In the center of Kamikyo is a mountain.

A mountain that is not very high, but extremely wide.

Qi Hanshan said that the overall structure of Shangjing is very similar to Xijing, and it is not an illusion.

Clear-eyed people can see that Shangjing and Xijing are both from the same person, but they are more high-end and more perfect.

What drives the operation of the entire Xijing is the aura brought by the water from outside Xijing, and the huge formation under Xijing absorbs the aura of the entire water and injects it into Xijing.

And what pushes Shangjing is not the river, but the skylight.

Eight bands of light were pulled out from eight directions, gathered on the low mountain in the center, the low mountain was called the Purple Mountain, and above the Purple Mountain, there was a huge imperial city, and from any place in Shangjing, you could see the majestic palace and continuous palace walls.

In the same way, if you look out from the top of the imperial city, you can look down on any part of the whole of Xijing, and all the buildings and pedestrians fall into view.

At this time, Ji Yan was standing in the imperial city, looking at the high platform in the distance.

From time to time, spies came to report: "Back to the saint, Lord Zi is chanting poems against him. ”

"Back to the saint, Lord Zi and Zhu Caizi are talking about poems. ”

"Back to the saint, Lord Zi is grinding ink. ”

Meticulous and without omission, Zi Baifeng's every move was quickly reported to Ji Yan's ears.

Since Zi Baifeng came to Beijing, Ji Yan has been paying attention to Zi Baifeng's every move.

When a person pays attention to another person, it means that he is interested in that person.

But getting one person to pay attention to another person's every move is problematic.

But Ji Yan couldn't control himself from doing this.

If it is said that after Zi Baifeng had just lifted the crisis of the Tianguang Gathering Spirit Tower, he was deeply shocked.

After a qiē precipitation, what remained in Ji Yan's heart was only one kind of affection.

Fearful.

For any emperor, he does not allow his excesses to be beyond his control.

He is the emperor of men, and all human beings in the world should bow down to him.

As the so-called ass determines the position, Ji Yan also once laughed at his brother's short-sightedness and narrow-mindedness, but when he also sat in this position, he finally understood why his brother would snub a capable strong man like Zi Baifeng.

Because he's too strong, so strong that he can't control it.

The near-perfect battle of the Tianguang Gathering Spirit Tower, the layout ability, the execution ability, and the qiē all made Ji Yan feel terrified.

As the so-called cunning rabbit dies and the lackey cooks, the birds are all good and hidden, the emperors of the whole world are all like this, people all over the world can only share weal and worn, not wealth and prosperity, when Ji Yan really sat in this seat, he closed his eyes, and he could see Zi Baifeng's almost emotionless, completely indifferent and resolute expression when he saw Zi Baifeng for the first time.

What he wanted to do most was to cook Zi Baifeng's "lackey", but the cunning rabbit was not dead, no, not the cunning rabbit, but a group of cruel wolves.

But what did such a Zi Baifeng, who was simply a peerless hero in Ji Yan's mind, do after coming to Xijing?

He actually bought a piece of land, bought a few houses, and then opened a Gui Moxuan, so he went to sell his own ink.

What the hell is he up to?

Is this really the Zi Baifeng he knows?

Ji Yan stood in front of the window, frowning and looking ahead.

The Great Array of the Imperial City could isolate all exploration from the outside, and he was not worried that Zi Baifeng would find out that he was paying attention to him.

He looked at Zi Baifeng inquiringly, and he found that the more he studied, the more strange he became, and his every qiē seemed to be a mess of mysteries, mysterious exercises, rise for no reason at all, amazing talent, and talents that others could hardly match.

If such a man becomes his opponent, if he wants to threaten his rule......

Not to mention, Zi Baifeng is a descendant of the Zi family.

Who knows if tens of thousands of years have passed, and the people of the sub-clan still have the heart of restoration?

I have to guard against it, I have to guard against it!

Ji Yan is actually very insecure.

He was almost caught up by the ducks on the shelf, and the reason why he was elected was because of some kind of coincidence, whether it was Candle Dragon or Zi Baifeng, they both chose him.

And the enemy he faced, any one pair was so strong.

The fairy world, the demon world, the demon world...... and Zi Baifeng.

And it was this lack of security that made him start to plan for a rainy day long ago.

Ji Yan looked at it for a while, and saw that Zi Baifeng was still there and competing with others, and felt that nothing seemed to happen, so he turned around and walked out of the study.

Someone saluted him all the way, Ji Yan walked in the imperial city, like a tiger patrolling his territory, he would occasionally stop and look around, when his gaze swept over, the guards standing in the corner of the wall held their breath, held their heads high and did not dare to move, like a sculpture, and the palace people who came and went were lying on the ground, trembling all over.

This is Tianwei!

In a corner of the palace, there is an independent courtyard, which is not big from the outside, but when you enter it, there is a special cave, and even when the emperor arrives here, he has to knock on the door a few times before he is identified and invited in.

