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The Prophet's expression was unusually solemn, and there was a little fear in his heart.

So far, even the original Soul King has not brought him so much pressure.

Could it be that the young man in front of him is stronger than the Soul King?

He didn't know that Feng Liu could compete with the powerhouses of the Peak Emperor, and he was the lord of the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty!

"Where is her child?"

Feng Liu spoke directly, but the prophet turned his head and said with a strong confidence: "That child is the son of the devil, and he is a sacrifice that the gods and goddesses want by name. If it is handed over to you, then the gods will be angry, and everyone will die because of it!"

"I'm thinking about the people of our village, no matter who you really are, please don't meddle in the affairs of our village. ”

Feng Liu suddenly laughed, and said coldly: "In the whole world, there is nothing I can't manage! Don't talk about your small village, even if it's your county dynasty, no one dares to say a word if I want to take care of it!"

The prophet was stunned for a moment, wondering if he had provoked some powerful character this time.

Those who dare to say such things must be subordinate to the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty.

In addition to the lord of Wenchang, who dares to say that?

But after taking a closer look at Feng Liu, he felt that he was not the same age.

This can only be said that this prophet is really a little too ignorant, a frog at the bottom of a well, and thinks that he has seen a lot, but in fact it is nothing.

In his eyes, the city lord of Wenchangguo County was already a top person.

As for the name of the sealed stream, he had only heard of it, and it only existed in legends, and he had never thought about it.

"You don't want to talk nonsense here, leave our village quickly, if you anger the gods, even if you die ten thousand words will not be enough to calm the wrath of the gods!"

The prophet looked like a sanctimonious man, and he spoke righteous words.

However, Feng Liu didn't care at all, and walked directly half a step forward, and said in a cold voice: "Divine anger?

As he spoke, Dugu Xian stood up, his right hand was outstretched, and the golden Heavenly Dragon Token appeared in his hand.

"He is the current saint of the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty, the Merry Emperor, why don't you kneel down quickly?"

"Your Majesty...... Your Majesty?"

Tie Niu's voice stammered, looking at Feng Liu, his legs were weak and he immediately knelt down.

And the villagers behind him also knelt down one after another when they saw this, "Meet Your Majesty, long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

Although they have lived in the village for a long time, they can also know through the news of the county town that the Wenchang Kingdom is subordinate to the Tianlong Dynasty.

Moreover, I have heard a lot of rumors about the saints today.

Many people know that Feng Liu often makes private visits to micro-services, and even the ministers under his command don't know.

Could it be that this time the emperor has come to them?

For a moment, the prophet was also panicked.

Especially when he saw the Eastern Emperor Zhong Martial Spirit behind the sealed stream, as well as the Heavenly Dragon Token in Dugu Xian's hand, his heart was even more flustered.

But he knew that even if he knelt on the ground and begged for mercy now, he was afraid that he would die, so it was better to think of other ways to survive.

Immediately, he roared at the villagers behind him: "What are you all doing on your knees? This is a fake at all, the token in her hand is forged, don't believe their words! They are sent by the devil to kill our village, aren't you afraid of the wrath of the gods?"

"Fake?"

Tie Niu raised his head a little dazedly, but after seeing Feng Liu's cold eyes, he couldn't raise his head because of the terrifying aura.

"Oh, didn't you say you could communicate with the gods? So, now I'm asking you, you've asked the gods, when are you going to die?"

The Prophet was stunned, a little puzzled.

But the next moment, I saw a blood-colored brilliance appear in front of me.

Burst......

The hand qi knife fell, and blood splattered out.

The Prophet's head was raised high, and fear was deep in his pupils.

The headless corpse fell to the ground, kicking up countless dusts.

Liu ruthlessly waved his hand, and the flames burned, and under the Nine Nether Fire, the corpse was quickly burned into ashes.

Feng Liu, on the other hand, looked at these frightened and trembling villagers, and said coldly: "He said that he was a prophet, did you believe it? Now he doesn't even know when he died, and you are willing to believe him?"

"Who is a true prophet in this world, and what is a true god? If the gods really want to destroy our home because of this woman's child, then such a god is not worthy of anyone's fear!"

Originally, Feng Liu felt haunted because of Xiaoxiao's affairs, although Xiaoxiao was not dead, but her fate was only afraid that it was not much better than death.

Now that he has encountered this kind of thing that makes him angry, it has aroused the anger in his heart even more.

"Remember, if you want to live, then you have to rely on your own hands, one step at a time, instead of believing that gods that do not exist at all can protect you. It is true that her child was born from the outbreak of the disaster, but this does not mean that it was the child who brought the disaster. ”

Rather, the child brings hope for a new lease of life. Life comes back in cycles, and life goes on and on. Destruction comes with new life, and this is what happens all the time in this world. The birth of this baby from destruction does not mean that he is a child of demons, but rather a symbol of new life. ”

Feng Liu looked at them, and under the glance of his eyes, no one dared to raise his head.

"I don't blame you for being fooled by this so-called prophet, after all, you have lived in this village for generations, and you need a certain amount of spiritual support. But who is a human being and who is a demon when he even does such a thing as sacrificing a living person?"

With that, Tie Niu hurriedly got up and rushed out.

After a while, he walked out with a baby in his arms.

When the woman saw it, she immediately pounced and hurriedly held the baby in her arms.

Then, I heard the baby's crisp cry, which resounded through the mountains and forests.

"Your Majesty......"

Liu ruthlessly hugged Feng Liu and said in a low voice: "This time, it's really right for us to come out." ”

"The injustices of this world will never be resolved, just as night and day are opposed, and neither is indispensable. If there is no darkness, how can light shine?"

Feng Liu knew he couldn't solve all the troubles, but he tried to do it.

He walked up to the woman, looked at the baby who was still crying, and whispered, "Can you let me hug me?"

The woman was stunned, and the iron bull next to her hurriedly said: "You still don't agree, why are you stunned? This is Your Majesty today, this is the supreme glory!"

Hearing this, the woman quickly let go.

Feng Liu smiled and shook his head, holding the baby in his arms.

It is not heavy, but it contains the vitality of life.

"Does he have a name now?"

"I didn't ...... The child's father died early, and he ...... before he could choose a name."

"What's that last name?"

The woman blinked and said softly, "The surname is Chen." ”

"Then let's call Chen Xinsheng. Feng Liu held the baby high, "It symbolizes the rebirth of life, and also symbolizes the rebirth of Central China!"

(End of chapter)

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