Kill the Great Wall of Martial Arts from me

"This... this... the hero doesn't mention the bravery of the past, it's not that I was punished and turned into such a ghost, otherwise, you can cure this turtle."

Having been exposed by the emperor's teacher, Xiaogui looked embarrassed.

A tortoise who doesn't want to be a real tortoise is not a good tortoise. What's wrong with him?

But it just didn't swallow it, it was backlashed, and it was almost wiped out.

It's not a big problem if you still live like this now.

"It's been dead for so many years, and it doesn't stop."

The little turtle spoke resentfully.

Back then, his cultivation was unrivaled in the world, and he came out of a broken world.

After some travelling, I came across the remains of a true dragon, the creator of this world.

After swallowing the body of the true spirit of creation, it is equivalent to obtaining its mantle of creation, and has the opportunity to peek at the true spirit of creation.

Now that we've met it, there's nothing else to say.

He fought with several competitors on the spot, and the sky and the earth were dark outside the world, and the sun and the moon were dark.

In the end, he, Uncle Turtle, beat the other two contenders to death in chaos, and monopolized the real dragon's slough.

Unexpectedly, this real dragon's slough is poisonous, even if his strength has reached the peak of the emperor's realm, and he has even initially touched the creation realm, he still suffers a strong backlash.

In the end, the opportunity was lost, and someone beat him with a sap.

As for the people who beat the sap, the old man is one of them.

The other one, known as the Heavenly Emperor of the Human Race, has gone somewhere to play, and has not seen anyone in six epochs.

It was these two guys who almost killed him while he was ill, and were forced to sign a contract of selling themselves, so there is no morality.

"Old man, you really don't care?"

Little Turtle propped up his rear feet, with a mischievous smile in his eyes.

"Whatever, don't break or stand."

The emperor shook his head lightly, and said: "Emperors of all ages have fought bloody battles and created a large area for the human race to live, but people have forgotten the crisis.

Our ethnic group is full of struggles in our bones. When there are foreign enemies, we will stand up and fight without fear of death.

When external oppression disappears or weakens, internal fighting will emerge.

Over the years, this has been proven.

The old man needs to wait for a new leader to appear, breaking the old rules and systems of the human race for a long time. "

The emperor slowly dropped the chess pieces, frowning tightly, as if thinking and worrying.

The human race has lived in the Real Dragon Great Thousand World for a long time.

A long time has passed, and now the human race in the Great Thousand World has born the mark of the real dragon.

Of course, the mark of the real dragon is not a problem.

This is the imprint of the true spirit of creation. Outside of the Great Desolation World, there are also worlds created by human creations, and the human races existing in this world have corresponding imprints.

For creatures from all walks of life, this is just a proof of identity.

For a long time, the colorful fetishes that were closely related to the life of the human race in the ancient times have also been constantly changing in the process of development.

The specific objects of the year have changed towards the will.

The fate of the human race is formed by the invincible fighting spirit and unyielding will of the human race. …

Originally, according to normal development, the will of the human race should have been realized long ago.

However, the failure of the internal struggle of the human race interrupted this transformation process.

So much so that now on the land of the human race, the five-colored divine soil on each continent, precipitated and withered, withered.

On the other hand, the human race was influenced by various ideas and entered the era of melee.

Back then, the plan to suppress the monster clan and build the Martial Dao Great Wall was considered a failure in today's view.

It's right to enclose yourself for protection, but the mistake is that the human race has already slacked off before completely defeating the crisis, and then started fighting among themselves first.

Today, the human race needs a new leader to bring the human race that has gone astray back to the right path.

Completely transform the five-colored divine soil that has not yet been transformed into the will of the group.

"Hey... Old man, let me tell you a little bit, where did the Heavenly Emperor go?"

The little turtle leaned over, and said meanly: "You tell the turtle quietly, and the turtle promises not to tell anyone, did he go to refine the real dragon's slough?"

"Ah."

The emperor snorted, and then stopped talking to Xiaogui.

Now the little turtle shook his head, and murmured: "You lied to the turtle, where did the Heavenly Emperor go?"

Even though it's been a long time, Xiaogui couldn't help but shudder when he thought of the scene back then.

Damn it, that guy is so much worse than him, he almost smashed it and turned it into a eunuch turtle.

How could such a guy die.

There must be some kind of conspiracy.

What kind of conspiracy will take more than six epochs, and it has not been completed yet.

One squatted in the small yard every day, playing chess with his left and right hands.

One ran out and didn't know where he went.

"Old man, are you really not worried at all?"

Little Turtle didn't believe it, and leaned forward again.

"You are a majestic emperor of the human race. Now that the edict cannot even be passed on to this small courtyard, don't you feel aggrieved?"

"If you want to go out, you can go out and play for tens of thousands of years by yourself."

The emperor glanced at Xiaogui, this guy looks so cute now, but he is actually a vicious beast.

