Longevity Martial Arts: I have a black water snake clone

The sky was clear, cloudless, sunny and blue.

Egrets spread their wings to their heart's content, fluttering in the white clouds and blue sky, showing their graceful figure.

Or the shape of an umbrella, or a long line of characters, it really makes people laugh.

The breeze blew up, rolled up strands of dandelion velvet on the grass, and made it fly in all directions.

now.

Ye Zhuyin was standing on the stone pavilion, watching the scene from the sidelines, dispelling the depression in her heart.

She squinted her eyes, her eyes were full of sadness, and her pretty face was full of sadness.

But even so, she looks really good-looking.

Due to Shang Yaoqin's intention, even if Ye Zhuyin, who has become a sage of the sound path, wanted to go to war, he couldn't go to the front line of the two clans as he wished.

Because the only person Shang Yaoqin cares about is Ye Zhuyin.

Perhaps, in the eyes of Shang Yaoqin, the entire human race may not be as important as Ye Zhuyin.

So how could Shang Yaoqin let Ye Zhuyin take risks?

But now, the news of Xuanguangqiao's enlightenment has already spread throughout the world.

Even ordinary people of the human race know that the current situation of the human race is very dangerous.

As it happens, Shang Yaoqin is the destiny of the human race, and she will inevitably collide fiercely with Xuanguangqiao. Ye Zhuyin seemed to have seen the scene where Shang Yaoqin was smashed to pieces!

"Hey, how on earth did this 'World Eater' Xuan Guangqiao avoid [Mutual Repulsion of Dao Marks]? It's hard to understand." Ye Zhuyin couldn't help covering her face and sighing, feeling very helpless.

Shang Yaoqin regards her as the most important person, why doesn't she?

suddenly.

Ye Zhuyin's ears twitched slightly, and she looked at the southeast dumbfounded.

In a thatched hut in a bamboo forest in the southeast, there was a baby crying non-stop.

It's good for a baby to cry, but she's too good at crying.

Everything must be done too much, if you continue to let the baby cry like this, I am afraid that she will faint from crying and hurt her body.

"Be good, baby, be good, let's not cry, don't cry~"

"Ah, ah ah..."

"Hush, cry again, be careful that Xuan Guangqiao is coming to eat you."

next moment.

Something magical happened.

I saw that the little baby became extremely quiet at an extremely rapid speed, she stopped crying, and just kept pouring her head into her mother's arms.

Children stop crying!

Xuanguangqiao's fierce reputation has spread far and wide among the human race. One can imagine how heavy pressure he has brought to the human race~

"Xuanguang Bridge..."

"No, no, I can't pass on my uneasiness to Yaoqin, and I can't cause trouble for Yaoqin."

"Ye Zhuyin, you have to cheer up~"

Ye Zhuyin secretly cheered herself up, then took a deep breath, patted her fair face, and cheered herself up.

It's just that no matter how cheering she is, it's difficult for her to adjust her emotions quickly.

Xuanguang bridge is too scary!

The more advanced a practitioner is, the more he understands what the "Xuanguang Bridge" represents.

"If Yaoqin sees me like this, or if Ah Yuan sees it, I'm afraid they will worry about me instead?"

For some reason, thinking of Hong Yuan, the corners of Ye Zhuyin's mouth turned up slightly, and a smile appeared unconsciously.

This smile seemed to be full of spring flowers blooming in the garden, people were more delicate than flowers, extremely bright.

Gradually, Ye Zhuyin finally cheered up.

Then, she turned and left, returning to Miaoyin Pavilion.

Since both Hong Yuan and Shang Yaoqin are going to fight against the Yaozu, she should handle all the logistics for them!

...

There are many big rivers and many islands.

And in the most extensive group of islands, there is a sect that looks like a sycamore tree.

The stream surrounding this sect is like a phoenix.

Here, it is Fengxi Sect.

