Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 1208 Bright Dragon Emperor!

On Qingyang Peak.

A chubby Taoist stood in front of the Qingyang Hall, watching more than [-] young disciples aged [-] and [-] practicing Wudang Changquan in the square in front of him.

In front of these twenty or so young disciples, there was another young man about twenty-six or seven years old. The young man was dressed in a pure white Taoist robe, standing in front of everyone. The inner family is really angry, but the whole body of blood moves with the fist, and it is still scorching like an oven, making the snow on the mountain in front of the Qingyang Temple melt like early spring and March.

The fat Taoist nodded slightly. Qin Shang's Wudang Changquan has already grasped the power of martial arts, and his cultivation base has also improved by leaps and bounds in the past five years. Right now, he is only one step away from the first-class Hunyuan Realm that collects the primordial energy of heaven and earth. Among the younger generation of disciples, apart from Bu Nian and Luo Sheng, they respect him.

clang!clang!
Suddenly, the grand bell resounded throughout Wudang Mountain, the fat Taoist was stunned, and the will of the newborn soul burst out of his body, spreading in Wudang Mountain, and in the next instant, he was stunned.

Qin Shang and other Qingyang Peak disciples stopped their movements, all of them showed surprise. The Taiji bell rang, which meant that something important had happened in Wudang. Looking at the expression of Master Master Zhang Qing Ye, from the initial astonishment to now, the whole person was slightly shocked. He trembled, his eyes turned red even more, and the aura belonging to the real person of Yuanshen faintly leaked out, which made everyone feel a great pressure.

boom!
The next moment, everyone's eyes blurred, and they saw a flash of lightning, the sound of thunder, the vacuum shattered, and a pale passage was torn apart. In front of the Qingyang Hall, there was no figure of the Master Zhangfeng.

At the same time, above all the peaks of Wudang, a radiance of Dao Yuanshen lifted into the air and fell to the foot of Wudang Mountain. This scene was too amazing. Many elders, guardians, deacons, and even the disciples of the peaks showed signs of shock. What happened? , not only the Taiji bell rang, but also the real people from all peaks were alarmed. It was able to make the real person in charge walk down Tianzhu Peak to greet him. What kind of big man came to Wudang Mountain.

The foot of Wudang Mountain.

From the ringing of the Tai Chi bell to the revival of Zhufeng Yuanshen Daoist, it was only a few breaths.

At this moment, no matter how calm the Yuanshen Daoist is, his heart is swaying, and his Yuanshen's will is surging. It has been five years, a full five years, and they have been silent because of their own powerlessness. Most of the peak masters chose to sit still , Even if Yuanshen's road is not easy, they are trying their best to break through. With the sound of spring thunder, there must be Wudang Yuanshen's figure in the sky of this big man.

Seeing the familiar figure in front of him, Qingye walked forward without saying a word, raised his hand and gave it a slap.

clang!
It seemed to be a louder crashing sound than a Tai Chi clock. Su Qinian smiled, seeing the fat Taoist in front of him withdrawing his hand tremblingly, grinning at him, and humming: "It's harder than a magic weapon, but..."

Turning around suddenly, the fat Taoist turned and left, and at the same time a slightly deep voice sounded: "Welcome back."

Su Qinian was taken aback for a moment, and then he couldn't laugh or cry, the fat Taoist walked very fast, so he wouldn't let Su Qinian see his red eyes, it was so fucking embarrassing.

After half a cup of tea.

In front of the gate of Qingyang Palace, Su Qinian saw two obviously aged figures, without hesitation, he knelt down on his knees.

"Get up... get up!"

Su Wangsheng's voice trembled a little. This former arsenal editor was very knowledgeable, but at this moment he couldn't say anything except these two words.

Su Shi stood aside, her eyes were red, but she still nodded and said: "You look younger, but a little thinner..."

"Master!"

Afterwards, a young man about twenty-six or seventeen years old knelt down on the ground, with an unconcealable excitement on his face, which made the more than [-] young Qingyang Peak disciples who entered the house not far away couldn't help being moved. Sixth Senior Brother His cultivation level is superb, among the young disciples of Qingyang Peak, he is second only to the seventh senior sister Xuan Bunian, and the existence of senior brother Luo Sheng, coupled with his calm temperament, in the past few years, many of the disciples who entered the house practiced by His guidance is said to be a senior brother, but many disciples who entered the room respect him very much.

