Now, the destiny of the human race to become emperor has fallen to Shang Yaoqin...

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Three months later.

The secret realm of heaven and earth, the ink sea.

Longyang Dojo.

At this moment, Shang Yaoqin was watching the classic battle before Longyang Emperor Dong Zhengyang became a saint from the perspective of a bystander.

The Battle of Dajiao Mountain!

This was a fierce battle that took place more than a million years ago, and it was also a battle where Dong Zhengyang fully understood his true intentions.

It can be said that after this night, he completely washed away all his hesitation and uneasiness, and almost became a saint, laying a solid foundation for the rise of the human race.

"boom--"

The sky and the earth were as dark as ink, and only the wisps of thunder and lightning flashed through, and things on the mountains could be seen clearly.

These are wild and wild mountains before civilization, and the terrain is dangerous.

But now, Dong Zhengyang and the human tribe he came from are being besieged by various ethnic groups on Dajiao Mountain. If one of them is not good, they will be reduced to blood food.

"There are enemy troops all over the mountains and fields, ferocious beasts covering the sky and the sun, etc... there are actually two seventh-level saints!?"

Shang Yaoqin's pupils suddenly shrank, secretly thinking something was wrong.

If it were a sixth-level saint, let alone two saints, even if it was just three or four saints, even if her cultivation was still at the peak of fifth-level, she would still have the confidence to handle it calmly.

She can do it, and Dong Zhengyang, who is the Great Emperor Longyang, can definitely do it too. Shang Yaoqin has no doubts about it.

But right now, there are two seventh-level saints, and on the human race side, Dong Zhengyang, a fifth-level peak practitioner, is the most powerful.

"I knew that my human race was so weak, but I never thought it would be so weak."

Putting himself in Dong Zhengyang's shoes, Shang Yaoqin felt his heart suddenly sink and his shoulders felt like heavy mountains.

This feeling is difficult for others to feel.

But Shang Yaoqin felt that if she were Dong Zhengyang, she would choose to abandon the tribe, escape alone, and wait until she becomes a saint to avenge the sacrifices of the people.

In this way, we will not let down our responsibilities.

She is a bit domineering and even willful, but she is not a fool. She understands that only by living can you have unlimited possibilities!

but……

I saw Dong Zhengyang, who had not yet become a saint, pushed away a group of clan elders who advised him to leave alone, picked up the Shanhe Pen, climbed into the ancient chariot, and shouted:

"A man will live when he is born, and die when he should die. How can he abandon his clan and live!"

Thunder exploded, and the ancient chariot rumbled into the sky.

Dong Zhengyang rushed towards the two seventh-level saints alone, almost lifeless, extremely strong and fierce!

When Shang Yaoqin saw this, his lips opened slightly and his jade teeth were slightly exposed.

From the dull look in her eyes, it was obvious that she was also shocked by Dong Zhengyang's choice.

"Isn't it said that Emperor Longyang is tolerant and confident, just like an ordinary teacher?"

"When will Emperor Long Yang be so heroic and brave? He can swallow mountains and rivers with anger and eat the sun and moon with his mouthful!"

Shang Yaoqin was a little stunned.

And when she saw Dong Zhengyang directly starting the catastrophe of becoming a saint and directly pulling two seventh-level saints to die together, her heart trembled suddenly.

Compared with Emperor Longyang's past, she, Shang Yaoqin, looks a bit like a flower in a greenhouse.

Even in a fight with Hua Menghuang, there is still a 50-50 chance of victory.

"No, I am not weaker than Emperor Longyang!"

"Emperor Longyang has his mission and path, and I also have my own mission and path!"

"I am who I am, and I never belong to anyone. Haha, I started to waver in my mind again. Is this what Emperor Longyang wants to teach me..."

Shang Yaoqin suddenly chuckled, and the smile blooming on his face was like a spring rose, which was enough to overwhelm the spring scenery in the garden and was extremely bright.

Visible to the naked eye, she exudes a uniformly unique aura, the charm of multiple emperors.

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Immediately afterwards, Shang Yaoqin's aura began to change, like the Milky Way flowing straight down, or like a wave rushing thousands of feet, turning back and forth.

During this process, her ninth Song of Heaven has been released.

Heaven turns into song!

Her cultivation reached the pinnacle of quasi-emperor in one fell swoop, and she was only one step away from attaining enlightenment by stepping into the black sky.

It was also at this moment that the torrent of heaven and earth outside the sky barrier during the day trembled faintly, seeming to echo Shang Yaoqin.

Immediately.

Shang Yaoqin gently exhaled a breath and returned to his high-spirited state again.

She has black hair on her head and is tied high with a white feather Taoist crown. She holds a red gold divine sword and a white jade fairy flute on her waist. She is peerless in appearance, aloof and extraordinary, standing proudly above the crowd, astonishing, like the resurrected emperor of heaven.

Wearing the emperor's black robe, she carries great luck, and every move involves thousands of forces.

But compared to her peerless beauty, her firm and domineering will is even more frightening.

However, with her gentle smile, the pressure on her body gradually subsided, and she no longer became so domineering and terrifying.

"Nearly thirty years of waiting, and many years of isolation from the outside world."

"Now, I have finally succeeded, and I don't know what the outside world has become like."

"But it doesn't matter. As long as I am born, I will definitely sweep across the Nine Heavens and Five Continents, kill the Xuanguang Bridge, and then open up the world of Dream Dao..."

All kinds of thoughts passed by, and Shang Yaoqin raised his hand.

She slowly put away the ink sea in the secret realm of heaven and earth, blending it into the fairy aperture, forming an earth-shattering magical power.

At the same time, Hua Yingying found out about Shang Yaoqin as soon as she appeared in the forbidden area of ​​Tiangong.

Hua Yingying arrived in an instant, and she would not let anyone else know about Shang Yaoqin's birth, not even a member of Tiangong.

Faced with Hua Yingying's secretive and quiet behavior, Shang Yaoqin felt confused.

When she was born, shouldn't she have been beating gongs and drums, telling the world, inspiring people, and suppressing the demon clan?
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