Mortals: Tiannan's First Body Cultivator

At this moment, the Tianyuan Saint Emperor who had just broken through has been beaten to a pulp, and even his body, which had just fully recovered under the colorful rays of light, is now covered with wounds again!
Maybe he will be beheaded on the spot by Madam Hua Diao and Venerable Sha Ling in the next moment, and he will have no ability to rescue Xuanwu Overlord!

As for the other cultivators of the human and demon races, they were already being defeated by the resurgent beast tide. They were all in a desperate situation!
At this time, the Black Tortoise Overlord was already prepared to die heroically, watching the black dragon claws gradually approaching him!
Xuanwu Overlord felt as if everything around him had slowed down, and his mind kept recalling his long yet short life!
I say it's a long time because I have been practicing for tens of thousands of years after all, and I have witnessed the ups and downs of the three realms and seven lands, and I have also experienced the human race's wars against alien races!

It can be said to be short, but it is because my life seems to be only about cultivation. I am not like Tianmiao Linghuang who ascended to the spirit world, played around in the human world, tasted all the fine wines and teas of Fengyuan Continent, and admired all the talented men and beautiful women of both human and demon races;
He is not like the Holy Emperor Tianyuan, who rose from obscurity, overcame all obstacles, created his own skills, founded his own school, and had disciples all over the human race!

He was destined from birth to be the eldest son of the Xuanwu family, the most powerful true spiritual family of the human race, and the most talented cultivator of that generation in the Xuanwu family!

Since birth, he has been immersed in the word "cultivation". He has never cared about the affairs of the Xuanwu family, and he almost never asked about the affairs of the Bahuang Palace.

Even the few Taoist companions were prepared by the family in order to continue their strong bloodline. It can be said that for tens of thousands of years, they have never done anything other than practicing.

Today, when the deadline is approaching, Xuanwu Overlord can't help but have a question in his mind: if he were to start over again, would cultivation really be that important?

In a trance, Xuanwu Tyrant Emperor seemed to turn around and saw Tianyuan Saint Emperor who was being beaten by Madam Hua Diao and Venerable Sha Ling and was unable to withstand it.

Xuanwu Bahuang smiled bitterly and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He had always wanted to defeat Tianyuan all his life, but he was always defeated by him!
Today I finally have a chance. My life may not be as exciting as Tianyuan's, but my death will definitely be more heroic than Tianyuan's!
Because he is one of the three emperors of the human race, the guardian of the human race, and the first emperor to die for the human race!
Thinking of this, Xuanwu Overlord slowly closed his eyes, waiting for death to come!
At this moment, a gray light burst out from a distance, and there was a crackling sound. The evil dragon ancestor hurriedly retracted his dragon claw, but saw a wound on the dragon claw that was so deep that the bone could be seen!
"interesting!
The dragon claws of the ancestor's flesh body are not inferior to the strongest top-grade spiritual treasures. Any spiritual treasure that can break the ancestor's claws must be ranked in the top 18!

Who dares to interfere in the feud between Jiaoyuan Grand Canyon and the human race?
Still not showing up!"

The next moment, a middle-aged man in green shirt appeared beside Xuanwu Tyrant Emperor, carrying the almost exhausted Xuanwu Tyrant Emperor and flew back to Tianyuan City, with the gray guillotine flying beside him. Then he spoke:
"Human race, Qing Yuanzi, greets the three Taoist friends!"

Seeing this, the evil dragon ancestor said with amusement:
“Today is really weird!

First, the kid Tianyuan forcefully broke through to the Mahayana stage, and then a second-rate Mahayana cultivator from the human race appeared out of nowhere. How many abilities do you humans have hidden? Use them all!
Let the ancestors open their eyes too!"

One can imagine the pressure Qing Yuanzi was feeling at the moment. He had originally planned to show up to the human race after Jiang Chuan returned to the human race, so as to avoid causing a conflict with Mo Jianli and damaging the harmony of the human race.