"Your Majesty, the whole world is overjoyed!" As soon as he entered, a person pounced on him exaggeratedly, knelt at his feet, and said loudly: "The research of the ancestors has made great progress, and it will soon be completely successful." ”

"Really?" Ji Yan walked a few steps excitedly, bypassing the old eunuch who was kneeling on the ground, and walked towards the inner courtyard, which looked much larger than the outside, seven or eight old people were frowning and pondering, or talking in a low voice, next to them were half-dissected but still alive, there were guards who were practicing the real yàn exercises, there were corpses that had died violently, and flesh and blood that had been broken into thousands of strange shapes.

Seeing the emperor come in, the old men just raised their eyelids and didn't pay attention to Ji Yan, but Ji Yan came here almost every day, and even sometimes came several times, and he saw at a glance that there was a guard who was on the other side of the courtyard, testing all kinds of spells.

Weaving Luo Jin Xian is hateful, but he also did two good things, one is to create the foundation for Ji Qi to ascend to the throne, and the other is to descend the immortal ascension technique.

Although the Immortal Ascension Technique is a Weaving Luo Golden Immortal stripped from the exercises he cultivated, it was originally uneasy and kind, but this Immortal Ascension Technique, even in the Immortal Realm, is also the top technique to improve strength, after improvement, you can bypass the trap and control of the Weaving Luo Golden Immortal, and get the purpose of improving your strength without being affected by the side effects.

Moreover, the Immortal Ascension Technique works extremely quickly, and within a few days, he can greatly increase his strength, which will be his greatest reliance.

"Fourth grandfather, your old man has worked hard. Ji Yan stood there and watched for a while, and finally saw an old man who seemed to be idle, and hurriedly walked up.

Although he is the emperor, he does not dare to make a mistake to these old people, they are the real hidden power of the royal family, and they are also his elders, they have made an oath to abandon their personal interests and losses, and protect the royal family with their lives, unless the royal family is threatened with extermination, they will never make a move.

Each of these old people is a powerful storage unit that has been piled up by the royal family with endless resources, and he can crush Ji Qian to death with one hand.

Of course, their oath did not allow them to change the dynasty and meddle in the throne.

"Hmm. The old man snorted ignorantly, as if he didn't take Ji Yan seriously at all.

Ji Yan had long been accustomed to it, and a courteous smile appeared on his face: "Fourth grandfather, how long will it take for this Emperor Extreme Immortal Ascension Technique to be completed?"

The old man raised his eyelids and glanced at him, but he didn't answer for a long time, and when Ji Yan's expression was a little tense, he said slowly: "You can get into the city in about seven days, and then you choose a group of the most loyal guards to come over, and let them practice the improved Emperor Extreme Ascension Immortal Technique." ”

"What kind of power can that have?" Ji Yan was still not at ease.

The old man narrowed his eyes: "True immortal strength may not be there, there is always a master of the heavenly list." ”

Hearing the news, Ji Yan's heart jumped wildly.

Seven days later, he had the strength to continuously create Heavenly Ranking Masters!

Although this Weaving Luo Golden Immortal wants to destroy the world, for Ji Yan, he is an out-and-out lucky star.

When he left this remote courtyard, Ji Yan felt that he was about to fly.

As long as it takes another seven days, he will have a better lackey, and now Zi Baifeng, the "lackey", is useless, and when the time comes, I am afraid that he can cook it.

This made his previous surveillance and annoyance particularly ridiculous.

So even the spies reported to him: "Master Zi is painting......

"Go down, what Zi Baifeng does, you don't have to report it anymore. Ji Yan waved his hand excitedly.

The spy hesitated, "But ......"

"Go down!" Ji Yan's face changed, the spy didn't dare to say anything, kowtowed, and quickly disappeared.

Ji Yan went back with his hands behind his back and hummed a little song.

Zi Bai Feng, Zi Bai Feng, do you really think that I asked you to come to Beijing to reward you?

No matter how much you calculate, I'm afraid you'll have to drink this pot of poisonous wine!

The triumphant Ji Qi suddenly felt that something was wrong, his face changed suddenly, and he looked at the sky in the distance.

In the sky, I don't know when, a black cloud suddenly appeared.

The black cloud blurred and instantly turned into a huge arm, which Ji Yan had never seen before, but appeared in his nightmares countless times.

It was the arm of the Demon King, the leader of the demons that had invaded the human realm.

The arm grew clearer and more realistic, and both the spikes on the skin and the sharp claws made people shudder.

It seemed to be groping around, trying to break free from the invisible hole that bound it, and it seemed to be frantically slapping and struggling, trying to break the barrier that separated the two worlds.

But in the blink of an eye, it seems that every qiē is an illusion, and it stays there quietly, like a painting.

Ji Qi suddenly recalled the sentence reported by the spy just now: "Lord Zi, he is painting......"

He's painting? Does that have anything to do with him painting?

Ji Yan suddenly couldn't calm down.