The land of Kyushu is lined with thousands of ethnic groups.

There are countless sacred places of various ethnic clans, and the imperial dynasties of various ethnic groups divide the frontier.

There are many ways of cultivation in the land of Kyushu, but all cultivators are divided into nine realms: the Condensation Realm, the Mingshen Realm, the Tianhe Realm, the Three Clear Realm, the Nirvana Realm, the Feather Realm, the Supreme Realm, the Sage Realm, and the Supreme Realm.

Above the Supreme, for the Great Emperor, he can reflect the heavens, traverse 30,000 eons, and receive the incense of hundreds of millions of living beings.

30,000 years ago, Kyushu was in turmoil, the human race was catastrophic, all races were bullied, people were fed, and Kyushu was stained with blood, which was extremely tragic!

In that era of darkness and turmoil, a Terran monk was born, proved the position of the Supreme Emperor, pushed all races, suppressed the great enemy, and established the immortal foundation of the Terran race!

For 30,000 years, the Terran Emperor sat in Zhongzhou and established the Great Xia Dynasty as the foundation of the Terran race in Kyushu.

Since then.

All races are dormant, and the human race is respected.

......

Great Xia Dynasty 30002.

The first emperor of the human race, Emperor Ning had a son in his later years, and was named Ning Yuan.

Emperor Ning reflected the way of heaven, evolved the heavens, and the visions of heaven and earth were frequently manifested, and he forcibly borrowed the luck of Kyushu to pave the way for the emperor.

It is a sage's calculation, and I don't know what Emperor Ning's move means.

No one in Kyushu knows that the emperor of the human race was born.

After forcibly borrowing the luck of Kyushu, the 30,000-year limit was approaching, and Emperor Ning suddenly announced a death lock.

Eighteen years later.

All the ethnic groups in Kyushu are ready to move.

At this time, an emperor sticker was born out of thin air and conveyed to Kyushu!

Emperor Ning is out of the customs!

Gather the strong men of Kyushu to come to the court!

......

The land of Zhongzhou, Kowloon City.

The Nine Dragon Gate, known as the largest Taoist inheritance in Zhongzhou, is here.

The biggest in Kowloon is not the strongest, but the sect has far superior cultivation methods, cultivation supernatural powers, and the largest number of cultivation disciples far superior to those of the various sects in Zhongzhou.

The sect has many skills, and the disciples of the sect are like carp crossing the river, and there are countless of them.

Every year in early spring, the Kowloon Gate will open the mountain gate to recruit disciples, and many people will come here, and Kowloon City will be more prosperous than in the past.

At this moment.

The largest teahouse in Kowloon City was bustling with monks from all walks of life.

Lu Ping'an, known as the "No. 1 mouth in Kowloon", stood on the high platform of the teahouse and loudly told the young monks what he had seen.

"30,000 years ago, Emperor Ning was born and single-handedly suppressed all the tribes in Kyushu and established the immortal foundation of the human race. ”

"Now, the limit of the 30,000-year-old emperor is approaching, and the theory of the emperor's fall is intensifying, and all the clans in Kyushu think that the emperor is no longer good, and guess what?"

"An emperor sticker, spread all over Kyushu!"

"The Great Emperor is out of the customs, the saints and supremes of all ethnic groups in Kyushu!"

"One counts as one!

The more Lu Ping'an spoke, the more excited he became, as if he had seen it with his own eyes, and shouted loudly: "My brother came back from the transmission of the magic weapon, and he said that in front of the Emperor's Mansion, he saw with his own eyes the group of saints and supremes who were high in the past!

"It is rumored that on that post, there are only eight words engraved by Emperor Ning himself......"

"Kyushu is big, and the human race is respected!"

Lu Ping'an said word by word, and his eyebrows danced.

"Shhh

Everyone gasped, and their eyes couldn't help but show the same flying color, with pride on their faces.

This is the domineering of the first emperor of the human race.

The first thing to do when I got out of the customs was to raise my face to the big shots in Kyushu.

Every Terran monk could feel a sense of arrogance and domineering from the Emperor's eight-character mantra.

As long as I am the emperor one day, all the races in Kyushu will have to respect the human race!

"Alas!"

Lu Ping'an suddenly sighed.

"It's a pity that Emperor Ning has no children under his knees. ”

"Since eighteen years ago, Emperor Ning suddenly used the supreme magic method to evolve the Great Dao of Kyushu, and then went into retreat, and all the clans in Kyushu have speculated that Emperor Ning was injured by the Dao of Heaven. ”

"In addition, the limit of 30,000 years of antiquity has arrived, and it is rumored that the ten thousand clans in Kyushu want to witness the scene of the emperor's fall, and the heart of my human race will not die!"

