Everyone here just saw with their own eyes that Long Qianxu swallowed the dragon pill on Song Shuangxi Song in one gulp, but at this time, Guangmu still had a dragon pill in his hand. Watermark Ad Test Watermark Ad Test

Although Long Qianxu didn't believe it, he also had a bad premonition in his heart, if the dragon pill in Guangmu's hand was real, then what was the one he just swallowed?

At this moment of his reverie, he only felt that his body was extremely hot, and something was about to break through his flesh and fly out.

"What did you make the deity swallow?" Long Qianxu asked.

Guangmu smiled slightly, "The lotus flower of the deity can change into anything in the world, if it is fake, even if it is a real dragon, it will not be able to smell its original taste!" “

After speaking, he put his right hand in front of him, his wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, his fingers moved slightly, and Long Qianqian flew in pain and fluttered in the air.

Okra was safe, and she retreated to the side with Song Shuangxi in her arms, she was injured in the escape just now, and she was embarrassed.

Song Shuangxi asked with concern: "Sister Goddess, does it hurt?" “

She shook her head.

The skin is broken and bleeding, how can it not hurt, she is just not used to showing her weak side in front of children!

Hiromu fell from the sky, his feet lightly stepping on the ground, and the old dragon was being tortured by his spirit lotus at this time. He moved his fingers with great enjoyment, causing the old dragon to wail in midair.

With a bang, lightning streaked across the sky, lighting up the entire island, and it didn't take long for it to rain.

Okra and Song Shuangxi were immediately drenched, but there was nowhere to hide from the rain here, so they stood aside and watched Guangmu deal with the old dragon.

Soon, the old dragon finally lost his strength, fell from the sky, and fell on the grass in front of them, the huge dragon body shook the surrounding woods, and the ground trembled slightly.

"What a fall!" Song Shuangxi shouted loudly: "Let you cheat." Makes it bad, right? I was deceived by my immortal master! “

Seeing his father in such pain, Long Qingyu immediately ran up and begged, "Please show mercy to King Guangmu's subordinates!" “

Guangmu didn't have a good face for Xiao Qinglong, he stood coldly in place and said: "When the Japanese Venerable summoned you to come down in Hexian Village to let you stop the rain, and you used the order of the upper realm to suppress the deity, only you know where the rain came from!" “

That incident has already passed, so he rehashes the old thing and is obedient, as if there is something else hidden in it.

Long Qingyu saw that Guangmu Linglian was still torturing his father, he didn't dare to hide anything, and hurriedly confessed: "That day, because the clan knew that there was a great cultivator in the Yang world, and it happened to be in the area under Qingyu's jurisdiction, so my father was ordered by the clan. I want Qingyu to rain for a month, and the sharpness of the king of wide eyes is enough! “

Okra was also puzzled, at that time, it rained endlessly, and it turned out that the rain was directed by the dragon clan towards Guangmu.

And Guangmu was already jealous and hateful, how could he tolerate others provoking him, so he didn't care whether the other party was a dragon clan or not, and a piece of paper spell summoned the little dragon king who was in charge of the wind and rain order, so to speak, he was also merciful at that time, and only let the little green dragon stop the rain, but the little green dragon used the upper realm to suppress him, and he was angry, so he robbed the little green dragon's wind and rain order, saying that he would pick up the dragon skin to make okra as a dowry; At that time, okra didn't know this, but it was a wide-eyed and fearless heart, and it was impossible to blame it many times??

After listening to Xiao Qinglong's words, Guangmu smiled coldly, "For thousands of years, there are countless gods worshiped by the world, how many gods have declined like Qianji, and your dragon clan has never been forgotten in the fickle nature of the world, you are afraid of the deity, not to be the sharpness of the king, but to test this back, is it Qianji or my Guangmu!" “

Xiao Qinglong asked puzzledly: "Qingyu doesn't understand what you're talking about!" “

"Naturally, you don't understand, your father must not have told you what happened hundreds of years ago!" Guangmu's fingers moved, which made the spirit lotus in Long Qianxu's body no longer trouble, and soon, the huge dragon slowly shrunk and transformed into a black-haired old man.

