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Chapter 142: The Secret Treasure of the Golden Crow, the people built a temple!
boom!
Su Heng's huge body fell from the sky and hit the ground directly.

The ground shook and exploded, filling the air with smoke and dust.

He walked forward step by step, and the mighty dragon power mixed with rolling heat waves pressed towards the Crocodile Lord.

"You are also injured and not at your peak." The face of the Crocodile Lord was gloomy. "I may not have no chance."

Swish!
His figure flashed.

He punched Su Heng in the face.

At the same time, Su Heng accelerated and rushed towards the Crocodile Lord with a strong wind.

The two men flashed past each other in the fine smoke and dust. After taking a few steps, Su Heng slowly stopped and let out a long sigh.

And behind him,
The head of the Crocodile Lord exploded and he staggered and fell into a pool of blood.

"There's no problem in getting rid of you." Su Heng sneered, turned around and picked up the corpse of the Crocodile Lord in his hand.

After death.

The Crocodile King returned to his original form, a giant crocodile more than ten meters long.

Among the monsters, his size is actually not too huge, but the visual impact is very strong.

On its broad back was a thick, overlapping, dark armor that looked as ferocious as a mountain, and underneath its body were four elephant-like giant feet for support.

Even though his head had been smashed by Su Heng, he collapsed in a pool of his own blood.

It still gives people a terrible sense of oppression.

"The body of the Alligator Lord weighs at least twenty tons, which is enough for me to use for a long time." Su Heng held his breath, with a hint of excitement in his scarlet eyes.

only……

His chest heaved and he put his hand over his mouth.

After waiting for a few breaths, his frown gradually relaxed.

He lowered his head.

There was a trace of scarlet blood in the palm of his hand which was gradually evaporating.

"Tsk, the internal organs are seriously injured." Most of his injuries were not caused by the King of the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom.

But it comes from oneself.

The secret technique of Thirteen Phases of Tyrant Dragon is an extremely advanced martial art.

And he has gone so far on this path that he may even have surpassed the original creator of this technique.

This also leads to.

Su Heng's muscles, bones and flesh are too strong, and the internal organs responsible for supporting them can't keep up.

When Su Heng attacked with all his strength, the nutrients supplied by his internal organs could not last long, and the overly powerful energy coursing through his body would also cause damage to his relatively fragile internal organs.

The combination of these two factors made it difficult for Su Heng to win the battle.

Although there is nothing wrong with the appearance, the inside is already badly hurt.

Fortunately, Su Heng's body was also integrated with the Tai Sui fungus and the white snake scales, and his injuries were being repaired continuously.

"It seems that I have to put aside the practice of the Thirteen Phases of the Tyrant Dragon Secret Technique for the time being. The next attribute points should be prioritized on realm breakthroughs."

Su Heng gradually came up with a plan in his mind.

Stab it!

He tore off a large piece of flesh from the Crocodile Lord.

He stuffed it into his mouth along with the scales on the outside, and took a few bites to provide nutrients to his almost dried up internal organs.

A chill spread across my abdomen.

The body temperature is still very high, but I feel a little better.

"We have to leave here." Su Heng looked up and saw a huge iron tree stretching to the end of his sight.

It is hard to imagine how such creatures or buildings came into being in this world.

boom!
The loose gravel under Su Heng's feet exploded.

He didn't think any more and fled from the desert grabbing the remains of the Crocodile Lord.

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The huge roaring sound was like a wave, sweeping across the entire Xi Marsh.

In a hidden cave.

Wanderers dressed in animal skins and ragged clothes also hid behind the huge protruding rocks, staring at the scene in front of them with wide eyes, exaggerated and excited.

"Sister!" A sturdy boy about fourteen or fifteen years old shouted, "That man fought his way to the Ten Thousand Demons Country, and actually left alive."

Zhao Yingning nodded with a complicated expression, "I don't know who this person is."

"If we can get his help, maybe there will be hope for our tribe." The muscular young man jumped excitedly.

They are wanderers.

Escaped from the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons, but was unable to leave the dangerous Swamp.

They could only find a relatively safe place in the desert to hide and reproduce, and over time they formed such a tribe.

Zhao Yingning is the leader of this group of wanderers.

Although he is young, he has a high status in the tribe.

Unlike other tribesmen who looked excited, Zhao Yingning had a cold expression on his face.

"Let's go back first." She waved her hand. "The Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom will not give up. We have to hide well. If we are discovered, all our efforts will be wasted."

The others nodded, jumped down the hillside nimbly, and returned to the cave.

Zhao Yingning and her brother Zhao Aman walked side by side.

Zhao A'man was still shouting excitedly. He clenched his left hand into a fist and punched out into the air, leaving an afterimage in the bright sunlight.

Veins popped out on Zhao Yingning's forehead, and he finally couldn't stand his brother's stupid look anymore.

"You are already an adult, can you please stop being so silly every day?" Zhao Yingning said coldly, "No one will help us, we can only rely on ourselves."