But right now, the sixth senior brother knelt down on the ground, showing admiration for a young man who looked younger than him, about the age of a weak crown.

But after thinking about it, he was relieved to see who this person was. This was the Lord of Qingyang Peak that they had never faced before, the Great Han Guangming Dragon King, the recognized Lord of the Martial Arts!
More importantly, its contribution to the entire human race. Back then, the Nine Emperors hung the flag on the coast of the North Sea to comfort the soldiers and heroes who died in battle.In the end, it was unavoidable that life would be ruined, and he was forced into the ancient road of the starry sky by the monster race. He didn't know his life or death. He didn't expect to return after five years. For their Qingyang Peak lineage, and even the entire Wudang, Dahan, and even the human race, there is no doubt. All have extraordinary meanings.

This is the only one that has been recorded throughout the ages and can come back alive after stepping on the ancient road to the starry sky.

After half an hour.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Su Qinian kowtowed, threw the ground with a sound, looked up at the bright red writing on the tombstone, the years are merciless, although for his current Shouyuan, five years is but a drop in the ocean, but for ordinary people, five years is enough to open the gap between life and death. The gateway to the underworld, and set foot on the Huangquan Road leading to the underworld.

In the five years since he left, Mrs. Chu passed away first, and after just two months, the old man Chu also went with him. The old couple were buried together. The Queen of Qingyang Palace buried all their past. with memory.

Raising his hand and putting it down again, Su Qinian sighed in his heart, even if he grasped the taboo of time, so what, wanting to reverse life and death is not a field he can set foot in, even the emperor cannot live forever, and the gods who claim to be immortal can't live forever. In the last years of ancient times, it was going to dusk.

but……

Su Qinian got up slowly, with a cold look in his eyes, since he came back, it's time to settle some things.

Chixiao calendar five thousand four hundred and forty-three winters.

This year, for the entire Xuanhuang land, is a year of changes. Many major events engraved in the annals of history were born in this year, and even such a heaven-defying figure as the second human emperor and the innate pure yang body came to the world. The fall of the six demon emperors has infinitely narrowed the gap in the world-suppressing force between the human race and the demon race.

And in the South China Sea frontier battle, ten days after the innate pure yang body disappeared, another piece of news swept the entire Xuanhuang Land and the Four Sea Monster Territory with the force of thunder.

The Great Han Guangming Dragon King, Su Qinian, the Lord of Wudang Qingyang Peak, is back!

Undoubtedly, when the news was first received by many people, even in the eyes of many monster races, it was all rumors. Perhaps it was the human race's momentum after the innate pure yang body disappeared, hoping to take advantage of the east wind and gather the general trend. Even people's hearts.

But one day later, the Ministers of Rites of the five kingdoms of Dahan, Jingtang, Buzhou, Nanzhao, and Dayuan entered Wudang together, and one day later, the royal families of the five kingdoms simultaneously published a list and announced it to the world.

"The merits of the Dragon King of Light will last for thousands of years, and the royal families of the five countries will respect him as the Dragon King of Light. They will not bow down to the Son of Heaven!"

Bright Dragon Emperor!

The list is not long, only a short sentence, but the words Guangming Dragon Emperor are like a branding iron, imprinted into the depths of everyone's hearts inside and outside the temple.

Not only for the five kingdoms, but even for the demon kingdoms of the four seas, the word "emperor" is also taboo. Who dares to be called emperor easily?Not only a peerless force, but also a symbol of identity, status, and even blood.

"Bright... Dragon Emperor!"

As soon as the announcement came out, the world was in an uproar. Since the nine demon saints were exiled, for more than five thousand years, apart from the emperors of the Five Kingdoms, there has not been a bloodline other than the royal family who dared to call themselves emperor, let alone the five kingdoms. My lord, what exactly does this portend? Unimaginable undercurrents have begun to emerge, whether in the temples or in the rivers and lakes.

"Bright Dragon Emperor! This one is back now. Following the innate body of pure yang, our clan has added a powerful person who can suppress the world."