The old man was wearing a red and blue robe, because he lost the dragon pill, and was tossed by Guangmu for half a night, he looked very embarrassed, and he curled up on the flat ground in front of him, and his body trembled slightly.

Long Qingyu immediately ran over and helped his father up.

However, Guangmu didn't want to, he pressed his fingers down, Long Qian's forehead broke out in cold sweat, and he sat on the ground weakly and moaned: "Ouch?? Ouch??"

Hiromu looked back at the dazed okra and whispered to her, "You always say that the deity is indifferent and accuses me of being extremely cruel to them, so come and see what they did to Chiji back then!" “

After saying that, he took out the dragon pill from his sleeve again and handed it to okra.

Okra hesitated for a moment, reached out to touch the dragon pill, and in an instant, her divine thoughts entered the dragon pill, and with the guidance of a wide eye, she went directly to hundreds of years ago.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and I couldn't tell what time it was, but I felt that the clouds were pressed so low and the wind was blowing.

Okra stood on the hill and saw a group of people moving on the mountainside, they were walking forward with hoes and shovels in their hands, and there was a temple in front of them, and what gods were enshrined in the temple, she couldn't see clearly if it was too far away.

However, she soon floated to the temple with the force that had brought her, and saw that the statue enshrined in the temple was very familiar, and it was confirmed that this was a temple dedicated to the main god of Cheonje hundreds of years ago, and these people seemed to have come to destroy the temple, and they smashed the temple with hoes and shovels, and the idol was broken, and the shrine platform also fell, and the surrounding area was in shambles.

Although he knew that this happened hundreds of years ago, Okra's heart felt as if a sharp knife had been inserted when she saw the statue of the god belonging to Chije collapse.

What is it that makes the world want to smash his temple?

She rushed up and tried to stop them, but these people couldn't see him, and just smashed everything in the temple in one fell swoop, and finally, a fire set the temple on fire!

In the midst of the flames, the anger of the world was vented, and they took their respective men and left the ruined temple.

"Shall we make the hatred of the world more intense?" A voice sounded in Okra's ears, and she suddenly turned around to see the transformed Long Qian clan and two old men standing behind the burning temple.

Soon after, when the people were going down the mountain, a heavy rain poured down, and the rain washed away the way down the mountain, and the earth and rocks rolled down, burying the front of the people underneath, except for a young man, who escaped death in this disaster, and when he ran back to the village, he shouted to the people in the village: "The village chief, they were buried by the mountain flood led by Qianji, and there are no people??" It's all gone??"

So everyone in the village knew. The people in the village who went to smash the Cheonje temple died on the road, and the murderer was Cheonje, who was enshrined in the temple!

"No, it's not him, it's not Chiaki who kills!" Okra tried to tell them the truth, but no one heard her.

A few days later, another village was buried by a flash flood, and stories of Cheoje's revenge spread throughout the world, putting everyone at risk.

People no longer believe that Cheonje is a good god who protects the world, and they hate him, but they are powerless to fight the powerful Chije, and they complain.

That night, Long Qianxu's dream appeared in the dream of the only surviving man, and he said to the man, "The deity can save your lives!" “

The man saw that he had a fairy aura floating on his body, and his temperament was extraordinary, and he must be an immortal in the sky, so he hurriedly knelt down and begged: "Please Daxian quickly save us from fire and water!" We are willing to give everything! “

Long Qianxu smiled kindly: "It's not necessary to give everything, just build temples for me at the entrance of each village, and from now on, you will be blessed by my Shenlong clan!" “

After hearing this, the villagers immediately agreed, so the next day, every nearby village began to build temples for the dragon king, and there was not a single temple left that originally belonged to Qianji.

In a short period of time, the people of the world replaced the god they worshipped, and the destroyed temple of Qianje-kun was nowhere to be found.

Okra had not left in Long Dan's memory for a long time, and she wanted to wait, for that familiar figure to appear here.

Finally, after a few years, that day was beautiful, in the endless queue of believers in the Dragon King Temple, a familiar figure appeared in it, and when the believers dispersed, he came to the statue of the Dragon King, raised his hand and lit an incense, and inserted it in the incense burner.