"Why?" Zhao A'man was puzzled. "We are all human beings. Isn't it normal for us to help each other?"

"This is the rule in Xi Marsh. We can only survive in such a dangerous environment by helping each other, but those people are different from us."

Zhao Yingning didn't know how to explain it, so she simply said, "He comes from the outside world."

"Really?" Zhao A'man nodded, not quite understanding, but soon began to fantasize excitedly, "If I had that kind of strength, I would charge into the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom and rescue all the people in my tribe."

Zhao Yingning shook her head and said no more.

She lowered her head and entered the cave. Suddenly, a bright light flashed through her mind.

Thousands of years ago, Xizang was not a desert, but a rich and fertile land.

In this land, there lived a nation called "Yuanxi" that worshipped the sun. This worship was not some kind of natural mythological evolution, but a mythical creature called Jinwu really lived in this land.

The Golden Crow may have fallen, or it may have flown away.

But its nest is still there.

If we can find the Golden Crow's nest, perhaps we will have the capital to make a deal with that person.

She did not expect that person to save the captured and suppressed people of the Ten Thousand Demons Kingdom.

This is simply not realistic.

However, it should not be difficult for that person to bring these wanderers in Xirang to the outside civilized world.

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Two days later, the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

noon.

Bright and warm light shines through the window into Su Heng's well-lit study.

Su Heng was holding a large, thick brush in his hand, frowning as he wrote and drew on the huge piece of rice paper in front of him, outlining fine lines.

beside him.

Li Hongxiu sat on a branching double-step ladder.

The little girl held a secret letter in her hand, with her long black hair hanging down.

He read the contents of the letter to Su Heng with an expressionless face.

The above content is unremarkable.

Most of them are records about demons, the hunting of remnants of aristocratic families, the progress of disaster relief at the dock, etc.

Just when Su Heng was feeling a bit overwhelmed, the next piece of news caught his attention.

"Build a temple!?"

Su Heng paused, raised his head, and asked in surprise, "Who was this temple built for?"

"Here you go." Li Hongxiu replied, "What happened a few days ago is becoming more and more outrageous in the city."

"Many people regard you as the reincarnation of the Dragon King."

"This..." Su Heng shook his head, speechless.

He was still alive and well, and building a temple for himself made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"If you don't like it, you can send someone to stop it." Li Hongxiu said, "It's still in the preparation stage, but the public's support is very high."

"Forget it." Su Heng shook his head.

"I remember that many demons in the Heavenly Demon Alliance would also preach in secret. Is this good for them?"

"There should be some..."

Li Hongxiu tilted her head and thought for a while, "Those demons won't do anything that has no benefit."

"The demons are killing people wantonly, essentially to gain emotions from humans, so that they can further feel the existence of Changshengtian."

In the sunshine, Li Hongxiu's voice came slowly, "And faith is also a kind of emotion."

"Is that so?" Su Heng nodded.

He stopped talking and continued to focus his attention on the painting in front of him.

The reason why he first learned to paint was to draw the complete basic diagram of the Tyrant Dragon Secret Technique. Anyway, it only takes a dozen attribute points to allow Su Heng to improve his painting skills to a considerable level.

But after painting repeatedly several times, Su Heng gradually came to like this feeling of expressing his inner thoughts and emotions on external objects.

Every time he finished painting, Su Heng would feel unusually calm.

Perhaps, this can also be considered a special way of practice.

Li Hongxiu is very quiet.

Sometimes I can even sit on a stool and not move for the whole day, like a wooden man.

At this time, she finished reporting the work in her hands and sat on the tall double-step ladder.

It returned to that peaceful and calm state.

Demons have a long lifespan.

Therefore, some time can be wasted on useless things.

Boom boom boom!
There was a rapid knock on the door, breaking the silence in the room.

Just at this moment, Su Heng finished the painting he had just done and placed the huge brush in his hand, which looked like a weapon, on the pen holder.

He raised his head and met Li Hongxiu's eyes.

There was a look of exploration in Li Hongxiu's black and white eyes.

Su Heng nodded.

Li Hongxiu's figure flashed, disappeared from the double-step stairs, and appeared at the door.

With some difficulty, he opened the door.

Three figures walked in from outside.

"General Zhao." Su Heng nodded and greeted him.

The three people coming in from outside were Zhao Meiying and her two disciples, Ai Qing and Chen Yang.

These two people had met Su Heng before at Guanjiang Wharf, but they were far away at that time. In addition, the sky was gloomy, and the wind and rain were gloomy. From a distance, only a vague figure could be seen. It was far from meeting up close, which had such a strong visual impact.

Chen Yang, who was more lively, widened his eyes and couldn't help but let out a small exclamation.

"Be serious and don't embarrass me!" Zhao Meiying turned around and glared at him, and Chen Yang immediately covered his mouth.

"I came here to say goodbye to you." Zhao Meiying bowed to Su Heng and said seriously.

"You seem to be in a hurry." Su Heng stretched out his hand and motioned them to sit down. "Did you encounter any emergency?"

(End of this chapter)