Please come down when it gets dark

At the same time as these words were spoken, Feng Shenjun raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Jiang Daogong.

At the same time as this action was performed, Jiang Shenxian spurted out a mouthful of blood, and at the same time, his body fell straight back and fell to the ground.

Jiang Daogong was a god no matter what, but when faced with a higher level god, Jiang Zhenjun didn't even make a move to resist, and was beaten and vomited blood.

This was Feng Chuyang's intention to hold back, otherwise even if Jiang Daogong hadn't fallen in that moment just now, his cultivation level would have been knocked down a level.

"This is not divine consciousness!

It’s Fuyao God himself.”

He Nanxing, who originally planned to come over to help, saw Jiang Daohan vomiting blood and understood instantly.

He shouted and repeated Jiang Shenxian's words and kept retreating.

When He Nanxing was still a god, Feng Shenjun didn't even have to look at him.

Now that He Shenxian has become a mortal He, Feng Chuyang is even more lazy to pay attention to him. He turned his head and looked me up and down, and said:

"Your Majesty, you have a good mouth. Please try not to speak if you can next time.

Although it’s not a sure thing, it’s what makes people uncomfortable – it’s so hard to guard against.
The same goes for the gadget named Jiang. I really thought I was not prepared at all."

When he said this, Feng Shenjun turned to look at Jiang Daogong, who had just gotten up and his face was as pale as a piece of white paper, and said to him:
"Who gave you the courage?
It is already disrespectful to dare to think of attacking the Lord God, but you actually did it to this little thing.

It was you who first offended the Lord God with your petty crime, and now even if I kill you directly, no one in heaven will say anything about me."

While speaking, Feng Shenjun extended his hand to Jiang Daohan again.
Seeing that Feng Chuyang was about to attack Jiang Daogong, I hurriedly shouted to stop him:
"Old Feng!

Please be merciful and give Chiang Kai-shek a break. I have something to ask him.
There are still things I haven’t figured out yet.”

When I spoke, Feng Chuyang's finger had already been raised again.

Just before taking action, Feng Shenjun heard my words. After turning his head and looking at me, he frowned and retracted his fingers.

At this time, Jiang Daogong was panting heavily and tried to adjust his breathing several times. Unfortunately, his breath couldn't stop flowing around, and finally caused severe coughing.

Finally, I took advantage of the space where his coughing stopped, and I said carefully:
"Old Chiang, you have reached this point, and you understand that there is no chance of turning around.
But for the sake of helping me retrieve my memory, I have to say a few good words for you.

But it depends on how you say the good words. Is it easy to say good things?

It’s better to say good things in reverse and say them while rubbing the fire
You are a smart god and know what I want to ask."

Before I finished speaking, Jiang Daogong bent down and waved his hand at me. At this time, he lost his breath again and started coughing violently.

The cough was very violent this time, and he held his last breath in his chest. He suddenly opened his mouth and faced Feng Chuyang's direction, and spurted out another mouthful of blood.

The moment this mouthful of blood spurted out, the plasma in it suddenly exploded.

With a muffled sound, the nearly transparent dragon that had just merged with Jiang Daokan sprang out of the blood.

After this giant dragon covered in Jiang Daogong's blood sprang out, it first flew into the sky like lightning.

After swimming back and forth in the sky a few times, the giant dragon shook off the blood on its body.

He roared violently, then leaned over and pounced on Feng Chuyang's position.

The moment he saw this giant dragon appear, Feng Chuyang had such a strange smile on his face.

He stared at the giant dragon and said to himself:
"I just wanted to praise you a few words, which is somewhat interesting.

Dare to attack the Lord of Gods - it turns out that he has this trump card." While speaking, Feng Chuyang grabbed the consciousness that had just been knocked away by Jiang Daogong with one hand.

He suddenly grabbed the consciousness that was exactly the same as his own and threw it in the direction of the giant dragon.

The consciousness screamed in astonishment, and before he could react, he was grabbed by the giant dragon in mid-air.

The consciousness wanted to protect itself, but with both hands in the dragon's mouth, it was impossible to use the magical method of escape.

In desperation, his consciousness turned around and shouted to his true self:
"Help."

Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, his body was bitten into pieces by the dragon and swallowed into his mouth.

Seeing his consciousness being swallowed by the giant dragon, Feng Chuyang didn't look panicked at all.

Instead, he showed a hint of excitement. Taking advantage of the wasted moment, he took half a step back with his left foot and slapped the dragon's head that was already in front of him with his left hand.

With a loud "pop!", the almost transparent dragon was slapped, and its head was directly pressed to the ground.

The giant dragon was beaten until all its orifices were bleeding, and the place where it was beaten had collapsed and turned into a strange depression.

At this time, its big tail flew to Feng Chuyang's side with inertia, and the moment it landed, it suddenly seemed like a spiritual snake, tightly tying up Feng Shenjun.

Feng Chuyang did not expect that the giant dragon would still have the ability to fight back despite being like this.

The divine king frowned slightly, and added a handful of immortal magic to his hand, smashing the dragon's head into pieces.

I originally thought that after the dragon died, the big tail that bound him would loosen.

Unexpectedly, this big tail was not affected at all. It continued to tighten its body, imprisoning Feng Chuyang's body and making a rattling sound.
Only then did Feng Chuyang realize that something was wrong, and wanted to use the magic of teleportation to avoid danger. Only then did he realize that the dragon's tail actually had the function of imprisoning the magic.

After the immortal magic was imprisoned, Feng Chuyang couldn't use any of his Tongtian abilities.
"How could I, a little True Lord, be unprepared for the Divine Lord? Cough cough cough cough."

Seeing Feng Chuyang being locked up, Jiang Daogong staggered and coughed as he walked over.

Standing in front of Feng Shenjun, whose face was starting to turn red, he gasped a few times, and after finally controlling his coughing, he said to Feng Chuyang, whose face was ashen:

"Hasn't His Majesty the Divine Lord seen these twin dragons?

Not to mention the divine king, not even the current Emperor of Heaven has heard of it.

This beast has two lives, and one life is branched from the dragon's navel.

You killed the dragon's head, but the dragon's tail is still alive.

This was not originally prepared for you, Lord God, but for that little Taoist named Mingyue—cough cough cough cough."

Halfway through speaking, Jiang Daogong coughed violently again.

The moment the coughing stopped, Jiang Daogong turned his palm, and a fairy sword flew out from his palm.

Jiang Zhenjun grabbed the hilt of the sword and gestured to chop off Feng Chuyang's head.
I was so anxious that I shouted to Jiang Daokan:
"Lao Jiang! Do you think Lao Feng, the god-king, is called for nothing?
How do you know he is not acting for you?"

Halfway through my words, I already had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

Feng Chuyang looked at me wrongly, and his mouth opened and closed.

Although I couldn't hear what he said, judging from the literal meaning of the lip reading, it should be a curse word.
(End of this chapter)