Soon after. The true dragon incarnation of the Dragon King Temple here appeared, and he couldn't help but say to the visitor: "You have been away for a few years, the world has forgotten you, and now this Qingjiang generation has belonged to my Shenlong clan, if you are fine, please leave!" “

Qianji's face was light, like a cloudy cloud, without wind and waves, he didn't say anything, and in his speechlessness, he didn't see any hatred and resentment.

When Okra saw Chiji at this moment, he suddenly understood why Hirome said that he was merciful, he obviously knew that everything was calculated by the dragon clan behind his back, but he never justified it to the world.

He just stared at the face of the dragon king in front of him, and in the middle of it, he quietly turned around and came out of the dragon king temple, his back was still so thin, and it was distressing to see it.

Okra hurried out and followed him, she missed him so much, she wanted to know what he had experienced in the last days that once belonged to him.

Fortunately, Long Dan's memory, for fear that Qianji would take revenge. So I followed him all the time, so okra could also see the traces of Chije.

After he came out of the Dragon King Temple, he went to the Qingjiang River, where a woman was already waiting.

Okra thought it was Feng Yunyan, but when she got closer, it was not, the woman was dressed in black, she was in her thirties, but her back was still straight, and it could be seen from the yin qi on her body that she was a Feng family.

Jiang Wuzhong stopped in front of the woman, glanced at her lightly, and said with a little loneliness: "In the end, only your Feng family came!" “

The woman leaned down to him and bowed, "No matter how time changes, the Feng family will always worship Qianjijun as the main god for generations!" “

Jiang Wuzhong said softly: "Get up, now I have dispersed the four divine souls, and only this physical body remains, which is no different from a mortal!" “

The woman's face was sad, tears soon rolled in her eyes, and she asked cautiously: "Where is the fairy lord going to go, Qinglan is willing to follow the fairy lord to the death, before and after the saddle??"

"Feng Qinglan, I do have something to entrust to you!"

"Entrusted by the immortal lord, Feng Qinglan must go all out!"

Jiang Wuzhong raised his hand, and there was an extra thing in his palm, which was a red heart with spiritual light.

When Feng Qinglan saw it, her expression was shocked, "This is??"

"It is my heart, the confirmation of my existence!" After Jiang Wuzhong finished speaking, he handed over his heart to Feng Qinglan.

The other party carefully put his heart into a soul bag, and listened to Jiang Wuzhong's explanation: "This thing can't be lost, you need to pass on your life to each other, from generation to generation, until she appears!" “

"She?? Who is she? Feng Qinglan asked.

I don't know if it was Jiang Wuzhong who sensed the thought of okra at that time, he slowly looked in the direction where okra was standing, and said softly: "A Feng family girl with the blood of the most yin, when she is born and becomes an adult, it will be the day when I will reappear!" “

Feng Qinglan heard the key point and hurriedly asked, "Immortal Master, where are you going?" “

Jiang Wuxian looked at the vast river in the distance, took a deep breath, and did not answer anything, but walked towards the river.

"Immortal Lord??" Feng Qinglan got up from the ground, she wanted to chase after her, but when she saw the back of the immortal lord, she realized that no one in this world could change the immortal lord's decision, so she could only cry and watch Jiang Wuzhong go towards Qingjiang.

Okra saw Jiang Wuzhong walking farther and farther, she chased after him sadly, and shouted his name in her mouth: "Wuzhong!" No weight! No weight??"

Knowing that he couldn't hear her voice, she still chased and shouted, just to see him again.

In this way, she followed Jiang Wuzhong into the river, although her mind was here, she felt the coldness of the river, and realized that it was a winter day.

It turned out that he sank the river on such a cold winter day, and this sinking is three hundred years!

"Don't chase after me!" Suddenly, the man in front turned his back to her and said this.

Okra slammed her footsteps, and the river was already flooding her thighs.

"You?? Can you see me? She asked.

"I've made myself so wide-eyed that I can't see you!"

"And how do you know I'm here? How can you hear me? “

Jiang Wuzhong didn't answer her, only admonished her: "The river is very cold, go back, go back to the world that belongs to you!" “

With that, he continued to walk into the river, his front getting deeper and deeper, and his robe floated on the water, open like a lotus flower.

