Chapter 142: The Secret Treasure of the Golden Crow, the People Build a Temple!

boom!

Su Heng's huge body fell from the sky and hit the ground straight.

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

He stepped forward step by step, and the mighty dragon power mixed with the rolling heat waves pressed towards the Dragon King.

"You are also injured and are not at your peak." Lord Dragon Dragon looked gloomy, "I may not have a chance."

Uh-huh!

His figure flashed.

He punched Su Heng in the face.

At the same time, Su Heng accelerated, carrying the strong wind and passing towards Lord Dragon.

In the fine smoke and dust, the two people flashed past each other. Su Heng slowly stopped after taking a few steps and breathed a long sigh of relief.

And behind him,

The Dragon King's head 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 body of Lord Dragon Dragon in his hand.

After death.

Lord Dragon Dragon recovered his true form, which was a giant crocodile more than ten meters long.

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

On the broad back are thick layers of black armor that are as ferocious as mountains. Under the body are four giant elephant-like 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 Lord Dragon Dragon weighs at least twenty tons, which is enough for me to use for a long time." Su Heng held his breath, with a faint look of excitement in his scarlet eyes.

only……

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

After waiting for several breaths, the frown gradually relaxed.

He lowered his head.

A trace of scarlet blood was gradually evaporating in the palm of his hand.

"Tsk, the internal organ injuries are a bit serious." Most of the injuries on his body did not come from the king of the Ten Thousand Monster Kingdom.

But from yourself.

The secret method of Tyrannosaurus Thirteen Phases is an extremely profound martial art.

And he has gone too far on this path, and may have even surpassed the original creator of this technique.

This also leads to.

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

When Su Heng attacked with all his strength, the nutrients supplied by the digestion of the internal organs could not last long, and too strong energy rushing through the body would also cause damage to the relatively fragile internal organs.

The two superimposed on each other, allowing Su Heng to win the battle.

Although there was nothing wrong with it on the outside, it was already severely damaged on the inside.

Fortunately, Su Heng's body was also fused with two demonic skeletons, Tai Sui bacteria and white snake demon scales, and was currently repairing his injuries continuously.

"It seems that the practice of the Thirteen Phases of Tyrannosaurus has to be put aside for the time being. The next attribute points should be given priority to the breakthrough of the realm."

Su Heng gradually had a plan in mind.

Stab!

He tore off a large piece of flesh and blood from the Dragon King.

He stuffed it into his mouth with the outer scales and took a few bites to provide nutrients to the nearly dry internal organs.

A chill spread across my abdomen.

My body temperature is still very high, but my senses feel a little better.

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

It’s hard to imagine how such a creature or building was born in this world.

boom!

The loose gravel exploded under Su Heng's feet.

He no longer thought about it, grabbed the remains of Lord Dragon Dragon and fled from the desert.

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The huge roaring and roaring sound was like ocean waves, sweeping across the entire swamp.

In a hidden cave.

The wanderers dressed in ragged animal skins also hid behind the huge raised rocks, staring at the scene in front of them with wide eyes and exaggeration and excitement.

"Sister!" A strong boy of fourteen or fifteen years old shouted, "That man attacked the Ten Thousand Monsters Kingdom and actually left alive."

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

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

They are outcasts.

He ran out of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons, but could not leave the dangerous marsh.

They can only find a safer place in the desert, hide and multiply, and over time such a tribe will be formed.

Zhao Yingning is the leader of this wanderer.

Although he is young, his status in the tribe is very high.

Unlike other clan members who looked excited, the expression on Zhao Yingning's face was very cold.

"Go back first." She waved, "The Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons will not let it go. We have to hide well. If we are discovered, all our efforts will be in vain."

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

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

Zhao Aman was still shouting excitedly. He clenched his left hand into a fist and punched it out of thin air, leaving an afterimage in the bright sunlight.

Veins popped out on Zhao Yingning's forehead, and she finally couldn't bear the stupid look of her brother.

"You are not young anymore, can you stop being so stupid every day?" Zhao Yingning said coldly, "No one will help us, we can only rely on ourselves."

"Why?" Zhao Aman was puzzled, "We are all human beings, shouldn't we 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 Aman nodded, not quite understanding, but soon imagined excitedly, "If I had that kind of strength, I would kill my way into the Wan Yao Kingdom and rescue all the people."

Zhao Yingning shook her head and said no more.

She lowered her head and entered the cave.

But a bright light suddenly flashed through her mind.

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

On this land, there lived a country called "Yuanxi" that worshipped the sun. Such worship was not some kind of natural mythological evolution, but a mythical creature called Jinwu really lived on this land.

The Jinwu may have fallen, or it may have flown away.

But its nest is still there.

If you can find the nest of the Jinwu, you may 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 Wan Yao Kingdom.

This was simply unrealistic.

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

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Two days later, the Demon Suppression Tower.

Noon.

The bright and warm light shone through the window and fell into Su Heng's well-lit study.

Su Heng was holding a large and thick brush in his hand, frowning, writing and drawing on the huge rice paper in front of him, outlining fine stripes.

Next to him.

Li Hongxiu was sitting on a forked double-step ladder.

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

She read the contents of the letter to Su Heng expressionlessly.

The content above was unremarkable.

Most of it was about some records of demons, the pursuit of the remnants of the family, and the progress of disaster relief at the dock, etc.

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

"Build a temple!?"

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

"For you." Li Hongxiu replied, "What happened a few days ago is getting more and more weird in the city."

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

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

He is still alive and well, and building a temple for himself makes him feel a little disgusted.

"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 call 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?"

"It should be..."

Li Hongxiu tilted her head and thought for a while, "Those demons will not do things that are not good."

"The demons kill indiscriminately, essentially to get emotions from humans, so as to further feel the existence of Changshengtian."

Under the sun, 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 original purpose of learning to paint was to draw the complete basic diagram of the Tyrant Dragon Secret Method. Anyway, only a dozen attribute points are needed to allow Su Heng to improve his painting skills to a considerable level.

But after painting repeatedly several times, Su Heng gradually liked this feeling of showing the pictures and emotions in his heart on external objects.

Every time he finished painting, Su Heng's mood would be unusually calm.

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

Li Hongxiu is very quiet.

Sometimes she could even sit on a stool, motionless for a whole day, like a wooden man.

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

She returned to that calm and peaceful state.

The lifespan of demons is very long.

Therefore, some time can be wasted on useless things.

Dong Dong Dong!

A rapid knock on the door sounded, breaking the silence in the room.

At this time, Su Heng finished the painting just now and put the huge brush in his hand that looked like a weapon on the pen holder.

He looked up and met Li Hongxiu's eyes.

Li Hongxiu's black and white eyes were full of exploration.

Su Heng nodded.

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

He opened the door with a little effort.

Three figures walked in from outside.

"Zhao Pianjiang." Su Heng nodded and greeted.

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

These two 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 dark. From a distance, only a figure could be vaguely 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 exclaimed a little.

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

"I came here to say goodbye to you this time." 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?"