At the same time, it can also prevent the Mayfly Clan from coming to the door, which is why they hide in the Fengyuan Continent and have not come to the human territory for a long time.

But later he heard that the human race had encountered a great disaster and Mo Jianli had not shown up yet, so he had no choice but to come to help, but he did not expect to encounter such a serious situation!
The other side has three first-rate Mahayana cultivators, while his side is composed entirely of the old, weak, sick and disabled. He cannot deal with any one of the three first-rate Mahayana cultivators, let alone all three of them together!
But the situation was critical at the moment, so Qing Yuanzi had no choice but to bite the bullet and say:

“My three fellow Daoists, there are indeed some hidden forces of the human race, which may even exceed your imagination. Fellow Daoists Mo Jianli and Ao Xiao will arrive soon!
If the three Taoist friends withdraw their troops now, we can stop fighting and make peace, and the situation won't get out of hand!"

However, Madam Hua Diao, who was besieging Saint Emperor Tianyuan, used a move called "Thousand Illusions Slash in the Wasteland" to completely break Saint Emperor Tianyuan's dantian, forcing Saint Emperor Tianyuan to completely transform into vast blood and energy, and only then was he able to escape.

However, Saint Emperor Tianyuan's blood and energy were weakened, his vitality was severely damaged, and he even had difficulty standing. He no longer had the strength to fight!
Venerable Sha Ling and Madam Hua Diao immediately flew to the side of Old Ancestor Nie Long and said with a smile, "Stop fighting and make peace? What a joke!

The blood sacrifice hasn't been completed yet, how can we give up and make peace?
Since we can't find the Xuantian treasure, why don't you two races hand over your holy island and the spirit of the horse to us, and then we may consider stopping the war and making peace!"

The ancestor of Nielong also said in a deep voice:

“Mrs. Marten is right!

We have plenty of these wild beasts in our three great deserts. We wouldn't even frown if tens or hundreds of millions of them died. But I wonder how many cultivators in your two races of humans and demons are willing to die?
You humans value credibility, and so do we wild beasts. If the blood sacrifice fails, we will lose our credibility!"

Seeing this, Qing Yuanzi said solemnly:
"In that case, I can only ask the three of you for your advice without overestimating my own abilities!
excuse me!
Qingpan Sword Formation, rise! "

I saw 1808 green swords appearing in front of Qing Yuanzi. Each sword was connected with each other, and a huge sword formation appeared before everyone!
Ancestor Nielong looked at the Qingpan Sword Formation, nodded and said:

"Not bad!
With this sword formation, you should be considered one of the strongest among the second-rate Mahayana cultivators!
However, this level of sword formation may not be enough to deal with the three of us old guys!
Let me show you the true strength of a first-rate Mahayana cultivator!
The wind calamity arises, and the sea of ​​sin surges to the sky! "

The old ancestor of the evil dragon transformed again into a hunchbacked old man in a black robe, without any dragon body to rely on. He just raised his hand, and a black cloud swept over the sky of Tianyuan City!

The black cloud seemed to be filled with sin, as thick as ink, and the Taoism contained therein was evil and powerful!

Looking at the surging sea of ​​evil that was slowly pressing down, Qing Yuanzi's face became extremely solemn, knowing that his Qingpan Sword Formation was most likely no match for the old monster's magical powers. This first-rate Mahayana old monster who had lived for who knows how many years was really not someone to be trifled with!

"Fellow Daoists from both the human and demon races!

Please give me a helping hand! "

Upon seeing this, Tianyuan Saint Emperor once again forcibly gathered his magical power and said in a stern voice:

"Everyone, attack together!
No matter what, we must hold out until the two ancestors return, until a glimmer of hope for our race emerges!"

Upon seeing this, the cultivators of both the human and demon races gathered in Tianyuan City. Thousands of cultivators gathered their magic power together and injected it into the Qingpan Sword Formation! (End of this chapter)