Cultivation of Life Winner

Huang Mao didn't quite understand the madness of that phantom. Although he was a human race in this realm of comprehension, after all Huang Mao was not born and raised in this world.However, if possible, Huang Mao is still willing to stand on the stand of the human race.After all, he has come all the way, and the various emotions he has gained here are far richer than the blurred earth in his memory.

Huang Mao put away his emotions, and turned to look at the big golden pen.

Qi Ling's expression was sad, seeing Huang Mao looking over, he also lost his previous arrogance, and said somewhat dispiritedly: "I thought it was my luck to feel the master's remnant soul again, but now I know that the master is really dead. Before the master died, he probably wanted to give me to you, and the master has no descendants left in the world, so I will call you young master."

Huang Mao was about to speak, Qi Ling waved his hand, stopped Huang Mao, and signaled to listen to him.

"In the era of Tianci, there were hundreds of emperors in the human race. And my master was one of the emperors. He was named Qing, and he was called Emperor Qing. It was these hundred emperors who led the human race to fight in the vast and boundless wild world. Survival is what allows the race to survive to this day.

At the beginning, the human race was the weakest among the thousands of races in the wild world, and any race could bully and kill the race at will.But fortunately, after having a hundred human emperors, the human race burst out with unimaginable potential when they gained temporary cultivation.

They quickly learned to make various tools, created exercises, comprehended the way of heaven, and blazed a path that no race has ever traveled.Can you imagine that as long as the human race is given time, the huge number of people can bring endless power to the human race.

The potential of the human race is too great. When the Wanzu was still too proud to react, the human race had already stood at the peak.After all, this world can't accommodate so many great powers, so the heavenly secret revealed that the human race will prosper, and the rest of the races will eventually decline.

The hatred accumulated by the excited human race when they were weak finally broke out completely. In that beautiful era of godsend, it was the most glorious era for the entire human race.We take pleasure in hunting alien races, and one race after another has become our vassal.

However, prosperity and decline, with the passage of time... our human race has finally ushered in our own real disaster.That is a race that is not inferior to ours at all, we call it the ancient race. "

When Qi Ling uttered the word "Gu Clan", Huang Mao saw a few traces of black aura suddenly appearing from Qi Ling's body.

Huang Mao frowned.

Qi Ling distorted his face in pain, but his expression was still indifferent, "Maybe they have despised humans at the beginning, but the ancient race is the fastest to correct their attitude towards humans. At one point, humans let go of their wariness. After all The rise of the human race is a manifestation of a heavenly secret, and it cannot be reversed by manpower. Even if humans do not take action against the ancient race, they will gradually be wiped out as time goes by due to various reasons such as racial civil strife or low birth rate within the race.

Until the end of the Heaven-given era, the savagery began to subside, replaced by aura.As a result, the human race, which had been forging their bodies with barbaric energy, had a weakening stage. Even though the creativity of the human race allowed them to quickly use the new environment to create new cultivation methods, it was this period of weakness that made the ancient race completely Flip.

The speed of the war is unimaginable.Countless human races and ancient races fell, and the remaining ten thousand races were involved in the war.In the wild world at that time, there was no place where blood flowed.

But it wasn't until the end of the war that the human race discovered that the ancient race didn't care about winning or losing the war.They just deliberately created such a heinous killing, and the real purpose was to steal the luck of the human race.

Although they are enemies, I have to admire their decisiveness and determination.They actually used nearly two-thirds of the race's lives to start the war in order to confuse the human race.You must know that once it fails, the ancient clan will immediately lead to the extermination of the clan, and there will be no chance of lingering. "

Qi Ling's voice became weaker and weaker, and the black energy on his body was so thick that Huang Mao had to take a few steps back.

"I don't know how they stole the luck of the human race, but when my master came out of the emperor's burial coffin, I found that the Heavenly Dao had fallen into a deep sleep, all the Dao patterns were not visible, and the heavenly secrets were incomplete.

Thinking about it, the ancients had succeeded in stealing the luck of the human race.Moreover, it is not only the [-]% luck that the master speculated at the beginning, but it is probably [-]% to [-]%.The heavenly secrets reversed, which caused the heavenly dao to sleep and the human race to become weak. "

"Young master, that's about all I know. After the Heaven-given era, I was suppressed by the will of the ancient clan and fell into a deep sleep. In the future, young master, take care of yourself."

Huang Mao frowned, clasped his fists and bowed slightly, no matter what happened before, Qi Ling deliberately told him these secret things before begging to die, this love still has to be accepted.

Seeing Huang Mao's approach, Qi Ling nodded slightly, but within a moment, Qi Ling completely disappeared in the black air.

"Ancient Clan." Huang Mao was about to mutter to himself when he felt a strong crisis coming from behind him.

Huang Mao's eyes flashed, there are some truly top-notch powers in the world, their names cannot be called.Because their names have melted the Tao and are close to the source.When you yell, there will be a trace of cause and effect, and those great powers will be able to sense your existence.

As for the ancient clan, Huang Mao recalled that he had blurted out the secrets of the ancient clan before when he didn't know the secrets of the ancient clan, but he didn't have the sense of crisis now.It shows that this ancient clan is aimed at all those who understand the secrets of the heaven-given time back then.Once someone understands how the ancient clan robbed the luck of the human race at that time, they will no longer be able to say the word ancient clan.

