Chapter 1063: World Rain

"My Lord."

The monks in official uniforms standing in front of the library hall all saluted respectfully.

Although the princes and dukes of the royal city could not command them, the strength of each duke was enough to make them salute respectfully.

The civil servant of the library looked at the marquis.

He wore a wine-red Taoist robe and a flat crown on his head, and tied his hair meticulously.

The deep eyes under the bun looked at the starry sky, and the eagle-hook nose like the peak of Tianzhu Mountain split the harmony on his face. The eagle-hook nose relaxed slightly: "Are you ready?"

"My Lord, the earth and star secrets have been debugged, and we are just waiting for you to choose your own fiefdom."

The civil servant of the library bowed.

The other party was a great saint. Judging from his dress, he should be a powerful official.

However, the other party did not look like a human.

The only ones who looked the most like a human among the monks were Wu Rong and Master Ru Zang.

Even Yu Shen was the same.

He was tall and thin, his eyes glowed with a faint blue light, and his legs were slightly arched.

His pale face looked a little pale.

Wu Rong was used to this.

He had no prejudice.

There were countless creatures in this world, and even in the East Wilderness where human cultivators dominated, there were countless monsters and ghosts.

No matter where, as long as it was still the cultivation world, all cultivators would call each other "fellow Taoist" if they didn't know each other.

Wu Rong entered the gallery under the guidance of the earth envoy.

Passing through the palaces like mountains and walking through the corridors, the engraved talismans flashed when the spiritual light was transmitted.

It seemed to be clearly divided but mixed together. In the palaces, there were three giant seismometers rotating on a high altar under protection to suppress the formation.

Standing in front of the giant seismometer, Yu Shen exclaimed: "This is the armillary sphere of the royal city!"

"Yes."

The Great Sage Jieyin smiled and said: "The armillary sphere surveys the spiritual veins of the world and marks the blessed places of the caves and heavens. Every inch of the entire Yintian can be found here. The most powerful thing about this ancient treasure is that it commands the spiritual veins of the world. If the spiritual veins of the world are a group of dragons, this is the dragon ball that can mobilize the dragon veins."

"Dragon ball?"

Wu Rong murmured: "Maybe."

The armillary sphere in front of him is clearly similar to the Book of Life and Death, and it is even more ancient. How could it have such a simple function?

He did not come to explore the ancient treasures of the royal city, and said: "Northwest, close to the Demon Abyss, to the Styx, and close to the Asura clan."

The Great Sage Jieyin twisted his fingers to cast a spell, chanted a word, and merged his magic power into the formation to activate the formation to operate the giant starry sky in front of him.

The three star rings started to operate one after another.

The starry sky quickly showed the bitter cold land in the northwest of Yintian.

Mu Sheng, the great sage of the library who was leading Wu Rong, frowned, and the officials and clerks who were standing beside him were all quite surprised.

This is not a good place.

Mu Sheng said in a deep voice: "My Lord, this place is a corner. It is close to the Demon Abyss. Because it is barren, there are no Wanbu at all, and the blessed land and cave heaven do not grow on the vast land. Although it is close to the Styx, the spiritual energy is still sufficient, and there are also blood sea mineral veins to support it, it is really not as good as the Central Plains."

"I understand." Wu Rong smiled and nodded.

The other party was kind enough to say so much.

Mu Sheng must explain it clearly, otherwise when people arrive at the place and find that it does not meet their expectations and turn back directly, he will be sued.

"Go two thousand miles to the right of Xueling Mountain."

A voice transmission fell into Wu Rong's ears.

Wu Rong still maintained his usual expression, smiling and bowing, saying: "Friend Mu, this Xueling Mountain should also be considered my territory, right?"

Mu Sheng took a closer look and nodded: "If the Marquis must choose this place, Xueling Mountain is also in the Marquis's fiefdom. This place is soaked in the sea of ​​blood all year round, so it will produce a kind of blood gold spirit mine..."

"What about two thousand miles to the right?"

"This..."

"It's also within the scope of convenience."

"Okay, these two thousand miles are also assigned to me."

Mu Sheng raised his hand to signal, and the clerk behind him hurriedly recorded it.

Unexpectedly, when the long scroll was opened, the clerk hurriedly whispered: "Sir, someone has already acquired this place."

"Who?"

Mu Sheng looked back and asked.

The clerk quickly flipped through the records and said, "An earl chose this place three hundred years ago and governed a million territories."

Mu Sheng asked, "Who is this saint who occupies this place?"

"No background, I heard that a genius of the Yutong tribe became a saint, and from then on, the million territories were assigned to the Yutong tribe."

The clerk flipped through the files in his hand, which were shaped like jade slips, and the spiritual paths on them changed, allowing him to use a jade slip to mobilize the knowledge of other files.

Mu Sheng was relieved.

Since he was a native with no background, two thousand miles was no big deal.

"It's just two thousand miles, what's the big deal."

Mu Sheng responded indifferently, and then said, "Since it is the marquis who wants to choose the fiefdom, unless he wants to avoid other powerful people, otherwise once the boundary marker is placed, the territory of the saint earl should also be included."

A higher official can crush people, let alone a title.

Wu Rong smiled and said, "Thank you, Lord Mu, for your help. I chose this place because I was afraid that I was not strong enough to gain a foothold in the Central Plains. I also wanted to solve the problem of the mineral veins by marking out these two thousand miles, so as to avoid disputes caused by most of the mineral veins being in my hands and the small part being in other places."

