Chapter 697: Create a holy place! Named Daoyi! .

Chapter 697: Create a Holy Spirit! Named Daoyi! .

Huang Jiulong staggered with each step, and blood was faintly seeping from his trouser legs.

It was obvious that he had been beaten badly.

Su Changge looked to the side again, and the Qionglou had been built, and Wang Si and the others had already left.

Soon, Huang Jiulong came to the hut, and knelt down with his knees weak, begging: "Your Highness the Holy Son, please ask Hu Han and the others to be gentle, my life is really miserable...!!!"

He almost didn't want to live after being beaten.

I want to cry but I have no tears.

There is no desire to live.

Hu Han and the other four hit him hard, and as long as they couldn't kill him, they would beat him to death.

For example, if he was in a bad mood today, he would beat Huang Jiulong to vent his anger.

Tomorrow, when he was in a good mood, he would beat him again, and he would be happy again.

Anyway, I beat him every now and then, and sometimes I cook some dark dishes for him to enjoy.

Under this cruel torture, Huang Jiulong wanted to jump off the cliff to commit suicide, but he was under strict surveillance and had no chance at all.

He couldn't live or die, and he was miserable.

Su Changge didn't even bother to show off, and sneered as if he was watching the fun: "You asked for this yourself, what does it have to do with me?"

"Ah! Ah! I regret it! I really regret it!" Huang Jiulong cried to the sky.

Su Changge didn't bother to pay attention to him, turned his head, and said to the door: "Yunhua, let's go."

Yunhua?

Huang Jiulong was stunned and extremely shocked.

The next moment, in his astonished eyes, the graceful figure of Fairy Yunhua slowly walked out of the house. She had beautiful skin, round and slender legs, and white and charming. She walked out in a blink of an eye.

When Huang Jiulong looked at her, she also glanced at Huang Jiulong, with only indifference in her eyes.

And, strangeness.

"Master... Master, you, you have recast your body?" Huang Jiulong was overjoyed, and his heart was complicated.

But his joy was immediately extinguished by a basin of cold water.

"Don't call me Master, go away! I don't want His Highness to have any misunderstandings!" Fairy Yunhua was only cold to him, and turned her face away when she finished speaking.

From then on, the friendship was severed and the two owed nothing.

Su Changge was too lazy to say more, and with a wave of his hand, the luxurious Saint Son's chariot drove over automatically, and he took Fairy Yunhua away.

"Plop!"

Seeing that the beautiful master who belonged to him left with Su Changge, Huang Jiulong was extremely lost, and sat down in despair, his heart was dead.

His own master abandoned him!

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The chariot drove out billions of miles away, and Fairy Yunhua was still immersed in the joy of recasting her body.

This feeling of sitting down, this feeling of breathing freely, this long-lost feeling of contact between the body and the world, this is what it feels like to be alive!

While thinking, she secretly glanced at His Royal Highness the Son of God beside her.

It's good to follow the right person.

As for Huang Jiulong, he had long forgotten everything.

Even felt sick.

Unbearable past.

Because the Son of God's chariot is of extremely high specifications, it does not need to be pulled by a car. The cloud beasts are very spiritual. They know what Su Changge means with just one move.

Of course, if there is a saint to pull the car to fill the facade, it will be even better.

Like the Emperor Clan, this is what they do.

"Wow, the Holy Son of the Hidden World Sect!"

"Oh my God, it's true. I've heard rumors that they have already appointed a Holy Son. This gorgeous chariot, this sense of dignity, this must be him!"

Along the way, I heard many monks passing by sighing outside the window.

Some practitioners flying in the sky.

But then there was no sound.

After sighing, those practitioners hurriedly descended from the clouds and dared not fly side by side.

This is the Holy Son of the Hidden World Sect traveling, who dares to disrespect?

Not long after, the chariot stopped at a towering sacred sky.

Su Changge opened the window and looked out. He saw the vastness of the land, like an immortal pointing the way, and more like a golden bell covering the ground. The white mist was rolling, and the waterfall was circling. Under the light of the sun, it showed a colorful color, dazzling and dazzling, like an immortal style!

His spiritual sense swept over, and he saw elk, roe deer, antelopes... everything in the land, peaceful and beautiful!

"Let's choose this place."

He liked it very much.

Another sweep, this place is in the heart of the East Dao domain, not far from the sect, but not too close, belonging to a very suitable distance.

Fairy Yunhua also glanced down and was very satisfied.

With a swish, the cloud beast fell down and soon landed on the top of the land.

It was not until he landed that Su Changge realized that he had a good vision. This place was really too big. The luxurious chariot landed here like a small sapling, which was just right for developing a huge force.

Create a force, expand the force, and this place will be under his control in the future.

If the opponent is small, what's the fun?

"By the way, Your Highness, what is the name of our saint?"

Fairy Yunhua suddenly asked.

This question directly stumped Su Changge.

To be honest, he really didn't think about this question last night.

But this did not bother him. He turned his eyes slightly and blurted out, "Let's call him Dao Yi Sheng 눓."

This name came from a traditional novel he had read before crossing over. In that book, there was a figure called Dao Yi Sheng 눓. He liked it very much at that time. He read every chapter where Dao Yi Sheng 눓 appeared carefully and repeatedly.

But that book was very bloody. I don't know what the author went crazy for at the end, and he stopped updating, which made Dao Yi Sheng 눓's ending a mystery.

Since then, he dreamed of building a holy temple after traveling through time.