Two hundred million in debt?I relied on metaphysics to make my debut and become a top-notch person!

Chapter 449: The dragon clan is indeed easy to deceive. Shi Sang forces a good woman to become a prostitute?
The clan leader's wife's eyes were filled with genuine worry: "What's going on with Jinli? Go find the Fourth Elder!"

Shi Sang stepped forward at the right time and said, "No need to look for her. The dragon clan's treasure will not harm a real saint. This shows that she is not the real Saint Jinli."

All dragons present: “!?”

The fairy's heart was in his throat. Was he exposed? No, could he admit it directly?
At this moment, large amounts of blood oozed out from the false saint's wounds, quickly dyeing the bluestone ground bright red.

Shi Sang pointed at the fake saint and continued, "Through her soul, I saw that she was a cunning black dragon in her previous life. There is no doubt that we have all been deceived by her. She pretended to be a saint with ulterior motives and must have other intentions."

The fairy hurriedly cooperated and tried his best to distance himself from the matter: "I was also deceived by her and almost harmed the dragon clan."

The clan leader had a clear face and a serious look, not at all angry after being deceived. Instead, he smiled as if he had expected it, "Speaking of which, we have to thank the God. If it weren't for the God, she would have succeeded."

Seeing this, the fairy's heart began to beat fast. The Dragon Clan Chief was indeed not so easy to fool. This smile seemed to say that he had seen through everything!

The fake saint's pupils trembled: "No, I am a saint, I am the real saint..."

The immortal promised her that as long as she was obedient, the entire dragon clan would be hers!

She will be able to incite the dragon clan and pave the way for the Immortal Lord soon. She is very useful, just please don't abandon her!

The cracks in her bones would pierce into her flesh, and every movement felt like being eaten by thousands of ants. She even had difficulty speaking.

The fake saint is still a mortal, and it is already a great achievement that she has been able to endure until now without fainting.

Shi Sang knocked the fake Saint unconscious with one palm and released Cui Juan: "To be honest, this is the real Saint."

Cuijuan smiled and waved.

The immortal messenger heaved a sigh of relief for some reason, as only the allies knew the purpose of their trip. It seemed that Shi Sang was a god on his side, otherwise he would not have helped him to cover up his lies, and would not have brought a fake saint at the right time.

But, is this lie too clumsy?

The dragon clan has just been deceived, will they believe it?
There was a huge surprise in the patriarch's eyes, but the astonishment was fleeting. He looked deeply at his biological daughter who was only as tall as his waist.

The smell of the soul was very familiar, so it could be concluded that the child holding the lotus spear was really his daughter. Then, Shi Sang was the god that Tiandao mentioned.

The clan leader's voice was filled with laughter: "Thank you, Lord God, for sending my daughter back."

The other dragons of the dragon clan approached Cuijuan one after another. After smelling the familiar scent and getting Cuijuan's signature, they all looked like newlyweds, bubbling with happiness.

"This is the Saint."

"Only the Saint can comfort us."

Immortal Envoy: “…”

No, you believe it now?
The dragon clan is really easy to deceive!

The God is worthy of being the God. When he takes action, he is worth three of them.

The masked follower's heart tightened. He always felt that something was strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange.

Shi Sang noticed the masked follower, she glanced at him sideways, and the masked follower was frightened by Shi Sang's gaze. Being stared at in such a way, he seemed to fall into a cold and dark pool of water, and his body sank little by little.

Death was slowly swallowing him up.

The masked follower couldn't help but step back, completely unable to blend in with the joy of the dragon clan welcoming the saint.

So much so that when the other dragons were celebrating, he gave up taking the fairy messenger with him and left quietly. Just as he was about to leave Dragon Island, a sword stopped him.

The Que Di sword hit the prey directly, and the instant pain in the chest made the masked follower's eyes go black. He could not control his body at all, could not steer the sword, and could only fall from a great height.

A large hole was smashed in the ground. The masked follower could only see a blurry scene. It took a long time for him to focus and see the man standing with his hands behind his back holding a sword.

There was an indescribable coldness in Rong Chunhua's eyes, and his pupils under his long eyelashes were emotionless. He put away his sword and gathered strength in his palm: "Be a good person in your next life."

The masked follower looked at Rong Chunhua in astonishment, then turned to sneer. A cultivator who wasn't even in the Tribulation Crossing Stage thought he could completely eliminate him with just one palm?

It’s just a daydream!
The masked follower's laughter stopped abruptly, and he felt the power of the laws of heaven in his palm.

Are you kidding me?
The world is in chaos!

Because he was too stunned, the masked follower could not make a sound. The power of the law devoured his spiritual energy, causing his life to come to an end. In the end, he did not even leave a last word.

At the same time as the masked follower disappeared, a soul lamp enshrined in the Supreme Palace of the Immortal Realm went out.

"Wuming, who was monitoring Wenchuan, died? Who killed him?!"

The immortal official in charge of guarding the countless soul lamps in the Supreme Palace extracted the masked follower's memories before his death, and saw Rong Chunhua, who was wearing a mask, slapping the masked follower.

The palm force contains some laws that even the gods in the fairy world cannot comprehend.

Could it be that Wuming had angered some god?

Rong Chunhua dealt with the followers, took off the mask, transformed himself into the appearance of a masked follower, and leisurely returned to the immortal messenger, acting as a background board.

The fairy took a sip of the wine and asked: "Where did you go just now?"

Rong Chunhua touched his throat and lowered his eyes and said, "I ate something bad and my voice is hoarse. I went to look for medicine."

The immortal messenger had no suspicion of anything else.

The banquet dispersed.

The Immortal Envoy found Shi Sang, bowed slightly, and said sincerely: "Wen Chuan thanks you for rescuing me, otherwise I would be exposed. My death is not a pity, but if the Immortal's plan is shelved, I can't apologize even if I die."

Shi Sang, with an unfathomable demeanor, walked from in front of Wen Chuan to in front of Rong Chunhua: "No need to thank me, the one behind Brother Wen Chuan... is quite pretty."

Wenchuan did not ignore Shi Sang's amazement and forbearance when he looked at him, but as if for some reason, he had to settle for the second best and set his gaze on his entourage.

He couldn't help but sneer in his heart. He was sure that Ding Sang was an old witch who had lived for many years. After becoming a god, her appearance could be restored and no one could tell her age. However, her nature of greed for beauty and indulging in lust was difficult to change.

Wenchuan turned sideways and said, "Wuming, it is your blessing that the Lord God has chosen you."

He was very satisfied with Shi Sang's lust. A god with flaws was easier to get along with and easier to control than one without flaws. Who wouldn't like such an ally?

Rong Chunhua pretended to take a half step back and looked at Wenchuan with disbelief.

Wen Chuan made the decision for Rong Chunhua directly: "Okay, from now on, follow me during the day and serve Lord Shenjun at night."

Rong Chunhua shook his head slightly, vividly portraying a small person who was unwilling to compromise but had no backing. On the other hand, Shi Sang had a smiling face, without any sense of guilt forcing a good woman into prostitution.

Wenchuan looked at the setting sun and stepped back very tactfully: "It's getting late, you two might as well go to bed early. I'll come back to bother you tomorrow morning."

Wait until Wenchuan is completely gone.

Shi Sang couldn't help laughing.

Rong Chunhua looked doting: "Is it fun?"

Shi Sang stood on a low stool and looked down at Rong Chunhua with a condescending smile: "Hey, if you sneak past him in disguise, it will be difficult for me to see you in the future. Don't I have to think of a way? You should praise me for my wisdom and intelligence."

Rong Chunhua burst out laughing.