"Don't worry, Lord!"

Mu Sheng didn't dare to take people's modesty seriously.

Wu Rong, who was driving the soul flag, controlled the magic weapon to defeat the Taoist Lord Xiong Yan of the Nether Clan with one blow.

Not to mention that there is a divine weapon spirit in the soul flag.

That is to say, there has never been a precedent of a weapon spirit being conferred a title in the royal city, otherwise the other party would have been able to obtain a title.

"Okay, let's do this."

Wu Rong nodded with satisfaction.

He did not ask why his master reminded him, it was obviously not the right time, and his master must have a reason for saying so.

Busy all morning.

Of course, it was the officials of the library who were busy.

Wu Rong, three people and one demon were idle and drank tea and talked about Taoism at Mu Sheng's invitation, which was very pleasant.

After Wu Rong selected the place, the library would start to print the land deeds, count the tribes, count the caves and blessed places, register them, make boundary monuments and fusion arrays, and use the armillary sphere to draw the map.

When all the work was done, two hours had passed.

"It's still good to have a team."

Wu Rong, who got the land deeds, sighed.

Such trivial matters are just the arrangements of the above sentence, but they have to mobilize countless manpower and material resources, and thousands of officials to sort and check.

Only then did he smoothly hand over a thin deed.

"Do I need to take the boundary marker away?"

"No."

"Before the Marquis arrives at the fiefdom, the royal city will place the boundary marker for the Marquis."

"Okay."

"I'll take my leave now."

Wu Rong bowed.

The three people and one demon walked down the stairs with a much lighter heart.

"Where to go next?"

"My Lord, we should go to the armory to take the rewarded divine weapons, go to the Spirit Vein Mountain to get the seventh-level spirit vein, and go to..."

"Then let's go one by one."

...

Far sky.

Northwest land.

Boom!

The sky fire meteor drew a long arc from the sky and fell down in violent fluctuations.

Wait until the fog and heat subsided.

Take a closer look.

You can see a huge boundary marker three feet high standing on the border.

Inscribed: 'Crown Marquis'

Such a big commotion naturally attracted the attention of all the cultivators in the northwest, and they were still wondering why the meteor suddenly fell from the sky.

The monk wearing the skin of wild animals looked at his companions and asked in surprise: "What's going on? Is there another meteorite falling?"

"It doesn't look like a meteorite."

"Look, clan leader!"

The shorter young man opened his mouth in surprise.

The monk of the Yimu tribe, who was called the clan leader, looked up, and the one eye embedded in his forehead, which occupied half of his face, reflected the shock of the sky.

Countless rays of light bloomed from the horizon, streaking out flames. Their flying speed seemed slow, but they understood that it was clearly because the distance was too far.

"What is that?"

"Boundary rain!"

Yimu Shida stared blankly at the boundary rain in the distance.

He had only heard the elders in the tribe say it.

If one day he could cultivate to the saintly realm, he could go to Dongyue King City to take over the reward from the emperor, and the emperor would generously share his land with people.

They only needed to choose their own clan land, including a million miles of territory.

At that time, boundary markers would fall from the sky.

Boundary markers were like rain.

From now on, you will never be hungry, cold, or bullied again.

You will truly hold the fate of yourself and your people in your own hands.

Yimu Shida was only seven years old when he heard this story.

He has heard this story from many people.

When he grew up and became the patriarch, he also told it to his children.

Unexpectedly, he could actually see it with his own eyes.

And it was on such a large scale.

"Patriarch, there is one left there!"

"Let's go!"

A group of monks rushed over.

Just saw three big characters written on the text.

"Patriarch, what is written on it?"

The illiterate looked at Yimu Shida.

Yimu Shida trembled slightly and said in a deep voice: "Crown Marquis!"

"What?!

"Marquis."

A saint can own millions of territories, so how much land should the Marquis have?

Big, so big that it will even include their Yimu tribe. At the moment the boundary monument fell, they became the people of the Marquis.

"Patriarch, what should we do? "

Yimu Qiang looked blankly at the clan leader who stood in front of the boundary stone for a long time without coming back to his senses.

He couldn't help but reach out and pull the clan leader's shoulder.

He saw the clan leader Yimu Shida turned around with tears streaming down his face: "I'm sorry, I'm incompetent, I didn't cultivate to the earl, and I didn't turn the clan land into a fiefdom..."

Yimu Qiang opened his mouth and clenched the war spear in his hand.

He wanted to shout that they could dominate their own destiny.

But the one who was coming was a great power, a great power of a marquis. Just hearing these four words was enough to make him unable to say anything disrespectful.

...

"The boundary rain is coming, and this vast land finally welcomes the master!"

The tall and thin old man in a long robe knelt on the ground.

Praying: "A great power of a marquis will definitely be able to protect our clan. This is a rare opportunity, a gift from heaven, and it will end the damn chaos. "

"..."

"The great power of a marquis is coming. ”

“…”

Thousands of tribes saw this world rain.

Some prayed, some were ecstatic, some were worried, some laughed, some were sad, some were hesitant, some were confused, and some were ambitious…

No one knew whether the arrival of a great marquis would make the situation on this land better or worse.

But even the cultivators with the lowest cultivation knew that this was an opportunity that could never be replicated, because even if there were great powers, they would not choose this place again.

No matter what the attitudes of the various ethnic groups or the powerful monks were.

At least at this moment, they were completely silent.

Even the monks who had already started the war retreated and waited tacitly.

No one wanted to be the most conspicuous one.