"In the final analysis, it's still bullying my clan without an emperor!"

Lu Ping'an spoke angrily on the high platform, looking at the sad and indignant look on his face, he wished that he was the emperor and brought new hope to the Kyushu human race.

"How unfair the way of heaven is, my human emperor has no children under his knees!"

"If my human race has an emperor, with the outstanding talent of the emperor's son, he will definitely be able to win the throne and protect my human race for another 30,000 years!"

In any case, the ancient limit of 30,000 years and one emperor cannot be ignored.

If Emperor Ning is indeed the emperor, and the next emperor is a foreign monk, then the Kyushu human race is afraid that it will fall into a cruel and inhumane dark age again...... The crowd didn't dare to think about it any further.

After listening to Lu Ping'an's words, all the monks were dull in their hearts, and the wine they poured into their mouths had no taste.

"You say, why didn't Emperor Ning marry in his life?"

The people around were gossiping, and gradually discussed why an emperor would not marry for life.

Otherwise, if an emperor is born, with the blood of the emperor and the full support of the entire Kyushu human race, the hope of becoming an emperor is much greater.

If the emperor can become the new emperor of the human race, the ten thousand clans of Kyushu will naturally not dare to move.

That's when it happened.

"Everyone, something is wrong!!"

A monk ran into the teahouse restaurant, panting and shouting, "Something is wrong with the Nine Dragons Gate!"

"Tell me, what's going on?!"

Lu Ping'an was stunned, as a member of the Nine Dragons Sect, he cared most about his sect, especially at this juncture of recruiting disciples.

......

Before a stick of incense.

Kowloon Gate.

"You are all people who have passed the ladder of climbing, and they are naturally highly qualified, and from today on, they all belong to my disciples of the Nine Dragons Gate!"

"Now come with me, enter the main hall with me, and bow down to the golden body of the Nine Dragons saint. ”

"After the bowing, there will be elders to take you into the outer gate, my Nine Dragons Gate is the fairest, every year to recruit disciples regardless of qualifications and talents, all start from the outer door. ”

"The way of cultivation should be to fight with the sky, with the earth, and with people!"

A middle-aged monk in a green robe led the way in front, and behind him were the disciples recruited by the Nine Dragons Gate this year.

A cursory look at the past, there were thousands of people, densely spread out, and he was very satisfied.

Kowloon Palace!

A line of big characters painted by silver hook iron is hung on the top of the three-story hall, the eaves are warped, the glazed paving is covered, and the grand momentum of the big sect is vividly displayed.

The Kowloon Hall is very spacious and has no problem accommodating thousands of people.

As soon as everyone entered the main hall, they could see a huge sculpture standing in front of them, which was the golden body of the Nine Dragons Saint, with a compelling aura, and a faint sense of oppression spread to everyone's heart.

It's as if this golden body is a living saint standing in front of him, making people dare not look directly at the golden body.

"Nine Dragon Gate, one hundred and thirty-six generations of disciples Zheng Yijian, bring all the disciples, bow to the saint!"

The middle-aged monk Zheng Yijian had a solemn face, shook his sleeves, knelt down on both knees, and bowed to the golden body of the Nine Dragons Saint in front of him.

After the pious five-body bow to the ground, Zheng Yijian stood up, stood on the side of the golden body, and said in a deep voice: "All the disciples bow to the saint!"

The new disciples who had already heard Zheng Yijian's explanation stepped forward one after another, stood in several rows, and shouted in unison: "Disciple, bow to the saint!"

Like the waves of the sea, rows of disciples kept kneeling, learning from Zheng Yijian's previous appearance, and threw themselves to the ground.

The entire hall was silent, only the solemn bowing of the disciples.

Zheng Yijian nodded with great satisfaction.

However, just when it was the turn of the last row of disciples, Zheng Yijian couldn't help but have a sinking face.

He saw that several of the disciples in the last row did not kneel.

The leader is a young man in a white robe, with black hair and a shawl, a face like a crown of jade, a jade around his waist, a folding fan in his hand, and a fluttering white robe.

Behind the white-robed young man was accompanied by three women, with a light veil on his face and a graceful figure, like a fairy descending, and the breath of dust made people's hearts sway.

This white-robed young man is obviously from a big family, and he also carries a maid with him from the Xianmen, Zheng Yijian doesn't think it's surprising, many of the disciples in the past have their own family backgrounds, and they follow the monks to get started.

