Chapter 577: The God of the Dragon
On the beach, there was a breathtaking silence.
At this time, the villagers discovered that on the altar, there was a round dark stone, the stone was not bright, but it was extremely deep, even if it was separated by dozens of zhang, there was also a feeling of unfathomable depth, as if the vast and boundless starry sky.
In the midst of a round of pleasant Sanskrit sounds from the Celts, the blessing ended.
The villagers, who burst into tears with excitement, went home satisfied, and the eyes of the people looked at Celt with great respect.
It was a perfect prayer.
There was never a written record of the appearance of the dragon god in the Celtic written prayers for the blessing of the shaman, and today, hundreds of people throughout the village have seen the dragon god himself in this small village.
Undoubtedly, this is a blessing for the Celts.
No one thought that this religious activity had nothing to do with praying for blessings, but was resurrecting an ancient dragon god, the god of dragons. Of course, even if the Celts know the Tao, they won't mind, because their belief is the god of dragons.
However, it is worth mentioning that if Celt revealed the news of the resurrection of the dragon god, it is likely that it will not achieve the current effect, because, once the human race discovers that the resurrection of the dragon god actually needs their help, then the power of faith is likely to be greatly reduced, especially some rebellious young people, who are likely to disdain.
After the religious ceremony, the villagers went home, and Zhao Yuan arrived at the beach where he had agreed to meet Celtic in advance, but after a while, Celtic came with a cautious face holding the dark oval stone.
"How's it going?" Zhao Yuan looked at Celtic, he wasn't sure if the resurrection was successful, because he hadn't sensed the existence of the dragon god yet, but the dark oval stone had an amazing surging force, as if something was trapped inside the stone and was rampage.
"The dragon soul is scattered and badly injured, and it will take a little time for them to fuse together. Celt gently stroked the dark oval stone, and his face showed a look of obsession and intoxication.
"How long?"
"It won't take much time, soon, soon!"
Celtic had a pair of beautiful eyes, revealing extremely fanatical eyes, and between her hands, the light was shining, and the aura swirled around the dark oval stone.
Looking at the brilliance swirling in the palm of Celtic's hand, Zhao Yuan was secretly shocked that this woman actually used her natal primordial god to give birth to this dark oval stone.
The dark oval stone was nurtured by Celtic's natal primordial god, and the deep and black hole-like constant flow continued to flow, as if it was frantically devouring the vitality of Celtic. Extremely fast......
......
A terrifying scene appeared.
Celtic's beautiful face quickly became very old under the crazy devouring, and the originally round cheeks became like orange peel in just a few breaths, and what shocked Zhao Yuan the most was that Celtic's charming blonde hair turned into snow-white at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye.
If he continues to suck, Celtic is afraid that he will die.
"Celtic!"
Zhao Yuan was shocked and hurriedly reached out to pull, but Celt seemed to be afraid that Zhao Yuan would disturb her, so she actually took a few steps back and shook her head at Zhao Yuan, and her eyes, which had become extremely cloudy, were full of determination.
"Brother Long's memory has been shattered, and he can only be resurrected by using my primordial god to conceive. Celt's originally radiant blue eyes were cloudy, and her melodious voice had become trembling, and the original peerless weathering had disappeared without a trace, turning into an old woman in her last years.
"Why are you so troubled......" Zhao Yuan sighed.
"If Brother Long dies and I live, what's the point. Kyle's body was still shrinking, skinny to the point of skin, his mouth was shriveled, his eye sockets were sunken, and if it weren't for the moving eyeballs, he would have been a skeleton.
"......" Zhao Yuan opened his mouth, but he didn't know what Lu Dao said.
"Brother Long, see you again......" Celtic's eyes were blurred, and he made a tender voice, like an eighteen-year-old girl with a spring in her arms.
Disheveled!
Zhao Yuan was shocked and retreated, and the originally skinny Celtic actually collapsed, like a human form shaped by a pile of powder, suddenly collapsed, and then, the powder that had not fallen to the ground turned into a wisp of green smoke, completely annihilated......
......
Just as Celtic disappeared, a middle-aged man in a snow-white robe suddenly appeared on the beach out of thin air, standing with his hands in his hands, his robe was windless and automatic, and the hunting sound.
The middle-aged man has a long body, his handsome facial features are not angry and arrogant, and his eyes are even more profound, just like the vast night sky, he just stands there quietly, but it gives people a kind of majesty of the mountains, and the heart of reverence arises spontaneously.
"You resurrected me?" The middle-aged stared at Zhao Yuan with deep eyes.
"It's not. Zhao Yuan shook his head.
"Isn't it?" the middle-aged man was stunned.
"It's Celtic. ”
"Celtic ...... Who is Celtic?" The middle-aged man frowned and stared at Zhao Yuan.
"Celtic is Celtic, and I don't know who she is. A wry smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Yuan's mouth, he didn't know the name of the Celtic Circle. Obviously, Celtic represents only a race, not her real name.
"What are you going to do to resurrect me?" the middle-aged man asked after a moment's thought.
"She likes you, she's a dragon with wings. Zhao Yuan smiled bitterly.
"Pterodactyl?" The middle-aged man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, as if he was rejoicing in something.
"Yes. ”
"She's dead?" the middle-aged man glanced around.
"Yes. ”
"What about the owner of the dragon armor on your body?" The middle-aged man's deep eyes suddenly became as sharp as a blade, and his indifferent expression became murderous.
"She is trapped in a waterhole in the Black Forest of the Warcloud Continent, and she wants me to inform you so that you can rescue her. ”
Zhao Yuan's heart was shocked, he didn't expect that the other party could directly see that he was carrying a dragon armor, which was really a bit unbelievable, you must know that Zhao Yuan did not urge the dragon armor.
At the beginning, when Zhao Yuan fought with Sanxian, Sanxian couldn't see that Zhao Yuan was carrying a dragon armor. Immediately, Zhao Yuan was relieved, because the dragon of the Black Forest said that as long as the dragon saw him, he would know about her existence.
Obviously, this dragon and the dragon of the Black Forest are the same family, and they have an instinctive and wonderful sense of dragon armor for each other.
"Take me there. "The middle-aged man doesn't seem to be good at words, or he hasn't spoken for too long, and his speech is not only concise, but also has a strange feeling.
"I can't get out of here just yet. ”
"Bold!"
The middle-aged man drank lightly, and a heavy pressure approached Zhao Yuan, as if the mountain was coming down, oppressing Zhao Yuan out of breath.
Crackling......
Suddenly, Zhao Yuan was so crushed by this pressure that his bones made a burst of poplar-like explosions, and blood actually overflowed from his mouth, ears and nose.
Zhao Yuan hurriedly urged the mental method of "Ten Thousand Enemies", mobilized the strength of the Lingtai World Realm, and resisted the majestic pressure.
"Huh......"
The middle-aged man was stunned, he couldn't imagine that Zhao Yuan, an ordinary cultivator, would be able to withstand his blow.
The middle-aged man did not stop the majestic pressure, snorted coldly, stared at Zhao Yuan with a deep gaze, but kept urging, the force of the heavy pressure became more and more violent, like a huge shackle locking Zhao Yuan, and kept tightening.
Zhao Yuan's proud strong body couldn't move at all, but he didn't beg for mercy, but gritted his teeth and struggled.