Daxuan Dynasty, by the Tongtian River, Fengxi Sect!

A ray of red light appeared on the surface of the river, and then, there were a series of divine rainbows passing by, setting off boundless huge waves, which disappeared in the blink of an eye.

These saints who turned into divine rainbows are none other than General Bai Xiangxuan of Fengxi Sect, Martial Saint Leizhen and... Fengxi Hongyuan!

It's just that their hearts are very heavy now, and everyone's faces are tense.

Because Fu Yanjiang, the great sage of Fengxi, died in battle!

The dragons of the Fengxi clan have no leader, and Fu Yanjiang happened to be recognized by Fu Yanjiang as the next generation of Fengxi Great Sage, and Hong Yuan, who had inherited the Fengxi Excalibur, was too weak, and was only in the realm of a catastrophe of the sixth rank.

How can this level of cultivation level become the Dragon Head of Fengxi Sect, how can it support Fengxi Sect with all its strength?

You must know that the Fengxi Sect has been passed down for thousands of years, and the internal forces of the sect are complicated and cumbersome. Without the strength of the Great Sage, it is impossible to command the heroes!

After all, the forces below the Tiangong of the Human Race and the Dadi Taoist lineage belong to the Fengxi Sect and the Qinglu Taoist Temple.

"You guys better be more acquainted, otherwise, I don't mind letting Fengxi Excalibur be stained with the blood of the same clan!"

Hong Yuan thought to himself.

His body only has a sixth-level cultivation base, but not an eighth-level cultivation base, so it is impossible to take him down.

Not to mention, he can still summon super-class power if he is pressed for time!

Hong Yuan glanced to the left as if he didn't mind.

On the far left, there are three saints from Tianji Pavilion gathered together, coveting Hong Yuan's figure from time to time.

Tianji Pavilion, the most mysterious palace gate of Fengxi Sect, involves wisdom, luck and soul.

This temple has few disciples, so it can be described as the elite among the elite.

...

"boom!"

The sound of breaking the air shook.

One after another, the saints concealed their bodies, entered the Fengxi Sect, and returned to their respective places of practice.

Originally, saints are not ordinary, after all, there is nothing worthy of their nostalgia for ordinary people.

But it is different now. Under the background of the resumption of the battle between the human race and the monster race, the saints have all accepted their respective halls, and they are no longer the attitude of the dragon seeing the head but not the end.

Royal Beast Peak.

Qingyue lecture hall.

At this moment, Mo Yue'er, who was wearing an elder's robe and had a serious face, was talking about how to breed bee-like beasts.

"Many people dream of ascending to the sky in one step and quickly reaching the state where the slave formations converge."

"Hehe, this is wrong!"

"The way of slavery lies not only in 'slaving', but also in 'raising' and 'refining'!"

"Slave, I want you to be enslaved. Since ancient times, slave souls have not been separated from their families. In this respect, it involves a certain degree of soul cultivation."

"For example, those who control a pack of wolves need to shape their soul into a werewolf soul. Those who control a pack of snakes need to shape their soul into a snake-like soul."

"..."

Mo Yue'er was holding a black iron ruler in her hand, and a terrifying beast with fire feathers stood at her feet.

She stood on the high platform, her voice was as cold as frost.

Even if her skin is as good as snow, her face is peerless, and her beauty is breathtaking, these cultivation disciples and true disciples cannot be distracted.

Because once you get distracted, the next moment, the black iron ruler and the fire feather will fly out from nowhere, which is enough to make you remember deeply and make you cry out of pain.

"Yue'er has grown up."

At some point, Fengxi Hongyuan stood at the end of the lecture hall, full of doting figures staring at Mo Yueer.

The relationship between him and Mo Yue'er is that of uncle and niece.

But in fact, Mo Yue'er was rescued and brought up by him, Hong Yuan. Although he is not a father and daughter, it is equivalent to a father and daughter affection.

