Lord of Pets

"Roar!"

Qinglong·Longxiazi, with a kick of his eyes and a flick of his tail, quietly distanced himself from the six-winged sword angel.

Her power is certainly powerful.

But compared to the pure-blood supreme myth, it is not that interesting after all.

Xing wants to suppress her, but it's just easy to do it.

"Fury fell, and the chaotic situation in the Daqian Dynasty improved."

"The dragon and angel armies will then be responsible for the sweep and finishing. Within ten days, the turmoil may be completely subdued."

Xing's thoughts were conveyed, and Bai Wushang pondered.

Suddenly I heard Longxiazi's voice was like thunder, and he shouted loudly:

"Holy Son, you may have become a thorn in the side of evil spirits."

"After discussion, I plan to build an exclusive Holy Dragon Temple in the Daqian Dynasty. What do you think?"

"Are you willing to stay here permanently?" Bai Wushang was quite surprised.

This is the Qinglong who ranks at the top of the food chain among the kings of holy beasts, and he is actually willing to do this kind of hard work to kill time.

"Roar! Things are not what they used to be! Things are not what they used to be!"

Long Xiazi said obligingly in pure dragon language:

"The Son has soared, you need more followers, more supporters."

"What's more, Daqian is constantly being invaded by evil spirits over and over again."

"In normal times, at least the second-generation ancestor's clone would be sent to take charge. Now I'm guarding it. It's already a small skill but it's extremely embarrassing."

"My Lord Pope, the Holy Court is also preparing to build the first "Pope Palace" in the Daqian Dynasty, as your palace and as the protector here. "

The six-winged black bird holy angel Qifei came and said calmly and confidently:

"Relevant matters are already being implemented. It is expected that the number of permanent holy angels in the future will not be less than twenty, and at least two kings of holy angels will be in charge for a long time."

"Thank you." Bai Wushang was not polite this time.

Daqian encountered a misfortune, and most of its already weak core combat strength was killed or injured.

Ecologically speaking, I am afraid that the wind, rain, and snow will be brutal, just like the sudden arrival of winter.

Without external intervention, the surviving Liming people and Chaofan sects either lived in poverty and had no means of livelihood, or were forced to move to other dynasties for survival.

This will lead to a greatly weakened Daqian, which exists in name only.

If it encounters any turmoil, it will fall into pieces and be completely removed from the seventh domain.

This was a result that Bai Wushang absolutely did not want to see.

Therefore... Zulongting and Shengting spared no effort to actively help, which would give him a heart-warming touch.

Without hesitation at the moment, Bai Wushang pulled out a lot of things from the storage ring and piled them into a 360-meter-high mountain.

"These treasures can be used as the starting capital to rebuild the dynasty."

"I will divide it into three parts. One will be given to the Holy Dragon Temple, the second will be given to the Pope's Palace, and the third will be given to the royal family... Well, Ran Ran, I will give it to you directly."

"This... is such a big gesture!" Long Xiazi's eyes widened, a little shocked.

Bai Wushang didn't have much joy, reminding him that these were resources seized from evil spirits, and he could just go around and get his own wool.

"Alas, we take from the heaven and the earth and give back to the heaven and the earth. Only the dead creatures are slowly forgotten in the memory..."

The six-winged black bird sighed softly, rowed away a third of it, and promised: "What we can do is to make up for it as much as possible."

"As for the torture and suffering caused by the disaster, it can only be cured through time..."

"Look forward! The Holy Son is like a shooting star piercing the night sky, and he will definitely defeat the evil spirits and defeat them!"

Longxiazi was inhaled by the storm, and then swallowed a third of it, and the dragon roared loudly:

"With the blessing of additional resources, I will ask the dwarf clan chief to build a stronger national defense formation for Daqian!"

"Holy Son, I will leave for a few days. With you here, Daqian will be fine!"

"okay, I get it."

Bai Wushang agreed and flew to the ground.

Looking at a group of generals, scholars, and knights with awkward expressions, I felt a little uncomfortable.

"Wu Shang, you've made your mark..."

"Sword kills the Holy King and turns the tide. Our Shanhai Academy...comes out with a most powerful person?!"

The person who spoke was a skinny old man.

Bai Wushang followed the sound and sighed secretly.

Luo Chen, the dean of Shanhai College, although he was old in the past, he had a youthful appearance and a very good spirit.

Now, he is really old.

My eye sockets have become sunken, my skin has become saggy, and I can't even straighten my back.

From a close distance, Bai Wushang could sense that this was not a state caused by normal aging.

He must have taken some kind of taboo medicine, or used taboo secret techniques. The meridians all over his body were blocked and broken, and he was so weak that only the Xuanjiang level soul power fluctuations were left.

"Hahaha, Wushang, ice comes from water and is colder than water. I saw your shining youth, a hot-blooded man is nothing more than that!"

A man with missing legs, sitting in a wheelchair, and his whole body covered in bandages, is clearly in a hellish miserable situation, but his laughter is like the waves, full of passion and enthusiasm.

"Teacher Xiao..." Bai Wushang's chest paused, as if a big stone had fallen down on him.

He recognized that this was the enlightenment teacher who guided his physical training, and played an important role in his early training as a master.

More than thirty years later, he became a saint.

But the former mentor had only climbed to the pinnacle of Earth Master, and was still peeking at the threshold of Celestial Master.

There is no holy medicine to nourish the sudden misfortune.

Xiao Tieshi was destined to become a useless person, with incomplete hands and feet and a damaged mind.

Things are different and people are different...that's probably the mentality.

Bai Wushang took a deep breath and scanned people's faces, imprinting all the familiar, unfamiliar, kind and strange things into his eyes.

Then he began to divide the first batch of spiritual materials and give them to those in urgent need, repairing their backlash and regulating their blood circulation.

"No harm!" Ji Cangyun approached. The seven-foot tall man's face turned red and he didn't know what to say.

Seemingly sensing his hesitation and concern, Bai Wushang smiled, restrained his strength, and took the initiative to bump fists with the opponent.

"There is nothing to be grateful for. I was born here and grew up here."

"This is my home, and it is the pure land in my mind. How could I give it up to evil spirits?"

"Wu Shang..." The snow-haired woman took a step forward, led the fat bear beside her, spread her skirt and bowed.

"Hey! I can't do it!"

Bai Wushang grabbed her and handed over the remaining reconstruction resources while reminding her:

"You are the future king and the future queen."

"You and I have helped each other from behind and have a life-long friendship. Why do we need to be so reserved?"

"I'm not thanking you for myself."

Ji Ranran insisted on bowing down, raised her head, and then showed a smile:

"The Great Qian Dynasty continues because of you, and the people survive because of you. This kindness... is as heavy as a thousand stones!"

"My father's spirit in heaven will definitely be pleased. The former juniors and descendants, like Kunpeng, soared ninety thousand miles away. Not only did they become the guardian gods of one day, but they also pointed their swords at the gates of the world and the evil spirits of the beginning... looking down on the world, like a statue. Mars!"

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