The mortal body that covers the sky becomes an emperor

Chapter 33 The Holy City of the Northern Territory
Henry Zhang looked around in the store, then looked up at the boss and asked: "Do you have a map of the nearby area?"

The boss replied with a smile on his face: "Yes, which position would you like to take?"

Henry Zhang glanced at him and said calmly: "I want everything. As long as it is detailed and accurate enough, give me a copy of them all. Of course, if you can come up with a map of the entire Northern Territory, I will be even happier. "

The boss was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said: "Your honor, you are joking. I am just a small shop in a small city. How can I have such a map? If your honor needs such a map, I am afraid that you will have to get help from the big sects of the Holy Land in the Holy City." You can only find it in stores.”

Henry Zhang sighed and said: "In that case, please give me the most extensive and detailed map here!"

The shop owner put a smile on his face again: "Your honor, wait a moment, I will find it for you right now."

A quarter of an hour later, Henry Zhang left the store with some disappointment.

The largest map in the shop only recorded three nearby states, and it was still relatively vague, with many places not accurately recorded.

On such a map, even if Zishan is within this range, it may not be recorded.

If we just rely on this to search, when will we find it?

After resting in the city for a day, Henry Zhang plunged into the wilderness, planning to search for it on his own first and try his luck.

A month later, an oasis in Yunzhou.

Henry Zhang killed the bandit in his hand with one blow and curled his lips speechlessly: "This is the fourth batch. These bandits are not only poor, have little knowledge, but are also blind!"

For a whole month, Henry Zhang wandered in the wilderness of the Northern Territory, inquiring about Zishan everywhere.

This also attracted several groups of bandits who attacked Henry Zhang, but needless to say, they were basically sent away by him.

It's a pity that no one, whether it's the bandits or the local mortals, has heard of Zishan.

Henry Zhang sighed and murmured to himself: "It seems that I have to go to the Holy City."

Henry Zhang simply disposed of the corpses of the bandits, found a remote place, and began to meditate and practice.

It has been a month and a half since the last time I retreated to attack the Four Pole Realm.

Although this period was short, the number of times he took action almost caught up with the previous 20 years.

He obtained some medicinal materials and monster beast corpses from the junction of the two realms, and most of them were eaten by him.

The energy accumulated in his body is enough for him to go further in the Four Extremes Secret Realm.

An hour later, Henry Zhang stood up, and a burst of thunder came from his body.

He clenched his right hand hard, with a satisfied smile on his lips.

Now, as long as he finishes tempering his left hand, he will have reached the peak of the four extremes.

This kind of cultivation speed is not too slow to say the least.

After adapting to the realm, Henry Zhang jumped up and rushed towards the Holy City.

The Holy City, also known as the Divine City, is the center of the entire Northern Territory.

It is said that this city existed countless years ago, and even some great emperors left legends here.

All the Holy Land sects in the entire Eastern Wasteland, and even some dynasties in Zhongzhou and Lingnan, have established strongholds here, and basically all of them have half-step powerful officials.

Even the Thirteen Bandits from the Northern Territory would not dare to act wild here.

Hundreds of miles away from the Holy City, the dusty Henry Zhang fell from mid-air.

Looking at the oasis in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

This oasis with a radius of tens of thousands of miles is the territory of the Holy State. In addition to the Holy City, this land is also surrounded by countless small towns.

Many mortals gathered here.In the very center is the Holy City.

A road tens of meters wide leads directly into the holy city.

In addition to the people coming and going, in addition to the nearby residents, monks flew through the air from time to time.

Henry Zhang cleaned up, disguised himself as a middle-aged man, blended into the crowd in a low-key manner, and rushed towards the Holy City.

Along the way, young monks riding various strange beasts roared past, and some old men silently galloped away from the air.

Henry Zhang once again reduced his sense of presence.

Before entering the city, Henry Zhang noticed dozens of auras that were not weaker than his own.

"It is worthy of being the center of the Northern Territory. In the Southern Territory, I have only met two strong men in the Dragon Transformation Realm. Here, in just a quarter of an hour, there are more than twenty strong men in the Dragon Transformation Realm."

"It seems that even in such an era, those big factions will not lack strong people."

After a while, Henry Zhang followed a group of people and arrived outside the Holy City.

Looking at the hundreds of meters high city gate and the dragon-like city wall in front of him, he couldn't help but secretly clicked his tongue.

Even if the economy and technology had developed to a certain level in his previous life, he would not have been able to build such a magnificent city.

The entire city wall seemed to be made of copper water, glowing with metallic luster, giving people an oppressive and suffocating feeling.

Following the flow of people into the city, Henry Zhang silently left the crowd and wandered around the city.

Here, four-pole monks like Zhang Xuan are inconspicuous. Along the way, most of the people I see are monks.

He was dazzled by the exquisitely laid out and beautifully carved buildings on both sides of the road.

For most of an hour, he visited four or five streets, including various shops such as Gambling Stone Square and Xianren Tower.

After watching it on the street for a long time, Henry Zhang suppressed his inner desire to explore, found a restaurant, and stopped to rest.

"This place is suitable for retirement. If the future is not so difficult, you can enjoy your old age here." After taking a sip of wine, Henry Zhang thought silently.

In the next two days, Henry Zhang almost circled the entire Holy City.

I also bought a complete map of the Northern Territory from a store run by Yaochi Holy Land and determined the location of Zishan.

The terrain of Jiulong guarding a pearl is not common, and the relationship between Yaochi and Zishan is also unusual.

Let’s not talk about the relationship between Emperor Wushi and Yaochi, but let’s talk about the relationship between the fifth Yuantian Master Zhang Lin and the Saint of Yaochi. It is not surprising that Yaochi knows Zishan.

At this time, Henry Zhang stood in front of a dilapidated stone square, looking at the building that was almost covered by weeds and old trees, and felt a sigh of relief in his heart.

Tianxuan Shifang, this force has the smallest number of people in Beidou, but its strength is extraordinary.

In the entire Tianxuan Holy Land, there are only two people truly alive.

But the strength of these two people is extraordinary.

The old lunatic who is now wandering outside the ancient forbidden land is now at least in the realm of the Saint King.

The gatekeeper of Tianxuan Stone Square, Wei Yi, who has lived for nearly 5000 years, is also a saint king.

After watching for a long time, Henry Zhang turned around and hurried out of the city. The current self was not suitable for life in this holy city.

Maybe one day, when I have nowhere to go, I will buy a yard here and live a normal life.

(End of this chapter)