I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

"It's not necessary to apologize. As the patriarch said, everyone is serving Chang'an now and should be united sincerely. I only hope that your fellow clan will not make trouble for me in the future."

Meteorite quickly cleared up his mood and turned into a human form, giving a fist to the orange light of the golden-winged Dapeng bird.

This orange light can bend and stretch, no matter what he thinks of Chang'an City before, but now he is clearly leading the Dapeng Bird clan up and down, all devoted to Chang'an.

Although the orange light cultivation base was inferior to the previous Xuanfeng, it seemed that his decisive recognition and sincere allegiance helped the Golden-winged Rocchio clan to survive the crisis of almost extinction.

As long as they have been loyal and devoted to Chang'an, the condensed force can far outweigh the strength of his meteorite alone.

The two sides don't have to do anything, just serve Chang'an and fight for merits, and they can quickly divide the competition.

Although his meteorite casts an effect on Chang'an, it is even worse, but it is hard to say who will have a higher status in Chang'an in the future.

The Snake Meteor also didn't want to get too tense in the relationship with the Golden-winged Roc Bird clan.

Anyway, the Dapeng bird who really wanted to kill had already died under Mr. Ao of Chang'an City.

The flesh and blood of the opponent was swallowed by him in turn, and only then helped him continuously improve his cultivation realm in a short period of time.

Now that the orange light was intentional to ease the relationship, the meteorite also responded.

It is still too early to say whether this matter has really been completely exposed in the future.

But as long as Chang'an City remains strong and prosperous, they can work together to make a living underneath, and they can stay in peace and even cooperate with each other.

"Mr. Meteorite's words are too polite. When I turn around, I will have a banquet. Mr. must appreciate it." Orange Guang, the head of the Dapeng Bird clan, smiled.

But Meteor pushed back, and had to agree: "Definitely, definitely, it will be disturbed by then."

The two sides said a few more polite words to each other, and then said goodbye.

Zhang Dongyun was in the Daming Palace, watching this scene with a smile.

Under the rule of Chang'an, even those who are all loyal to the city of Chang'an cannot be peaceful.

As long as it does not affect the handling of Chang'an, Zhang Dongyun will not interfere.

Some people even want to settle their grievances and die for life. Zhang Dongyun depends on the situation and may not stop it.

Whether Orange Light guessed what Meteor did after saying goodbye to him, not necessarily.

But Zhang Dongyun saw it clearly in the Daming Palace.

The snake returned to the quiet room where he was practicing, seizing all the time and practicing seriously, in order to make further progress in a short period of time.

The Golden-winged Rocchio clan is at peace with him at the moment, because of the city of Chang'an.

However, he must pay close attention to his own practice and have the skill to contend with orange light and other Dapeng birds.

Otherwise, with the passage of time, the Dapeng Bird clan has repeatedly made meritorious services, and their status and status in the city of Chang'an gradually surpassed him, what should we do?

Even if it will not be eaten by the time, life will be extremely depressing.

This is the future that Chinook Meteor absolutely cannot accept.

If you want to change all of this, you can only continue to contribute to Chang'an City as before and improve your own strength.

Meteor even worked harder at this moment than when he first entered Chang'an City.

In this regard, a certain city lord surnamed Zhang is naturally happy to hear about it.

He withdrew his attention from the meteorite and projected Mr. Wuyun into the Temple of Heaven Punishment in Chang'an City below.

In the Temple of Heaven Punishment, many people were waiting at this time, all dressed as Taoists.

They are many Taoist practitioners who were active on the land of Eastern Xinjiang in the past.

Because of their resistance to Chang'an City, the famous Taoist gates of Dongjiang were attacked by Chang'an one after another, and everyone in the gates was either killed or captured.

The diehards among these are basically the group of people whom I should have contacted and pointed out.

Such as Qingye Zhenren, Huangye Taoist, Cangye Taoist of Qingyun Temple in Tangdi, Zhang Bining of Zicheng Mountain in Chudi, and others.

They have been dragging their heads without bowing their heads, pinning their hopes on Yingxiao me and the Taiqing Palace behind it.

After all, to the former Taoist practitioners of Eastern Xinjiang, the Taiqing Palace is the sacred place of Taoism in the legend of Middle-earth, and the leader of the religion.

At that time, they firmly believed that although Chang'an City was strong in Eastern Xinjiang, it was still unable to resist the Taiqing Palace from China.

Therefore, Zhenren Aoba, Zhang Bining and others gritted their teeth and insisted on patience.

Ask them to directly kill Mingzhi, but they can't do it either.

On the contrary, Chen took the head of Yushan to teach Ge Xin, and I told him to laugh at me in order to live up to his death. Zhang Dongyun did not embarrass him and asked him to seek benevolence.

And as Zhang Dongyun ruled Chang'an City all the way to the west, attacking the city and destroying many sacred opponents in the Middle-Earth, the news returned to the east, not only the people of Chang'an were excited, but the real Aoba and them were also shocked.

A new year has begun in everyone's mind:

Perhaps this Chang'an City can dominate even in Middle-earth.

When the identity of the Twelve Yamas was later disclosed, Su Pojian picked the Taiqing Palace and forced Peng Ziling and the others to escape, the Taoists on this side of Dongjiang completely lost their previous expectations.

Everyone began to consider retreat.

The only thing that can comfort them is that the Zhengyi faction of the other Dadao Family Holy Land in China is still there, and they are walking along with Chang'an City.

This made Qingye Zhenren and Zhang Bining feel a little better in their hearts.

Anyway, they didn't betray the Daomen, did they?

