The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Chapter 189 The little dragon girl who comes to your door

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The sky that should have ushered in the rising sun is now filled with darkness. The strong wind swept through the dark clouds, which quickly piled up in the sky. Not even an inch of the light from the sun fell to the ground, and was completely blocked. There was darkness between the sky and the earth, making this end... The darkness continues.

Click——

A branch-shaped lightning roared in the sky, bringing a moment of light between heaven and earth, illuminating countless faces full of joy. The farmers who had gotten up early and were preparing to work in the fields now looked at the cloudy faces, all of them were confused. Full of joy and excitement.

"It's raining, hahaha, it's finally going to rain heavily!"

"God opens his eyes, and the river god appears!"

"Our wheat is saved!"

The cheers full of joy seemed extremely inconsistent under the increasingly dark and depressing clouds. Some children who were not familiar with the world were frightened and cried when they looked at the continuous thunder in the sky and listened to the howling wind. But the adults But he looked at the gloomy sky and laughed.

Pa da ~

Pa da ~

Soon, under the expectant eyes of the farmers, large raindrops fell from the sky, hitting the dry land, nourishing the land that had been longing for rain for a long time.

The heavy rain is like a waterfall, like the Tianhe River bursting its banks. This heavy rain seems to make up for all the unfinished rain that has fallen since the spring plowing.

The rain poured down from the sky, and soon the long-dry land was thoroughly moisturized. When these farmers looked anxious, the heavy rain began to gradually decrease, as if it knew the farmers' thoughts, and thick rain clouds swept over them. The strong wind came and drifted farther away.

"The river god appears!"

"Long live the Dragon King!"

Seeing that this cloud and rain came so timely and ended so appropriately, many farmers knelt on the ground and knelt down to worship, thanking the being who brought down the cloud and rain, whether it was the Sui Lord in charge of the river or someone in the dark world. It doesn’t matter if it’s God in the world.

"On behalf of the people of Xining County, I would like to thank Second Master Feng!"

In the high sky where the clouds and rain were about to disperse and the rays of the morning sun were about to fall, a ghost and god with golden light all over his body bowed to the being standing on the distant dark clouds.

The being that brought down the heavy rain wasn't even human, it was just a horse standing among the clouds with its hooves treading the snow, but the county god could feel the opponent's tyrannical strength.

A great demon!

Following the order of the rumored Second Master Feng, he came to spread the rain. Although he also spent a lot of divine power to guide the gathering of clouds, his contribution was still not as good as that of the horse. The heavy rain was still directed by the other party. of.

"..."

Sen Miao glanced at the county god, nodded slightly, and did not give any verbal response. She drove the clouds and rain under her feet to the next rainfall location. She wanted to have seven heavy rains in two days. Too much time and energy are wasted in unnecessary places.

Yin~

A melodious dragon roar came from a hundred miles away. Sen Miao, who had the blood of Qilin, could feel that just above the sky a hundred miles away, a petite figure like a golden thread was flying in the clouds and rain. It rained heavily.

At this moment, it was not just the two of them who were causing rain over Nanshao Mansion, there were also three other great demons from the Shui Tribe who came from the Dragon Palace of the Water Mansion and were temporarily obeying Feng Qingan's orders.

That is to say, when Nanshao Mansion ushered in the long-awaited heavy rain, and the drought was greatly alleviated, and would even disappear soon, the young man sitting on the altar in the Dragon Palace of Shui Mansion was frowning.

"This Suicune is really not that easy to be!"

Originally, Feng Qingan felt that he had the authority to control rainfall. Even if Shuijun was absent, he could take over the position temporarily and take over the power without affecting the production of the people on both sides of the river.

In fact, this is indeed the case. Rainfall is not a big deal. Some monsters with extraordinary talents can use the right time and place to induce a heavy rain.

But what if a limited amount of heavy rain falls in different locations in one day? Mountains have no constant shape, and water has no constant potential. The right amount of water is as expensive as oil, but once it rains too much, it will easily cause many disasters.

Divine authority is not a plaything. When you hold it in your hands, you must perform the corresponding duties. Moreover, you do not have to perform it for a period of time and then you can stop doing it the next time. The duties of a god must be performed every day. This is part of the daily life of a god.

This is quite stressful for Feng Qingan, who has been traveling around the world since he left home. He just wants to bear the consequences of his sword swing, satisfy his curiosity and experience being a waterman. What do you feel like?

But who would have thought that being a water lord in charge of a thousand-mile river would be so difficult. As a water lord, you need to satisfy more than just Nanshao Mansion. Nanshao Mansion is only a part of the basin that this thousand-mile river flows through.

