Chapter five hundred and seventy seventh dragon god
On the beach, there was a suffocating silence.
Only then did the villagers discover that there was a round, dark stone on top of the altar. The stone was not bright, but it was extremely deep. Even from a distance of dozens of feet, one could feel the unfathomable depth, as if it were so deep.
The vast starry sky.
In a round of Celtic sweet Sanskrit sounds, the blessing ended.
The villagers, who burst into tears with excitement, returned home contentedly. People looked at Kelt with incomparable respect.
This is a perfect prayer.
There has never been any written record of the appearance of the Dragon God in the Celts' recorded shaman prayer activities. Today, hundreds of people in the entire village have witnessed the Dragon God personally visiting this small village.
There is no doubt that this is the Celtics' blessing.
No one thought that this religious activity had nothing to do with praying for blessings, but was resurrecting an ancient dragon god - the Dragon God. Of course, even if the Celts knew about it, they wouldn't mind, because, they
His belief is that he is the god of dragons.
However, it is worth mentioning that if Celtic revealed the news of the resurrection of the Dragon God, it would probably not have the current effect, because once humans discover that the resurrection of the Dragon God actually requires their help
, then the power of faith is likely to be greatly reduced, especially some rebellious young people, who may be dismissive.
After the religious ceremony, the villagers went home, and Zhao Yuan arrived at the beach where he and Celtic had agreed to meet. Just a moment later, a cautious Celtic came holding the dark oval stone.
"How is it?" Zhao Yuan looked at Celtic. He was not sure whether the resurrection was successful because he had not yet sensed the existence of the Dragon God. However, the dark oval stone had an amazing energy.
The surging power was as if something was trapped in the stone and was running rampant.
"The dragon soul was scattered and badly injured. It will take a little time for them to fuse together." Kelt gently stroked the dark oval stone with a trace of obsession on his face.
"how long?"
"It won't take long, it will be quick, quick!"
Kelte's beautiful eyes showed an extremely fanatical look. Between her hands, the light was shining, and the spiritual energy was swirling around the dark oval stone.
Looking at the brilliance swirling in Kelte's palm, Zhao Yuan was secretly shocked that this woman actually used her natal soul to nurture this dark oval stone.
The dark oval stone was conceived by Celtic's natal soul. It was as deep as a black hole and kept flowing, as if it was madly devouring Celtic's life force. The speed was extremely fast...
…
A terrifying scene appeared.
Under the crazy devouring, Celtic's beautiful face soon became extremely old. His originally round cheeks became like orange peels in just a few breaths. What shocked Zhao Yuan the most was that
, Celtic's charming blond hair turned into snow-white color at a speed visible to the naked eye.
If he continues to inhale, Kelt may die.
"Celtic!"
Zhao Yuan was shocked and quickly reached out to pull her. However, Kelte seemed to be afraid that Zhao Yuan would disturb her, so she took a few steps back and shook her head at Zhao Yuan. Her eyes that had become extremely cloudy were full of determination.
color.
"Brother Long's memory has been shattered. Only by nurturing it with my soul can he be resurrected." Celtic's originally bright blue eyes have become cloudy, his sweet voice has become trembling, and his original unparalleled demeanor has disappeared.
She disappeared without a trace and turned into a dying old woman.
"What are you doing..." Zhao Yuan sighed.
"If Brother Long dies, what's the point of my life." Kyle's body is still shrinking, so thin that he is already skin and bones, his mouth is dry, and his eye sockets are sunken. If it weren't for the fact that his eyeballs are still moving, they would look just like bones.
A skeleton.
"..." Zhao Yuan opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
"Brother Long, goodbye..." Kelt's eyes were blurred and he made a tender voice, like an eighteen-year-old girl in love with her child.
Peng!
Zhao Yuan backed away in shock. The originally skinny Kelt actually collapsed, just like a human figure made of a pile of powder. Then, the powder that had not fallen to the ground turned into a wisp of smoke, completely disappearing...
…
In the flash of lightning when Celtic disappeared, a middle-aged man in a snow-white robe suddenly appeared on the beach out of thin air, standing with his hands behind his back, his robe automatically making a hunting sound without the wind.
The middle-aged man is tall and tall, his handsome features are calm and intimidating, and his eyes are extremely deep, just like the vast night sky. He just stands there quietly, but he gives people the majesty of a mountain.
A heart of love and respect arises spontaneously.
"Did you resurrect me?" The middle-aged man stared at Zhao Yuan with deep eyes.
"No." Zhao Yuan shook his head.
"No?" The middle-aged man was stunned.
"It's Celtic."
"Kelt...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 at the corner of Zhao Yuan's mouth. He actually didn't know Celtic's name. Obviously, Celtic only represents a race and does not
Not her real name.
"Why resurrect me?" the middle-aged man thought for a moment and asked.
"She likes you, she is a dragon with wings." Zhao Yuan said with a bitter smile.
"Pterosaur?" The middle-aged man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and seemed to be rejoicing for something.
"Yes."
"She's dead?" The middle-aged man glanced around.
"Yes."
"Where is the owner of the dragon armor you are wearing?" 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 pool in the Black Forest of Zhanyun Continent. She wants me to inform you so that you can rescue her."
Zhao Yuan was shocked. He didn't expect that the other party could directly see that he was carrying the dragon armor. This was really unbelievable. You must know that Zhao Yuan did not activate the dragon armor.
At first, when Zhao Yuan fought with Sanxian, Sanxian could not see that Zhao Yuan was wearing dragon armor. Soon, Zhao Yuan was relieved, because the giant dragon in the black forest said that as long as the giant dragon saw him, he would
know she exists.
Obviously, this giant dragon and the giant dragon in the black forest are from the same clan, and they have a strange instinct for each other's dragon armor.
"Take me there." The middle-aged man seemed not good at words, or had not spoken for a long time. His words were not only concise, but also had a strange feeling.
"I can't leave here right now."
"Be bold!"
The middle-aged man drank lightly, and a heavy pressure rushed towards Zhao Yuan, as if a mountain was coming down, oppressing Zhao Yuan so much that he couldn't breathe.
Crack, crackle...
Caught off guard, Zhao Yuan was crushed by the heavy pressure, and his joints made a bursting sound like firecrackers, and blood oozed from his mouth, ears and nose.
Zhao Yuan quickly activated the "Ten Thousand Enemies" mentality, mobilizing the power of the Lingtai world to resist the majestic and powerful pressure.
"Eh..."
The middle-aged man was stunned. He didn't expect that Zhao Yuan, an ordinary cultivator, could withstand his attack.
The middle-aged man did not stop the majestic pressure. He snorted coldly and stared at Zhao Yuan with his deep eyes. Instead, he kept urging. The force of the pressure became more and more fierce, like a huge shackles.
Stay in Zhao Yuan and keep tightening.
Zhao Yuan's tyrannical body, which he was proud of, could not move at all. However, he did not cry out for mercy, but gritted his teeth and struggled hard.
