My hero is myself

The dragon hit the barrier with its head and felt that its head was almost split open.

However, the Pengwang Temple and the worshipers under its protection were not affected at all and continued to recite the "Sealing the Heaven and Killing the Ming Ru".

"In King Peng's territory, evil spirits stop."

Gong Zhengxi pointed at the dragon contemptuously, "You don't know whether to live or die, so I will accept your magical power for the teacher!"

The divine power stirred up the blessings of Gong Zhengxi and the other three people who secretly performed temple blessings. They stood in the position of the three talents of heaven, earth and man, controlled the blood-red barrier to generate energy sword lights, and shot them towards the dragon.

"Ah, you insidious rat, you dare to destroy my moral conduct!"

The dragon tried its best to avoid it, but the bloody sword light did not need to hit at all. When it got close, the explosion would dissolve the incense it had worked so hard to accumulate, causing its cultivation to decline rapidly.

This is actually a combination of divine power and Taoist skills, a formation that Rolan personally laid out for the Peng King Temple in various places.

This is to prevent local gods from coming to stir up trouble when the number of believers is growing.

But he didn't want them all to be too cowardly, so this method was not exposed until now.

Jiaolong felt that the Pengwang Temple was full of tough ideas, and he didn't care that he had lost 500 years of Taoism in a short period of time, so he twisted around and ran away.

Disaster victims are everywhere, there is no need to fight in front of this temple!

It has vaguely felt that King Peng is different from the incense gods like them. He has reached a higher realm.

They are not restricted by Taoism at all. Although they don't know how to follow, the believers under their hands can already restrain their true bodies...

You can't mess with this guy at all!

It was impossible to expel King Peng, so Jiaolong summoned several mountain gods and river gods who were close to him and told them that King Peng was not someone to be trifled with.

If the hatred is not irreversible, I suggest you hide away!

Seeing the menacing dragon escaping in panic, the believers who had been chanting scriptures with their heads lowered finally cheered.

King Xinpeng is indeed right!

An old dragon that is so big, so ferocious and so scary cannot even invade.

Gong Zhengxi's expression did not relax.

He still activated the formation, resisting the constant impact of the flood, and there was a look of worry on his brows.

It is true that they defeated the thousand-year-old dragon and fled, but that was all consuming King Peng's divine power.

There are hundreds of temples to King Peng in various places, and there are even more mountain gods and river gods.

No matter how strong King Peng is, his foundation is ultimately shallow. How much strength does he have that can withstand such consumption?

Gong Zhengxi couldn't help but sweat for the teacher...

In this difficult night, I wonder how much blood will be shed before the rain can pass and the clouds can be cleared and the sun can be seen?

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In a small town, at the entrance of a two-story medical clinic, a white-haired old man flashed his spear and angrily scolded a group of gangsters who tried to rush into the door:

"Seeing as you all dress up as businessmen, how can you do such things as bandits and bandits?"

But that group of people just held their swords and kept slashing.

There was no plan, just immense strength, coupled with a crazy attack that had no idea of ​​defense, forcing the old man with deep martial arts training to retreat step by step.

Click!

When a businessman faced a spear piercing his chest, he did not dodge, but took the initiative to meet it.

He jammed the spear with his own ribs, and others naturally took the opportunity to swarm him, forcing the old man to let go and let go of the spear.

After losing his weapon, the old man suddenly found it difficult to resist. He counted several words in his hand and staggered back to the medical center.

"Mr. Shen, let them in."

A pretty girl appeared on the second floor, calling the white-haired old man to step back and face these businessmen:

"You are taking advantage of the natural disaster to plunder, whether it is for money or women, I can cooperate, but please let the patients who are recovering in the building be released."

It turns out that this pretty girl is the owner of this medical clinic. The medical clinic was inherited from her father, and its reputation has become more and more famous, and she is known as the Medical Fairy.

It's just that this medical fairy doesn't know martial arts or practices immortality. She's just an ordinary woman with a kind heart and knows some Qihuang techniques.

At this time, there is a sense of self-sacrifice.

The white-haired old man was the Jianghu guest she saved. In order to repay her kindness for saving her life, she always protected him.

A group of businessmen walked into the medical center and did not answer. They just cut people on sight.

But he had already been hit by the monster's spell and lost his mind.

The wound that had been stabbed in the chest healed quickly and he was still alive and well.

The advantage of losing one's mind is that one has the power of divine blessing, and can recover from any injuries that are not fatal.

The white-haired old man smiled bitterly: "Miss, I still have to fight with my life to prevent you from leaving."

"I'm leaving, those patients are just afraid..." The female medical fairy smiled bitterly and shook her head.

"They can't walk. If they don't die at the hands of thieves, they will die from floods or monsters... In this world, are there really gods who can save them?"

But suddenly the sound of swords roared.

A thin sword flipped and moved in the air, without human hands to control it, so it could strike at all kinds of incredible angles.

It also had an explosive effect when it hit the human body, instantly causing big holes in the chests of the merchants.

His heart was blown away, which was a fatal injury.

The demonized half-man that the old man couldn't solve with all his strength before was completely destroyed in an instant!

"Is there really a swordsman in the world?" Mr. Shen felt that the slap in the face came too quickly.

