Xing Tian is a general under Emperor Yan, and his head was chopped off during the battle with Emperor Huang.

Legend has it that Huangdi was afraid that Xing Tian would find his head back, so he split the Changyang Mountain with a sword and buried his head inside.

However, Xing Tian did not die. Instead, he treated his two nipples as eyes, his navel turned into his mouth, and continued to fight.

As for the nose, ears...

I didn’t die even after cutting my head. Is the nose and ears still important?

Xing Tian is Huangfu Doulong's guardian spirit. Although his combat power is far inferior to Yinglong, the god of war that he will fight against, his strength cannot be underestimated.

Fortunately, Huangfu Doulong just twitched the corner of his mouth, said nothing else, nor looked at him more, but instead used the four directions and seals seals to stabilize the barrier of Rakshasa Street as in the original plot.

Xu Long didn't know what happened, but Huangfu Doulong was so anxious that his whole body itched and he couldn't wait to leave.

Because the moment I saw Xu Long, the divine martial spirit Xing Tian in his body actually began to get restless and even wanted to force it out of it.

You should know that the spirit sender has strong control over the guardian spirit, and it is not difficult to let the guardian spirit die.

But what is happening now? Xing Tian is so impatient?

The Divine Martial Spirit Xing Tian is the symbol of Huangfu Doulong. As long as you see Xing Tian, ​​everyone knows that Huangfu Doulong is coming.

He is now pretending to be a ghost talisman three-way and cannot be exposed, so he forcibly suppressed Xing Tian in his body and prevented him from coming out.

However, if he didn't know what happened, his behavior not only did not work, but instead made Xing Tian angry.

"What the hell is going on?"

Huangfu Doulong roared in his heart. After setting up the formation, he didn't say a word, and turned his head and disappeared without a trace.

Xing Tian was extremely angry in his body, and he was almost unable to control himself.

As the distance from Rakshasa Street gradually widened, Xing Tian's riot began to slowly ease.

After finding a safe place, Huangfu Doulong summoned Xing Tian.

"What happened? Why did you think it out so urgently?"

"I felt the breath of my god! It's in the place just now!"

Xing Tian looked towards Rakshasa Street and replied.

"Who? Yan Emperor?"

Huangfu Doulong's eyebrows were twisted into a lump. Could it be that it was the direct bloodline of Emperor Yan?

"Not Yan Emperor!"

Xing Tian shook his head and fell silent immediately.

"Not Yan Emperor, who is that?"

Hearing Xing Tian's words, Huangfu Doulong became even more confused.

Xing Tian was a strong man in the Yanhuang era and had been fighting with Emperor Yan.

Who else can the god he mentioned is not Yan Emperor?

Huangdi?

Absolutely impossible!

Xing Tian’s head was cut off by Huangdi, how could he be regarded as a god?

"I don't know his identity, and I can't even remember his appearance. No, not only his appearance, but everything related to him can't remember. But I know, he's back."

Xing Tian's words were very confident. He clearly had no useful information, but he believed it as firmly as the cultists.

"In this way, if you can be called God by you, he must have an extraordinary identity. If you have the opportunity to meet in the future, you may be able to remember it."

Huangfu Doulong comforted him, but he made up his mind.

In the future, he will definitely walk around where Xu Long is there, and he will never let Xing Tian and Xu Long meet.

Although the spirit sender has high control over the guardian spirit, it does not mean that the guardian spirit can do anything.

Only the guardian spirit is willing to pay the price, and forcibly breaking away is not impossible.

Therefore, in order to prevent unpredictable accidents, Huangfu Doulong decided to hide from Xu Long.

As long as they don't meet, there will be no problems.

But then again, who is the one who can be called a god by Xing Tian?

I read through the myths of the Yanhuang era in my mind, but I couldn't find any matches.

He didn't know his identity or appearance, and had no useful information at all, but Xing Tian unswervingly believed that he had no mistakes in his perception.

That so-called God must be extremely important to Xing Tian.

Xu Long didn't know about Huangfu Doulong's entanglement. Shortly after he left, Cao Yanbing, who noticed something strange on Rakshasa Street, came back.

"The spiritual locust tree was smashed? No fragments were left? Then what is this?"

Cao Yanbing stepped on Helkamp's head, his face as dark as if Bao Zheng possessed him.

He had already exhausted his strength and was only hanged with his last breath.

At this time, Cao Yanbing was trampled under his feet and crushed him, and Helkamp lost half of his breath.

"I know what's going on!"

Just as everyone was very confused, a crisp sound suddenly sounded.

Looking in the direction of the sound, a milky white light appeared from Xia Ling, and then turned into a little girl with pink and jade.

He is more than one meter tall, with a green gauze dress and a pair of ponytails, and looks cute and well-behaved.

This is the golden bell transformed from Xihe's Divine Pearl. Because Huangfu Doulong was in a hurry to leave, she came out to explain.

After hearing Xihe Shenzhu's words, everyone understood what happened.

However, Cao Yanbing was still skeptical about Xu Long's appearance.

Obviously, his vigilance is much stronger than Cao Xuanliang and Xia Ling, and he does not particularly believe in Xu Long's identity.

"Since you are a sentencing person, you are naturally qualified to stay in Rakshasa Street. You don't need to work hard, just don't cause trouble. Oh, by the way, what name is the novel you wrote, what type is good to watch?"

Cao Yanbing asked.

"The book I wrote is called "I know all the plots of the Global Reincarnation". It is a large magical masterpiece integrating love, ethics, fantasy, cultivation of immortals, horror, science fiction, and harem. It's so beautiful. And I will never tell you back, there are many descriptions of waste paper in it!"

Xu Long said mysteriously, which immediately aroused Cao Yanbing's interest.

"By the way, what are you doing with that person sneakily? Why doesn't you feel like you're talking about something good?"

Xia Ling touched Cao Xuanliang's shoulder and asked.

"have no idea."

Cao Xuanliang shook his head. He suddenly remembered Xia Ling's breasts smashed, and felt his nostrils itchy again, as if something was about to flow out.

"Does it make money by writing books? How much money have you made for the more than one million words?"

Cao Yanbing asked.

"It's okay. I made 80,000 yuan in the second month, just sloppy."

"It's only 80,000 in the second month? It's awesome! How can I make money? Teach me, I don't want to deliver takeout anymore."

Cao Yanbing came over and his eyes began to shine.

"I turned the protagonist green, and then I was interrupted by an angry reader and lost 80,000 yuan."

Xu Long had a bitter face and his expression was very sad.

"Getting the protagonist green? I deserve to be broken!"

"I know I'm wrong, so I won't dare to do it anymore. I have already opened a new book. The next book will definitely write about the protagonist's parents, harmonious, happy, and never abuse it!"

Xu Long looked sad and seemed very regretful.

"That's OK!"

Cao Yanbing snorted and asked, "Is there a readership group? Pull me in."

"Okay!"

Xu Long nodded, "One, four, six, four, five, eighteen-year-old sisters with protruding front and back!"

"Really? Quickly, pass it quickly!"
Chapter completed!