However, the next moment, Huang Mao showed a sneer, and he had already called out the word Gu Clan.

Suddenly, several streaks of black air emerged from Huang Mao's feet.As soon as the black air touched Huang Mao's shoes, it immediately went towards Huang Mao's dantian.

Huang Mao snorted coldly, the source of yin and yang waited for an opportunity to come out, and completely wiped out the black energy in one fell swoop.

"Master, are you okay?" She stepped forward shyly, holding Huang Mao's hand with some concern.

Huang Mao's face was a little gloomy, and after a while, he waved his hand and took the large golden sum into his hand.

According to the Qing emperor, this pen is called Dianxian pen, and it was used to enlighten the people of the tribe in the era of Godsend.Moreover, there is a trace of gold in this fairy pen, which is also a rare offensive weapon.

But now, the big golden pen is slightly damaged, and with the disappearance of the spirit, everyone's strength has been greatly reduced.But on the other hand, it is also better, the original spirit of the weapon disappears, and the last trace of the Qing Emperor's imprint on this immortal pen also completely disappears.Even though it is weak now, after a new weapon spirit is born in the future, this pen will truly belong to Huang Mao's Immortal Pen.

Now the big golden brush is lifeless, and it doesn't give Huang Mao the feeling that the big brush is alive.But for Huang Mao, he is more satisfied with the current Dianxian pen.

Collecting the fairy pen, Huang Mao and the three of them flew out of the crack with a shy and tall figure.As for the broken flag, without the phantom shelter, it is just a broken flag.The moment the phantom disappeared, the broken flag also turned into flying dust.

After the crack came out, looking at the continuous white rain all around, Huang Mao sighed slightly.

He still remembered the scenery when the little snake brought him here, the blue sky was cloudless, and the raging Huangquan River rushed down, forming a huge waterfall.Sitting under the cliff, he slowly calmed down.

But now, the sky has turned gray, and the original cliffs have long been deserted.Even this big river has shrunk a lot.Under the white rain, even the yellow spring water can't hold on, and it is constantly turning into desert.

In the monstrous river water, a huge keel floated above the river water, and the exposed bones were shining brightly.However, under the white rain, a part of this keel also appeared light yellow, and began to desertify.

Huang Mao still remembered that when the Yellow Spring Map changed suddenly, the Dragon of Yellow Spring in his Yellow Spring Map excitedly jumped out of the Yellow Spring Map, and then plunged into the Yellow Spring River.Could it be because of this keel?For some unknown reason, the keel floated up from the Huangquan River.

Huang Mao sensed the existence of the Dragon of the Underworld with a slight sense.The other party huddled in the position of the dragon's head, and his whole body exuded a faint spirit of the ghostly world.In particular, there were two small bumps on the forehead of the Dragon of the Underworld.

"Huh?" Huang Mao was a little surprised. The Dragon of the Underworld was originally formed by the power of the Netherworld's veins, and it is an illusory existence.But looking at the current situation, the dragon of the underworld seems to be growing up?

In Huang Mao's mind, the four words "turning imaginary into reality" came to mind.Involuntarily, Huang Mao set his sights on the keel.The aura on this keel is very similar to that of the dragon of the underworld.

Could it be that this keel is the Dragon of the Yellow Spring formed by the real Yellow Spring River at the beginning, and then turned the emptiness into reality?But it's a pity, it's good to turn fictitiousness into reality, as you have your own wisdom and the possibility of practice.But at the same time, they also have to suffer from birth, old age, sickness and death.

Today, although the Huangquan River is broken, it exists after all.But the once big dragon has turned into a bone.

Huang Mao sighed slightly, but he would not stop his Dragon of the Underworld from turning the imaginary into reality. After all, once it became a reality, the power of the Underworld Map would greatly increase.

Huang Mao's function as a map of the underworld, but has extremely huge ambitions!He was weak back then, and Huang Quantu was a little out of control, so naturally he didn't dare to expose his ambitions.But now, Huang Mao had a calculation in his mind.

He wants to shape the real reincarnation!All things in the world have birth and death, so that everything can live forever.In this world, regardless of any race, he doesn't care about it during life, but after death, he will enter his reincarnation!

If it can be done, Huang Mao will think of the exterminated Huang family, his master Wei Wenyu and everyone else.He will be able to pull them out of samsara and let them live another life.If it doesn't work, it can give them a good next life!Rather than now, life and death are unknown!

He wants to take charge of reincarnation!

After setting his goal, Huang Mao set his sights on the keel again.All of his Dragon of the Underworld stayed in the dragon's head because there was still a trace of the will of the dragon bone in the dragon bone.And this kind of will is obviously very beneficial to absorb as the dragon of the underworld, and it will directly shorten the time for turning the emptiness into reality.

It's a pity that this trace of will is extremely tenacious. According to the speed of the dragon of the underworld, if it is slowly absorbed like this, it may take three to four hundred years.

Huang Mao didn't have so much time to wait, so he could only suppress it and let the Dragon of Underworld absorb it quickly.