world free fairy

Chapter 472
Faced with the demands of different people, even the gods are in a dilemma.

Wang Datong thought for a long time, but still couldn't think of how to deal with it.

But he believes in the God of Ford.

Fude Zhengshen has deep wisdom and great magic power, and he will definitely have a way to solve this problem.

Originally, Yang Chen was practicing at home, when suddenly in the Zifu, the white jade willow tree shook slightly, strands of thoughts came from the void.

These strands of thought power contained the four people's desires.

"really interesting!"

Yang Chen smiled lightly.

These people, each of them wanted the exact opposite.

In addition to the blue sky, there are still people who have smashed the Fuzheng Temple.

Among them, if there was nothing dirty, Yang Chen would never believe it.

"However, no matter what the reason is, I will try my best to satisfy this believer's request."

"If I use up my Shinto talisman, I have already been promoted to the Supreme City God, and my divine power can cover the entire Tianhua Mansion, but these things can be done."

To satisfy the wishes of these people, the only way is to use the magic power of calling wind and rain.

Now that Yang Chen has a thousand-year-old monster dragon as his incarnation outside his body, he naturally knows the magical power of turning wind into rain.

With a heartbeat, the avatar jumped out of Yang Chen's lotus and landed on the ground.

"I will deal with this matter."

The incarnation outside the body entered the Fuzheng Temple, and did not appear directly, but attached to his own golden body, and the whole golden body suddenly became lively.

With a flash of divine light, a piece of paper floated down from the top of the golden body.

Wang Datong, who was meditating, was moved and hurriedly stood up.

Kneeling respectfully on the ground, "Welcome to the coming of the gods!"

God has come!
However, the Thousand-Year-Old Monster Flood Dragon did not manifest his real body, but quietly possessed himself on the golden body.

After kowtowing a few times, Wang Datong stood up and carefully picked up the oracle from the ground.

I saw the words on it, "It rains at night and the sun is sunny during the day, and the crops are harvested and dried. If there is wind, just walk in the big river, don't let it go through the green line."

Wang Dayong looked at it and was secretly happy.

In the eyes of the Great God, this matter is really not a difficult matter, and in the blink of an eye, there is a solution to the matter.

Busily knelt down on the ground, "Also ask the great god to display infinite mana and lower his supernatural powers."

Following Wang Datong's voice, he fell to the ground.

In the vast night sky, suddenly there was a thunderbolt, and the spring thunder shook, and dark clouds rushed to the place from all directions, and there was a huge dragon in the sky, turning the clouds and raining.

In the Yuelai Inn.

The scholar in Tsing Yi had just returned to his place of fascination, when he suddenly heard the sound of Chunlei, almost frightening his fascination.

He stood up in amazement, pushed open the window, and looked out the window.

"It's obviously not yet the season of spring thunder, how could the sky release the divine thunder, which almost shattered my years of practice."

Out of his body, he is most afraid of thunder.

When the sky thunder sounds, it can blow the soul into pieces.

After opening the window, the bright moon in the sky has disappeared, only the dark clouds are surging from all directions, and in the dark clouds, there is a dragon shuttling through the clouds.

"Flood Dragon?"

The scholar in Tsing Yi was shocked.

He did not expect that tonight there would be a dragon calling the wind and rain in the sky.

Feel it carefully.

The scholar in Tsing Yi's face immediately changed.

"Monster flood dragon?"

"It's a flood dragon that has become a spirit!"

How could such a monstrous flood dragon appear here? Why is it so coincidental that it is calling the wind and the rain here?

There was a bad feeling in Tsing Yi scholar's heart.

However, he didn't dare to act rashly, he could feel the power of this millennium monster flood dragon.

It's not something that a small general like myself can resist. Once the attention of this thousand-year-old monster is caught, the thousand-year-old monster will probably kill himself under the fierce power of the thousand-year-old monster.

"Is this monster flood dragon here to seek trouble from Fufu Wild God?"

Tsing Yi Xiucai just thought of this, and suddenly remembered.

Monster flood dragon!

Monster flood dragon!

Could it be the thousand-year-old monster flood dragon that was suppressed by the leader of Qingjing on the demon-suppressing platform back then!
Thinking of this, the whole person was dumbfounded.

"It's it, it's it, the thousand-year-old monster flood dragon of Xiaoqinghe Xieyue Mansion!"

The Millennium Monster Flood Dragon is a great monster in the Golden Core Realm. Back then, it ran across the Wei City and almost overturned the entire Tianhua Mansion.

Facing such goblins, even the Nine Kings, the Fushen of Weicheng, are not sure that they can restrain the thousand-year-old monster dragon. If one is not good, the thousand-year monster dragon will kill the nine kings.

"No, I need to be careful, and don't bring trouble to the Palace God!"

Thunderbolt and thunderbolt, heavy rain.

At this time, many people saw the thousand-year-old monster dragon flying in the clouds in the sky, and everyone looked cautious and full of fear.

"Thousand-year monster flood dragon!" Everyone in Weicheng's Pingyao Guards dared not move. Now Liu Xuanyu, the leader of Weicheng's Pingyao Guards, returned to Jiuyou Shrine to accept the canonization of the outer disciples.

In today's Pingyaowei, there is no master at all, facing the thousand-year-old Yaojiao who is laughing at the sky, there is nothing they can do.

"The monster dragon has regained its strength, Jindan master, who in Weicheng can stop it?" Many people were desperate, facing the millennium monster dragon, many cultivators were powerless.

"Also ask the Nine Kings of the Mansion God to save the people of Weicheng!"

In the city of Wei, many people, in their homes, offered incense to the Nine Kings, who were conferred by the Great Zhou Dynasty and who were in charge of the ghosts and goblins in a county.

The incense is lingering, submerged into the void, and all living beings pray, and the gods must respond.

The Nine Kings sit in the dojo, and the dojo is filled with incense, filled with the wishes and thoughts of many people.

"My lord, now that the thousand-year-old monster dragon has appeared in the sky above Yanwang Village in Weicheng, many people are terrified, and they offer incense to you at home, hoping that your lord can kill the dragon and keep everyone safe."

The Nine Kings looked gloomy.

He sat high on the throne, his eyes were bright, he looked into the void, and saw the thousand-year-old monster flying in the nine-day sky.

"The Millennium Monster Flood Dragon!"

"I'm no match for a goblin in the Golden Core realm."

"Once I make a move, I will die!"

"I hope that the masters in that day's Star Pavilion can make a move and kill the thousand-year-old monster dragon."

The Ninth King did not dare to speak out, and said coldly, "Stop talking!"

"This Millennium Monster Flood Dragon has supernatural powers!"

"If you want to make a move, you need to prepare carefully, and don't be rash."

The voices of prayers from the people outside are increasing, and they have filled the entire dojo.

The Nine Kings did not dare to act rashly.

Yang Chen's incarnation of a thousand-year-old monster dragon didn't know all this, he was still in the sky, and the heavy rain was pouring in the night sky.

There was a Confucian who jumped into the air, spit out his talent, his words were like a mountain, and with an aura of death, he pressed down on the body of the thousand-year-old monster dragon.

Yang Chen's face turned green.

(End of this chapter)