Days Raised by Dragons

Chapter 65

The two turned a detour, and their eyes were refreshed. A temple palace painted with indigo blue paint appeared in front of them.

This small palace is not grand, not even a side hall of Aohong's Dragon King Temple in Nanhai City.

But compared to the closed mountain villages with houses built of yellow mud bricks, this is simply unimaginable... It's like building a Roman Pantheon in the mountains and forests. I don't know how much money and material resources will be spent.

People in the mountain village were reluctant to repair houses, so they built temples.

In front of the temple, a thin figure stood with his hands behind his back. Ao Hong stepped forward and stood beside him, curiously asking, "Who are they offering?"

He must make some complaints... So poor, he didn't persuade the believers to let them live a good life, but let them worship.

Is it really bad for this incense?

Don't know if you want to get rich, build roads first?

"Go and see for yourself." Xiao Feng sneered, quite resentfully in his voice.

Ao Hong was slightly stunned, almost thought that he was the one who made the sacrifice, and he was a little guilty, then he thought about it, no, if it was him, how could there be no telepathy?

He is close, even if it is the Dragon King of the Four Seas, according to the jurisdiction, he should receive the wishes of the believers first.

Ao Hong was sure he didn't feel relieved, so he straightened his back, put his slender index finger and middle finger together, and slid across in front of his eyes, a faint blue halo fluorescence followed his gestures, and stared at the position of his eyes float.

In the next second, Ao Hong was shocked and said: "What..."

In the palace and temple, there is a brass statue, the body of a tiger, a beast and a dragon, coiled on the altar, with its eyes slightly closed, in front of countless believers, kneeling on the ground and bowing their heads before worshiping, extremely pious.

There were all kinds of people, men, women and children, and even babies who were still in their infancy were brought over by their parents, hugged in their arms, and knelt on the futon to salute the god devoutly.

This is in the eyes of the human race, falling into Ao Hong's eyes with divine power, the power of faith hovers upwards and is incorporated into the statue.

The things on the altar were not so majestic, and there were wisps of black air overflowing from his body. As the power of faith continued to pour in, he still made a comfortable sound.

However, it is obviously smaller than the statue on the altar, and has scales similar to the mocking wind covering the fins, and the texture of the scales is much thinner.

Ao Hong was at a loss as to what it was.

Xiaofeng saw his confusion, snorted coldly and said in a low voice: "False God."

Ao Hong suddenly realized that it was like this...

I don’t know where this thing came from, maybe there is some chance to absorb the mana of something, it seems to have eaten the treasure of heaven and earth, ginseng and ganoderma have been enlightened since then, his prototype should be reptiles, and his body looks slender type.

Originally, this kind of thing would be fine as long as the original owner didn't find it.

Once you become a spiritual thing and go up a level, you will naturally become a subordinate staff of the city god or mountain god without a formal appointment letter, just like a temporary worker.

But the difference is that as long as you work hard and protect the people of one side, you can become a full-time employee, escape reincarnation, and become a fairy.

But this is relative. On the contrary, if you don’t pay for your merits and virtues, if you just enjoy yourself and only get in and out, it’s like he hasn’t cultivated his original heart. He does evil here and threatens the local people, asking them to enshrine themselves and shape their own with the power of faith. This type.

Like this false god, if he falls down, even if they don't care about it today, when his spiritual power is stronger, Lei Gong and Dian Mu will come to deal with it when they receive the omen of heaven.

If virtue does not match, there will be disasters.

Ao Hong glanced at the offerings, and they were the best things these villagers could find. Some children stared eagerly at the various dishes and fruits on the table, and couldn't help drooling...they rarely ate them. , all sent to this false god.

Through the thick black mist on his body, it is not difficult to imagine what kind of means he used to make these villagers willing to offer offerings.

"I feel that you are very angry?" No matter how bad his behavior was, he was actually a guy who went astray. Ao Hong rolled up his sleeves and prepared to go forward to clean up, so that his people in the South China Sea would wake up and end this matter.

Ao Hong was emotional, and couldn't help but look sideways at the mocking wind who was clearly exuding an unpleasant atmosphere, and tentatively asked.

"That's right." Xiaofeng replied unhappily, rolling his eyes.

"Isn't the outside of the cave better than the inside?" Ao Hong said casually.

