Longevity Martial Arts: I have a black water snake clone

The power of the Heavenly Palace has dominated the martial arts world for millions of years.

Not only does it have the divine power of the ancient heaven, but even the nine emperors of the human race have become its masters.

Therefore, under these various circumstances, it evolved into the strongest force in the human race, with great authority.

It governs all aspects of the human race, and naturally has the responsibility to protect the human race and annihilate the demon race.

The Martial Saint who was able to enter the Five Great Palaces was already a rare being among the major divine continents, and his status was impressive.

But the power of the Heavenly Palace, especially among the talented martial saints from the five great palaces, once again strives for excellence and selects the best among the best.

There is no doubt that everyone who can become a member of the Tiangong has a level of cultivation that started as a great saint, which is quite terrifying.

As far as the Eastern Wilderness Continent is concerned, even the Great Sage Li Hongxin of the Blue Deer is one of the best in the Eastern Wilderness Continent.

But the Great Sage Qinglu still does not have the qualifications to become a member of the Tiangong. One can imagine how terrifying the Tiangong forces will be.

However, at this moment, the expressions of these Tiangong Great Sages changed drastically, and they all looked in the direction of the observatory.

Because the Human Emperor Star has undergone huge changes again!

"Boom!"

Inside the star observatory, the already shattered Human Emperor Star exploded inside once again.

Like a bronze mirror shattering bit by bit, or like a silver plate gradually cracking, the Emperor Star started to make abnormal noises from the core area in the center, and continued to expand the degree of fragmentation.

Even if all the saints in the Heavenly Palace work together, they still can't prevent this situation.

They could only watch helplessly as the Emperor Star slowly cracked, and only Daoyun remained of the majestic figure of the Heavenly Emperor that symbolized Shang Yaoqin...

In the end, the Emperor Star actually shattered into pieces of the puzzle? !

If it weren't for the strands of popularity that held these fragments together, I'm afraid the Emperor Star wouldn't have formed a whole at all.

But looking at the current appearance of the Emperor Star, the great sages of Tiangong all looked downcast.

"The Emperor Star is really about to be completely shattered. Is it possible that our human race, which has maintained its dominance for more than a million years, will be ended by our hands?!"

A great sage whined in a low voice, his tone trembling.

All the great sages of the Heavenly Palace were in confusion, some closed their eyes in pain, some gritted their teeth, and some had dull eyes.

These people are the pillars of the human race and the overlords of their respective eras. Naturally, each of them connects the past and the present, and what exactly is the change in the Mingxiao Emperor Star.

"Nine is the best, ten are perfect, and all fortunes are taken away. Is it possible that there really cannot be an absolute hegemonic race in this world of martial arts?"

"My human race spawned nine emperors, and even killed thousands of races into the demon race. With such great achievements, why can't our race reach the top!?"

"The Great Dream Emperor, the World Devouring Demon Lord, hehe, hehe..."

"Cheer up, we are not completely defeated yet. We are Tiangong!"

"..."

Someone sighed in a low voice, their words full of despair.

With supreme monsters like the World-Devouring Demon Lord, if their human race's Great Dream Emperor is not born again, then they will have no choice but to be completely defeated.

But fortunately, more people hold their heads high, show determination, and shoulder the responsibility of being a member of the Heavenly Palace.

They are willing to believe in Shang Yaoqin, even if they sacrifice everything to pave the way for Shang Yaoqin.

The demon race can stick to the end for Xuanguang Bridge, and the human race can naturally do the same!

In the distance, Hua Yingying looked at the changes in the Emperor Star with a calm expression.

But her two white hands were clasped together, telling the story of her emotional excitement.

She lowered her eyes and sighed:

"Xuanguang Bridge has made great progress on the dream path again. He could have defeated the current emperor, but now he becomes stronger, what will it look like?"

Hua Yingying thought deeply for a moment, then she felt a chill rush from her spine to the sky, and her scalp was numb.

This deep chill enveloped her whole body, almost engulfing her in boundless darkness.

It seems that it is inevitable to escape to the outer world.

…

Although the main force of the battle between the demon army and the human army is the saint, the impact of the human race losing the Western Desert Divine Continent and the entire human world is extremely profound.

Even the ordinary people of the human race are inevitably affected.

The sky was dark, covered with dark clouds, the wind was howling, and flashes of lightning flashed from time to time.

Soon, the drizzle fell from the clouds and fell on the ground, as if to wash away all the turbidity.

One after another, the Western Desert monks put away their fasting bowls and stood under the eaves of various shops in this city to take shelter from the rain.

The local residents of southern Xinjiang looked at them with curiosity or vigilance, looking at these monks who suddenly arrived.

The power structure of the Southern Xinjiang Divine Continent is dominated by the four aristocratic families of the Ji family, the Hua family, the Wu family, and the Ye family, supplemented by families of all sizes.

There are very few sects, sects, Taoist temples, Buddhist temples and other forces here, almost non-existent.

The reason for this is that there was a leader of fortune in southern Xinjiang - Emperor Yuanzheng Jin!