People in other state capitals would also offer sacrifices to the Sui Lord of the Poliujiang River and pray for rain. This made Feng Qing'an hardly have a good rest since he took over the position of the Sui Lord.

He received reports of rain prayers every now and then, and could not rest for a moment. This was still the result of the old turtle helping him, but even so, Feng Qingan felt quite tired.

"Sir, this is the reason why you are unwilling to refine the water veins. If you are willing, as long as you have complete control of the Boliu River water veins, you can make rain fall with just a thought. How can it be so troublesome!"

Hearing Feng Qing'an's sigh, a large human-shaped turtle serving next to the throne immediately comforted him.

"Prime Minister Turtle, you don't have to say it anymore, I can't let the water veins bind me!"

Feng Qing'an took a look at the old turtle, whose figure and face were almost the same as those of an old man except for the turtle shell on his body. He sighed, and then asked unwillingly,

"Let me ask you again, are you really not willing to take charge of the water veins? As long as you nod your head, I can let you take the position of Shui Lord right now!"

[Race: Spirit Turtle]

[Attributes: turtle, spirit, water, sky]

[Potential Level: Lord·Medium]

[Combat power level: King·Inferior]

"This is the sixth time that Young Master has asked the same question. He is old and does not have much energy to deal with Sui Lord's affairs. If Young Master has no intention, please choose another good Lord."

When Old Turtle heard Feng Qingan's inquiry, he couldn't help but sigh. He had lived for almost a thousand years, and this was the first time he had encountered such a strange thing. Someone was actually unmoved by the position of Sui Lord so close to him. It is clear that you only need to take one more step forward to enjoy eternal life.

Of course, the reason why he is not interested in Suicune's position is because he has lived long enough and does not need to control the water veins. He also does not want to be restricted. He is already slow enough.

"What's wrong with old age? As long as you control the rivers and water veins, your realm will definitely be able to reach a higher level. By then, your life span will be extended, and you will no longer be old, and will return to the peak of your youth. status!"

Feng Qing'an tried to seduce the old turtle in front of him. This is why even though there are many restrictions, many creatures in the world can flock to it.

Because this is a way to live forever, but the living beings who choose this path will have a limited range of activities from now on.

"Young master, there is no need to persuade me any more. I have already made up my mind. I only want to assist Suicune and do not want to be Suicune!"

The old turtle declined firmly.

"You old turtle..."

Seeing that this old turtle was so disrespectful and refused to take the bait, Feng Qing'an was so angry that he cursed, but even though he felt angry, he did not take action against this old turtle, because this old turtle was the key to him winning this water palace. location.

Before entering this water palace, he felt that even though this water palace lost Shui Lord, it still had a profound foundation. There were two king-level beings, one of whom was the old turtle in front of him, and the second one was naturally... He chopped down the dragon's wife.

A mirage dragon whose strength level seems to be almost the same as that of the old turtle. Of course, it is also a hybrid dragon with mixed blood. But even with impure blood, Mrs. Suicune is still a king above all spirits.

However, those who understand the current affairs are heroes, and this Suicune lady is obviously a hero. When she saw the strength shown by Feng Qingan and his party, this Suicune lady still had the idea of ​​killing them.

But the old turtle came to Mrs. Suicune and gave her a fortune telling in front of her. After seeing the fortune of the old turtle, Mrs. Suicune did not hesitate to use her race's innate magical power, leaving behind a fake one that looked like the real thing. The mirage clone, along with the dragon sons and grandsons of her lineage, fled directly.

Only Old Turtle was left who advocated surrendering to Feng Qing'an and his party. The most powerful Prime Minister Turtle advocated so. Needless to say about the rest of the Shui Tribe, Feng Qing'an, with the assistance of Old Turtle, logically took over the Dragon Palace of Shuifu. .

"Okay, since you don't want to be Suicune, then you can recommend me a suitable candidate!"

Feng Qing'an took a step back. He had only been a sailor for more than ten days. Now he wanted to shirk the blame, but he didn't want to do it so completely. He couldn't be irresponsible and had to choose a water lord who could benefit the people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait. .

"I think the young master's armor and your mount are quite suitable..."

"Don't play my mind. I'll let you choose the ones that have nothing to do with me. I won't talk about character or anything else. The most important thing is to get close to the human race. I don't want to kill again with my sword!"

Feng Qing'an interrupted what the old turtle who was pretending to be stupid wanted to say.

Thousand-year-old bastard, ten-thousand-year-old turtle, this old turtle looks senile, but Feng Qingan does not dare to look down on him. As for old age, Feng Qing'an just thinks it's a fart. Among the attributes of this old guy, there is "Heaven" .