"Slay all over the world! Drive out evil spirits!"

"Avenge the shame of the sages, and bring peace to future generations!"

……

Many famous people, even famous figures in the rivers and lakes, spoke. They saw hope. For more than five thousand years, even if the nine demon saints were expelled, the demon clan was still a giant compared to the human race. , can be called a prosperous age unseen in five thousand years, the gap between the human race and the monster race has been infinitely weakened, in the past they could only be stationed at the borders of the four seas, but now, they have the hope of traveling all over the world!

On the same day when the Five Kingdoms published their rankings, all the monsters of the four seas revived their imperial auras, quasi-sages oppressed the frontiers of the four seas with majesty, and the destiny of a human race came to the frontiers of the four seas, and the war was about to break out.

"Within three days, Ben will be waiting for you at Yaoshen Mountain!"

There was a loud voice, which sounded from the borders of the four seas at the same time, and the eyes of all the human races were stunned. There is no doubt that the person who spoke was the old man from the Yaozu who came from beyond the sky. the strong.

And as the old man of the demon tribe spoke, the auras of the demon emperors that oppressed the four seas and the frontiers disappeared, but the fates, and even many people inside and outside the temple showed serious expressions. The three-day period is very delicate, because the distance has disappeared There are only three days left in the twenty-six days of the innate pure yang body.

Wudang Mountain.

In the Qingyang Palace, Qing Ye snorted coldly, and said: "In three days, this is an attempt to kill others, but it is a good time to choose!"

After finishing speaking, the fat Taoist looked worried, and looked at the corner of Qingyang Hall. Su Qinian looked calm, as if he didn't care, but stared at a wine jar full of mud in his hand, and slapped away the almost rotten mud , A rich and long-lasting fragrance overflowed, filling the entire hall.

Gudong!Gudong!
After drinking the wine in the jar in one breath, Su Qinian let out a sigh of satisfaction and put down the wine jar.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Qing Ye couldn't help twitching the corner of his mouth slightly, muttering: "Drink less, I'm running out of stock."

He doubted whether it was true that Su Qinian said that there was no wine in the starry sky. In the past two days, nearly half of the stock in his wine cellar had gone into this guy's stomach.

Su Qinian glanced at him, smiled lightly and said, "Yaoshen Mountain, I really want to see it."

"You can't tell the truth, can you?"

Qing Ye couldn't help swallowing, it was because of his preliminary proof of Dao Primordial Spirit in recent years that he understood more, the high destiny, let alone the old man of the Yaozu who was feared by all the destiny, for this visitor from outside, in the past few years, he had once Couldn't resist climbing up to the Golden Summit and asking the Three Mad Patriarchs for advice. The Three Mad Patriarchs didn't hide anything, and told him who, perhaps in the past five thousand years, was the closest to the Nine Saints of the Monster Race.

The Nine Saints of the Monster Race!

There is no doubt that this is the creator of the dark years back then. Great Xia subjugated the country, Longque City was overthrown, and even the Emperor of Great Xia died in battle on the border of the North Sea. As far as the five kingdoms of the human race are concerned, it is no less than a sharp sword hanging above the head. Thinking that maybe a few years later, the nine saints of the monster race will return to this land through the turbulent flow of time and space. As a person of primordial spirit, Qing Ye could feel a suffocating pressure.

"Not urgent."

Su Qinian shook his head slightly again, his tone was calm, Qingye stared at him for a long time, suddenly felt that he couldn't understand this junior.

scoff!

Suddenly, without any sign, the void split open, a ray of bright sword light seemed to be able to illuminate nothingness and chaos, and seemed to be able to illuminate the world of mortals. The terrifying sword intent did not burst out until the moment the void was broken, Qing Ye Shocked, he actually evaded his will and sneaked into the Qingyang Palace.

too fast!
Qingye didn't have time to speak, the sword light had reached an inch between Su Qinian's eyebrows.

hum!
It was like ripples on the surface of the lake, and the sword light still had a square inch of space, but it was difficult to advance any more, as if caught in an invisible vortex, a faint, pure and positive atmosphere permeated the hall.

(End of this chapter)