Three hours later, I stood at the door of the Qionghua Palace, with the younger brothers and sisters around me, looking at the behemoth in the sky, in a daze.

There were very few things I had to carry with me, only a magic sword, a ten-foot storage bag, and a sealed book, all of which had been prepared a long time ago. I've been working on a project for a long time in Goldfinger Space, which is to deduce how I can survive in various situations as much as possible. Make use of every item you may carry on your body to maximize its function, and use all the possible things in the environment you may encounter, whether it is a rotten corpse or a rotten green swamp, or an extremely cold glacier, or thousands of fire ants, whether it is in an extremely arid desert, or in a country of unbearable fog with abundant water vapor, you must have a set of ways to deal with it.

In the 10-cubic-foot storage bag, every bit of space was used by me. There are a lot of specially made square boxes, large and small, stacked on top of each other, filled with all kinds of special things that I have collected.

A sealed book with one hundred and twenty pages, sealed with the most fundamental things I had calculated to be most likely to be used.

The robe is Lian Yunfeng's standard robe, but the one on my body is a fine product that he specially refined for me after he solved a certain problem for the master of the instrument room.

Fifteen hidden pockets inside the robe contained sixty talismans that I had carefully prepared, and nine artifacts that I had paid a great deal to trade.

I wore an inner armor inside my robe, a pair of magic boots on my feet, a crown of a magic weapon on my head, a string of beads around my neck, a defensive bracelet on my wrist, and two rings on my fingers that concealed thunder. The most important thing is that I now clearly have that little copper seal hanging around my waist. But it has changed its appearance, the flocculent green gas is swirling, and the slightest power can come out, and it is not ordinary at first glance.

When I stepped out of the room just now, Senior Sister Liu Xiaoqin pointed at my face and almost shouted, "Senior Brother Chen, you are not human!"

I'm a youkai!

In the past three hours, I have actually refined the magic weapon of the hand I just obtained into a heavy heaven, and I can already control it freely. And the same magic weapon, the same sacrifice, other junior disciples, it will take more than ten days at the earliest.

But who called the three prohibitions set by Uncle Liu Fang in the small copper seal, I have already read it in the book given to me by my ancestor, and it is the kind that is taken apart and broken out of a rune, and a rune is explained in detail. Who told me to have pondered the three forbidden sacrificial paths to the extreme in the golden finger, and it was also a study that had been dismantled and broken. What's more, I myself was also trying to refine the basic magic seals with a fairly changeable function in the study, and the lists were listed there, from collecting materials to preparing the fire, to carving the magic circle, and even the actual sacrifice scene I deduced several times.

After such a series of paths, how could the master not see that I "liked" and "wanted" this thing? So, naturally, the master "gifted" this thing to me when he was about to use me. Then, I will use some means to prove that I am "worthy" of this kind of exceedance, so that those junior uncles have nothing to say, and those junior disciples dare not move.

However, when I walked out of the gate of the Qionghua Hall and saw the behemoth in the sky outside, I only felt that the calculation in front of me and the pride just now were so ridiculous. Fly camp dog gou, needle small profit, snail dojo, snail horn battle, nothing more than this.

I saw it!

It's a huge cloud city!

This is a "carriage" carried by Bai Yunying, who was angry just now!

A huge "carriage" with a length of hundreds of meters, a width of tens of meters, and a height of tens of meters, a "carriage" that looks like a huge cigar, or like a huge airship. It's not as terrifying as the Hindenburg's 244 meters, but such a behemoth is analogous to the missile-ridden, torpedo-loaded arsenal ships, battleships, and even sci-fi starships with hundreds of battle mechs in my previous world.

Bai Yunying's woman stood at the "front of the carriage", hundreds of low-level monks took off, or stepped on flying swords, or stepped on magic weapons, or stepped on magic talismans, densely occupying the space around the "carriage", more low-level monks and more warriors stood in all corners of the surface of the "carriage".

One-color costumes, one-color flags, one-color utensils, regular arrays, and some of the holes that were faintly opened emitted a faint thunder light.

As Bai Yunying's hand waved violently, a huge cloud flag unfurled in the air!

A bluebird flutters on a white cloud flag, flying in the thunderstorm of rain.

I recognize this flag.

On Qingyun Mountain, there is a special Yuan Shen Zhenyi God King, Bai Sikui. It turned out that Bai Yunying was a real person and her descendant. No wonder Bai Yunying really has such a huge Sky Cloud City.

I could only look up, looking at the huge presence in the air with a complicated and indescribable feeling, not knowing how to restrain my mood.

I only know that today is the first time I have really seen the strength that a Jindan real person can have, and it is also the first time that I have truly compared my own insignificance.

Yes, I have read the book given to me by my ancestor Xie Daoqing, and I have also had a special deduction in the Golden Finger Space. So I know a lot of things that the younger brothers and sisters next to me don't know.

For example, how many people can live in such a huge cloud city, how many goods can be loaded, how many monks can be arranged to cultivate and study normally, how many war weapons can be equipped, how many large-scale wars can be launched alone, how long can it last in the air, how much can it fight fiercely, how much damage it can be in a bloody battle and still be able to fight, and what kind of scale can it explode to.

However, the book I read is actually called "Jindan Real Man vs. Cloud City Magic Weapon Strategy".

So, what I know more is how calm a Jindan real person will be when facing this huge Cloud City magic weapon!

It only takes a very simple breakthrough, only a very simple throwing of a heavenly thunder child, only needs to defeat the guardian golden pill of the cloud city magic weapon, only needs to break the defensive magic shield of the cloud city magic weapon, and everything else is floating clouds.

What is the desperate interception of the foundation building monks, what is the group attack of the Qi cultivation monks gathering the magic circle, what is the power of the war magic weapon, what is the ruthlessness of the evil means, what is the horror of the power of self-explosion, in front of a real Jindan real person, all of them are floating clouds.

Violence, the violence of the Red Valley.

I've seen the images of the ancestor Xie Daoqing when he destroyed the cloud city in front of him in the past, I've seen those little monks who practiced qi like me on the cloud city die as easily as the little ants who were poured into the anthill with molten iron, and I've seen those who were marked as maybe very famous, maybe very talented, maybe very talented, little monks, died.

So I was silent.

I took Lian Yunfeng's team to the south this time, a total of 400 people, set foot in Cloud City, and were quietly assigned to a certain layer of the bilge.

After being shocked, those younger brothers and sisters were like Eskimos in New York, and they gave out inexplicable admiration for everything they had not seen. It's Senior Brother Liu Guanghe and the three Senior Brother Ni who have seen more, but they still can't say some ridiculous things at every turn.