Chu He looked at the expressions on these people's faces. Although he still looked calm and elegant, he was slightly proud and relieved.

There is an old saying on the Mongolian grassland, "God can guide victory, but God cannot win alone."

Compared with the monks' practice, the independence, strength and glory that are destined to be destined from the beginning are all destined to themselves. Gods and even the power of the gods and the earth are relatively easy or simpler. Because of this, they will be subject to various restrictions.

The gods on the grassland can guide people who believe in themselves to become stronger, but they will directly gain strength without waiting to replace them.

So the final decision is human beings.

The Sword Palace in Chuhe’s Emperor City is for people to see, for people to live, and is also used to shock people from all directions. Only by shocking people first can they restrain the gods in reverse through them.

"Welcome to the Beihai Sword Sect. The sword sacrifice ceremony begins soon. Please move into the Sword Palace and take a rest." Chu He said.

Those rebellious alien races from all sides buried their heads and followed Chu He into the Sword Palace Hall. No one dared to jump out and say anything nonsense.

This is enough to show that Chu He's performance was very successful.

I am afraid that after returning to their respective tribes, for a considerable period of time, no matter how their respective gods imply and incite, they will hesitate and hesitate, and will not dare to invade the Beihai Sword Sect.

After the initial unstable cross, Chu He set up the witch formation throughout the imperial city and connected the thirty-six mountains that were transformed together to form a whole with formations.

Even if most of the grasslands attack together, they would not be able to do anything to Chu He's Beihai Sword Sect in a short time.

The structure of the sword palace is relatively simple and elegant. There are still various sword moves on the surrounding walls, which are connected together, with some extremely fierce and fierce sword techniques.

The wooden shelves on both sides are covered with swords, giving people the illusion of a strong sword energy.

Everyone sat down one after another, and soon some disciples brought melons, fruits, tea, and as for wine..., don't go!

Chu He has reason to believe that few of the people here have good wine and drink a few glasses of yellow soup. If these people start to make trouble, wouldn’t the performance he had done before be wasted?

To be honest, Chu He initially established the Beihai Sword Sect was just to establish a formal foothold in the grassland, have his own name, and be able to make his own voice.

It was indeed unexpected that once things started, they would be like a train that had taken off the rails, rushing forward with brute force. Of course, Chu He would not regret it, because the development of the situation exceeded some control, causing the crisis to come early. It was also a surprise that it could make Chu He's status more noble on the grassland.

If the crisis is overcome, then natural, there will be more halos on his head.

There is no wine or dance at a banquet.

The sound of the phony sounds came, and the disciples of the Sword Sect were cheering up. They waved sword weapons in the middle of the hall and practiced sword techniques in an orderly manner, which made these guests feel stunning.

Wait until the performance is over.

Chu He burned a so-called sacrificial text in a fake way in the cauldron.

Then, holding the so-called "Divine Sword" in his hand, he began to sacrifice to the sky.

As Chu He's voice spread to Jiuxiao, the sword sound rose from nowhere, and it roared into the sky and soared straight into the sky.

The clouds in the sky are opening layer by layer, like the gate of the Heavenly Palace, opening one after another.

At the end of the sky, there was an emperor wearing a black royal robe and sitting high above the ninth level of heaven, with great majesty. The momentum that dominated everything was not fake at all, and it emitted it to make all the guests tremble.

The emperor nodded at Chu He, and the expression revealed in his eyes was not arrogant, but very equal.

boom!

The sky clouds dissipated, the wind and snow stopped suddenly, and the mountain tops that had never seen the sun were suddenly shining brightly, as if the scorching sun in the sky had also bet on more care for it.

Above the sky, the Jade Taoist constantly adjusted the refractive angle of the large bronze mirror to send more sunlight to the glass dome of the Sword Palace.

The sacrifice to heaven is over.

In addition to being shocked, everyone also felt lost.

After seeing such a magnificent scene, they all have a sense of doubt about life.

Next, Chu He accused all the guests and left first.

The style of a master is still necessary to be upright. If the distance is too close and the sense of mystery is lost, then the so-called immortal style will naturally be greatly reduced.

Fu Qingbo was the leader and Yang Chenkong was the assistant. The two of them led these guests to continue visiting the imperial city.

Living areas, teaching areas, food areas, entertainment areas, gaming areas, and even entertainment areas waiting for special professionals to settle in are all presented to these guests one by one.

Chu He is responsible for the style, erecting the entire Beihai Sword Sect and erecting the majesty of the Imperial City, making people dare not invade easily.

Then Fu Qingbo and the others are responsible for making profits.

Countless historical facts have proved that only places with symbolic and political significance, no matter how magnificent and grand it is, sooner or later, will be eliminated, gradually become ruins or locked in cages for visiting. Only places with both economic and livelihood significance can last forever.

After Chu He's complete planning and even many cross-age entertainment have been moved to this era, it can be foreseen that this city will become a giant beast that swallows gold on the grassland.

The Mongolians were not poor, and the resources on the grassland were also abundant.

They just haven't really used their wealth, and a lot of their resources are in a waste.

And this city can truly understand what it means to be rich, but if you don’t have money...

After a brief tour of the Imperial City, all the guests were a little lost.

The Turks no longer wanted to plunder the city. They just wanted to live in the city with the wealth they had collected and become part of it.

Then spend the wealth and happiness accumulated in most of their lives here, enjoying delicious food, beautiful scenery, beauties and various entertainment activities that they are worried about, but they have never heard of and never seen.

Most of the Mongolians were also confused and didn't care about walking. One or two people were turning out of the line and falling into the ditch.

There are also sober people.

For example, the leading old man among the envoys of the Liao Kingdom, such as Chechnya.

When they saw this city, what surged in their hearts was not only envy and yearning, but also a deep chill.

It can be foreseeable how much potential this city will burst out and how huge power it will gather when it truly unfolds.

However, thinking of Chu He's power and horror, they began to feel powerless again.

Suddenly I didn't know what expression to face.

Chechnya decided that as soon as he returned to the tribe, he strictly prohibited the tribe's people, whether men or women, from coming to the Imperial City, and he even prepared to promulgate strict laws.

But how much effect will this be? Chechen felt very unsure. After all, even he himself lingers and doesn't want to leave. He really wished he could continue to stay here with all his wealth and enjoy the so-called "real life" as Fu Qingbo said.
Chapter completed!