Chapter 422: Lord Dragon God, long time no see
In the darkness, a rose-red mark appeared on the back of Xia Feng's hand.
A red spiritual light floated in the air, swirling into a graceful figure in a red skirt. The foxy little face came close to Xia Feng and said coldly, "Master, I thought you were dead."
Xia Feng flicked her forehead and said, "You idiot, stop cursing your master."
"oh."
Yue Hongli blinked, sniffed his neck, raised her nose and said, "Master, the bad luck caused by the Yinyu has not dissipated yet."
For every one thousand enemies killed by Yin Yu, eight hundred of his own men would be injured. After using it, he would be plagued by bad luck for a period of time, but it was not a big deal. Anyway, he now possessed an immortal spirit and was completely immortal.
So if something bad happens to you, the worst that can happen is that you'll be locked up in a small dark room for three months. There's nothing worse than that.
While thinking, he looked at Yue Hongli.
Previously, when Death entered the stillness realm of Evil River, Yue Hongli followed him in, but he could not move freely like him. Instead, his lifespan, thoughts, senses, and everything else were all stilled.
Now that she had been resurrected, she followed him out. So for Yue Hongli, only a moment had passed. Then, in the blink of an eye, she had run across the long river of time and space to this place.
"Master, have we arrived in the nightmare world?" Yue Hongli looked at the outside world with cold and beautiful eyes and curiosity.
The Erlings outside were still crawling and chanting unknown prayers.
Xia Feng quickly set up the teleportation formation and gently ruffled Yue Hongli's hair. "Xiaoli, I'll go into the sealed area later. You stay here to guard. If anything unusual happens, call me."
"Yes, Master."
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[Awakening Calendar 250th Day]
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The woman in the star-shaped skirt sat on the throne, with a heavy ancient book placed on her knees. The pages of the book fluttered in the breeze, and there was nothing else recorded on each page except the date.
Emperor Si lowered her eyelids, her pale vertical pupils narrowed into a thin line, and the dark golden cross between her eyebrows extended like a root with countless golden lines connecting into her majestic eyes.
The eighteen pitch-black chains on the throne's armrests still bound her body. Her soft, gray hair seemed to ignite with a faint fire of blood, and a cold, ancient aura rose from the throne. At this moment, she truly felt like an old god imprisoned in hell, about to break free from the shackles of the underworld.
I don't know since when,
She had long been accustomed to the life where believers would come to see her every once in a while.
She looks forward to every appearance of her believers, telling them about what happened in the outside world, and even looks forward to leaving the sealed place and witnessing with her own eyes the prosperity of all races after the Twilight of the Gods.
It was obvious that she was unwilling to wake up at first, and she was too lazy to pay attention to this male human.
But now, perhaps even if she wanted to pay attention to Xia Feng, Xia Feng would not be able to respond to her.
Three months ago.
Ever since she discovered that something was wrong with the believers' corresponding planets in the astral world, she had been looking forward to it.
I hope that one day the believers will suddenly appear, bow their hands respectfully at the foot of the divine steps again, and call her name respectfully.
But three months later, she forcibly broke through the shackles of her divine consciousness in the sealed area several times and turned her vision to the Sirius star field.
But that dark star field with few stars has remained unchanged.
The place where Sirius disintegrated turned into nothingness and was dead silent.
It seems that believers will never appear in the sealed place again.
Perhaps, she can only continue to sleep here for tens of thousands of years, until the world comes to an end and the universe reaches its end.
But she didn't want to fall asleep just like that.
She had already remembered the four heretical souls who killed believers. They were so weak, yet they dared to challenge the majesty of the Dragon God.
Those who anger the gods will die.
The woman on the throne slowly raised her divine eyes, countless sacred golden patterns were outlined on her forehead, her soft gray hair floated in the air, her momentum grew stronger and stronger, and the chains behind the throne vibrated wildly.
She really couldn't break through the seal here.
But it is not difficult to kill the four ants in the endless distance with divine consciousness. The price is that she will be seriously injured and fall into a ten-thousand-year sleep, unable to wake up. At the same time, the gods will discover that she has woken up once.
However, if the believer really died, such a price would be unnecessary.
Just sleeping for ten thousand years might not be a bad thing.
But Emperor Si did not act immediately.
She wanted to wait a little longer.
Waiting for an impossible.
"Um?"
As if she had sensed something, the woman on the throne's eyes moved.
As the space fluctuated, a male human jumped out of the space.
Xia Feng looked up and met the lowered gaze of the woman on the throne.
Beneath the dark-gold holy pattern on the woman's forehead, her vertical pupils burned with pale flames, as if surging with the divine power of ancient times, looking down indifferently upon the world.
Xia Feng's soul sank as he felt the chill of death, a tremendous wrath from God that made him panic and beg for mercy.
But the next moment, these terrifying auras that frightened him retreated madly like defeated soldiers and dissipated.
Above the throne and below the divine steps, the atmosphere fell quietly into silence.
Xia Feng swallowed his saliva, bowed respectfully, blinked his eyes, looked up, and bared his big white teeth in a sunny smile: "Lord Dragon God, long time no see."
Emperor Si: “.”
The floating cloud-gray hair fell down, and the faintly burning blood color quietly faded away. The golden lines like roots between the eyebrows also retreated like the tide, and turned into a dark golden cross mark again, embellishing the eyebrows.
Emperor Si lowered her eyes, slowly closed the heavy book on her knees, and turned into a halo and disappeared.
As she gathered her divine power and suppressed the thought of breaking the seal, the eighteen netherworld chains behind her that seemed to come from Fengdu also quietly disintegrated, as if they had never appeared.
The throne and the woman on the throne returned to normal in an instant, and looked no different from when Xia Feng came here before.
Xia Feng's right eyelid twitched slightly, and he asked tentatively, "Lord Dragon God, have you been okay these past three months?"
Emperor Si raised her eyes and nodded calmly: "Very good."
"Oh, that's good."
Xia Feng nodded, but he was a little confused. "Then what were you doing just now?"
The space fell into a brief silence.
"I am aware of your death."
Emperor Si said calmly, "After all, as my only believer, your death is undoubtedly a provocation to the Dragon God. Therefore, I am prepared to pay the price of deep sleep to help you execute those four heretics."
"!" Xia Feng was shocked when he heard Miss Xielong's words.
It was a close call. Fortunately, I came in as soon as I was resurrected. Otherwise, if I killed four newbies and caused Miss Evil Dragon to fall into a ten thousand year sleep again, it would really be a loss.
But what surprised Xia Feng was that Miss Xielong could actually know who killed him? She could even snipe the target while being sealed?
"My believer, you have broken your promise again. I need a reasonable explanation." Emperor Si looked at me with disdain.
Three months ago, after helping the believers to get rid of the group of evil and human enemies and accepting the challenge of the evil witch, the believers said that they would come to find her soon.
And I didn’t expect that this ‘soon’ would be a full three months.
(End of this chapter)
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