Martial Dao of Longevity: I have a black water snake clone

Chapter 202 The dispute between the dynasty and the locality, the mysterious bird of destiny came to help

Donghuang Shenzhou, Zhongzhou, Daxuan Palace.

In the royal palace, there are many pavilions, terraces, pavilions and palace courtyards.

The corner of the house is raised, and there are different stone carvings of auspicious animals on it.

Every building is ingenious and painstakingly laid out.And they are linked together to form a harmonious whole.

The overall layout is gilded with copper tiles, magnificent.

In a palace with intertwined corridors, mixed halls, and unpredictable spaces, there was a huge disagreement.

Arguing over whether Bo Qing, the Martial Saint of Demonic Dao, should be accepted.

Princess Feng Tang Xi's expression is decisive: "Now the rule of the royal family is facing collapse, the government orders do not go out of Zhongzhou, the sects of various places occupy the land as the king, and the people of the dynasty are miserable and displaced.

If we want to help the royal family and save the common people, then we must strengthen our own strength.

However, we can't confront the major overlord sects head-on, so it's a countermeasure to support the Demonic Martial Saints and use them to counter the major sects. "

Tang Xi wore a white palace dress, elegant and luxurious.In terms of appearance, she has icy muscles and fine bones, a stunning face, and she is all over the country.In terms of temperament, she is as holy as snow, like an orchid in an empty valley, indifferent and refined, and she is like the bell of heaven and earth.

Prince Tang Anshi looked hesitant and said worriedly:
"The Fengxi Sect and the Qinglu Taoist Temple are both dominant sects. The two sects are closely related. There are even rumors that the Great Sage of Fengxi lives in the Tongtian River. With the strength of my royal family, there is no need to wade through this muddy water."

"What's more, it doesn't matter if you wantonly recruit demonic warriors, but now if you recruit demonic warriors, the arrogance of the demonic realm will be unstoppable!"

When the other princes and princesses heard the words, they all echoed.

After experiencing the arrival of the sage soldiers from various sects and groups to Zhongzhou, they never wanted to experience such a crisis again.

"What the emperor said is very true. That Bo Qing is only a thief, so he is not a conspiracy."

"To the extreme, to the extreme, what the Devil Dao thieves are best at is to renege on their promises and repay their favors."

"That group of demon warriors is so difficult to control, and another demon warrior will have unimaginable consequences."

"..."

Opposition came like a flood, but solidarity was scant.

Princess Feng Tang Xi's expression remained unchanged, she cupped her hands to Emperor Daxuan sitting on the dragon chair:

"Because of this, we have to protect Bo Qing even more."

"Emperor Wu of Longyang said, 'If you seek peace through struggle, you will live peacefully; if you seek peace through compromise, you will perish peacefully.'"

"Peace is the end, but struggle is the means of peace; peace is relative, but struggle is absolute;"

"Only through struggle can there be real peace. Peace is not obtained by seeking, but by fighting. At any time, no matter whether it is an enemy or a friend, only the strong can be respected."

After speaking, the audience was silent, everyone's eyes were fixed on Tang Xi, and they couldn't say much for a long time.

Emperor Wu of Longyang is the first emperor of the human race, and his prestige is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Today's Five University Palaces were founded by Emperor Wu of Longyang and inherited his orthodoxy.

Sitting on the dragon chair, Emperor Daxuan looked at his own Fenghuang'er with relief from the corner of his eyes, filled his heart with joy, and thought to himself: "Ruolan, my daughter has grown up."

Emperor Daxuan glanced around, and everyone's eyes immediately dropped.

Only Phoenix Princess Tang Xi still held her head up firmly and insisted on her decision.

Emperor Daxuan's expression was indifferent: "A Boqing can't make any waves. Fengxi Sect and Qinglu Taoist Temple are the overlord sects, but the Daxuan of the Eastern Desolate God Continent is my Daxuan! Xi'er, I entrust this matter to you Go with a few clan elders."

"Yes!" Princess Feng Tang Xi hurriedly saluted and accepted the appointment.

