Qingyang City is densely packed like a military bunker. The Qingyang Temple shows an indescribable spirit and magnificent magnificence everywhere. However, after Chen Yuyang, this building comes from Chen Yuyang, so there are naturally some Western essences in it. This is a product after the combination of things.

It can be said that the middle body is the sect and the western body is the function, which is a unique architectural system on the prehistoric land. In the magnificent palace, Chen Yuyang and Zhuge Qingqing both sat on the main seat, while Xiaoyue Tianlang, the Nine-tailed Demon Fox King, and Xiaotian sat in the seat in turn. The palace is extremely large, and it is simply an illusion that you can't see the edge at a glance.

With authentic fragrant tea, Chen Yuyang watched as he sat down and crawled constantly, a smile flashed in his eyes, the corner of his mouth gently raised, and immediately asked with a majestic voice: "I am willing to be my mount. This is the last chance, otherwise I will cook you!"

Faced with the threat of life, the black turtle did not even have a chance to choose. The thousand-year-old turtle, the longer the life span, the more afraid of death, the more it is. This is the truth of the vast land for many years. After a moment of silence, the black turtle nodded helplessly and said in a muffled voice: "I do!"

In the face of such power, what if you are willing, what if you are unwilling? Only by choosing can you avoid death, but this may be the most correct choice for this old turtle in this life. Therefore, in the years to come, even Shennong, who has become the throne of the Holy Emperor, will still have a strong incense for Chen Yuyang.

"Since you are willing to become my mount, I will naturally guarantee that you will be too clear for life. It can even make you achieve the holy position!"

This is not a bragging statement. The holy position and the saint are two different concepts. The holy position is a state of realm. With the realm and influence of the saint, it is impossible to have the magic power of a saint. This is the biggest gap. In fact, there are different levels among saints. Even if they are all Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortals, their cultivation is still the same.

The one with the lowest cultivation level of the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian Taoist Fruits in the prehistoric world is Shennong, which is this black turtle. Among the Three Emperors, Fuxi is the great saint of the demon clan, and himself is the quasi-saint of the demon clan. Emperor Tai Xuanyuan, who is also a person who is determined by force, is naturally a person who kills and decisively, and has a high cultivation level. Only this Shennong is the founder of the farming and mulberry clan, so his cultivation level is also the lowest.

However, even if the cultivation level is low, it is still in the realm of a saint. The saints are not dead, and the three saint emperors have great merits, so the cause and effect of heavenly deeds are naturally not small, so no one will have the courage to argue with them. Even the saints in power have great courtesy to the saint emperor, so in the end, the status of these three saint emperors is almost a peerless figure who is outside the four major sects of the prehistoric world.

Xuan Turtle didn't believe Chen Yuyang's words. At this moment, he was just under the pressure of Chen Yuyang's power. However, his little thoughts could have deceived Chen Yuyang. As soon as there was a trace of disdain in his eyes, Chen Yuyang narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Old Turtle, do you think I am talking big?"

The black turtle immediately sweated coldly and said, "I dare not!"

"Hmph!" Chen Yuyang snorted coldly, "I really don't have many people who care about this vast land except for the ancestor Hongjun."

Xiaoyue Tianlang on the side also spoke, saying, "Old turtle, I am all quasi-saint cultivation. Do you have to think clearly about what kind of cultivation your Majesty is? Let you be a mount, it is simply cheap for you! You guys dare to doubt, be careful that I will make you soup and comfort the soldiers of the three armies!"

Not no one knows the word quasi-saint at this moment. Xuanwu Turtle has also heard of it, but the specific realm is not clear. After all, except for Hongjun Daozu, no one has experienced such a realm, and it is impossible to tell what realm and power it is. The old turtle is not able to go to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon. He does not have the qualifications yet, so it is even more foggy.

However, no matter how the realm is, it is not as reliable as strength. The power that can be seen is always more useful than the legendary ones. Chen Yuyang snorted coldly, looking at the foggy turtle, his fingers lightly, and a golden light flashed. Immediately, the body of the black turtle began to change. After a huge turtle roar, a human figure in a blue long gown stood in the Qingyang Temple.

The Xuanwu Turtle, a person who had no chance to transform into shape on the prehistoric land, finally transformed into shape. Although his dark face was not very handsome, he had an indescribable feeling of health. He looked at his body in confusion, and the joy and excitement in his eyes were beyond words.

He immediately leaned over, fell to the ground, and said excitedly: "Thank you, Master, thank you for helping me transform! Old turtle, old turtle, I can finally transform!" The Xuanwu Turtle kept howling, as if the wish of millions of years had finally been fulfilled, and he was unexplained in his heart. He truly recognized Chen Yuyang at this moment.

Strength can always tell everything, but Chen Yuyang was very upset when he shouted like this, and said, "Okay, okay, you must be excited even if you transform. You really haven't made any progress. Follow me in the future, you will have your benefits. Transformation is just the first step!"

"Thank you, my master, thank you for your gift!" Xuanwu Turtle quickly knelt down and kowtowed again.

Chen Yuyang looked at him and couldn't help but think: Is it a good thing to take this guy up? He smiled bitterly, shook his head, and lighted his fingers again. A milky white light seemed to be a laser, which came into Xuan Turtle's mind. Xuan Turtle was shocked and a comfortable moan.

Chen Yuyang's voice sounded faintly again: "This is the supreme method of my demon clan. Practice well and don't embarrass me. I am a saint, please bring you a mount that doesn't even have the realm of the Golden Immortal. Don't make a laugh? Without the cultivation of the Golden Immortal, don't think about going out with me!"

"No!" The black turtle immediately said obediently.

Chen Yuyang waved his hand and said sternly: "Old Turtle, there is a sea pool in the backyard of Qingyang City, where you can cultivate there. If you want to go back to Beihai, I agree. But you are my mount and you will be on call from today, otherwise I will be careful that I will remove your tortoise shell!"

Xuangui nodded quickly and said, "Thank you, Master, thank you, I'll stay in Qingyang City. If you have any questions, please give me any instructions."

"Yeah, go!" Chen Yuyang waved his hand.
Chapter completed!