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Above the cloudless blue void, the golden Human Emperor Nine Dragons Crown exuded an indescribable imperial aura. That kind of dazzling, coercion that dare not be looked at directly, sealed the void world.

Li Qingming stepped into the air, flew into the air and held the Nine Dragons Crown of the Human Emperor, smiled faintly, and said: "The human race has developed so far, and there will eventually be a powerful ruler of the world, and then it should be respected as the co-master of the human race!

Although Li Qingming's voice was not loud, it spread throughout the coast of the East China Sea.

The Terrans, who had bowed their heads before, felt as if some kind of deterrence had descended in the dark, but there was no trace of it.

"Go!" Li Qingming waved his hand and whispered. The Nine Dragons Crown of the Human Emperor immediately disappeared, and only when the Terran Co-Lord appeared, would it reappear.

Seeing that everything here has been completed, Li Qingmingsi, Suiren and other ancestors have been running and working hard for the affairs of the human race for many years, and their cultivation has been stagnant. Even if it was the Suiren and the other four ancestors who had already realized the opportunity, they had only broken through to the middle stage of the quasi-saint.

Therefore, Li Qingming simply preached on the top of the holy cliff. He transmitted the entire Terran Race on the coast of the East China Sea, and said: "I am the son of Qingming, and this time I preach to the Terran Race on the holy cliff. Anyone who is destined to come and hear the sermon!"

Although Li Qingming's voice was grand, it only reached the ears of some cultivators of the human race. As for those ordinary human races, Li Qingming didn't dare to overstep his bounds.

After all, Lao Tzu is the leader of the human sect, although the Taoist ancestor once said that all saints can preach the human race. But Lao Tzu did not set a precedent, and none of the saints dared to preach without permission. Even those two shameless people in the West would not dare.

On the shores of the East China Sea, all the Terran monks who have already embarked on the path of monasticism are boiling! Who is Qingmingzi? That is the Holy Father of the Terran Race, and the Holy Father has descended to the ancestral land of the Terran Race and personally opened the altar to preach for the Terran Race.

All of a sudden, the auspicious clouds in the sky rushed towards the holy cliff! The entire coast of the East China Sea was full of colorful clouds, or they were stepping on flying swords, or sitting on gourds......

The ordinary human race is also boiling! The entire human race inhabited by the coast of the East China Sea. Not to mention hundreds of millions. Although ordinary people know about the existence of Terran monks. But I have never seen so many monks.

"Daddy, Daddy, look! There are so many immortals!" a petite and cute five-year-old boy with peach-shaped hair in a bun. Yao pointed to the auspicious clouds in the sky. The eyes are full of envy.

Next to the child sat a young man of twenty-four or five years old. The young man touched the child's head and said with emotion: "Baby, you have to work hard to cultivate the eighteen combat skills of my human race. Dad always believed. Martial arts can also break the sky!"

A look of adoration flashed on the child's face, and the look in his eyes was extremely firm!

......

At this moment, on the holy cliff, Li Qingming sits at the top of the cliff, and the eight ancestors of the human race sit at the head of Li Qingming.

After that, there were some Terran monks who had cultivated to the Daluo Realm, followed by the Taiyi Realm, the Golden Immortals, and the Heavenly Immortals...... And so on. Even at the foot of the mountain, there are some Terran monks who have just entered the path.

After everyone sat down, they didn't see Li Qingming speak, and suddenly muttered softly.

"Hello brother, which tribe are you from?" a middle-aged man who had returned to the Void Realm touched the young man beside him and asked.

The young man glanced at the middle-aged monk very shyly and said, "Hello uncle, I have migrated from the area of Qinghua Mountain. ”

The middle-aged monk was taken aback when he heard this, and said in surprise: "Qinghua Mountain? Could it be the ancestor of the Earth Immortals, the human race that Zhenyuan Great Immortal sheltered?"

The young man touched the back of his head and said, "The ancestor of the family is the patriarch of the Qinghua Mountain lineage back then!"

The middle-aged monk was in awe, got up and arched his hand, "Brother turned out to be a famous family!

The young man hurriedly got up, looked at the middle-aged monk with some confusion, and said, "Uncle, don't be like this!"

The two of them were in the guest room, and suddenly a majestic voice came from the top of the holy cliff: "From today on, you should have a chance to hear the avenue for nine hundred years!"

Li Qingming sat upright on the holy cliff, his face full of indifference: "The way that the poor road preaches today is the way of Daluo. The Great Luo is also the realm of heaven and earth. In the time of chaos, I tasted and smelled a thing, no shape, no name, no trace, nowhere to be found......!

The sage preached, naturally it was extraordinary, I saw that as Li Qingming preached the way of Daluo, the surrounding space was full of flowers, the earth swelled with golden lotus, auspicious clouds and other visions were reborn.

The avenue is invisible, the avenue is simple, the ordinary is full of infinite mysteries, and the mysterious sound is constantly spit out from Li Qingming's mouth.

This time, Li Qingming originally preached in order to compensate the Suiren and other eight ancestors of the human race. Therefore, this way of Daluo, except for the Terran monks above the realm of Daluo, can hear it in the clouds and fog, and it is impossible to touch the edge at all.

However, these Terran monks who couldn't understand the way of Da Luo didn't get nothing.

The mysterious sound spit out by Li Qingming has been firmly engraved in the minds of all the monks, and when the realm arrives, it will naturally come naturally.