Therefore, this is also the reason why there was a fierce struggle between the sect alliance and the Daxuan Dynasty in the Eastern Barren Divine Continent before, and why the Daxuan Dynasty fled to the Southern Xinjiang Divine Continent after its failure.

"Uncle Gu Yue, what is that?"

In the attic, a little girl in colorful clothes pointed at the monk with great curiosity.

Uncle Gu Yue...that is, Gu Yue Long Gui, the young man from the past who escaped from Qinghe Mountain and came out to explore the world.

Today, Gu Yue Long Gui is already over forty years old, and his temples are also a little white.

"They are the legendary monks, a group of sages who have made great contributions to our human race."

"But because they lost their home, they chose to call the world their home..."

Gu Yue Long Gui sighed.

For some reason, he remembered the destiny of the two races.

Xuanguang Bridge!

Shang Yaoqin!

When one is prosperous, both are prosperous; when one is lost, both are harmed.

The collapse of the Western Desert Divine Continent means that the door is wide open.

After the demon race has been cultivated, it can freely control the human world and choose the target of attack calmly.

And once the Southern Xinjiang Divine Continent and other human race worlds are also lost, what will happen to these ordinary mortal races?

This is the world of martial arts, a world of extraordinary power, and racial conflicts already involve everyone's interests.

…

"Brother Martial Arts, do you think Dameng Tianming can really turn the tide after he is born?"

On the top of the snow-capped mountains in Beiyuan, Bai Qingxu was wearing a snow robe, staring at the distant sky, and said hesitantly.

If before Xuanguang Bridge became enlightened, someone had told Bai Qingxu that the demon race would suppress the human race.

It is even said that the demon clan can seize the West Desert Divine Continent, then he, the Immortal Tianxing, will definitely punch this man and teach him a lesson.

But now, after experiencing the failure of attacking the Endless Sea and experiencing the frustration of holding on to the Western Desert Divine Continent, Bai Qingxu began to doubt himself.

Especially that day, when he faced the true form of the World-Devouring Demon Lord, the blood of the Great Emperor of Ten Thousand Waters in his body was trembling, making him avoid its edge, which made him even less confident.

"Yes! Absolutely!"

"Shang Yaoqin was killed out of nine great dream seeds, and it was the destiny of Emperor Longyang to sacrifice the entire Eastern Wilderness Continent."

"Xuanguang Qiao is certainly fierce, but Shang Yaoqin will definitely be more fierce than him in the same realm!"

Wuchanglong said coldly, and the dragon horse under his crotch also exhaled two long lines of white smoke from his nose.

His attitude is worthy of being a descendant of the Lord of Fortune, fearless of hardships.

"...This is the best."

Bai Qingxu nodded slightly, with a profound look in his eyes, "I hope that as soon as Shang Yaoqin is born, he can be like Xuanguang Qiao, who can attain Taoism directly after leaving seclusion."

The two sides have almost opposite attitudes, and this also shows the difference in the source of their emperor's blood.

Emperor Wanshui, the Lord of Beiyuan Changshengtian, always assesses the situation along the way.

He can take advantage of the situation and know how to seize opportunities. He can also hold on to himself when he is down and not be affected by the world. He is really like "water".

The Golden Emperor Yuan Zheng, the leader of the human race's destiny, has been making great progress along the way, dominating her peers, unparalleled in the world, and the word "fight" has been almost throughout her life.

In the end, she was unwilling to die of old age and fought hard. It was suspected that with the help of Yun Dynasty, she broke the barrier between heaven and earth, ascended to the fairy world, and became an immortal for eternal life.

The life experience of every great emperor will be many different.

Although they both have the same goal of protecting the human race, the methods are extremely different.

Therefore, Emperor Longyang, the first emperor of the human race who shaped the torrent of heaven and earth, is even more remarkable.

Now, the destiny of the human race to become emperor has fallen to Shang Yaoqin...

…

…

Three months later.

The secret realm of heaven and earth is the sea of ​​ink.

Longyang Dojo.

At this moment, Shang Yaoqin was watching the classic battle before Longyang Emperor Dong Zhengyang became a saint from the perspective of a bystander.

The Battle of Dajiao Mountain!

This was a fierce battle that took place more than a million years ago, and it was also a battle where Dong Zhengyang fully understood his true intentions.

It can be said that after this night, he completely washed away all his hesitation and uneasiness, and almost became a saint, laying a solid foundation for the rise of the human race.

"boom--"

The sky and the earth were as dark as ink, and only the wisps of thunder and lightning flashed through, and things on the mountains could be seen clearly.

These are wild and wild mountains before civilization, and the terrain is dangerous.

But now, Dong Zhengyang and the human tribe he came from are being besieged by various ethnic groups on Dajiao Mountain. If one of them is not good, they will be reduced to blood food.

"There are enemy troops all over the mountains and fields, ferocious beasts covering the sky and the sun, etc... there are actually two seventh-level saints!?"

Shang Yaoqin's pupils suddenly shrank, secretly thinking something was wrong.

If it were a sixth-level saint, let alone two saints, even if it was just three or four saints, even if her cultivation was still at the peak of fifth-level, she would still have the confidence to handle it calmly.

