Congratulations on surviving the three calamities and achieving the peak realm of the ancient giants." ”

Mo Chen said, his eyes couldn't help but flash a faint complexity.

I don't know if the gods have fed too much compound fertilizer to this world, or if the hidden origin power of the Nine Heavens Xuannu has been stimulated by the gods. Since a few years ago, the world has been advancing at a rapid pace, and the process is as fast as a runaway high-speed train.

In just a few years, the limit of what this world can accommodate has risen again and again.

More than ten years ago, the world could only barely accommodate the powerhouses of the Yuanshen Great Power Realm, but now even if the powerhouses of the peak realm of the ancient giants appear, there is not the slightest pressure. This kind of unscientific change made Mo Chen simply not know how to complain. I'm afraid that in a few years, this world will be born with immortals, right?

Mo Chen thought of the ancient giants who could shock the galaxy in the interstellar era, and looked at the beautiful young faces of the two people in front of him, and his heart became more and more uncomfortable.

If it is known by the bigwigs of the interstellar era, someone can achieve the peak realm of the ancient giants in just over ten years, and even the sage is only one step away, I am afraid that he will be angry. No, with the two of them fusing the qualifications and opportunities of this world's Heavenly Dao, the Sage did not have any difficulty at all. To say that they are only half a step away from the Sage may be considered to be too humble!

But then again, do you count yourself as sleeping with two quasi-saints?

Just as Mo Chen's mind flew out of the galaxy, Concubine Xuan's expression was solemn and she sighed: "Even if you have achieved the peak realm of the ancient giants, you are still too weak in the face of gods. There are still three months to go, and hopefully we can do it well. ”

"Sister Concubine Huo is too worried, this world is our home after all. The actions of the gods have certainly stimulated changes in the world, but they have strengthened our strength. And the husband is ready, and we have no hope of victory. The purple girl smiled and comforted the concubine, her voice was soft and full of inexplicable power, which made people feel convinced.

Concubine Xuan's expression was indifferent and speechless.

As the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao in this world, how could Shi Fei Xuan not perceive the power and horror of the gods, as well as the greed and desire for this world. She is not a purple girl, she doesn't have that optimism, and she doesn't have that confidence in Mo Chen. It's just that although there is not much hope in her heart, Shi Feixuan will definitely not take a step back.

For the sake of the common people in the world, even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of her, and an endless abyss of broken bones, she will resolutely step into it!

Mind the world, save the world!

Three months is a very short period for ordinary people, let alone for cultivators who are immersed in the great changes in heaven and earth and make their cultivation twice as effective with half the effort.

In the blink of an eye, it has entered the Spring Festival of the twenty-first year of the new calendar of the First Emperor, which is a major festival for the people of Kyushu, and it is also a festival worth cheering and celebrating. And for all the family sects in the know, it was an unpeaceful day. Because the real end will begin today, and Penglai will also leave this world today.

No one knows where Penglai will eventually fly, whether it will be a beautiful new world full of hope, or the abyss of destruction, but most people have the greatest blessing for Penglai's departure.

The top of the Tower of Babel.

"You really don't plan to leave this world, once Penglai soars, there will be no more chances." Mo Chen stared at the beauty in front of him, with a somewhat complicated expression and a touch of pity.

Feng Xiaolian smiled softly, her slender jade hand brushed the soft sideburns hanging in front of her, her bright eyes looked into the distance longingly through the Tower of Babel, and said softly: "My husband's greatest wish before his death is to hope that one day he can walk all over the mountains and rivers of Dajin and see all the wonders and wonders of the world.

Although her husband is no longer there, Xiao Lian is willing to act as her husband's eyes and keep in mind the mountains and rivers of the Great Jin Dynasty and the wonders of the world. In the future, if Xiao Lian sees her husband, she can tell him everything she sees and take him to enjoy the mountains and rivers of the Great Jin. ”

When Feng Xiaolian said this, the look of longing on her face was even better. After she finished speaking, she seemed to have just come back to her senses, and said slightly apologetically: "Xiao Lian came here today to say goodbye to the ancestor. Xiao Lian plans to leave for the Western Regions and the more western world in the near future, remembering the former glory of the Great Jin in her heart. If the husband of the province asked, Xiao Pian didn't know how to answer. ”

Although Mo Chen wanted to open his mouth to dissuade him, after all, the road to the Western Regions was full of endless dangers as in the past. But when he saw Feng Xiaolian's determined expression, when the words came to his mouth, he seemed to have a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his throat, and he couldn't speak.

Feng Xiaolian has lived for hundreds of years, how can he not know the danger outside. How not to know that going to the Western Regions is already an act of nine deaths. But does she really care about life and death?

Mo Chen fell into silence, and after a while, he seemed to have figured out everything, and said with a smile: "Take care." ”

Feng Xiaolian smiled and bowed, respectfully bowed three times and bowed nine times, and then retreated from the Tower of Babel. Mo Chen stood on the Tower of Babel, watching Feng Xiaolian's figure disappear into the sunset in a daze, and he didn't retract his gaze for a long time.

This was the last time he saw Feng Xiaolian, and it was also a picture that he could never forget.

The sunset is like blood, and the beauty is picturesque.

The distant West was a blood-red hazy color, as if to foreshadow something.

"Hey, it's almost time." Mo Chen retracted his gaze for a while, looked sideways at the far east, and sighed faintly.