Now, seeing Mo Yueer's high spirits, Hong Yuan couldn't help but feel very relieved.

As for whether Mo Yue'er is promising or not, Hong Yuan actually doesn't care much.

As long as he is alive, he will not let Mo Yueer be wronged!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

It was noon, and the bell rang.

The group of spiritual beast disciples heard the ringing of the bell, and after Mo Yue'er left, they all collapsed on the mat indecently, with a look of collapse.

They knew that Master Mo was doing it for their own good, so that they could lay a firmer foundation for their practice.

But listening to Master Mo's handouts was really a thrilling test that people dare not take lightly.

Because the black iron ruler and the fire feather are really powerful, and it is rumored that they were polished by the person on Honghuo Peak!

How can this group of disciples not tense their hearts?

In a corridor aisle.

Hong Yuan stood here quietly, and he quietly released a trace of his own energy.

In the next moment, the fire-feathered beast that looked like a huge fire moa suddenly raised its head and hummed.

"What's wrong, Huo Yu?"

Mo Yue'er looked sideways in puzzlement, and looked in the direction Huo Yu indicated.

She immediately saw Hong Yuan looking at her with a smile.

At this moment, Hong Yuan was wearing a black Taoist robe, standing with one hand behind his back, tall and straight, with piercing eyes, and a sense of calmness that the world was upside down and I was standing still.

"Little uncle..." Mo Yue'er was extremely pleasantly surprised, like a suckling swallow returning to her nest, she threw herself into Hong Yuan's arms and hugged Hong Yuan with both hands.

"Yue'er, you are already a big girl, you should pay attention to the influence." Hong Yuan said with a smile.

As the breeze picked up, Mo Yue'er's blue hair fluttered, and bursts of refreshing fragrance hit Hong Yuan's nose.

"Yeah, I got it." She said so, but she hugged Hong Yuan even more tightly and refused to let go.

She is scared.

She was afraid that Hong Yuan would die on the front line of the two clans!

She was afraid that she would never see Hong Yuan again!

"It's okay, it's okay." Hong Yuan felt the fear in Mo Yueer's heart, and stroked Mo Yueer's black hair very gently.

...

After a while.

After coaxing Mo Yue'er, Hong Yuan took her and the Huoyu beast back to Honghuofeng.

The alchemy room of Rainbow Fire Peak.

Lin Yiru was performing alchemy in it, using various different fires to refine a elixir called "Fire Phoenix Pill".

"I don't believe it anymore, I still can't refine the Fire Phoenix Pill needed to feed the sacred instrument of the Phoenix God Qin!"

Lin Yiru gritted his teeth.

Now, her hair is disheveled, her clothes are scorched black here and white foam there.

With such an image, where does she still have the graceful and elegant appearance of the past?

If it weren't for that extremely beautiful face, she would be almost like a crazy woman.

"The Fire Phoenix Pill that Feng Shenqin needs~" Hong Yuan secretly watched Lin Yiru silently, his eyes loving.

The sacred weapon is like nourishing Gu, which pays attention to the three ways of nourishment, use and refinement.

Every time the holy vessel is used, various substances need to be replenished to the holy vessel in time.

This is also a major reason why the imperial weapon is difficult to use.

But actually...

Feng Shenqin has long been trained by Hong Yuan, and is no longer limited to the need for Fire Phoenix Pill.

After all, he is the [Esophagus Dao Master], so it is easy to solve such things.

But this is Lin Yiru's kindness, and to a certain extent, it can make her fire foundation more solid, so she will let Hong Yuan go, after all, it will also help Lin Yiru's practice.

This life is very long, but also very short...

Even if it is the Great Emperor, it is only 10,000 years.

Hong Yuan can afford it!

…

…

Three days later.

Southern Xinjiang Shenzhou.

Ji Clan, Colorful Butterfly Garden.

In a bright hall, Martial Saint Butterfly Sword and Hong Yuan's sword body 'Bo Qing' gathered here, looking at the incense and fire god above.

