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

The sky was clear, cloudless, and the sun was shining brightly 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 and rolled up strands of dandelion velvet on the grass, making 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, Ye Zhuyin, who had become a saint of Yin Dao, was unable to go to the front line of the two clans even if he wanted to go to war.

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 Xuanguang Bridge's enlightenment has already spread throughout the world.

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

And it just so happens that Shang Yaoqin is the destiny of the human race, so she will inevitably collide fiercely with Xuanguang Bridge.Ye Zhuyin seemed to have seen the scene where Shang Yaoqin was shattered to pieces!
"Hey, how did this 'World Devourer' Xuan Guangqiao evade [Mutual Exclusion 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 he looked to the southeast in confusion.

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

It's good for a baby to cry, but she was just too good at it.

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, be good, nanny, let's not cry, don't cry anymore~"

"Ah, ah ah ah..."

"Shh, if you cry again, be careful Xuanguang Bridge is coming to eat you."

next moment.

Something magic 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.

Stop crying, kid!

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 encouraged himself secretly, then took a deep breath, patted his fair face, and cheered up.

It's just that no matter how hard she cheers up, it's hard 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 Yao Qin or A Yuan see me like this, I'm afraid they will worry about me in turn, right?"

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 wanted to fight against the demon clan, she should handle all the logistics for them!
……

The rivers are vast and there are 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.

This 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, a series of divine rainbows passed by, setting off boundless waves, and then 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!
However, they are all in heavy moods now, and all of them have tense faces.

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

The Fengxi Sect was leaderless, and Hong Yuan, who happened to be recognized by Fu Yanjiang as the next generation of Fengxi Great Sage, and who had inherited the Fengxi Divine Sword, was too weak, and was only in the realm of a sixth-level disaster.

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, if pressed, he can summon super power!

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

On the far left, three saints from Tianji Pavilion gathered together, looking covetously at Hong Yuan's figure from time to time.

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

This palace has very few disciples, so it can be said that they are the elite among the elite.

……

"boom!"

The sound of breaking the air shook.

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

Originally, saints were not mortals. After all, there was nothing in the world worth cherishing.

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 souls into werewolf souls. Those who control a pack of snakes need to shape their souls into snake souls."

"..."

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

"Yue'er has grown up."

At some point, Feng Xi Hongyuan stood at the back of the lecture hall, looking at Mo Yue'er dotingly.

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!"

Noon has arrived and the bells are ringing.

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 stronger foundation for their practice.

But listening to Master Mo's lectures was really a frightening test that people didn't dare to 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, quietly releasing a trace of his own Qi.

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 was 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 Yue'er's heart and stroked Mo Yue'er's black hair very gently.

……

After a while.

After coaxing Mo Yue'er, Hong Yuan took her and the fire-feathered beast back to Rainbow Fire Peak.

The alchemy room of Rainbow Fire Peak.

Lin Yiru was using the elixir technique, manipulating all kinds of strange fires, to refine an elixir named "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, does she still have the grace and dignity 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 Shen Qin needs~" Hong Yuan looked at Lin Yiru silently in secret, with loving eyes.

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

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

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

But in fact ...

Feng Shen Qin has been trained by Hong Yuan for a long time and is no longer limited to needing Fire Phoenix Pill.

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

But this was Lin Yiru's good intention, and to some extent it would make her foundation in the fire path more solid, so Hong Yuan would be left to her. After all, it would 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 1 years.

Hong Yuan can afford it!
...

...

Three days later.

Southern Xinjiang Shenzhou.

Ji Clan, Colorful Butterfly Garden.

In a bright hall, Butterfly Sword Martial Saint and Hongyuan Sword Body 'Bo Qing' gathered here, looking at the incense altar above.

【My disciple Huamenghuang...】

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

This peace talisman was returned to Butterfly Sword Martial Saint and 'Bo Qing' by Shang Yaoqin after the struggle 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 for him was just a tool apprentice who helped him obtain the [Dream 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 Monster Race actually created a miracle, and became enlightened within only 30 to [-] years after being sanctified, known as the World Devourer Demon Lord!"

"It would be great if you became Dameng Destiny. If it were you, you would definitely be able to kill Xuanguang Bridge. I think Shang Yaoqin is very hung up."

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

"..."

After the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint put in three sticks of incense, he described the current situation to Hua Menghuang's incense altar 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 not mother and daughter, but it is better than 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:

"Qinglang, let's choose a day to get married, spread our wings, and create a kendo family."

"I think Huang'er will be happy for us when she sees her in the Gate of Life and Death. She has always wanted to lay the foundation of martial arts for our children..."

At the end of the sentence, Butterfly Sword Martial Saint'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 folded straight and must be folded, don't wait until there are no flowers to break the 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.

"Woooo..."

"Woooooooo..."

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