"It's time to act!"

Pan Hao's eyes were deep and he said in a deep voice.

I saw that behind Pan Hao at this time, a chaotic aura appeared, and in the chaos, there were more than a dozen small worlds rising and falling, and there were gods in them to suppress the heavens and the earth, sacred and magnificent. At this time, countless breaths were stirring in the chaos, and there were divine patterns flickering in the chaos, turning into divine thunder, boom!

With the emergence of the small world, a deity that exudes an ancient atmosphere was born in the small world, and a scholar wearing Confucian clothes, with a gentle appearance and a heroic atmosphere, slowly came out of the depths of the world holding ancient books.

On another island, there is a sacred bamboo rooted and swaying, and a man wearing a purple robe and a jade crown is sitting on top of the purple lotus, with an indifferent expression. A majestic and magnificent mountain peak, a dragon's head and a human body, as high as a hundred zhang, and the terrifying breath of the gods are swallowing clouds and spitting mist......

In just a few breaths, dozens of small worlds were born in the chaos, plus the eighteen small worlds opened up earlier, there were exactly a hundred small worlds, and a full hundred clones with different appearances and abilities were born. At the same time, the three thousand spells of the gods have been repaired by more advanced divine patterns, and now the doppelganger has enough eight-layer combat power of the deity, although it may be insufficient in the face of the Venerable Law, but it can be said that there is no pressure to crush the power of the primordial gods.

"I'm tired of all the Taoist friends!"

Pan Hao snorted.

The clones of the small world densely packed in the chaos behind him suddenly bowed: "It should be like this!"

As soon as the voices of many doppelgangers fell, they instantly rose to the sky, with the Great Song Kingdom as the center, turning into rainbow light in all directions, and falling all over the Southern Wilderness.

There was a drought in the Southern Dynasties, and at this time, when there was a great drought, thousands of miles of red land, the fields were dry and cracked, and the scorching sun was in the sky. Burning the earth. At this time, there are the emperors of the Southern Dynasty to worship in the Changjiang River, at this time the Changjiang River is dry, the riverbed is exposed, the emperor of the people on the nine-zhang high altar weeps bitterly and condemns his body, and petitions for the rain for all the people.

The ministers below sighed that the Southern Dynasty had been in drought every year for three consecutive years, and the emperor also sacrificed every year, but it had no effect, but the people were full of resentment. It is believed that the son of heaven has no virtue, resulting in a great drought in the world.

"If it doesn't work this time, I'm afraid the Son of Heaven needs to be transposed!"

"The voice of the Eighth Emperor of the DPRK is getting higher and higher!"

The minds of the ministers below turned and turned, and their hearts were filled with strange thoughts.

Oh!

Suddenly, in the middle of heaven and earth, a dragon roar that shook everyone, like the sound of gold and jade, sounded. With the sound of the dragon's groan, the sky above the originally clear sky suddenly became cloudy, and the sky was ten thousand miles away. The dark clouds gathered, accumulating thicker and thicker, and I saw this figure showing a scale and half claws in the clouds, which was extremely huge. Like a mountain.

The figure is winding and circling, huge and boundless, and the eyes are like stars, deep and dark. Looking down at the crowd below him. However, where everyone couldn't see, at this time, on the opposite side of the dragon, there was also a five-clawed golden dragon with a size of more than ten zhang looking at the dragon.

The Southern Dynasties were a small country. Although he also has the personality of a human emperor, the condensed true dragon qi is much thinner, not even as good as the crown prince of the Great Song Kingdom, but it also has a huge deterrent effect on the monks.

"Fortunately, this is not the imperial capital, and the cultivation of the deity has risen greatly, but I am not very afraid of such a little golden dragon!"

Pan Hao's doppelganger eyes looked down, and he couldn't help but think secretly in his heart.

"The Son of Heaven of the Southern Dynasty, I am the Dragon King of the Heavenly Court, who governs the waters of the world, today I heard your sacrifice in the dark in the Heavenly Court, and I thought of the people of the Southern Dynasty, and the Lone King will help you!"

