Longevity Martial Arts: I have a black water snake clone

In the sea of ​​flames, thousands of warships shuttled through the sky.

The hot wind was raging, and black smoke billowed.

The sky and the earth are connected by flames, and the vision is blurred.

Here is the entrance to the Demon Realm of Suzaku Tianjinglou!

When Hong Yuan stepped into the demon realm, he saw many blazing strange fires and some brave birds of prey.

Hong Yuan ignored them.

The next moment, a sky-high white light followed him.

Amidst many envious eyes, Hong Yuan's figure slowly disappeared, and he came to Suzaku Holy Palace.

Unlike Qinglong Sacred Palace, which is a sky-high tower, and White Tiger Sacred Palace, which is a huge palace complex.

The appearance of the Suzaku Holy Palace is like a golden sycamore tree, a leaf has a inheritance, and a branch gathers a big stage.

As for Hong Yuan, who possessed the identity of Suzaku's overlord, he was directly sent to the core area of ​​Suzaku Sacred Palace - Phoenix Nest!

"It's such a strong fire path mark."

Holding the Vermillion Bird Token in his hand, Hong Yuan surveyed the place with his eyes, his eyes flashed.

In the phoenix's nest, all kinds of mysterious and powerful different fires beat one after another as if they had intelligence.

But at the highest point, the golden bird egg that was burned by many different fires seemed to have fallen into dead silence, as if... into Nirvana?

It's just that Hong Yuan can perceive through the magical power of the Wanji domain that the abnormal situation of the Suzaku Holy Palace is created by this golden bird egg.

"This mysterious bird egg with the same level of aura as Tianli and other ants...is it a phoenix? Or a vermilion bird?"

Hong Yuan was puzzled.

Although he could see the true shape of the golden bird egg from a distance, he knew very well that if he dared to get close, these terrifying strange fires would devour his demon body mercilessly.

The monster race, being able to compete with the human race for so long, is probably not as simple as he imagined!

After observing for a while, Hong Yuan didn't pay much attention to it.

When this golden bird egg is born, his demon body will either survive the killing of the human race and take charge of everything. Either turn into ashes and just disperse.

No matter how much you think about it, it's useless!

"Buzz—"

Hong Yuan crushed the Vermilion Bird order and closed the red pupils.

Afterwards, layers of concealed white light spread from the vision of the blue fairy cave, and spread towards the demon realm of Suzaku Tianjinglou.

At the same time, the incomplete dragon of luck on top of his head was also singing.

Hong Yuan is repeating his deeds in the demon world of Baihu Tianjinglou.

"Phoenix Blood Red Gold, Burning Soul Grass, Bone Cold Fire..."

All kinds of rare natural materials and earthly treasures from the demon realm of Suzaku Tianjinglou arrived in front of Hong Yuan and piled up like a mountain.

Not only that, a bright golden phoenix crown appeared in front of him.

The golden phoenix crown is exquisite in shape and comfortable in texture. It is extremely smooth when pinched lightly, like pinching a jelly.

Hong Yuan didn't wear it, because it was obviously a sacred weapon used by a female saint.

However, he could see that it was a holy weapon for comprehending Taoism. Even though attacking is not bad, it is best to use it for cultivation.

"Refining first, use the master-level attainments of refining the Tao to roughly decipher the secret method of refining the golden phoenix crown."

"Then turn it into the accumulation of esophagus traces."

With Hong Yuan's thought, the black Dao Dao marks flowed out.

Looking at the golden phoenix crown that fluctuated up and down in the void, and sometimes bursting out with different colors of fire, Hong Yuan's eyes revealed the color of reminiscence.

Many years ago, he had a "painter's dream".

Until now, this "painter's dream" still remains in the deepest part of his heart.

At the beginning, Hong Yuan only thought about fixing the color-changing ink and other things, and creating his own Daxuan Dynasty banknotes belonging to the Fengxi clan.

As a result, the warrior's exchange currency is Yuanshi containing vitality, and his first plan went bankrupt.

And when he managed to raise the level of the foundry master, ready to flex his muscles and benefit the public, so that every warrior can afford cost-effective components...

As a result, his sword incarnation was promoted to immortality, and the primordial stone was of no use to him, and his second plan failed because of this.

But now, feeling that his refining attainments have reached the master level, and he also controls the refining secrets of multiple sacred weapons, Hong Yuan's long-lost thoughts began to recover again.

only……

Hong Yuan glanced at the level of his painting skills, and had to suppress this crazy idea.

"Casting can be close to the Tao, and can be sublimated into refining the Tao."

"In the same way, painting should also be close to Taoism, sublimated into...painting Taoism?"

"After this round of human killing is over, I want all the saints in Treasure Yellow Heaven to go crazy for me, and make everyone use holy weapons!"

The corner of Hong Yuan's mouth twitched slightly.

Artisan, it's reasonable to keep back hands on the holy artifacts you refine, right?

As for semi-finished products, which have not yet reached the level of holy artifacts, but have a certain level of sacred artifact power, it is reasonable to call them secondary sacred artifacts, right?

Then these so-called sub-holy artifacts are easy to be scrapped because they are new, so it is reasonable, right?

At this moment, Hong Yuan recalled those mobile phone manufacturers in the past, and hummed a few words in satisfaction.

Sure enough, people will eventually become what they hate.

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Donghuang Shenzhou, Donghuang Academy.

That night.

The clouds are thick and the stars are hidden.

Kong Yande, who was offering wine to the Donghuang Academy, slowly walked out of his bamboo hut and came to a waterfall.

He rolled up his trousers, walked into the river, and walked step by step towards a jasper slab that was constantly impacted by the waterfall.

On the jasper stone slab, there is a pitch-black feather fan, lying here faintly, as if it has not been waved for a long time.

The huge impact of the waterfall water not only failed to disperse it, but seemed to wash it more moistly.

"The demon star is activated, then the Ziwei star of our human race should also be born."

"I don't know which one of our five old men will be the destined protector of this era..."

"Great Dream Emperor, the strongest emperor of all time, master of all genres."

"Big dream, big dream, dream..."

Kong Yande picked up the black feather fan, looked at the starry sky with firm eyes.

The human race is powerful, while the monster race is humble.

That's why the destiny of the monster race is often born first, and then the destiny of the heroes of the human race.

And those who are qualified to teach the destiny of the human race and can solve problems for the destiny of the human race are called guardians.

The protectors are routinely selected from among the five contemporary university palaces.

Its responsibility is heavy, and it is responsible for suppressing the rapid growth of the Yaozu's destiny.

And the process of the battle between the destiny of the monster race and the destiny of the human race is like adding two extremely effective catalysts to the world, which can make the world revolutionize itself quickly, continuously promote the prosperity and development of the major schools, and promote the world to move towards a more perfect state. Change of direction.

After all, the period of war is often the period when new things appear the fastest.

This kind of mystery is already a tacit consensus among the old immortals of the human race and monster race.

It's just a pity that the principle of "If you are not of my race, you will be punished with your heart", even in this world, it can be connected.

The human race will not believe in the Yaozu, nor dare to let the Yaozu grow.

The Yaozu will never forget the years of oppression, and they dare not entrust the inheritance of the ethnic group to the kindness of the human race.

In the battle of tens of thousands of years, it doesn't matter who is right and who is wrong.

Without the existence of the other party, that is really important!