Chapter 783

Feng Changqi and the surviving soldiers opened their eyes wide, looking incredible.

How could the wind-winged dragon, which was still mad and slaughtering just now, be easily injured?

A personal soldier noticed something and suddenly shouted loudly, "General, look! It's the Yuanshen statue!"

Feng Changqi cast his eyes and immediately saw a statue standing in the center of the battlefield.

Isn't it what he called a clay statue?

At this time, a voice followed, "I am the lord of Xiaohe City, and I specially invited the Yuanshen statue."

Feng Changqi looked closely and found that it was the lord of Xiaohe City, Mu Chen, a descendant of Mu Tou.

Since the establishment of Dafeng Country, the special status of Xiaohe City has never been shaken.

The position of the lord of Xiaohe City has always been held by Mu Tou and his descendants, and Dafeng Country never intervenes.

Feng Changqi felt bitter in his mouth, "Thank you, Lord Mu."

Mu Chen said calmly, "This giant beast has been subdued by Yuanshen. Please retreat first and rest."

"Xiaohe City has prepared a bed to welcome you."

Feng Changqi wanted to say something else, but his lips moved a few times, and finally he couldn't say anything.

The Yuanshen hasn't been able to show its power for 600 years.

According to the division of 90 years per generation, this is almost seven generations.

It is normal that many people have forgotten the Yuanshen.

He, the strongest man in Dafeng Country, does not believe in Yuanshen, but prefers to believe in Tianlong who often shows his power.

But now...

"It seems that I was wrong..."

Feng Changqi sighed and led the remaining troops to retreat to Xiaohe City for a temporary rest.

Seeing Feng Changqi and others withdraw, Mu Chen said respectfully, "Lord Yuanshen, I will leave first."

A vague voice came from the brilliant golden wheel, "Go."

A moment later, only a brilliant golden wheel and a dying dragon-shaped giant beast were left on the battlefield.

Of course, there are also those who were transformed from soldiers.

But with Chu Xuan's current strength, killing them is just a piece of cake.

After cleaning up the battlefield and confirming that there are no survivors, Chu Xuan put away the Golden Wheel of Merit and came to the dragon-shaped beast.

This beast is more than 500 meters long and is a huge monster.

Even if it falls to the ground, it is like a mountain.

He has compared it repeatedly.

This dragon-shaped beast and the wind-winged dragon, one of the eight dragons, cannot be said to be exactly the same, but at least they are 80% similar.

Considering that there are always discrepancies in the descriptions of gods by people in the world.

Therefore, it can almost be concluded that this crazy dragon-shaped beast is the wind-winged dragon.

Chu Xuan circled around the wind-winged dragon, thinking, "The strength of the wind-winged dragon is about the sixth level of Qi and blood, just as I imagined."

"Its eyes are red, obviously infected with the plague, and completely crazy."

"However, why did it have a moment of clarity after seeing me? And called me the Supreme God?"

"It seems that this plague is not impossible to suppress or expel."

After thinking about it, Chu Xuan took out a set of formation flags and arranged them around the wind-winged dragon.

The wind-winged dragon was already seriously injured, and it would be extremely simple to suppress it with the formation.

It is impossible for it to break free.

Chu Xuan came to the front of the wind-winged dragon and bombarded its mind with his consciousness.

Before he spoke, the wind-winged dragon immediately said, "Supreme God! Supreme God! You are finally here...finally come to save...us!"

Chu Xuan was stunned and immediately guided, "Speak slowly."

The wind-winged dragon seemed to be forcibly suppressing the plague in its body.

After a while, he managed to speak, "Dragon Lord has been fighting against Earth Mother for nearly ten thousand years. Earth Mother is crazy, completely crazy, and the plague has turned it into a monster."

"Dragon Lord fought against it, and was also infected by the plague... We are the same..."

"Four gods came before, healed Dragon Lord's injuries, and suppressed the plague in Dragon Lord's body..."

"But he was eventually killed by Earth Mother, and now Dragon Lord can't hold on..."

"Dragon Lord has been waiting for other gods to come..."

Feng Yilong became more and more excited as he spoke.

His eyes were sometimes clear and sometimes blood red.

He was obviously fighting a fierce battle with the plague.

Chu Xuan was thoughtful.

The moment Feng Yilong saw him, he called him a god.

Combined with his so-called "four" gods.

Obviously, the four gods worshipped by the Longbo people are the gods mentioned by Feng Yilong.

Not surprisingly, these so-called four gods are actually just four members of the ancient monastery.

They practiced spiritual energy, so they could heal Tianlong's injuries and suppress the plague on Tianlong.

But their fighting ability was obviously not strong, so they died in the hands of Earth Mother.

Thinking of this, Chu Xuan asked in a deep voice, "Tianlong, Earth Mother, where are they?"

Fengyilong forced himself to spit out a stone and replied, "Jixi... Longzun will tell you..."

After that, its eyes turned deep red.

The last bit of clarity in the eyes disappeared.

Chu Xuan sighed lightly and activated the formation to completely kill Fengyilong's vitality.

A moment later, the more than 500-meter-long behemoth fell to the ground.

He collected it casually and threw it into the Sky Corpse Tower.

Fengyilong is a sixth-level Qi and blood transformation, equivalent to a body refiner of the fifty-first to sixtieth level.

And the vitality in the body is very useful for his body refinement.

"This is..."

Chu Xuan wrapped it with spiritual power to remove the dirt on the surface of the stone.

It was discovered that it was not a stone, but a scale the size of a human face.

Under the scale, there was a clot of coagulated blood.

It was like it was plucked from the body.

"Could it be the dragon scale of Tianlong?"

Chu Xuan was thinking.

He was about to put it away.

But he heard a faint voice coming from it.

"Come to me... I will give you my power... Only in this way can you kill the Earth Mother..."

"Come to me... Come to me..."

After listening, Chu Xuan raised his eyebrows.

Is this the voice of Tianlong?

But it always feels full of bewitching meaning.

I'm afraid it's a trick!

I can't go!

Chu Xuan restrained the blood-stained dragon scale with his spiritual power and threw it into the Qiankun bag.

He appeared in the Jiyin Cave with a flash and began to refine the huge body of the wind-winged dragon.

As a six-transformation beast of qi and blood, the wind-winged dragon contains extremely majestic qi and blood.

It is far beyond a body refiner of the same realm.

Chu Xuan estimated that after completely refining the wind-winged dragon, his qi and blood would not only enter the fifty-first level, but also very likely break through several small realms.

At the same time.

The news that Feng Changqi, the strongest man in Dafeng Country, was defeated and Yuanshen showed his miracles to subdue the dragon-shaped giant beast has spread quietly.

Especially after many people found that the wind-winged dragon had disappeared, this news was confirmed.

Countless people sang praises to Yuanshen's great achievements, and countless people praised the merits of Yuanshen.

Throughout Dafeng Country, the belief in Yuanshen spread rapidly.

Yuanshen Shengting, as the national religion of Dafeng Country, became more and more stable.

Xiaohe City, as the unique holy city of Yuanshen Shengting, attracted countless pilgrims.

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