From Banbian Mountain to the nameless village, it was about two or three miles.

Pan Long was protecting a group of trembling villagers in the wind, and before he entered the village, he saw the huge head.

It is generally more like a snake, but there is a short single horn in the middle of the forehead, a few whiskers on both sides of the jaw, and a significant bulge in the nose.

As the villagers said, the head was ridiculously large, taller than the tallest house in the village, and even taller than the tree near the entrance of the village that had built a hut on top of it and used as a lookout.

Even though it is dead, it still exudes a palpitating aura, a powerful and hostile form of life that is a natural coercion of weak creatures.

Pan Long understood at a glance that if he didn't get rid of this head, there was indeed no way to live in this village.

Unless it is a martial arts person who has practiced martial arts, boiled his muscles and bones, and tempered his strong will with blood and sweat, ordinary people near this head, it is certain that they can't eat and sleep well, and it is not surprising to be restless, even if they are forced to eat by themselves, they will have indigestion, and even if they are very tired and fall asleep, they will be awakened by nightmares.

It won't be long before they are scared to death by this coercion.

He looked at the frightened faces of the villagers and did not dare to move forward, sighed, and led them to find a large rock that could shelter from the wind, and let them hide behind the stone.

"You guys are here, don't move. He advised, "I'll find a way to get this head out so that you can go home in peace." ”

With that, he walked into the village and went straight to the huge head.

When I got closer, I realized that this head was really ridiculously big. Not to mention, the whiskers on his chin alone were almost as thick as his wrists.

Pan Long estimated that if this guy was still alive and opened his bloody mouth, it was estimated that two or three hundred people could be swallowed in one bite.

"What a big monster!" he couldn't help but sigh, "With such a huge body, I don't know how many years I've been cultivating." As a result, just because of the battle of will, how many years of cultivation were in vain, and immortality became a bubble...... It's a pity!"

As he spoke, he reached out to see if he could flip his head.

It's absolutely impossible to move it away, but if you flip it all at once, turn it over a few rounds, and you won't just roll it to the side.

With the size of this head, as long as it rolls ten or eight times, it can leave the village far away, and the villagers do not need to be afraid.

His hand had just touched his skull when he suddenly felt a cool breath come from his palm to his arm, and then quickly flow into his mind.

The scene in front of him suddenly became hazy, only to see a vast mist, and then the fog dispersed, but it was a magnificent scene of mountains and flowing water.

The surrounding landscape transforms into a landscape of steep mountains, in which streams converge and eventually form a rushing river that flows from the foot of the mountain into the distance.

"What is this?" he couldn't help but ask.

A hazy voice sounded in his head.

[This is the source of the Baiyun River, mortals call it the source of the Yunhe, the local natives call it the Tianhe, the old man has practiced here for 4,500 years, as early as the era of the Tianxiong Dynasty, he has been respected as the local river god. 】

"Who are you?" Pan Long asked in surprise.

[The old man is the big monster you just sighed about 'how many years of practice have been wasted'. However, the old man is not a monster, but a dragon species, named Golden-eyed. Born with a pair of sharp eyes, he can see the mineral deposits underground. In the past, Emperor Jiazi founded the country, and the old man also helped him explore the mines and got the official title of 'Kyushu Exploration'. Among the demon gods in the world, the old man can be regarded as a thin and vain name. 】

"You...... Are you still alive?"

[Dead.] It's just that he is still relying on some residual mana to survive. 】

"Then you tell me this, is there something you want me to help with?"

[That's right. I have limited mana, long story short. Now that the old man only has a wisp of remnant soul left and has not been cut off, if you are willing to help send the remnant soul of the old man back to Yunheyuan, all the treasures collected in the old man's Dragon Palace can be given to you as a reward. 】

“...... Do you need me to send your head back as well?"

[The corpses or something, they are all things outside the body, you can send the old man's remnant soul back. 】

Pan Long hesitated for a moment and did not agree.

The two dragon gods asked him to help transport the corpses back to the East China Sea, and the river god of Yunheyuan also asked him to help send the remnants back to their hometown. I don't understand why they all ask me for help, but I can tell that I can help them.

And it's a crucial busy.

But do you want to do this favor yourself?

Because his intuition did not have the slightest warning, he was not worried that it would be harmful to him, but he was only willing to help the kind.

Judging from the majesty of this head, this demon god was not kind or anything like that in his lifetime - otherwise it should not be so powerful. Moral beings, but all moral demons, even if they have power, should not be born like this.

Looking at the style of those East China Sea demon soldiers, you can know that the two dragon gods are people of good character, and Pan Long is willing to help them.

But the demon god in front of him ...... Pan Long didn't really want to help him.

His mind was spinning, and before he could answer, he heard a sigh.

This sigh is full of desolation and despair, as well as deep regret.

The old man has never cared about the life or death of mortals, but he didn't expect that when it came to life and death, the person who could save the old man would be better than this!]

In the past, Duke Wen advised me to 'be considerate of people's hearts is the heart of heaven', but I only felt that he was pedantic. Now I know that what Gong Wen persuaded was a golden and jade good word!]

[Things gather by like, people by groups. How can a person with merit be moved by the interests of the people and save the evildoers!]

[I regret it, I regret it!]

The sigh gradually deepened, and the cool meaning in his mind slowly dissipated, Pan Long's eyes were hazy again, and when he was clear, he still saw the huge head.

But in the closed eyes of this head, two lines of blood and tears flowed.

Blood and tears flowed, turning into dozens of bright rubies the size of thumbs, which clanged and fell to the ground.

As the gem landed, the huge head suddenly melted, seeping into the ground like a stream of water, and disappeared in an instant.

Not only that, but the blood water on the ground, which had almost formed a lake, also quickly penetrated deep into the ground, disappearing without a trace, and there was no trace in sight. Even the pit that the skull had smashed out of the ground quickly regrown, and it looked unusual.

Where the river god's dragon head landed, there were only dozens of rubies.

Pan Long picked up the gems in surprise, but heard the old voice again.

[Once wanton, disdainful of the destiny of the people. Now that I am lucky, I know that there is a basis for retribution. The number one hatred in life is nothing more than this, and there is no regret for it!]