【My disciple Huamenghuang...】

What is enshrined in this incense and fire deity is a broken and barely mended water dragon fire phoenix peace talisman.

This peace talisman was returned by Shang Yaoqin to Butterfly Sword Martial Saint and 'Bo Qing' after the battle for destiny.

And behind the incense and fire deity, there is a portrait, which is the image of Hua Menghuang in high spirits at the beginning.

In the portrait, Hua Menghuang is wearing a white warrior outfit, holding a snow-white cold sword, with a peerless demeanor, like a fairy in the moonlight.

Hong Yuan stared at the portrait, as if Hua Menghuang hadn't left.

In Hongyuan Qianchen, there are three meanings about the complete death of a person.

The first level refers to the absence of heartbeat and breathing, which is physical death.

The second level refers to the death of human social relations, that is, "people are dead and their debts are bad."

The third level refers to the time when no one in the world still remembers, it is complete death.

Now, the person who still thinks about Hua Menghuang is the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint Ji Limin.

As for Hong Yuan?

To be honest, Hong Yuan had already forgotten about Hua Menghuang.

Because from the very beginning, Hua Menghuang's position with him was just to be an instrumental apprentice who helped him seek [Meng Dao Master]!

For such a tool man, he also prepared Shang Yaoqin and Ye Zhuyin.

It was when Hua Menghuang almost made him pay out of proportion to his gains, that he was very concerned about Hua Menghuang.

"Meng Huang, do you know that we have failed in the crusade against the Yaozu?"

"The Xuanguang Bridge of Destiny of the Yaozu actually created a miracle, and became enlightened within only 20 to 30 years after being sanctified, known as the World Devourer Demon Lord!"

"It would be great if you became Dameng Tianming. If it were you, you would definitely be able to kill Xuanguangqiao. I think Shang Yaoqin is hanging very well."

"You don't know. I heard from the seniors in Tiangong that Shang Yaoqin is changing so fast now that he is like a tyrant. He doesn't have your humility at all."

"..."

After inserting the three sticks of incense, Martial Saint Diejian described the current situation to Hua Menghuang's incense and fire god with a smile on his face.

And she is still imagining what it will be like if Hua Menghuang is the final winner in the competition for the destiny of the human race.

If we say that although the relationship between Hong Yuan and Mo Yueer is not father and daughter, it is better than father and daughter.

Then the relationship between Butterfly Sword Martial Saint and Hua Menghuang is better than mother and daughter even though they are not mother and daughter!

Seeing this, Hong Yuan didn't say much.

He just stood on one side, silently accompanying Butterfly Sword Martial Saint.

at last.

Butterfly Sword Martial Saint stopped talking, she turned around and approached Hong Yuan, wrapped her hands around Hong Yuan's neck, and exhaled like blue.

She said:

"Qing Lang, let's choose a day to get married, let's spread the branches and spread the leaves, and create a family of swordsmanship."

"I think Huang'er will be happy for us when she sees it in the gate of life and death. She has always wanted to lay the foundation of martial arts for our children..."

At the end, Martial Saint Butterfly Sword's tone was a little low.

"Yes!" Hong Yuan agreed in a deep voice.

He grabbed the slender waist of the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, causing the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint to let out a coquettish cry.

The journey of this life is very slow, but also very fast.

That being the case, there is no need to worry too much.

"There are flowers that can be broken straight, don't wait for no flowers to break branches."

Both parties have no regrets!

Otherwise, the scenery along the way is a road to eternal life that regrets the scenery, so what is the meaning of his pursuit of eternal life?

Gou Dao acts, it is to be prudent, it is to be steady at every step, and if it is not loud, it will be a blockbuster.

He, Hong Yuan, is determined not to be a coward and submissive.

"Woo..."

"Woo woo woo..."

The candlelight flickered, the sound fluctuated like an oriole singing...