Seeing this scene, Okra felt very uncomfortable, this is the Jiang Wuzhong she knew, no matter when, he never poured his pain on others, he was like a lotus blooming in the sludge, no one could reach him.

"Jiang Wuzhong, my name is Okra, you have to remember, my name is Okra, I will wait for you, I will wait for you in three hundred years, you must come, you must come!" Okra shouted loudly as he looked at his voice that was gradually submerged by the river, and when she woke up from the dragon pill, there was still a picture of Jiang Wuzhong's final sinking in the river in front of her.

"Sister Goddess? Sister Goddess, are you awake? Song Shuangxi's voice.

She opened her eyes and saw herself lying in Guangmu's arms, thinking that her body was weak and fell down when her mind entered the dragon pill just now.

Guangmu looked at her with complicated eyes, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but couldn't say it, raised his hand to wipe her face with his sleeve.

Only then did okra realize that her face was full of tears, and she was suddenly a little embarrassed, and quickly came out of Guangmu's arms.

She coughed lightly and said to Long Qingyu: "I saw in your father's memory of Long Dan that hundreds of years ago, in order to be respected by the world, the dragon clan did not hesitate to create disasters and blame Qianjijun!" “

After hearing this, Long Qingyu was a little surprised at first, but then he was relieved, lowered his head, and couldn't say a word.

It can be seen that Long Qingyu naturally knows what their clan has done, and he also understands why Guangmu wanted to take away his wind and rain order that day, it turned out that it was not only because of the dragon clan's shilling wind and rain that Guangmu was provoked, but because of these old grievances hundreds of years ago.

It's just that Qianjijun hundreds of years ago was merciful, even if he knew why the world abandoned him and who was calculating behind it, he didn't move.

He seemed to have really seen through the coldness of the world, and he had no intention of fighting with the dragon clan, he left his heart to Feng Qinglan, the Feng family who was finally willing to follow him, and voluntarily sank into the Qingjiang River.

And three hundred years later, the dragon clan did not know who the person who occupied this body was, they thought that it was still the Qianjijun who went to the Dragon King Temple three hundred years ago without saying a word, not fighting or grabbing, so as soon as they heard that he was alive, they made the wind and rain come to set up a horse; Who knows, if you provoke a wide-eyed who is ruthless and unintentional, you will immediately settle the new account and the old account together!

Guangmu knew that the dragon clan was cunning, and when Long Qian was infected by the dragon son with false intentions, he took the initiative to ask Song Shuangxi to ask for the dragon pill. Guangmu guessed that this old dragon must not be sincere, so he planned to change the spirit lotus into a dragon pill, deceived the old dragon's ears and eyes, and after he swallowed the spirit lotus, he waited for the old dragon to show his true face.

The reason why he didn't do it first was because he wanted Okra to see with his own eyes how ridiculous her insistence on kindness was!

At this time, Okra also understood everything, and she could no longer have any sympathy for the old dragon's suffering, compared to it, the dragon clan was especially hateful to Jiang Wuzhong back then!

At this time, that thousands of years. The old dragon, who looked at the world with his nostrils, had been tortured by Linglian, but he did not beg for mercy.

Guangmu waited impatiently, and resolutely said: "Since the self-esteem of your dragon clan is more important than your life that has been cultivated for five thousand years, then the deity will satisfy you!" “

With that, he raised his hand to attack the old dragon.

"Please also ask for mercy from King Guangmu's subordinates!" Long Qingyu snorted and knelt down in front of Guangmu.

The two people next to him looked a little surprised, but they didn't interrupt.

Guangmu looked at Xiao Qinglong proudly, and said coldly: "I promised okra that day to leave you a small life, the deity said not to lie to her, and this statement is also counted now, but your father's life, the deity does not want to stay!" “

Long Qingyu begged anxiously: "My father has been." Qing Yu is willing to repay him! “

"You?" Guangmu raised his eyebrows, and said with great disgust: "Your wind and rain order, your father's dragon pill are all in the hands of the deity, you are just a thousand-year-old dragon, what is the use of the deity?" “

Long Qingyu is indeed a defeated general under Guangmu, he knows that his Taoism is not worth mentioning in front of Guangmu, but he can be disliked like this, and he is really uncomfortable, but because he is worried about his father's life, he whispered: "Qingyu is weak, but it is not completely useless, the last time in Hexian Village, it was I who saved Feng Chushou, I can also cook and lead the horse, I??"