"I'm dissatisfied because he stole my spiritual power, is that okay?" The mocking wind was speechless, what kind of magical low EQ is this, and it hasn't made any progress for many years.

Thanks to his concubine being able to bear him for so long, his mana was supported by mountains outside, but was stolen by thieves inside, and because of the slow replenishment due to sleep, if mana hadn't been exhausted inside and outside, he would have turned into a prototype and found another mountain to rest , farther away from Ao Hong.

It turned out that "something" was a mockery, even though Ao Hong had a thick skin and inadvertently scolded his old friend who had just been stolen, he couldn't help but blush at this moment.

However, his skin is thick and his scales are not thick, so he can't tell it.

Ao Hong can imagine how this thing stole the spiritual power of mocking wind. The cave has been in disrepair for a long time, and the restrictions are slightly damaged. Big things can't get in, but reptiles should be able to.

Reptiles like to cool off, so he went in to rest while walking, and happened to see Xiaofeng, who had turned into a dragon-like posture, breathing very smoothly.

The thing came twice, and found that Xiaofeng didn't want to wake up, but couldn't wake up, so he had other thoughts.

At that time, after the spiritual power chakra was reshaped, the spiritual power had a process of re-gathering. He was one of the dragon sons of Shilong with a majestic dragon shape. He used a huge amount of spiritual power and was greatly affected.

This state has been in this state since the prehistoric period, and this should be the only time. It was his luck that he encountered it, but he did not make good use of it to do evil. The wind...is also his luck.

Ao Hong took a step back silently, put down his rolled up cuffs again, handed over his jurisdiction, politely and humbly signaled to Xiaofeng to handle it by himself.

Xiaofeng is the plaintiff...

Seeing his attitude of not preparing to intervene, Xiaofeng was so angry that he wanted to deal with his own affairs, but he has no magic power now, and even the prototype was put in the Sumeru Ring by Ao Hong.

But in terms of good face, all the dragon clans, whether it's Ao Hong or Longzi, are in the same line. The proud dragon beard can't wait to raise it to the sky.

Xiaofeng couldn't bear to ask for help, so he waved his sleeves and stepped into the temple threshold.

Xiaofeng appeared in the image of the primordial god, the mana was weak and was absorbed by the false god from the same source, and they matched each other. The moment he stepped in, the false god on the god's throne opened his eyes vigilantly .

Standing beside Ao Hong outside the hall, Ling Xi nervously asked, "Don't you need to go in and help him?" From the conversation between the two, he had already heard a thing or two.

Although Xiaofeng's weakness is relative to dragons like them, he may not be able to defeat opponents who have stolen his spiritual power.

"Let them fight first, and we'll go in after a while." Ao Hong said calmly, turning his head to meet Ling Xi's puzzled eyes, and explained honestly: "If I'm too close to this kind of false god, I'll get a little bit of rhinitis. "Sneezing incessantly.

"Okay." Ling Xi calmed down a bit, thinking that Ao Hong had his own measure, and quietly stood beside Ao Hong to watch the mocking wind deal with it.

When the mocking wind came in, it seemed that he was going to smash the scene. He re-transformed into the form of the primordial spirit, and the human race could not see him, but the thing on the altar could see clearly.

He has absorbed it for hundreds of years, of course he knows that he has taken nearly half of it, and the opponent has his own consumption, so he can't beat him, so he licked his scaly claws unhurriedly, and also squeezed his body to enjoy The incense altar winds down.

"It's about to start." Ao Hong stretched his neck and stood outside the hall, suddenly excited, and repeated movements to inject spiritual power into Ling Xi's eyes, so as not to miss the battle of tearing the span.

Although Ling Xi doesn't have such a strong desire to gossip about the Dragon Clan, she still feels like a couple and can't help but look forward with Ao Hong.

If Xiaofeng is like the hundred-eyed giant Argos, with eyes on his back, or part of his spiritual energy to monitor his movements behind him, he probably won't be able to care about fighting the thieves right now, and will turn around and fight Ao Hong who is watching the excitement Ao Hong is even more speechless than his second brother who just sits on the sidelines and only cares about dating.

However, Xiaofeng obviously did not disperse his spiritual power. He focused his attention on the false god entrenched in front of him, and said slowly: "You hand over your spiritual power now, and devote yourself to repenting to help the human race pay for their mistakes for a hundred years. This deity will spare you Life."