Back then, if he hadn't taken advantage of his injury to launch a sneak attack, this guy might be the emperor of the whole wild world now.

"If you want to go out, go out. The real dragon's relics left nine objects in the past, and now the dragon scales that fell on Yongzhou appear. You can grab them and inlay them on your turtle shell, and they will shine."

"Turtles don't go, that thing is likely to be fraudulent."

The little turtle fell into the water tank again, spitting out a series of bubbles from the corner of its mouth.

Back then, he refined the remains of the real dragon, was attacked by a sneak attack and was caught here.

The enmity of blocking the way is a life-and-death enmity for anyone, let alone the way to promote the true spirit of creation.

But why did he stay honest and became friends with the two human races who robbed him.

It wasn't that he was afraid of being beaten, but that there was a big problem in it.

The real dragon slough is a big problem.

If it was really refined back then, he might still be him, maybe he would become a dragon.

How can a good turtle clan become a dragon?

"Old man, aren't you afraid that all the human races on that continent will turn into dragons with long tails?" …

"Then the emperor will go to kill the dragon."

"Hey... look at the secret, you are playing chess here, but you are still outside."

"Let me figure it out. Since you're waiting for a new leader to appear, why not add more flames and speed up the process."

"I've been waiting for six epochs. You can't wait for another six epochs. Will you still be alive? You can't give the green-shelled turtle to the white-haired man."

"If you want to tell the turtle, if you can't break it, you can't stand it."

"At this time, the chaos is messed up, it's better to make them more chaotic."

"In this way, the leader can be quickly selected and replaced by the guy who has been absent from work for six epochs."

"Six epochs of absenteeism are rare in the whole world."

"Hey... Would you like Bengui to go to Yongzhou quietly and do a reconnaissance for you."

The emperor did not respond.

Xiaogui's eyes lit up, and he said: "Okay, it's such a happy decision, I'll help you take a look, and make sure no one notices."

A ray of green light merged into the void, and the little turtle in the water box stared at its four legs, and fell asleep while spitting bubbles.

The emperor's expression was dull, and he looked at the chessboard again.

It has been a long time since the imperial edict was not released from the Heavenly Emperor Palace.

The Heavenly Emperor is not there, and the human race is full of grass-headed kings, and careerists have also emerged.

The emperor's teacher said it nicely, so there is only one title left.

For so many years, I let it go, just want to see if a new leader can appear.

This can also reduce the pressure on the emperor.

Otherwise, this world will be shattered and everything will become empty.

Internal and external troubles, a mess.

……

Yongzhou.

Li Shenzhi, who has a lot of spiritual things, is also healing.

Now, he, Mr. Li, also has the blood of the fifth and ninth rank emperors.

It's a pity that there is no emperor's blood, but now they dare not blatantly refine it.

Firstly, someone was staring at him, and secondly, his body did not allow it.

The injury suffered this time was too serious, and after ten years of healing, the injury in his body has only recovered [-]%.

He wasn't in a hurry to recover from his injuries.

At this moment, it can be said that he is the safest time.

In the void, one after another, the emperor's powerhouses stood one after the other.

Right now, there are not only several emperors such as Bronze.

In the outer starry sky of Yongzhou Continent, there are a few more figures.

Among them is a huge and incomparably huge dragon boat, the lights on it are winding like a dragon, the whole body is golden in color, exuding the incomparable dragon power of vicissitudes.

Look at the bow of his boat, there is a real dragon skull embedded, and the two dragon horns point directly to the sky.

After the dragon boat appeared, it occupied one side, looking down at the sky covetously.

A powerhouse in the imperial realm who has been silent for many years, and even his reputation has been submerged in the years, now rushed to the Yongzhou Continent like a shark that smelled fishy.

This made Li Shenzhi's pressure skyrocket.

However, there is no other way right now, and he is still in the process of healing.

This posture is obvious, these old things still need to use him.

Li Shenzhi never thought that he would have such a hot moment.

Next, heal the injury first, and then promote to King Dzogchen.

After he put away the spirit objects given by the three emperors before, he handed them over to Tianyun and Qingyue.

With abundant resources, directly hit the realm.

Be sure to advance to King Dzogchen as quickly as possible.

With so many powerhouses in the imperial realm coming, it's okay for the old guy who likes to keep a low profile, so he restrained himself.

Some high-profile ones directly make themselves bright.

Even from a long distance, looking from the Yongzhou Continent, it still looks like a big sun hanging on the sky.

These days, the human race on the land of Yongzhou can be said to be in a state of mind.

Looking at the starry sky outside Yongzhou, the number of great suns gradually increased.

At the beginning, people were panicked, but later on, they let nature take its course.

There is no way, there is nothing you can do about this situation, you can only resign yourself to fate.

On this day, thunder sounded in the silent starry sky.

The purple lightning and silver light tore through the sky, and a ray of electric light condensed into a thunder spear in the sky, killing towards the bronze emperor.