"Okay, you say this, the deity doesn't need it!" Said ruthlessly.

Long Qingyu was very anxious, so he had to look at the okra, he knew that Guangmu was ruthless, but he only listened to the words of the wind okra, so he wanted the okra to help him intercede.

But when he thought that his father had only used okra once, and he was going to kill her, he guessed that okra might not be able to speak, so he gave up, and he said sadly: "Qingyu can't save my father, I want to go with him!" “

"Huh!" Guangmu quipped: "Is it still a filial dragon?" “

Long Qingyu did not say a word.

Seeing this, okra was also moved by him, although his father Long Qianxu was indeed a bastard, but this dragon son was not bad.

Okra couldn't change the kindness after all, and she reached out from behind Hirome and tugged at his sleeve.

"Why?" Guangmu asked unhappily, but he already knew what she was going to say!

"Is it okay??"

"No, you can't!" The answer is clear!

Okra knew that every time she begged him to do something, it was not his will, and a little guilt rose in her heart, so she opened her mouth and said to him: "I'm sorry, Hirome! “

Hirome's face changed slightly, and he asked puzzledly, "What are you sorry for?" “

You are not ashamed of the okra, and you know that you are sorry?

"I just feel sorry for you and want to say it to you!"

"Huh!" He sneered again: "After I'm sorry, I have to intercede for that dragon turtle again?" Then you're sorry for this extra move, the diaphragm should come to the deity! “

"Where can it be!" Okra smiled flatteringly, and couldn't bear to glance at the little green dragon kneeling on the ground. Still cheekily pleaded: "Or, for the sake of Xiao Qinglong's filial piety, let Long Qian's life go first?" “

Wide-eyed glanced at her, and guessed that she would still open her mouth to ask if she said it.

Okra also knew that her request was a bit excessive for Hirome, and she hurriedly explained: "I think that although the dragon clan is difficult and dangerous, not all dragons are like this, you see, the little green dragon is different from his father, if we kill the dragon Qianxu, he must not live, in this world, there is finally a real dragon like the little green dragon." It's gone, it's a pity??"

Guangmu listened patiently to her speech, picked up the key points and repeated: "Let? “

Okra was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted and said, "Yes, let's! Aren't we family? Right! “

Guangmu raised his head, still in that lofty posture, but a smile appeared on his face, he looked at the little green dragon kneeling on the ground and the old dragon who was still wailing and said: "Since she said that it is a pity that you are dead, then the deity will spare your father's life, but his dragon dan deity accepted it, and you, Long Qingyu, from now on, will serve the phoenix okra as the master, you may do it?" “

Okra hurriedly refused: "He is the little dragon king, how can he serve me as the master, no, no!" “

Guang Mu swept over with displeasure, "In that case, it's easier to kill Long Qianxu for a hundred times!" “

"Qing Yu is willing to serve Feng Okra as the mainstay, Qing Yu is willing!" Long Qingyu said sincerely.

Okra was taken aback, and hurriedly lowered her voice and said, "Little Qinglong, you don't need to be like this!" “

Long Qianxu also heard his son's words, and he said with great remorse: "Qingyu, how can my Shenlong clan serve others as the master, father??" Father, but beg to die! “

Guangmu said coldly: "Your son wants you to live, you will live well, it is your son who voluntarily serves Feng Okra as the Lord, and it is not you, you can still be your Xiangjiang Dragon King here, as long as you keep to yourself in the future, the deity will not embarrass you!" “

After speaking, he hooked his fingers, and the spirit lotus came out of the old dragon's body, existed in the palm of his hand, and turned around and went to the other side!

Okra still wanted to ask him, so he caught up, "Hirome??"

"Huh?" Hiromu paused, glancing at her with brilliant eyes.

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