The dragon's voice was loud and rumbling like thunder. The giant dragon did not wait for the Southern Emperor to react, and the dragon's tail swung into the clouds and mist, and the raindrops began to fall, gradually forming a majestic rain.

"Shenlong rains! It's raining! The Southern Dynasty is saved!"

"It's a pity that it's been smelling rootless for three years, and it's finally raining today!"

"Dragon King!

"God bless the Southern Dynasty!"

The ministers and the people below were already kneeling on the ground, and at this time, they knelt down three times and knocked nine times, crying bitterly.

"The Dragon King has mercy on my Southern Dynasty, and this heavy rain will definitely shape its golden body, in the name of the Divine King!"

The Human Emperor couldn't help but fall to his knees at this time, his voice trembled, and he shouted in his mouth.

In the sky, Pan Hao's doppelganger shook dramatically, and a god position in his body was slowly taking shape, although it was still transparent and empty, but it exuded a magnificent atmosphere, this god personality was by no means something that the small Southern Dynasty could establish, and it was necessary to work hard to quickly spread the name of the god, so that the people of the Southern Wilderness and even the main world knew that this kind of god position could be officially formed.

Oh!

As the dragon's roar began to rise, the heavy rain spread more and more widely, the bare riverbed of Changjiang gradually filled with water, and the dry fields were also recovering......

On the other side, an ordinary village, which was originally a farmer and a weaver, and where chickens and dogs smell each other, is rarely populated at this time, exuding a dull and decaying appearance.

A man dressed in Confucian clothes, with a gentle appearance and an ancient book in his hand, passed by here, searched for a long time, only to see a trembling old man on crutches open the door of the house and come out, seeing the man couldn't help but be frightened and said: "Young man, don't leave quickly, this village is ominous, many people died tragically, and now only we old immortals are left waiting for death, you don't run away quickly!"

"Ominous? Isn't there a demon doing it? Old man, there are demons doing it, why don't you ask the god to suppress it?"

The scholar spoke softly and said suspiciously.

"Shenjun, if you don't hear of it, what's so strange about it?"

When the old man heard what the scholar said, he suddenly asked strangely.

"Buzhou Shenjun, legend has it that Buzhou Mountain is transformed by the gods and demons of the Open Heaven, but the sky does not fall. The god of the Zhou Dynasty is the god of the mountains, the head of the mountain gods, who governs the mountains of heaven and earth, and the priesthood can protect the peace of one side and suppress the ghosts and ghosts. ”

"There is a picture scroll in the book in the scholar's hand, and the old man hangs it in the room, burns incense and worships sincerely, which can naturally drive away demons!"

The young scholar said as he took out a picture scroll of the Divine Monarch from the ancient book in his hand and gave it to the old man.

The old man took his hand, and immediately felt warm in his body and mind, only to feel that there was a trace of warm light enveloping him in the picture scroll, washing his body and mind. Just when the old man came back to his senses and wanted to look for the scholar, he saw that the scholar had disappeared.

......

"I don't want me Shen San to think that he is extremely smart, and I don't want to be deceived by the best brother to get ten thousand family wealth, haha!"

A distraught young man stumbled along the side of the road, looking like he was in a frenzy.

"Young man, why be so pessimistic, although the family wealth is gone, don't you still have this healthy body? Your ancestors started from scratch, and your descendants may not be impossible!"

At this time, a middle-aged man dressed in brocade clothes and holding a crystal clear jade Ruyi touched his beautiful beard and admonished.

"Who are you, how easy it is to say it, how difficult it is to start from scratch, how many of a million people can accumulate such wealth. ”

The young man sat on the ground and said angrily.

"Haha, if you can do me a favor, how easy it is to make money, how about I give you a cornucopia!"

The middle-aged man in brocade clothes smiled heartily: "As for who I am, the lord of gold and jade in the sky, and the blessings of all the people on earth." You can call me the God of Wealth!" (To be continued......)