"It's just a pawn under King Peng's command."

A short one-eyed young man walked into the medical clinic, summoned the small sword, and bowed to the masked woman:

"Back then, I was chased by the Jin soldiers. Fortunately, I was treated by Dr. Hu. I'm here to protect you today."

It was Shan Yingqi who came to Pengwang Temple alone and went around rescuing people.

"I remember you, you were that boy Shan... who hacked to death the captain of the tenth army at the age of 14. Now you have learned a lot of good skills."

The female doctor exclaimed, extremely surprised.

Unexpectedly, within a few years, this young man would become more powerful than the older masters who had been practicing martial arts all their lives.

"It's not advisable to stay here for a long time. I'm afraid the monsters controlling these merchants will come soon. You two can go to the Peng Prince Temple with me to take shelter."

The female medical fairy shook her head: "In my medical clinic, there are still more than a dozen patients who are seriously ill and unable to walk..."

"You're such a bad temper... luckily I thought a little more."

Shan Yingqi laughed and roared several times.

"Doctor Hu, leave your sick brother to us."

Many fishermen rowed boats and arrived at the door of the medical center.

The female medical fairy has superb medical skills and treats poor people. She often sells medicinal materials when she knows she can't afford the medicine. Many people have received excellent care.

Normally, fishing boats cannot come in, but now that the flood has arrived, these small boats are an extremely convenient means of transportation due to their superb sailing skills.

Shan Yingqi laughed loudly: "I will open the way for you!"

He lit a lighting talisman, threw it out of the window, and then thrust out a flying sword.

In the center is a huge black wolf head, with big eyes bigger than a bull's eye, and the emerald green is scary.

Shan Yingqi struggled with the black wolf and deliberately lured it away.

The remaining people he rescued along the road carried the sick people and headed in the opposite direction to him.

"Then Mr. Shan won't he go with us?" the female medical fairy asked.

Although she is one year older, Shan Yingqi is so skilled that she can no longer call her Shan Xiaozi.

"Shan Daxia naturally wants to save more people... Our state capital is not the only one affected by the disaster..."

The fishermen lamented, "During this catastrophic disaster, all temples and Taoist temples have closed their doors. Only Prince Peng's ancestral hall is still willing to accept those of us who have no money and power..."

"Then King Peng...could it be that the marshal is really the reincarnation?"

The female doctor's eyes flickered, thoughtfully.

She has family rules and does not believe in ghosts and gods.

But if it is such a god who can still receive blessings without asking for his blessings, how should we calculate it...

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Above the sky, black clouds were billowing, but there were many monsters moving in the clouds and causing rain, instigating this disaster.

They felt the big bird in front of them, which was similar to but different from incense, and asked strangely:

"Are you from any mountain or river summoned by the Heavenly Master to kill that golden-haired bird man?"

Because the images of Kunpeng Dharmaxiang and Golden-winged Dapeng were quite different, these people thought Roland was also an accomplice.

Roland glanced at these gods of incense, each one of them was ferocious, and they had completely revealed their true nature as demons and monsters.

He didn't bother to answer, after all, he had no mountains or rivers.

He just opened his giant kiss and activated his magical power of swallowing heaven and earth, locking onto the monsters in front of him who had eaten their fill of incense recently.

Even the monsters and the strong aura of clouds and water in the sky swallowed them all up and began to digest them.

The one who ran fast broke free from the magical power.

There was also a temporary stalemate that had to contend with the suction force. In panic, he couldn't help but ask:

"You, you, you, you barbarians, have ruined the Heavenly Master's important affairs. Aren't you afraid that the Heavenly Master will blame you?"

"Don't eat me. If you have something to say, talk it over. If you have something to discuss, it's easy to discuss!"

"Brother, where are you from? Aren't we going to do that Peng King together?"

Listening to the noise of these monsters in his ears, Roland couldn't help but laugh:

"You deserve to be used as cannon fodder...you don't even recognize the enemy!"

"Could it be...that you are the Peng King?"

The monsters looked at this thing that looked like a fish and a bird, and finally realized.

Unfortunately, this realization came too late.

Except for a few who had special escape powers, the rest were buried in the belly of the sky-devouring earth.

Roland's eyes narrowed slightly as he digested the incense of these little gods and turned it into divine power to feed back to believers everywhere fighting against monsters and natural disasters.

"Since the Heavenly Master is here, there is no need to hide, right?"

Roland asked loudly.

"As expected of King Peng, he does have great magical powers and good methods."

Zhang Mingyan showed his background.

Behind him, a giant man wearing animal skins and with colorful oil paint on his face also appeared.

His aura is certainly powerful, even a bit more powerful than the contemporary Celestial Masters.

But what really caught Roland's attention was the woman in green clothes standing behind him, holding a sword.

There was no expression on her face. Looking at the clean battlefield, nothing seemed to interest her.

Roland almost couldn't maintain his appearance and fell into the clouds.

"The Great Shaman of the Kingdom of Jin?"

He looked at the giant man and asked, "Are you actually helping her practice by causing this disaster?"

This situation suddenly became difficult to understand...

The gourd that grandpa worked so hard to grow provided enough nutrients, but in the end it was hatched by a monster?