I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 88 Silver Dragon
Feng Bingwen looked at Yasha God who was hiding in the night sky, and he didn't move or say a word for a long time.

"Master Feng, it's getting late, you should go back!"

Just now, the land master who was waiting by the side without saying a word, leaning on a cane, tried to persuade Feng Bingwen, who was obviously in a bad mood,
"Since Lord Chenghuang already knows the news about that beast, then this beast will definitely be suppressed, so you don't need to worry too much."

"Ok, I know."

Looking at the land lord who lingered and even tried to persuade him, Feng Bingwen lowered his head and smiled at him.

"Thank you, Land Lord, today."

"No thanks, no thanks, this is my duty as a land, and you also offered incense today."

The Land Lord quickly responded with a smile, and his attitude was very good.

"I still want to thank you."

During the day, Feng Bingwen came to the Temple of the City God, so Feng Bingwen naturally knew that the incense he worshiped was somewhat different.

This time, the bad karma turned into a catastrophe, and he didn't feel it at all, and he didn't suffer any harm. Most likely, it was because the land lord blocked it for him.

He said earlier that when Na Duhe came to find him, he was delirious and full of evil spirits.Being killed by a beast, he was unwilling and turned into a fierce ghost.

The fierce ghost came to the door, was it really just Tuo Gu? What would happen if an ordinary person encountered it?
"Young master, don't be too polite, you'd better go back."

"Lord of the land, do you know where that bull is?"

Feng Bingwen was still not reconciled.

"Hey, my little son, why are you still thinking about the little old man? Although I belong to a land, it is impossible for me to know the news of such a vicious thing."

Hearing that Feng Bingwen hadn't given up yet, the Lord of the Land almost jumped up in a hurry. If something happened to this little ancestor, how could he find another person like this to offer incense to him in the future.

"Listen to the little old man's advice, even if you find it, you can't be Biao's opponent!"

"Haha."

Feng Bingwen laughed, he accepted the kindness of the land, but he didn't think he couldn't beat a special tiger, so what if he became a master?
"Hey!"

Hearing this and that laughter, the Lord of the Land knew that he couldn't persuade him, but he wasn't very worried.
"But if you ask me about this matter, I really can't help it."

"Then don't disturb the Land Lord, I'll go back to sleep first."

After hearing this, Feng Bingwen didn't bother anymore, turned around and walked towards the old house of Feng's family behind him.

"I hope Lord Chenghuang can suppress that beast as soon as possible, and don't let this silly baby find it."

Looking at Feng Bingwen's back, the land lord was still worried.But he can't help it, even if he really wants to do something, he can't stop him.

And Feng Bingwen, who returned to the house, lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, he opened the heavenly book, looked at the records above, and passed the calamity so easily.

It seems like a child's play, but in fact, it was the ghosts and gods who blocked it for him-the land collected his incense, and blocked disasters for him at night, a cycle of cause and effect.

However, such a simple emptying of bad karma made Feng Bingwen feel uneasy. He was even more uneasy when he thought of the Biao who made the land fearful and Yasha God was very solemn.

However, as the child's hour approached, Feng Bingwen's mind unexpectedly calmed down, and his breath became gentle and long, as if he had fallen asleep.

As time passed, Feng Bingwen lay down completely, breathing evenly, and actually fell asleep.It's just that halfway through the child's hour, when the yin energy between heaven and earth is at its strongest, Feng Bingwen's abdomen actually shone a little silver.

The bright silver light spots are intertwined and reflected, converging into a magnificent spectacle, and the silver light is rippling, like a lake with water.

hold head high!
Accompanied by a dragon chant that mortals cannot hear, a vigorous dragon shadow rose from Feng Bingwen's abdomen. This dragon shadow appeared hazy at first, but with the silver light shining, its body gradually solidified, scales and armor appeared, and beard and hair appeared. all available.

It's just that although his eyes are full of aura, they are slightly dull, as if they are soulless.

But when all the dragon shadows rose up and hovered above Feng Bingwen's body, a little spiritual light rose from between Feng Bingwen's eyebrows and fell into the dragon soul.

Originally sluggish, the Jiaolong, like a clay puppet, is like a painted dragon whose eyes have been dotted in the legend. Its eyes become lively, and its breath is also fresh. It is amazing to walk around the room, soaring through the clouds and driving the fog.

hold head high--

As if the silver dragon that had really come alive gave out a loud and clear long cry, with a light swing of its slender dragon tail, its vigorous body rushed straight to the roof, passing through the roof, and came out of the house.

Rumbling--

It was winter, but when the dragon's shadow appeared under the sky, there was a thunderous sound in the sky, and I didn't know how many people were awakened in a short time.

And as the sound of thunder reverberated in the sky and the earth, the silver dragon, which was only a few feet long, suddenly grew longer in the air. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a size of more than ten feet.

The one who will be the first to witness this scene is really worried, and the land master who is still in the land temple of Fengjia village. The silver dragon hovering in the sky was dumbfounded and dumbfounded.

"This, this, this..."

The land lord said three words in a row, but he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

He had specifically inquired about this young master of the Feng family before, and knew that this young master of the Feng family had an extraordinary background, but no matter how much he guessed, he did not expect the scene he saw now.

"Could this young master of the Feng family be the reincarnation of the dragon species from the Dragon Palace in the water?"

The Land Lord pondered, his expression a little cloudy, but he quickly shook his head,

"No, no, because Mr. Feng is obviously a human body, not a dragon, but this doesn't make sense. Could it be the reincarnation of a dragon? But this family background is too ordinary."

At this time, the silver dragon in the sky had gathered clouds and mist to cover his figure. He looked into the distance, but he naturally ignored the gaze from the City God Temple below him that was staring at him without any sense of threat.

hold head high--

The silver dragon uttered a long cry, and flew towards the direction it was looking at. There was turbulent Yin Qi, filled with evil energy, and the murderous energy soared hundreds of feet into the sky. It was a battlefield far away from the secular world.

The strong and sharp Yin soldiers marched in formation, relying on the armor condensed with divine power bestowed by the City God, they strangled more than a dozen evil ghosts in an orderly manner.

These ghosts were carefully selected, and they were at least first-class masters in the arena during their lifetime, but they still seemed so weak in the face of the army of Yin soldiers.

However, this one-sided battle did not frighten the owner of the ghost. The scarred, dark beast with no complete fur on its body was lying on a huge rock, watching this seemingly intriguing battle. A battle that is extremely unfavorable to it...

　Happy New Year's Eve!
　　——Congratulations from the hard-working author who is still coding during Chinese New Year.

　　
　
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