This revealed the true nature of this old guy. To a certain extent, this old turtle was even more terrifying than Suicune Boliu who was hacked to death by his sword.

The gap between his potential level and his current state is the largest that Feng Qingan has seen so far. This means that this old turtle has exceeded the limits of his race and broken the shackles time and time again.

"Sir, in fact, the person who is most suitable to succeed you as Lord of the Wave River has already had a relationship with you. You only need to wait patiently and you will find her naturally, or wait for her to appear in front of you."

"Have you told me a fortune?"

Feng Qing'an's eyes unconsciously fell on the turtle shell on the old turtle's back. The almost natural texture on it was quite interesting. If you stared at it for a long time, you would feel dizzy.

"Of course!"

"So, where is my replacement now?"

Feng Qingan couldn't wait to ask.

"The secret must not be leaked, sir, please be patient!"

The old turtle looked like he was nagging, but Feng Qing'an couldn't tolerate him, so he drew the Green God Sword on the spot and put it on his neck.

"Old Prime Minister, do you think the sword in my hand is disadvantageous?"

"Sir, I'm sorry to say that this sword of yours is indeed inferior. It's not as good as the other one!"

"Okay, I'll change it right now!"

"Sir, wait!"

Seeing that Feng Qing'an was really going to take out the dragon-slaying sword, Lao Gui didn't dare to neglect and explained quickly,

"It's not that I don't want to explain it clearly, but that this heavenly secret is what it is. I can't see it too clearly. I can only give some hints. If I say something too clearly, I will be punished by God!"

"Is that so?"

Feng Qing'an stared at the old turtle for a long time, as if to see if the old turtle was lying. However, since he had reached this point, Feng Qing'an did not make things difficult for him anymore. He originally wanted to deceive. It would be great if this old guy could just agree.

"Don't dare to deceive the young master!"

"Um!"

"Please, Sir, please handle these government affairs!"

Seeing that Feng Qing'an no longer made things difficult for him, the old prime minister smiled and hugged a bunch of jade butterflies and placed them in front of him. He looked at the young man's eyebrows and knitted them together unconsciously.

"Can I be a faint king?"

"Of course you can, but can you bear the backlash of the resentment and karma of the river creatures and the people on both sides of the river?"

"..."

Those who receive the country's filth are called the rulers of the country; those who receive the country's misfortune are called the kings of the world.

The same is true for the earth. The gods have their authority. It does not mean that you can really travel around the mountains and rivers freely, and do nothing except eating, drinking and having sex all day long.

Others only saw that the position of Po Liujiang Shuijun was so beautiful, and he could collect huge incense offerings. But if they didn't sit in this position, they would never have imagined how much it would cost to collect and maintain such a huge incense.

But Feng Qing'an, who is unwilling to take over Suicune, is also unwilling to get involved in the incense. To a certain extent, Feng Qing'an is working for the next Sui Lord in vain. This is why he wants to change hands as soon as possible. What a loss. .

"well!"

With a sigh, the young man acting for Suicune bowed his head and committed the crime. After half a while, he suddenly felt his soul being touched, and on a whim, he felt a burst of joyful emotions entering his heart.

The fifth soul contract, Minglong Armor!

"What's wrong?"

"The Art of Resurrection", UU Reading www.uukanshu.net A wisp of Feng Qing'an's consciousness scattered and fell on the Minglong Armor.

Yin~

The clear and bright dragon head of Minglongjia, which was hovering in the clouds, stared down. The bustling county town that had just been bathed in a heavy rain let out a low groan of joy. Feng Qing'an immediately understood the source of his joy.

"The third magic weapon?! It's down there!"

Xunhai Sword!

Feng Qing'an remembered clearly that when Bailangjiang Shuijun wanted to divert trouble to the east, he betrayed his brother without hesitation. But when it comes to the third magic weapon, the Xunhai Sword, for its holder, that is, His sister, however, said her whereabouts were unknown and wanted to send him away.

So Feng Qing'an didn't have any expectations for this magical weapon. He just thought about the Zhenhai Seal. But at that time, he had no idea of ​​​​taking action against Poliujiang Suijun. But who made this Suijun start to waver because of the death of his biological father? Damn, just being emotional.

Since this is the attitude, there is nothing more to say, just cut it off with one sword!

Minglongjia, who had now gathered two divine weapons, sensed the existence of the third divine weapon on his way back. To a certain extent, it was even moving under his nose.

This has already been delivered to your door, how can you bear it?