Daqin: Who does this throne give to me?

With one hand, he dragged the green dragon hundreds of meters long, leaving a long trail of blood behind him.

In the distance, there were at least hundreds of roads fleeing in all directions with bloody aura.

As the top demon in the world, King Qingjiao naturally has many little monsters to take care of him around him.

But even King Qingjiao was beaten to death, and it was not a surprise attack with a magic weapon, but he was directly smashed to death with his fists. Such a character made all the little monsters who took shelter around him desperately flee to the outside world as quickly as possible.

"boom!"

Qingjiao was thrown heavily in front of Caifeng, and a seal that shone with cyan brilliance twirled between Zhao Wen's fingers.

This is the god of the river on Qingjiao's body. This seal represents the status of a river, including dozens of subordinate river gods under the river.

Controlling this seal is equivalent to controlling dozens of gods.

There is no hope of becoming an immortal in cultivation, and the throne is the only hope for all practitioners to live forever.

Only the top disciples in the sect can be assigned to the god position.

Dozens of god positions mean that Zhao Wen can establish a practice school at any time as long as he wants to.

Since practicing, Zhao Wen has rarely fought with others, let alone this kind of fist-to-body fight. He directly smashed to death a green dragon that was about to become a fairy. Now he only feels his whole body is boiling.

The clothes on his body were just ordinary cloth, which had already been tattered in the battle just now.

The primordial spirit that had melted into the body was re-condensed in the sea of ​​consciousness. Compared with just now, it was obviously a circle bigger, and it felt a little more substantial.

The top supernatural powers of Taoism are complementary to cultivation. Now Zhao Wencai understands that using the supernatural powers of subduing dragons and subduing tigers to fight can also promote the growth of the primordial spirit.

"Master!" Caifeng whispered to Zhao Wen in a timid voice, "The body of King Qingjiao is too big, and the servant's magic weapon can't fit in it!"

She was sent to Zhao Wen as a maid in order to befriend this Taoist genius who had practiced Lei Fa.

After all, geniuses who practice sects have always been arrogant, and they would never look directly at Yaozu when they meet each other.

Zhao Wen, the top talent in the Taoist sect, was accompanied by a mountain fox demon who was nothing but beautiful. Such an opportunity appeared before him, and of course the Tu Shan family had to seize it.

Caifeng herself is willing to follow such a top talent.

He even imagined that he could completely capture Zhao Wen with his own charm, and then form a Taoist couple to live together and fly together.

With the support of such a top genius, or a top genius who has practiced Lei Fa, no matter who is in the world, he must make himself a little bit. All the women in the monster clan will probably envy him in their dreams.

But just now, Zhao Wen didn't use thunder method, but directly stepped forward and beat to death the most top demon king in the world, King Qingjiao, with his fist.

But let Caifeng know that her young master is more than a top genius.

Now it can be said that he is the top powerhouse in the world, even the Patriarch of the Tu Shan family is far from being able to compare with that kind of powerhouse.

Looking at standing in front of him, with a barbaric aura all over his body, plus the blood of the green dragon stained on his body, no matter whether it is Caifeng, Qingfeng and Lianxiang, looking at Zhao Wen, his eyes are shining with splendor.

The people who fled in the distance knelt down one by one and began to worship Zhao Wen, killing the river god, and now killing a dragon. In the hearts of these people, the gods in the sky are nothing more than this, and the worship is extremely pious.

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A stream of incense and wishing power flew towards Zhao Wen, and was absorbed by Zhao Wen's heavenly and earthly evil formation very naturally.

However, some of them still fell into the seal of the God of the River. When his spiritual consciousness carefully explored it, Zhao Wen discovered that all the incense and wish power for praying for good weather will be directly absorbed by this seal, and will be distributed to others after transformation. Part of the river god.

With just a single incense and vow, one can practice penance for several months in a place where the aura of heaven and earth is abundant.

In this world where heaven and earth spiritual energy is extremely scarce, with such benefits, it is no wonder that they all compete for the position of gods. Just one position can make a world of difference between two parties with similar strength.

But now, all the gods in this river belong to him.

Raising his hand to grab it, Qing Jiao's body has been included in the Tiangang Disha formation.

Zhao Wen himself also disappeared at the same time. When he appeared, he had changed into a new set of clothes.

Zhao Wen has now decided that no matter what, he must find a magic weapon in this world for a set of clothes.

Cultivators, especially those who are about to break through to the realm of the earthly fairy, are still wearing ordinary clothes. I am afraid that there are few monks who are more shabby than themselves in the whole world.

"Xiaguan's local magistrate pays homage to Shangxian!"

Seeing that the battle here is over, the county magistrate, who had led the people away from the side just now, ran over quickly.

Looking at Zhao Wen's expectant face, he said, "Please leave a name for Shangxian, so that the people can set up temples to worship."

The world is divided by cultivation forces, and the Qingjiao is so powerful that it occupies the entire river, and the people around the river have to sacrifice for three festivals every year.

But the monster's insatiable greed has already made the people miserable, and now a more powerful monk directly killed Qingjiao, and the county magistrate looked extremely respectful.

Looking at Zhao Wen very carefully, his face was full of anticipation.

However, he noticed that the river god seals of King Qingjiao had all fallen into the hands of Shangxian, which meant that Shangxian now controlled dozens of gods.

If Shangxian is willing to protect the people in this area, he will have a chance to get close to Shangxian, and one of the dozens of gods may fall on him.

"Hahaha!"

Zhao Wen laughed out loud. Even the arrogance of Qingjiao just occupied a river channel as an aquarium, and did not extend his power to the shore. He is new here, and if he recklessly steps in, I am afraid it will not last long. Time for trouble to come your way.

If you want incense and wish power, you can develop in the Great Qin World.

The world of Liaozhai is extremely vast, and the number of people far exceeds that of Daqin, but they have already been divided up.

The River God Seal in his hand is useless to him, but it is definitely the most precious treasure for the local cultivation sects in this world.

The way to maximize the benefits is not to appoint the gods to manage it, but to exchange this river god seal.

The right to appoint dozens of gods for a river, and exchange each god for a top magic weapon, the price is definitely not high.

Amidst the laughter, the figures of Zhao Wen and the three maids slowly disappeared, leaving only the remorseful county magistrate and the common people still kneeling in place.

At the same time, a young man who had cultivated five Tiangang supernatural powers and claimed to be a disciple of Maoshan directly smashed King Qingjiao to death with his fists, and the news that he had dozens of gods in his hands instantly spread throughout the cultivation world!

All of a sudden, countless cultivators looked sideways at him, especially those from the old sect who couldn't wait for the god position for a while, and even searched for Zhao Wen's direction at the fastest speed!
Daqin: Who does this throne give to me?