Jiulongmen has always acquiesced in this, an excellent disciple of a big family apprenticeship, and by the way, a few monks with good strength are included, this deal is very cost-effective.

But in Zheng Yijian's opinion, no matter how big a family disciple is, how can he not worship in the face of a saint!

"Why don't you worship!"

Zheng Yijian shouted and asked, raising his hand and pointing at the white-robed young man.

When the white-robed young man heard this, he raised his head and glanced at him lightly, but did not speak, and continued to look at the golden body of the Nine Dragons Saint.

The golden body sculpture of the Nine Dragons Saint is made of three spirit jade, and there is a wisp of spiritual consciousness hidden in it to warm and protect the luck of the hall.

Over time, there was spirituality.

If you look at it for a long time, it is as if you are looking at a saint.

"Okay. ”

The white-robed young man smiled at the corner of his mouth, and looked up at the statue of the Nine Dragons Saint, as if he was visiting a tour.

This made Zheng Yijian angry, he had never seen such an arrogant person who disrespected the saint.

Not only does he not kneel down to the saint, but he also dares to look directly at the golden body of the saint!

This is a great disrespect!

"I'll say one last time, you kneel for me!"

Zheng Yijian stared coldly at the white-robed young man in the last row: "Seeing that the saint doesn't kneel, you are humiliating my Nine Dragon Gate!"

Zheng Yijian made up his mind to pay attention, waited for him to kneel down and kowtow, and then swept the floor out to set an example.

Let those disciples who have their own family background take a look at the fate of not respecting the rules of the teacher.

"You want me to kneel on this pile of stones?"

When the white-robed young man heard this, he suddenly laughed dumbly: "It's just a golden body, it can't stand my knees." ”

"Even the Nine Dragons Saint is not worthy of it in person. ”

The white-robed young man's words echoed in the silent hall, and all the disciples who were kneeling in front of him couldn't help but be horrified in their hearts.

Where did this madman come from, who dared to say that the saint was unworthy.

"This guy is really looking for death. ”

"Do you think this is your own family, let your own temperament do it?"

There were also many male disciples who couldn't help but sneer, they had seen the white-robed young man in the team before, and he was accompanied by a beautiful woman, so he had long been jealous.

Now that they heard the white-robed young man say something rebellious, most of these disciples couldn't help but gloat in their hearts, hoping to see Zheng Yijian's anger on the white-robed young man's body.

"You..... You're so arrogant!"

Zheng Yijian laughed angrily, his face was gloomy like water, he took a step forward, the aura in his hand was thick, and his voice was threatening.

"I'll give you another chance!"

"Either kneel down yourself!"

"Either I'll help you kneel!"

Zheng Yijian's gaze was like a sharp sword, stabbing at the white-robed young man's body, but he was still indifferent.

"I'm not kneeling, I'm helping you. If I kneel, I am doing you a disservice. ”

The white-robed young man restrained his smile, frowned at Zheng Yijian, and said lightly: "Put away your supernatural aura, don't make mistakes." ”

"Hahahaha!"

Zheng Yijian laughed, the anger and ridicule in his heart were mixed, making his expression a little distorted, he had never seen such a conceited person.

"A mere boy, a frog at the bottom of a well, can you know the respect of a saint?"

"I want to see how you hurt me!"

Zheng Yijian's laughter stopped, and the aura in his hand was even stronger, and at the same time, he shouted like thunder: "Kneel !!"

"Choke!"

The fairy-like maid beside the white-robed young man had already raised his eyebrows, and an atmosphere of solemnity was about to swing, but the white-robed young man reached out and held the jade hand of the fairy maid beside him who was holding the sword technique.

"It can't stand my knees, but I can stand its knees. ”

The white-robed young man spoke lightly, looking up at the golden body of the Nine Dragons Saint, his eyes were as calm as a clear spring.

"Smack. ”

The folding fan is shaken open, and there is a picture of all things on it, which is obviously everyone's handwriting.

"Kneel. ”

As if it was an order, with the white-robed young man's faint words, everyone only felt dazzled, and the golden body of the saint in front of them suddenly moved.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the golden body of the saint suddenly cracked from his knee and was cut in half.

The lower leg fell off the altar and fell to the ground, and the body above the knee also fell off the altar and stood on the lower leg.

The smoke and dust were everywhere, and everyone looked at the scene in front of them in amazement.

The entire golden body of the Nine Dragons Saint is in a kneeling posture, facing the direction of the white-robed young man!

The Golden Body of the Saint......

Really kneeling!!