Kill the Great Wall of Martial Arts from me

There are countless tens of thousands of miles of mountains and mountains, all of which are shrouded in spiritual energy.

In the clouds and mist, you can still see spiritual veins with a size of one million feet wandering through.

Surrounded by mountains, there is a mountain, high into the starry sky, surrounded by a galaxy of stars, dotted with stars.

On the extremely high peak of the mountain range, there is purple electricity and silver light, the sky wind howls, and a heavenly palace hangs above it.

Here is the Human Race Heavenly Emperor Mountain.

The Tiandi Palace on Tiandi Mountain, where the Tiandi lies high above the sky, overlooks the world, the Jiuzhou Continent.

The heavenly palace is like a city, tall and magnificent.

Outside one of the palaces, an old man was playing chess.

However, he plays chess with his left and right hands.

There is a stone box beside the chess table, which is filled with spiritual water, and there is a little green and fluffy turtle with dragon horns all the time.

At this moment, the little turtle is standing on tiptoe with two hind feet, lying on the edge of the stone box, as if watching chess.

The old man is leisurely and complacent, with 86 pieces in a game of chess, but he has been playing for 330 years.

Finally, the old man picked up a white piece with his left hand and dropped it towards the chessboard.

"Blind."

The little green-haired turtle pouted and returned to the stone box.

"Stinky chess basket."

"No wonder you can only use your left hand and your right hand."

The old man didn't care, and his expression was still on the chessboard, as if concentrating on it.

The little turtle lay prone in the water, kicked its four legs, and fell asleep soundly.

After taking a nap, it was ten years later when I opened my eyes again.

"Stinky chess basket."

After murmuring, Xiaogui was about to squint for a while, but found a figure not far away.

"Little Sun, what's the matter? You haven't been here for more than 600 years."

Hearing the sound, the old man standing beside him was speechless, his beard almost grew to the navel, and he was still shouting.

This old tortoise relies on himself to live, he has a cheap mouth, and he even gives people nicknames.

If it weren't for the presence of the emperor's master, I don't know how many people would want to stew it.

"Little bamboo shoot, is there any fun outside?"

"Emperor Master, Yongzhou..."

……

"It's really fun. I didn't expect such an interesting thing to happen in Yongzhou."

After listening to the report, the chess master was still playing chess, and the little green-haired turtle was full of interest.

"It's all a mess outside."

"The old man knows, let's go down."

The emperor waved his hand indifferently, and let the person back down, picked up a sunspot and dropped it.

"Old man, aren't you ready to go out of the mountain?"

The little turtle stood on tiptoe and poked out from the stone box.

"You can really sit still. Is this world still dominated by the human race? You really don't panic at all."

"Why are you panicking, this old man is not the Emperor of Heaven."

The emperor spoke.

"...You...you're right." Xiao Gui sneered, and submerged in the water again.

"Whoever is the Emperor of Heaven is the one who is in a hurry, what are you in a hurry, what is Bengui in a hurry."

After the words fell, the little turtle stuck out its head again.

"Hey, old man, did that guy leave you with any tricks or something before he ran away?"

After the words fell, Xiaogui saw the eyes of the emperor's teacher drop, and immediately changed his words.

"I was wrong."

"Before the great Emperor of Heaven left you a bag, take it out at this time and see."

"No."

"It's really boring. You haven't stepped out of this yard for six epochs. Aren't you bothered?"

"Not bothering."

"Aren't you worried about the chaos outside?"

"None of my business."

"You are still not the emperor teacher."

"I don't want to be a long time ago."

"..."

"You don't want to be an emperor teacher anymore, you should have said it earlier."

The little turtle jumped out of the water and said, "The Heavenly Emperor Seal is in the Heavenly Emperor Hall.

Let's steal it, write an edict yourself, and let's stamp it like this... all together. "

"Don't be so troublesome."

The emperor looked at the little turtle, and when he waved his hand, there was a stream of light flying from the direction of the Heavenly Emperor Palace.

Longhao Brush, Shenshan Ink, Cloud Brocade, and Heavenly Emperor Seal all fell down one by one and placed in front of Xiaogui.

"You write."

"Just write that the old man's position as emperor teacher will be abolished, and then spread the word to the world, so that the old man can go out to visit the mountains and rivers."

The little turtle swallowed and spit, looking timidly at the seal of the Emperor of Heaven.

"Don't, you old thing is not a fun thing. The Emperor of Heaven is also a ruthless person. I can't afford to provoke you. I was scared by you."

"Master Emperor, I was just joking, don't scare the turtle."

"Turtles are timid."

The emperor looked at Xiaogui coldly, and said angrily, "Are you timid?"

"Are you timid and dare to swallow the remains of the true dragon?"

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"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 destiny 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.