The other princes and princesses all looked at her jealously, feeling resentful.

Tang Xi was born extraordinary.

Daxuan established his dynasty with the mysterious bird of destiny, and when Tang Xi was born, the purple clouds in Zhongzhou were mighty for three thousand miles, and there was even a mysterious bird of destiny who came to cast it with a Shenqin.

When she was ten years old, Emperor Daxuan asked the princes and daughters what is the tallest in the world.

Some answered with the nine heavens, some with the ordinary abyss, and some with the endless sea.

Only Tang Xi proposed that "the sky is not high, but the human heart is the highest."

Since then, she has been honored as "Princess Phoenix."

Later, she made her own achievements in water control, agriculture and other matters, and her prestige gradually increased.

Fighting against the crown prince Tang Anshi in vain became another purple gold pillar of the Daxuan Dynasty.

...

...

Two days and two nights later.

Hong Yuan, who was in the blue sky, was forced to a certain golden ocean by these martial saints, and sank to the bottom of the sea in a bit of embarrassment.

"Bo Qing, obediently hand over the holy weapon long sword, I'll give you a treat!"

"Little brat, don't even think about fleeing to the Zhongzhou Donghuang Academy. Today, we are going to join hands with Zhengdao to arrest you. We want to completely shatter your supernatural powers. This time, you will be decapitated."

"Bo Qing, you are a heinous devil. In order to become a saint and an immortal, you wantonly slaughtered a Nanyang government and harmed the people. Your crime is unforgivable, and you should be cut into pieces."

"..."

Hong Yuan was dressed in a scorched black and tattered green robe, his hair was messy, and the bones of his thighs and arms were faintly visible.

The waves slapped the green robe, which was as heavy as a mountain.

The fierce sword energy kept trying to repair the incomplete Tianhe sword body, but the hostile spear intent, thunder light, and starlight stuck to it, widening the wound.

After just resting for a while, Tianhe's sword body was damaged by half again.

It was a dead end, and there was no escape for him.

"Princess, that Bo Qing is in desperate situation, why don't you make a move?" General He Tui asked.

"Wait a little longer, that Bo Qing hasn't given up struggling yet." Princess Feng Tang Xi narrowed her eyes and examined Hong Yuan.

Since being appointed by Emperor Daxuan, Tang Xi has unsealed an old, eighth-rank ancestor in the Shenyuan of the clan.

Under the magical power of the eighth-level ancestors, they traveled thousands of miles and came to the blue sky, catching up with the battle of "the saints catching Jiao".

This eighth-level power is none other than the silent gray-clothed old man Tang Tianyi.

"No, actually I still have a chance to survive." Hong Yuan thought calmly in his heart, "But how can a mere saint-level incarnation compare to the Dao of Longevity? Left and right are just the art of protecting the Tao."

In Hong Yuan's field of vision, the forces in the arena are mainly divided into three parties.

On one side are other martial saints, on the other side are Qinglu Taoist martial saints, and Fengxi sect martial saints.

Hong Yuan has another identity, that is, he is a disciple of Fengxi Sect.

As long as he speaks out about his background, according to the rules of righteous way, Fengxi Sect will naturally take the initiative to judge him.

No matter what the final outcome is, he will definitely be able to survive this deadly situation in front of him.

But Hong Yuan would never expose his roots.

The kendo incarnation is just an incarnation that can be mass-produced, and it is a tool he specially created to deal with the incident between senior brother Mo Jiuyou and sister-in-law Chen He.

Brother Mo Jiuyou has shown him a great favor!

It was thanks to Brother Mo Jiuyou's huge sum of 500 million yuan that Hong Yuan had just stepped from the stage of primitive accumulation of assets to the stage of money making money and assets increasing rapidly.

If it weren't for the huge sum of prime stones from senior brother Mo Jiuyou, he would have missed many epiphanies of "Heaven and Earth Asking the Master" because of the lack of prime stones.

Nor can he improve his body cultivation, form the incarnation of strength, form the incarnation of swordsmanship, condense killer moves and various magical powers...

