Honghuang: Jiejiao Winged Immortal, I am the Emperor of Fengdu

This ball of merit was larger than any Qingyu had ever seen before, and it was also much richer.

When the merit fell, it was finally divided into two, 30% of which fell into the animal bone that recorded the"Martial Classic", and 70% was poured into Qingyu's body.

Qingyu is the creator of the"Martial Classic" and should get the lion's share.

Moreover, as the merit fell, Qingyu's destiny and the destiny of the human race were also greatly connected.

Of course, the main reason for the connection was not only the Martial Classic, but also the agreement that Qingyu had made with the three ancestors of the human race.

In front of the holy mountain, Suiren, Ziyi and Youchao looked at each other.

Then, Suiren walked out of the crowd and bowed to the sky.

"Heaven is above, from today on, Immortal Qingyu will be the ancestor of our race, with the same status as the three of us. This matter will be passed on to the human race, and I hope that future generations will remember it."

As his voice fell, Youchao and Ziyi also bowed and responded.

"God is above us. From today on, Immortal Venerable Qingyu will be the forefather of our race, with the same status as the three of us. This matter will be passed on to the human race. I hope future generations will remember it."

"Heaven is above, from today on, Qingyu Immortal Venerable shall be the ancestor of our race, with the same status as the three of us. This matter shall be passed on to the human race, and we hope that future generations will remember it."

The voices of the three people were not loud, but due to the expansion of their meritorious instruments, the entire human race in the prehistoric world could hear them clearly.

Some people were moved by the voices of the three ancestors of the human race, and they knelt down and shouted

"Teacher"

"Teacher"...

The voice circulated throughout the East China Sea, and eventually resounded throughout the human race.

As they shouted, some people's eyes also turned here.

In the thirty-third heaven, in the chaos, in the Wa Palace, a beautiful woman lowered her eyes and exclaimed softly.

""Huh? Senior Brother Tongtian's disciple is interesting." Nuwa chuckled, her eyes seemed to penetrate the infinite space, and saw the scene of the human race shouting.

As for the human race, Nuwa would occasionally observe it. But most of the time she would not care about it. After all, the human race was too weak, and their talent was really nothing, so she didn't take it to heart.

Now, seeing Qingyu actually help the human race become stronger, Nuwa was naturally happy.

After all, the human race was created by her, and it belonged to her own children. Seeing her own children become stronger, how could a mother not be happy?...

Shouyang Mountain, Bajing Palace.

The saint Laozi was performing a ritual while teaching his only disciple Xuandu.

At this moment, he was also feeling something and looked sideways.

Qingyu's teachings could not be hidden from the leader of the human sect. Almost instantly, he got the practice method of"Martial Classic".

"Teacher, what's wrong?"Xuandu looked at his teacher and suddenly became silent, and was a little confused.

Laozi didn't say much, but just smiled and shook his head.

"Nothing, I just feel happy to see the prey."

Xuandu scratched his head, not understanding what his teacher meant.

Seeing this, Laozi did not explain any more, but began to deduce in his mind.

He separated one thought to preach to Xuandu, and began to deduce Qingyu's"Martial Classic" on the other hand, and the final result made him praise it greatly.

Although Qingyu's behavior was suspected of sharing the merits and fortune of the human religion, he was a saint. Compared with that little fortune and merit, the emergence of the new Tao made him value it more. As the saying goes, a stone from another mountain can polish jade. Although this martial arts is a little immature in Laozi's eyes, it has great potential, which undoubtedly opened up new ideas for him.

""Martial arts?" Laozi looked into the void, and then wandered in the void again....

Deep in the East China Sea, on Jin'ao Island,

Tongtian was in a state of meditation when he suddenly felt something.

Soon, a smile appeared on Tongtian's face.

"That little bird is also going to grow up."

Qingyu is his disciple, so naturally he can't hide what he does.

Like Laozi, he also obtained the practice method of"Martial Classic" from Tiandao, and after deducing it, he also praised it.

This new method also opened his eyes. Although it was still a little immature, compared with other disciples of Jiejiao, Qingyu's behavior at this moment was undoubtedly ahead of everyone.

Seeing that his disciple was beginning to have a promising future, Tongtian was naturally happy.

At this moment, the Wind Tribe.

With the shouts of the human race, a part of the human race's luck was separated and connected with Qingyu's qi, and the two sides merged into one and complemented each other.

This luck was so great that Qingyu's body suddenly surged with immortal light and overflowed with laws, as if he was about to break through in the next second.

Seeing this, Qingyu hurriedly suppressed the mana in his body and prepared to make plans later.

Now is not the time to break through. He still has to guide the three ancestors of the human race and the tribal leaders present to get started with the"Martial Classic", so that it will be more convenient for the"Martial Classic" to be spread throughout the world in the future.

Time is passing, and a few months have passed in a blink of an eye.

The three ancestors and the tribal leaders have all entered and reached the realm of martial saints.

They are not weak in strength, so it is not troublesome to practice. The reason why they stayed for so long is just that Qingyu taught some solutions to problems that may be encountered during practice.

Soon, these people left one after another, leaving in a hurry, ready to spread the"Martial Classic" throughout their tribe.

And Qingyu, at this moment, also returned to his wooden house and began his own practice.

He released the suppression of his magic power, operated the Heavenly Scripture of the Yin-Yang Great Dao, and pushed forward his own Dao method, lifting it to an unimaginable height.

Soon, the Qi burst out, the infinite fairy light surged in the body, and the Dao runes flew in the sky.

In Qingyu's eyes, the innate Yin and Yang Qi flowed, they intertwined, interpreting the most splendid Dao.

Finally, with the five-colored brilliance blooming from Qingyu's body.

At this moment, he broke through, Taiyi Jinxian.

Taiyi is Taiyi, mastering the law, and the only infinite in time and space, becoming the supreme existence among the immortals.

Because the next step is Daluo, Daluo Dao fruit is flawless and infinite.

At the realm of Taiyi Jinxian, in the current prehistoric world, it can be called a hegemon. Even the ancestors of some small tribes are almost at this level of cultivation.

Time is passing. After the breakthrough, Qingyu did not come out immediately, but continued to nurture his own Dao, consolidate the foundation, and make himself more perfect.