He and It

"The God of Drought is the master of all things," it took courage. "He lives in the temple in Chishui. The changes in the weather and the seasons are all under his control."

Liu Fuguang asked Yan Huan in a low voice: "Do you feel it?"

Yan Huan sneered and said: "I have no idea. The so-called Drought God is just bragging about himself. The Chishui female slaves of the previous generations were the real sons of the Yellow Emperor, but they also died long ago. Could it be that just one of them became a slave of the weather and built a god called Chishui?" Tomb bag, do you dare to call yourself a god?"

He asked again: "Where is the Chishui Shrine, how is the guarding situation, and what specific magical powers does this so-called Drought God have?"

Hanba then pointed out the route for them and said: "There are no guards in the Chishui Shrine, because the God of Drought lives in the wilderness of thousands of miles of fire. Even we will feel melted when we get close, so only the God of Drought lives there alone. As for supernatural powers, I only know that the God of Drought has a precious mirror, and he will use it to look at the scenes in the world..."

Having said this, it thought that the scene at this moment might be seen by the God of Drought, and it couldn't stop trembling in fear.

"What kind of mirror is that?" Liu Fuguang asked.

Hanbao moved his mouth and answered with great difficulty: "...I don't know the origin of the magic weapon. I only know that the mirror is called the Mirror of Viewing the World."

After everything had been said, it became anxious and begged: "I...I have said everything I can say. You will keep your promise and spare my life, right? I know I was wrong and I will never dare to do it again." Already..."

Liu Fuguang looked at Yan Huan, and the Dragon God snorted and said, "Since you didn't lie, I will let you go."

He released his teeth and retracted his tentacles. As if he had been given a new lease of life, the Drought Demon jumped up and ran away. However, before it ran a few steps, a crisp "pop" sound suddenly sounded in the air, and Hanba's body froze heavily, like a puppet with its strings broken, and suddenly fell to the ground.

Along its ear canal, a pool of slime as black as tar flowed out and swam back to Yan Huan.

Liu Fuguang said: "If you want to kill, just kill. Why do you need to play such a despicable trick?"

Yan Huan spread his hands and said innocently: "How could it let go if I didn't allow it any favors? I also kept my promise and spared its life, but it didn't know it."

If you continue to argue with him, this guy who is full of crooked ideas will not know how proud he will be. Liu Fuguang ignored him again and said: "Go to Chishui Shrine, don't delay."

As the night passed, the sky gradually brightened. The two of them followed the Hanbao's map and flew all the way to the Chishui Shrine. They also encountered many powerful Hanbao on the way, but none of them were their opponents.

The further south they went, the hotter and unbearable the weather became. In the end, without the need for a map to guide them, they already saw the standing red palace, like a long translucent bright red needle piercing the bright sky.

The surface of the earth is scorched and cracked, with gold and sparkling fire flowing from the cracks, and filled with rolling magma. There is a plain thousands of miles away, and no living thing can stand on it.

Liu Fuguang's injuries were healed by Wu Luo, and he became more comfortable in using the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Yan Huan lit the sun three times, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with the heat. The two quietly passed through the scorched earth and approached the Chishui Shrine.

Liu Fuguang thought to himself that in the past, the female marauders were driven by Shujun and lived in the land of Chishui. The word Chishui should refer to magma, right?

He reminded: "The God of Drought holds a world-viewing mirror. Maybe he can see us clearly when we arrive, so..."

"so?"

"Courtesy first, then attack." Liu Fuguang said, "Even if the opponent is not a god, he has been immersed in this place for too long, and it is difficult for a strong dragon to defeat a local snake."

Yan Huan grinned. He responded to everything Liu Fuguang said: "What does it matter if you tolerate him a little?"

The Chishui Shrine is red all over, and I don’t know what kind of material it is made of. Compared to the scorching temperature of the magma plain, the temperature here is still within the tolerable range. Liu Fuguang touched the crystal red stone pillar and felt that his tentacles were hot, as if he were touching condensed blood.

All the large and small palaces were empty, and it was not known who lived in such a huge Chishui Palace.

"The God of Drought is at the top." Liu Fuguang glanced with his consciousness and knew where the other party was. "Shall we go up directly?"

Yan Huan took him and flew upwards. He really didn't have any sense of being a guest, only the sense of being a master.

Arriving at the top, a blood-red giant sat upright on the throne, with a thin face and long hair like fire crystals. There was a sparkling mirror floating in front of him, like a full moon. When he saw a stranger intruding, he just scanned their faces with red eyes indifferently.

Liu Fuguang stared at him and whispered: "You are the God of Drought."

The bloody giant looked at him with no expression on his face and said abruptly: "Zhishan, you are late."

Liu Fuguang was slightly surprised when his identity was revealed: "Do you recognize me?"

"I am a god," said the God of Drought, "I naturally recognize your identity. It's just that you came late."

He repeated this sentence twice, and Liu Fuguang couldn't help but become more curious: "Since you said I was late, how long was I late?"

The God of Drought stared at him steadily, took a long breath, and then sighed, a hot wind blew in the hall that scorched human skin and burned flesh and blood.

"It's thousands of years late, I can't even count." As he said that, he turned his eyes to Yan Huan, and a look that could be called disgust appeared in his eyes, "And you, the worst of all, why didn't you invite me? Have you been here for thousands of years?"

"Stop being so mysterious here," Yan Huan sneered, "A false god is showing off!"

The God of Drought ignored his provocation and stood up slowly. His head immediately reached the dome of the hall. He said slowly: "But it doesn't matter. The deal has been established. Supreme Good, just follow me."

His words were confusing, and his actions were also confusing. After saying these words, he opened his giant hands as hot as lava and grabbed Liu Fuguang.

From the beginning, he regarded Yan Huan as a transparent person, and his behavior at this moment made the Dragon God furious.

Yan Huan said sternly: "How dare you be so presumptuous!"

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