People should not think that the first and the second are not important just because they are full after eating the fifth steamed bun.

"Slaying is not my specialty after all, but luckily I can practice longevity martial arts." Hong Yuan suddenly had a feeling in his heart.

Hong Yuan looked at the holy artifact Tianhe Sword in his hand, feeling a little sorry.

The only holy artifact.

How many martial saints have been running around for a holy weapon all their lives, but in the end they still couldn't get it.

It would be a pity if the incarnation of Tianhe Sword and the Way of the Sword died out.

"Buzz~"

The Tianhe sword buzzed and sounded, facing death, it was as calm as Hongyuan, without any fear.

Hong Yuan's gaze was silent, like an abyss of still water, quiet but bottomless.

The Saints of the Righteous Path who killed him were either roaring, sneering, or vigilant.

They all surrounded Hong Yuan tightly, but they were afraid of Hong Yuan's dying counterattack.

The chilling atmosphere lasted for more than an hour, the sun gradually rose, the dawn broke through nine days, the golden ocean was illuminated by light, and it was bright and dazzling for a moment.

"Really, the morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow, success or failure turns to nothing." Hong Yuan chuckled lightly, his eyes were determined, "But I want the green hills to still be there, and the sunset red a few times!"

Facing the result of failure, Hong Yuan was well prepared.

Because the way of revenge he adopts is completely demonic way, he does not practice good deeds, only relying on profit, but he is also extremely talented.

It can only be said that the development of things often does not take the direction of human will.

Fortunately, he managed to kill those nine people.

"It's over..." Hong Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and the Tianhe Sword was also shining brightly.

"Hand over the holy artifact long sword!"

"No, this guy is going to detonate the blessed land."

"Everyone, come on, don't give him a counterattack."

The group of saints came oppressively, and at this moment, the sound of "rumbling" came, and the solid blue sky trembled.

An ancient chariot is full of dilapidation, cast from silver, engraved with dense patterns of the mysterious bird of destiny, being pulled by nine powerful unicorns, the wind and thunder symphony, and the sky trembles.

"Bo Qing, wait a minute." Tang Xi shouted.

Hong Yuan looked at Tang Xi, who looked like a goddess from a distance, and slowed down the crumbling blessed land.

The mysterious bird of destiny is a characteristic of the royal family of the Daxuan Dynasty.

Incarnate in the way of the sword, it seems that there is a way out! ?

"I didn't say you can go!" Wu Sheng Ansheng waved the golden Yin-Yang fish path diagram, and the gray and black light fell down.

"Hmph." On the silver chariot, the old man in gray snorted softly, and the black light disappeared immediately.

The aura that belonged exclusively to the eighth-rank martial saint gradually emerged, like the coming of the great sun, like the recovery of chaos, extremely terrifying, strands of air squeezed the space, the space was overwhelmed, and cracks opened.

The martial saints in the arena frowned, looking at the gray-clothed old man in puzzlement.

A martial sage familiar with ancient books hesitated even more, "Tang Tianyi!?"

The other Martial Saints were shocked when they heard the words, with expressions of disbelief.

"How could it be Tang Tianyi? Tang Tianyi is the ninth Daxuan Emperor."

"Didn't it mean that Tang Tianyi's vain attempt to establish the Supreme Fortune Dynasty was forced to backfire and died halfway?"

"Shenyuan, it is definitely sealed with Shenyuan. Don't be afraid, everyone, he won't live long."

Tang Tian turned his eyes around, staring at the Dian Ting Wu Sheng who was dancing more actively.

A scarlet aura emerged, and the Lightning Martial Saint set himself on fire in the air, even if he activated all kinds of supernatural powers, it was useless.

"My Daxuan royal family is going to take Bo Qing away today, let me see who dares to stop me." Tang Tian said in a low voice, the aura of being the only one in the sky and the earth rushing towards him.

It is also true that when Tang Tianyi was still in charge of the Daxuan Dynasty, all the major overlord sects succumbed to the thriving dynasty center.

The imperial spirit needs to be cultivated by the environment.

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