The second person in the near future...

The bright yellow light reflected, and Lu Chen was stunned and a little lost.

What does it mean to be close to the emperor list? How can he not know?

In front of the Nine Heavens Killing Child who was close to the Emperor 17, he still wanted to be low and small, but he was close to the Emperor's second, but that was no longer possible for him to imagine.

"After just hundreds of years of practice, he has reached this level. His talent and fortune are so high that he is afraid he will be better than the Taoist of the Tianzong in the past..."

The ancient tree swayed, as if it was a little regretful, and as if it had a different meaning:

"It's a pity that those who have responded to the disaster have not been able to end up in good terms since ancient times. You don't need to compare with it..."

“No need to compare with that?”

Under the ancient tree, Lu Chen fell again and sat down. He pinched the seal in his hand and calmed down:

"It's one thing to be able to compare or not, but it's another thing to have this intention..."

The wind blows the leaves and makes a rustling sound.

Lu Chen closed his eyes and breathed in, feeling the complex emotions surging in his heart.

Whenever he is confused, he will always analyze the reasons and find the root cause that touches his heart.

At this moment, he clearly captured the root of his confusion.

He witnessed Yang Yu from the side of the refugees, unify the mountains and seas, push the four fields, defeat himself, become a human immortal, and take away the long river of martial arts...

And now.

He couldn't remember how many times he had retreated.

He has always been a clear person, knowing how to advance and retreat, just like when he kowtowed to Emperor Qin, imitated his descendants, and forced Zhang Xuanba...

When he advances, even if the Nine Heavens kills the child in front of him, he dares to make a bold move. But when he retreats, even if he is unwilling to accept it, he will still retreat.

But this does not mean that he is free from worries.

On the contrary, every time he gives in, he will feel a little more suppressed in his heart. The root cause is still the warning he holds.

‘Can't help it…’

After sitting in meditation and breathing for a long time, Lu Chen still felt bored. He knew that there was the influence of killing children in the Nine Heavens, and more importantly, it was his jealousy.

Both of them are born in the mountains and seas, but my three thousand years of cultivation have not been as good as my people for a hundred years...

I worked hard and tremblingly, but I was taken away by the man...

I was a low and I was a little younger for two hundred years and I waited to fight back and kill the Nine Heavens and Kill the Child, but I haven't yet reached the threshold of the Eight Poles. The latter, the body of Jiu Yao, is already the second emperor...

All kinds of thoughts surged in my heart and couldn't suppress them. Lu Chen stopped suppressing them. He just felt them quietly and let their emotions rise and fall.

Finally, it turned into a sigh:

"This is probably the unevenness of the world, right?"

"There are heights and waters, there are depths and shallows of people, and there are heavens beyond the sky. Those who practice our generation are enough to defeat ourselves."

The Bodhi leaves move, and the ancient tree looks at him calmly, as if he can sense the uneasiness in his heart:

"It seems that you were still affected by Jiutian. He has a very strong desire for gains and losses, and has a very strong sense of jealousy..."

"No……"

Lu Chen just shook his head, but his expression also eased:

"Jealousy means jealousy, why bother to shirking it to others?"

A breath of turbid air was exhaled, and Lu Chen seemed to have temporarily put it down. He stretched out his palm under the ancient tree, and the strong flames ignited between his ten fingers.

The flame was glowing with green light, as if it was empty and illusory. The falling leaves could not be lit, but Lu Chen's ten fingers began to melt like candles.

"Um?"

Seeing the green flame, the ancient tree seemed to frown:

"You have no Taoist practice for thousands of years, and it is difficult for you to come again if you go... Are you trying?"

"Using his way of doing fire for thousands of years, his magic power for thousands of years is firewood, burning my body, and tempering my roots and bones' talents!"

Lu Chen was concise and did not discuss it with him, or was afraid that he would regret it.

Before he could finish a word, accompanied by the seemingly shocking and anger of the Nine Heavens Killing Children, the blazing flames swallowed Lu Chen, and the firelight reflected the entire dark space.

The Bodhi Ancient Tree looked at all this calmly, and there seemed to be some admiration in her eyes.

He heard Lu Chen sighing in the flames. It was a slang for mountains and seas, and its meaning seemed to be:

"I believe in fate, but I don't accept it!"

...

...

Huh huh ~

There seems to be a lonely boat passing by among the sea of ​​clouds.

Yang Yu stood on the deck, overlooking the large island in the endless sea, thousands of feet apart, and could faintly detect the heat coming from his face.

This is an extremely strong martial arts blood energy, the most yang and strong.

But this aura does not come from one person, but from the entire sea and on various islands, millions of warriors performing martial arts.

Compared with the mountains and seas at this moment, the Longquan Realm is like an ancient fairy world, with almost no shortage of resources, especially rice, grain and meat.

Therefore, in less than two hundred years, the spread and development of martial arts in this world has surpassed the mountain and sea realm.

It is not considered to be the rank master of martial arts among all holy sects, nor is it considered to be the many ordinary countries in the four seas and five continents.

There are more than twenty-three martial saints in the sea where the Wudou Sect is located alone!

This is a prosperous era of martial arts that has not been seen in mountains and seas for three thousand years!

"Martial Arts, show saints..."

Yu Yang looked down at the endless sea, chewing the words above in his mouth, suddenly raised his eyebrows, as if he was conscious.

Boom!

But I saw that there seemed to be thousands of flames soaring into the sky above the sea, and the vast blood and energy intertwined, blowing the loud shouts of countless warriors to a height of thousands of feet:

"Disciples Han Jiu, Yuan Ben, Zhu Li, lead the disciples of the Wudou Sect to welcome them and observe the master's Dharma Lord!"

"Welcome to the ancestors!"

"Welcome, God of War..."

...

On the Wudou Island, there was a wave of heat rising and falling, and countless disciples from the Wudou Sect rushed out.

Either in the city or in the wilderness, shouting to greet.

Above the towering city, Han Jiu and Yuan Ben bowed to welcome him, and the next moment, Yang Yu's breath echoed throughout the entire sea.

Without saying a word, no matter who it was, he could sense the arrival of his person, and immediately, he stood up involuntarily.

"call!"

After taking a step forward, Yang Yu landed on the top of the city and glanced at Han Jiu with a positive attitude. Yang Yu knew whose idea was.

"Official..."

Han Jiuben was quite excited. At this moment, he noticed Yang Yu's gaze and felt a little nervous.

“Good done.”

Yang Yu did not like to be greeted by others, but he knew what Han Jiu had done in the past two hundred years.

"More, thank you to the Lord."

With just one praise, Han Jiu felt that his bones were lighter, and his heart was so excited that his words were trembling.

This means that the observer has responded to his request.

"If you don't have to worship any mountaintops when practicing martial arts, but there should be a mountain gate in the Martial Arts Gate!"

Buzz!

A word comes from the sky and the earth!

Yuan Ben and Han Jiu suddenly looked up, but saw that outside the island, the water from all directions was boiling and turbulent, soaring hundreds of feet high.

Then, amid the roar and vibration, a towering sacred mountain rose from the bottom of the sea, penetrated through the mist and headed straight to the sky.

The divine light is brilliant, and it spreads vertically and horizontally with this sea area as the center, and I don’t know how many eyes it attracts.

But none of them dissipated when they touched the person who climbed the top of the mountain.

"call!"

On the top of Wudou Mountain, Yang Yu looked at the distance, looking back at the four wildernesses, and after several battles, he sat cross-legged.
Chapter completed!