"The Great Dao creates living beings, and the way that all living beings walk will be the realm of the Great Dao!" With the landing of the word zuihou, the nine hundred years of preaching time came leisurely.

Looking at the Terran monks who were full of cliffs, still silent in their respective realizations, Li Qingming nodded with satisfaction. With a wave of his big hand, all the spiritual energy in the surrounding space was gathered on the holy cliff.

When he landed, the aura that was as rich as the essence filled every inch of the space of the holy cliff, many Terran monks who were stuck in the original realm got the help of the aura, and instantly broke through the shackles of that layer of the realm and cultivated to a higher level.

"The thousand years have come, you will come to Zixiao Palace as soon as possible!" Li Qingming's ears suddenly sounded the indifferent voice of Hongjun Old Dao.

It turned out that unconsciously, the period of about a thousand years from the Dao Ancestor had arrived!

Li Qingming simply left a sound transmission stone on the side of the Suiren, and then broke through the air and went straight to Zixiao Palace.

A moment later, when Li Qingming arrived at the Zixiao Palace, all the saints, excluding the two western saints, had already gathered in the Zixiao Palace. After some politeness, all the saints will do their own throne!

After all the saints sat down, Hongjun Dao Ancestor appeared silently on the high platform again.

Hongjun glanced at the saints calmly, and when he saw the two empty futons on the far left, he was stunned at first, and then shook his head imperceptibly.

When the saints saw Hongjun, they hurriedly got up and bowed: "The disciple has seen the master and the teacher, may the master and the teacher have a long life!"

Hongjun Daozu waved the sleeves of his robe and said, "Don't be polite, just wait and get up." ”

The saints replied again: "Thank you, Master, Teacher." Then he sat back down.

After the saints sat down, Hongjun Lao Dao spoke: "After the fall of the lich, the human race should be prosperous. This great prosperity of the human race is caused by the chance of the Heavenly Dao, and no one can disobey it!"

When this matter was discussed in Zixiao Palace last time, Hongjun had already said it. Speaking again this time, the saints were a little foggy, and they didn't know what the meaning of falling to the ground was.

Glancing at each other helplessly, Lao Tzu, as the senior brother, naturally stepped forward and asked: "Dare to ask Master! I don't know what arrangements Shizun has for the human race?"

Hongjun glanced at Lao Tzu and replied: "Since its birth, the human race has experienced the catastrophe of the demon race's slaughter! It is necessary to draw up three emperors and five emperors to suppress the luck of the human race. When the Three Emperors and Five Emperors returned to the throne, the human race naturally prospered, and its luck prospered from then on. ”

Among the saints, except for Lao Tzu and Li Qingming, the rest of them all looked at each other and said in their hearts: "O human emperor, that is a figure who combines the luck of the human race, if he wins the throne of the human race, won't it be conducive to the spread of his own sect? When the human race is prosperous, his own sect will also be prosperous." ”

Even Nuwa and Houtu, who had never established a religion, also showed excitement on their faces.

As for why Lao Tzu and Li Qingming were indifferent, it was even simpler.

Li Qingming doesn't care who is the emperor at all, anyway, he is an internal decision. When the time comes, he will be able to snatch two statues for his younger brother and Jin Ao, what the hell is going on.

Besides, he himself possesses the luck of the human race, and as long as the human race does not perish, his branch of the lineage will never be broken.

And Lao Tzu, as the leader of the human religion, originally used the human race as the foundation of the religion. When the human race prospers, the religion of others will naturally prosper.

However, Lao Tzu, as the leader of the Human Sect, is naturally qualified to participate in the establishment of the Human Emperor, and this time it is related to whether the human race can prosper, although he looks like he doesn't care, he is a little worried after all.

"Dare to ask the teacher, if the people of my Wu clan are reincarnated in the human race, can they be the emperor?" Hou Tu gritted his teeth lightly and stepped forward and knocked to the ground.

Hongjun glanced at Houtu lightly and said, "There is a glimmer of life under the Heavenly Dao, if the reincarnation of your Wu clan seizes the opportunity, it is okay!"

Houtu was overjoyed when he heard this, knocked his head, and returned to his seat.

Nuwa glanced at Hongjun again and again, but finally sighed and restrained her emotions.

Lao Tzu seemed to understand what Nuwa was thinking, and asked Hongjun: "Teacher, since the reincarnated person of the Wu clan has the opportunity to be the emperor of that person, does the demon clan also have the same chance?"

Hongjun didn't raise his head and said, "Yes!"

When Nuwa heard this, she was relieved.

At the beginning, when Lao Tzu established a human teaching, he owed Nuwa a favor. In addition, before, when Fu Xi died, Lao Tzu promised Nuwa to give Fu Xi an immortal opportunity. In this way, the cause and effect between the two are knotted. Lao Tzu's inquiry should be for the sake of Nuwa's heart. It seems that this Fuxi is destined to be the emperor!

Hongjun saw that the saints fell silent again, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "This human emperor's position, although it is possible for people of all races to sit in the reincarnation! However, after the birth of the Human Emperor, he needs someone to guide him!"

When Li Qingming heard this, he pursed his lips disdainfully, and said secretly: "I, old fellow! What is a definite number, it is not up to these saints to decide! As for the matter of guiding the human emperor, it is even more nonsense. When the Emperor was born, the heavens were disordered, and no one could tell where the Emperor was born or whose name he was! How did this guide them? It was just a cookie drawing!" (To be continued......