"roar!"

Qinglong Long Xiazi kicked his longan and swung his tail, quietly setting a distance with the six-winged sword angel.

Her power is certainly powerful.

But compared to the pure blood supreme myth, it is so meaningless after all.

Xing wanted to suppress her, but it was only a matter of being able to win.

"The chaotic situation within the Dagan Dynasty improved."

"The dragon and the angel army are responsible for the end of the storm. Within ten days, the riots may be completely quelled."

The thoughts of apricot are conveyed, Bai Wushen ponderes.

Suddenly, when he heard Long Xiazi's voice sound like thunder, he shouted:

"Son of the Holy Son, you may have become a thorn in the eyes of the evil spirit."

"After discussion, I am going to build an exclusive Holy Dragon Temple in the Dagan Dynasty. I wonder what you think?"

"Would you like to stay here forever?" Bai Wushang was quite surprised.

This is Qinglong, who can be ranked at the top of the food chain among the Holy Beast Kings, is actually willing to do such a cool job that kills time.

"Roar! Now is not the same as before! Now is not the same as before!"

Long Xiazi said with her pure dragon language:

"The Holy Son has taken off, you need more followers and more supporters."

"What's more, the big fights are repeated and repeated, and they are constantly invaded by evil spirits."

"If it were normal times, at least the second-generation ancestor clone would be sent to take charge. Now I am guarding it. It is already a use of small talents and it is extremely embarrassing."

"Sir Pope, the Holy Court is also preparing to establish the first "Pope Hall" in the Dakan Dynasty, as your palace and as the guardian here."

The six-winged black bird holy angel Qi Feilai, said calmly:

"Related matters have been implemented. It is expected that the number of permanent angels in the future will not be less than twenty, and there will be at least two kings of angels who will be in charge for a long time."

"It's a good job." Bai Wushang was not polite this time.

The big fighter suffered a sudden disaster, and his already weak core combat power was mostly killed or injured.

Ecologically, it is probably also bleak wind and rain, and snow is swaying wind, just like the sudden arrival of winter.

Without external intervention, the surviving people and extraordinary sects either lived in poverty or were forced to live in other dynasties.

This will lead to a great slaughter of vital energy, and will die in name only.

Any turmoil that you will be broken and completely removed from the seventh domain.

This is a result that Bai Wushang absolutely does not want to see.

Therefore... Zulongting and Holy Court spared no effort to take the initiative to help him, which would make him feel a heartwarming touch.

It was not vague at the moment. Bai Wushang scratched a lot of things out of the storage ring and piled them into a 360-meter-high mountain.

"These treasures are used as the start-up capital for the reconstruction of the dynasty."

"I will divide it into three, one for the Holy Dragon Temple, the second for the Pope Temple, and the third for the royal family... Well, Ranran, I will give it to you directly."

"This... is such a big deal!" Long Xiazi widened her eyes, a little shocked.

Bai Wushang didn't have much joy, reminding him that this was the resource seized from the evil spirit, and he just went around and got his own wool back.

"Alas, it is taken from heaven and earth and given back to heaven and earth, but the dead creatures are slowly forgotten in memory..."

The six-winged black bird sighed, took away one-third, and promised: "What we can do is just remedy as much as possible."

"As for the torture and suffering brought by disasters, they can only be cured through time..."

"Look forward! The Holy Son cut through the night sky like a meteor, and he will definitely defeat the evil spirits and fall into a flood!"

Long Xiazi sucked in the storm and then swallowed one-third of it, and the dragon roared and shook the sky:

"With additional resources, I will invite the patriarch of the Dwarf tribe to build a stronger national protection formation for the big fight!"

"Son of the Holy Son, I will leave for a few days. With you in charge, you will definitely be fine!"

"Okay, I get it."

Bai Wushang agreed and flew to the ground.

Looking at a group of generals, scholars, and knights with cramped expressions, I felt a little uncomfortable.

"Not hurt, you're promising..."

"Sword slashes the Holy King, turning the tide, my Shanhai Academy... comes out of a strongest man?!"

The speaker is a skinny old man.

Bai Wushang looked in the sound and sighed behind his back.

Luo Chen, the dean of Shanhai College, used to be old, but had a childish face and a very good mental outlook.

Now, he is really old.

The eye sockets are so old that the skin is loose, and the back is not straight.

It can be perceived by whiteness at close range, which is not a state caused by normal aging.

I must have taken some kind of taboo medicine or used the taboo secret technique, and the meridians in my body were blocked and broken, so weak that only the soul power of the Xuan General level was fluctuated.

"Hahaha, no harm, ice comes from water and colder than water. I see your shining youth, and the passionate man is just like this!"

A man who lacked his legs, sat in a wheelchair, wrapped in bandages, was clearly in a miserable situation like hell, but his laughter was like waves, passionate and passionate.

"Teacher Xiao..." Bai Wushang paused in his chest, as if a big rock was pressing down.

He recognized that this was an enlightenment teacher who guided his physical skills and helped him in the early stages of his Lord's practice.

More than thirty years later, he became the Saint.

The former mentor was only climbing to the top of the Earth Master and still peeking at the threshold of the Heaven Master.

A sudden disaster will be nourished by no holy medicine.

Xiao Tieshi is destined to become a useless person, with incomplete hands and feet and a heartbreak.

Things change and people change... Maybe this is the mentality.

Bai Wushang took a breath, swept across people's faces, and imprinted all the familiar, unfamiliar, kind, and strange things in his eyes.

Then he began to divide the first batch of spiritual materials, give them to those who need it urgently, repair their backlash and regulate their blood circulation.

"No harm!" Ji Cangyun approached, and the dignified seven-foot man turned red and didn't know how to speak.

As if he could see his hesitation and concerns, Bai Wushen smiled, closed his strength, and took the initiative to fist with the other party.

"Nothing to thank me, I was born here and grew up here."

"This is my home, and it is also the pure land in my mind. How can I give it to the evil spirits?"

"Not hurt..." The snow-haired woman stepped forward, led the fat bear beside her and spread her skirt to worship.

"Hey! I can't do it!"

Bai Wushang grabbed her and handed over the remaining reconstruction resources while reminding her:

"You are the future monarch and the future queen."

"You and I have also helped each other with their backs. Why do we need to be so restrained?"

"I'm not thanking you for myself."

Ji Ranran insisted on bowing, raised her head, and then smiled:

"The great cause is to you, and the people survive because of you. This kind of kindness... is as heavy as a thousand pounds!"

"The spirit of the father in heaven will definitely be relieved. The younger generation and younger generation, like Kunpeng soaring up to 90,000 miles, not only became the guardian god for a time, but also pointed the sword inside and outside the realm gate, and the evil spirit of Taichu... looking down on the world, like a god of war!"
Chapter completed!