So everyone bowed their heads to Chang'an City.

It’s not because of how unyielding the will that has been carried for so long before. How could a certain city lord surnamed Zhang easily let them go?

Naturally, all people continue to act as coolies to atone for their sins.

Until now, with Peng Ziling and Ying Xiaome as the heads, the Taiqing Palace collapsed up and down, almost killed and wounded, and Qingye Zhenren, Zhang Bining and other talents regained their freedom.

At this time, it had nothing to do with Taiqing Palace, but they worked hard and worked hard.

"When you go out this time, you should remember the previous lesson and do it for yourself." Mr. Wuyun of Zhang Dongyun Projection said indifferently.

The people led by Ms. Aoba and Zhang Bining saluted: "I have realized the past sins, and will never violate it again. From now on, I will follow the teachings of your majesty and husband."

Mr. Wuyun nodded slightly: "Okay, you go."

"Yes." Zhang Bining responded with a roar, and then said: "Sir, the junior has a gratuitous request, Mr. Wanwang forgive me."

Mr. Wu Yun looked calm: "Say."

Zhang Bining took a deep breath: "The juniors are under the Zicheng Mountain Gate, and want to move to another Lishan Gate in the Southern Wilderness. I beg your husband for permission."

The blessed land of the gate of her Zicheng Mountain had already been occupied by other people in the Chu area.

The original Zicheng Mountain's sphere of influence in the Chu region was naturally divided up early.

Now they only have three or two big cats and small cats. If they want to return to their hometown, they will definitely be rejected by the current local forces.

Zhang Bining himself is a real person in the ninth realm of Taoism, and his cultivation strength is quite impressive.

But as a former prisoner, now he has just regained his freedom, obviously it is better not to be too high-profile.

Going to the Southern Wilderness means to join the righteous faction.

The Zhengyi school is the holy place of Taoism, with masters in the door like a cloud, and many primordial monks.

Zicheng Mountain can be attached to the righteous school, which is of great benefit in practice.

The Southern Wilderness is now a mixture of Taoism, monsters, and demon fish and dragons. The situation is chaotic, and there are many landless areas. There are often battles. However, if there is the care of the decent faction, Zicheng Mountain is easy to find a new foothold.

"The old man is fine here, but you need to ask Daoist Chengyang." Mr. Wu Yun's tone was casual.

Zhang Bining nodded quickly: "Junior understands."

Mr. Wuyun looked at Madam Aoba: "Where are you?"

Madam Aoba replied respectfully: "The younger generation is in the same school as the other Qingyun views, so they stay in Eastern Xinjiang and listen to Mr. Hou's teachings."

It is difficult to stay in Dongjiang, and he naturally knows this.

But after all, this is the core area under the rule of Chang'an City. It is close to the inner city of Chang'an, leaving its own benefits.

Many difficulties should be overcome slowly with patience and humiliation.

Of course, on the Southern Wilderness side, Madam Aoba will pick a suitable person to accompany him, and they must go there too.

It is of great benefit to Qingyun View to be able to consult the Daoist School.

"Be cautious in words and deeds, and don't cause trouble." Mr. Wu Yun glanced at Aoba Masanori indifferently.

The other party hurriedly called the chief inspector: "The younger generation must keep it in mind."

Mr. Wuyun waved his hand: "Okay, let's go."

The Dongjiang Taoists were busy saluting again, and then retired.

Mr. Wuyun left the Tianpu Hall and went to the Tianshu Hall.

A young man is waiting here.

Seeing the old man in black coming in, he hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "I have seen Mr. Wuyun."

The young man looked like he was in his early twenties, he was of medium build and was slightly thin, his eyes were piercing, and his face naturally showed a kind of gentle smile.

It was Huo Yiming, a disciple of the Hell Dragon Sect of the Western Regions.

When Ao Ying and He Sanyang went to the Western Regions for training, Huo Yiming, as a local snake, took care of them.

Its talent and strength are truly outstanding, not to mention the Prison Dragon Sect, which is the best choice for the entire Dongsheng Shenzhou.

In the previous battles in the Western Regions, Huo Yiming made many contributions with the prison dragon faction.

After the war, Chang'an City had places to reward outstanding figures in various factions, and had the honor to go to the Daming Palace of Chang'an City to meet the city lord.

The quota of the Prison Dragon Sect fell on Huo Yiming.

Xie Feng and his elders obviously have high hopes for him.

And a certain city lord surnamed Zhang is actually the same...

"Memorize the etiquette of meeting your Majesty?" Mr. Wu Yun asked indifferently.

Huo Yiming nodded: "The juniors have written them down."

"Okay, follow the old man." Mr. Wu Yun took him all the way to the Daming Palace above the sky.

"Junior Prison Dragon Sect disciple Huo Yiming, see Your Majesty, Your Majesty Shenwu Qitian will live forever."

Upon entering the hall, Huo Yiming followed Mr. Wu Yun's instructions and bowed to Zhang Dongyun above.

Zhang Dongyun quietly looked at the young man below.

On the other side's head, there seemed to be an illusory black dragon swimming.

When he saw Zhang Dongyun, Huo Yiming naturally did not dare to have any disrespect, and completely restrained himself from martial arts energy and blood.

This black dragon has another source, and he doesn't even know it himself.

After looking at it for a while, Zhang Dongyun retracted his gaze: "Xie Feng and Ying'er have both mentioned that you are very good."

"The juniors really don't dare to be." Huo Yiming said.

"Go down and practice hard." Zhang Dongyun flicked his fingers slightly.

So there was a stream of light that flew into the center of the young man's eyebrows.