Conferred God: Lord Dongyue, I prove the Tao through mountains and rivers!

At first, the evil dragon, who was the only son of the Dragon King of the Jade Fu River, didn't care about the sudden sound.

But in the next moment, suddenly an incomparably terrifying aura appeared above his head.

A great terror from the depths of the soul suddenly came.

Looking up, I saw a golden blade that stretched 10,000 meters across 10,000 meters, slowly falling at this time.

"What is this?".

The dragon was startled and tried to dodge quickly, but found that he could no longer move.

Under the huge golden blade, everything about himself, whether it was his body or his soul, was actually frozen.

Except for the fact that his mind can continue to move, everything else seems to no longer belong to him.

At this moment, he finally panicked.

A sense of despair and powerlessness hung deep in his heart.

Once that blade falls, he will surely die!

"Let me go!".

"My father is the Dragon King of the Jade Fu River, and my uncle is the Dragon King of the East China Sea, if you dare to kill me, you will definitely regret it!".

This white dragon, who doesn't know how many bad things he has done on weekdays, is constantly roaring in despair at this time.

However, he found that no matter how much he roared, he couldn't even make a sound.

At the same time, he even noticed that the Taoist in Tsing Yi opposite him suddenly pointed forward.

In an instant, the golden 10,000-meter blade hanging in the air suddenly fell at an extremely fast speed.

"Father!".

"Help me!".

“........."

With the last of his strength, he raised his head to the sky and roared, but he still couldn't make any sound.

Click~

Click~

The dragon slaying golden knife fell, and the dragon head, which was still full of unwillingness at the end, also fell into the terrifying torrent, and then disappeared.

However, the dragon corpse was directly included in Qingshan's sleeve.

This little evil dragon, although it has not fully evolved into a real dragon.

But its dragon corpse is still a rare treasure, and it can almost be said to be a treasure all over the body!

In particular, the dragon tendons, dragon scales and dragon bones can not only be used to refine weapons but also to make talismans.

This is definitely a windfall for the poor and white Qingshan.

And all this happened extremely fast.

Almost instantly, the little dragon had been slain by Qingshan.

Even, the whole process was so fast that the young Dayu, who had seen all this, and those human races did not come back to their senses at all.

To this day, they are still in shock.

The dragon is dead?

Killed like that?

With their strength, it is really difficult to understand the means of Aoyama just now.

That's a dragon!

It's not a cat or a dog, just die!

It's so hard to believe!

It wasn't until Aoyama and Ryoma slowly fell from the sky and appeared in front of them that they finally came back to their senses.

The first time the young Dayu came back to his senses, he took the clansmen behind him and quickly knelt down towards Qingshan.

"The Terran Xia Hou Wenhua, the generations of the people thank the saint for saving his life!".

The clansmen behind him also ignored the torrential rain and knelt down together

"Thank you for the grace of the saint for saving your life!"

“.........."

Seeing this, Aoyama hurriedly helped everyone up, and explained at the same time:

"Little brother, don't be like this, the poor road is just a scattered cultivation on Mount Tai, how dare you call yourself a saint, and I hope that the little brother will never torture the poor road!"

He didn't dare to accept the name of this saint, this has a great cause and effect!

However, this young Dayu seemed to be convinced, and insisted:

"As the old saying goes, the dragon and the horse come out, and the saint appears!".

"Engong can come on a dragon horse, so he is naturally a saint. "

Hearing this, Ryoma was very happy, raised his front hooves and patted Dayu's shoulder heavily.

"Good boy, have an eye!".

"Ben Ryoma is optimistic about you, the future is promising!".

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Qingshan even more proudly.

That means it couldn't be simpler.

How about it, riding this dragon horse has a face, right?

And Dayu and the others were even more startled after hearing what Ryoma said.

Fortunately, after Qingshan's reassurance and explanation, everyone finally returned to normal.

At the same time, he finally stopped treating Aoyama as a saint.

I understood that it was a master on Mount Tai, known as Qingshan Taoist, and also established a dojo mountain gate on Mount Tai.

Seeing that the water level was getting higher and higher, Qingshan also said again

"Brother Xiahou, the flood of the Poor Daoist Temple is fierce, and the foothold you are in at this time is about to be swallowed up, why don't you let the Poor Dao send you to Taishan City?"

Hearing this, Dayu didn't refuse, nodded and said:

"Wen Hua thanked the seniors for their help again, and at the same time, Wen Hua also wanted to implore the seniors to stay in Taishan City for the time being. "

Dayu made such a request, and Qingshan thought that he wanted to continue to help them fight against the subsequent floods.

I never thought about it, but an old man behind Dayu hurriedly spoke:

"Young master, no!".

"Never!".

As soon as these words came out, Dayu's face changed instantly, and he said coldly:

"Shut up!".

Seeing this, Qingshan was also keenly aware of the hidden situation, and even asked

"Uncle, can you tell Poor Dao why Poor Dao can't go to Taishan City?"

The young Dayu still wanted to speak, but was stopped by Qingshan raising his hand.

"Uncle, but it doesn't hurt to say it. "

Hearing Chen Mu's words, the old man also showed a shameful face helplessly, and said slowly:

"Originally, Engong saved us from the evil dragon, and even sent us to Taishan City, this kind of kindness, our Xia Hou clan should repay it no matter what, let alone refuse Engong to go to Taishan City!"

"But Engong shouldn't have killed that evil dragon like this!"

"That's the only son of the Dragon King of the Jade Fu River, if Engong kills him, that is to offend the Dragon King to death!"

"If Engong also went to Taishan City, then if the old dragon was angry, he would .........

."

"Enough!".

"Fauber, don't say any more!".

The old man wanted to say more, but was directly interrupted by the young Dayu, so he looked at Qingshan with a firm face.

"Senior, don't listen to Fu Bo's nonsense, even if the old dragon king is angry, my Xia Hou clan will definitely face it with my seniors!"

Now Qingshan understands everything, it turns out that this young man Dayu agreed so happily.

And invited him to stay in Taishan City, but he wanted to raise the power of the entire Xia Hou clan to help Qingshan resist the revenge of the old dragon king.

The heart of the fist is clear, and the sun and the moon can be revealed.

Sure enough, it is worthy of being the emperor who will govern the world in the future, divide Kyushu, cast Jiuding, and create a generation of great causes!

Although he is still young, whether it is courageous or heart, he already has a generation of king style!

That's right, Qingshan actually determined that he was the young Dayu when he said his name when the boy said it.

Dayu, surname, Xia Hou's family, the name Wenming!

These have long been memories that have been deeply rooted in Tsingshan's genes.

At the same time, just when Qingshan was thinking about how to reply to the young Dayu.

Suddenly, I saw a tall and incomparably majestic middle-aged man stepping on the waves.

The man, as if he had heard half of the conversation, said loudly

"Wen Hua is right, no matter how the old dragon king retaliates, I, Mr. Xia Hou, will definitely stand together!".

When the words fell, I saw the man leap forward, came to Qingshan, and then bowed respectfully

"Kun, I've seen Eun Gong!".

"I beg Engong to come to Mount Tai City".

.......

PS: The new book asks for data, and tomorrow it will start with ten thousand changes, and today I will go to write the old book and save some manuscripts