She can do it, and Dong Zhengyang, who is the Longyang Emperor, can definitely do it too. Shang Yaoqin has no doubt about it.

But right now, there are two seventh-level saints, and on the human race side, Dong Zhengyang, a fifth-level peak practitioner, is the most powerful.

"I knew that my human race was so weak, but I never thought it would be so weak."

Putting himself in Dong Zhengyang's shoes, Shang Yaoqin felt his heart suddenly sink and his shoulders felt like heavy mountains.

This feeling is difficult for others to feel.

But Shang Yaoqin felt that if she were Dong Zhengyang, she would choose to abandon the tribe, run away alone, and come back to avenge the sacrifices after becoming a saint.

In this way, he will not live up to his responsibilities.

She is a bit domineering and even willful, but she is not a fool. She understands that only by living, can there be infinite possibilities!

but……

Dong Zhengyang, who had not yet become a saint, pushed away a group of clan elders who advised him to leave alone, picked up the Shanhe Pen, climbed into the ancient chariot, and shouted:

"A man will live when he is born, and die when he should die. How can he abandon his clan and live!"

Thunder exploded, and the ancient chariot rumbled into the sky.

Dong Zhengyang charged towards the two seventh-level saints alone, almost alive and dead, extremely strong and fierce!

When Shang Yaoqin saw this, his lips opened slightly and his jade teeth were slightly exposed.

From the dull look in her eyes, it was obvious that she was also shocked by Dong Zhengyang's choice.

"Isn't it said that Emperor Longyang is tolerant and confident, just like an ordinary teacher?"

"When will Emperor Long Yang be so heroic and brave? He can swallow mountains and rivers with anger and eat the sun and moon with his mouth!"

Shang Yaoqin was a little stunned.

And when she saw Dong Zhengyang directly starting the catastrophe of becoming a saint and directly pulling two seventh-level saints to die together, her heart trembled suddenly.

Compared with Emperor Longyang's past, Shang Yaoqin seemed a bit like a flower in a greenhouse.

Even in a fight with Hua Menghuang, there is still a 50-50 chance of victory.

"No, I am not weaker than Emperor Longyang!"

"Emperor Longyang has his mission and path, and I also have my own mission and path!"

"I am who I am, and I never belong to anyone. Haha, I started to shake my mind again. Is this what Emperor Longyang wants to teach me..."

Shang Yaoqin suddenly chuckled, and the smile blooming on his face was like a spring rose, which was enough to outshine the spring scenery in the garden and was extremely bright.

Visible to the naked eye, she exudes a uniformly unique aura, the charm of multiple emperors.

The Holy Buddha of Paradise, the Soul-killing Demon Emperor, and the Great Emperor of Ten Thousand Waters.

Yuan Zheng, the Golden Emperor, Wugui Taoist, and Qinglian Tianzun.

Emperor Zhaoheng, Emperor Xinghuo, Emperor Longyang.

Immediately afterwards, Shang Yaoqin's aura began to change, like the Milky Way flowing straight down, or like a wave rushing thousands of feet, turning back and forth.

During this process, her ninth Heavenly Journey song was released.

Heaven turns into song!

Her cultivation reached the pinnacle of quasi-emperor in one fell swoop, and she was only one step away from attaining enlightenment by stepping into the black sky.

It was also at this moment that the torrent of heaven and earth outside the sky barrier during the day trembled faintly, seeming to echo Shang Yaoqin.

Immediately.

Shang Yaoqin gently exhaled a breath and returned to his high-spirited state again.

She has black hair on her head and is tied high with a white feather Taoist crown. She holds a red gold divine sword and a white jade fairy flute on her waist. She is peerless in appearance, aloof and extraordinary, standing proudly above the crowd. She is breathtaking, like the resurrected emperor of heaven.

Wearing the emperor's black robe, she carries great luck, and every move involves thousands of forces.

But compared to her peerless beauty, her firm and domineering will is even more frightening.

However, with her gentle smile, the pressure on her body gradually subsided, and she no longer became so domineering and terrifying.

"Nearly thirty years of waiting, and many years of isolation from the outside world."

"Now, I have finally succeeded, and I don't know what the outside world has become like."

"But it doesn't matter. As long as I am born, I will definitely sweep across the Nine Heavens and Five Continents, kill the Xuanguang Bridge, and then open up the world of Dream Dao..."

As various thoughts passed by, Shang Yaoqin opened his hands.

She slowly put away the ink sea in the secret realm of heaven and earth, blending it into the fairy aperture, forming an earth-shattering magical power.

At the same time, Hua Yingying found out about Shang Yaoqin as soon as she appeared in the forbidden area of ​​Tiangong.

Hua Yingying arrived in an instant, and she would not let anyone else know about Shang Yaoqin's birth, not even a member of Tiangong.

Faced with Hua Yingying's secretive behavior, Shang Yaoqin felt confused.

When she was born, shouldn't she have been beating gongs and drums, telling the world, inspiring people, and suppressing the demon clan?

She doesn't understand...