The head of a dragon fell into a fish, with a great reputation and is well-known throughout the world.

In ancient times, this dish must have been available at any human feast.

The most powerful monster who once ruled the heavens and the earth, enjoyed the glory of the heavens, enslaved humans, and regarded thousands of human races as slaves and resources, has also become a big dish on the human table.

All the powerful share and share the fun with the people.

For monsters, this is a shameful past. It represents the glory and power of human beings, and it also tells the decline of the monsters and monsters in the world.

Therefore, this dish is not only a taboo that cannot be mentioned for the fallen dragon, but also a nightmare that I do not want to recall.

Their ancestors once dominated the world, but eventually became food on the human table, which was even more uncomfortable than killing them.

At this moment, a hint of fear and dodge appeared in Chen Gong's scarlet eyes. He vaguely guessed why this madman mentioned this past.

"If you really don't want to surrender to me, then I want to try this ancient dish." Wang Qiong grinned.

"I have never eaten dragon meat when I grow up so old!"

There are also a lot of monster meat. When Wang Qiong was studying at the Guangming Academy, he ate a lot of them.

The flesh of monsters can nourish the flesh and blood and strengthen the fire.

But dragon meat is still a treasure, even the mixed dragon with thin bloodlines is extremely rare, let alone the fallen dragon of the dead level.

"You crazy man..." Chen Gong yelled sharply.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with fear and anger.

As the true king of the Fallen Dragon lineage, he is not afraid of death, but if he is really made into a dish, it would be more terrible than death. That would be the shame of the Fallen Dragon clan, and he would not be able to face the ancestors of all generations after death.

You should know that the human dish, the fallen dragon fish head, has not appeared in the world for three thousand years, and the most recent one can be traced back to the Lin Luotian era.

Chen Gong did not want to break this record and became the first sinner to become the raw material for the fallen dragon fish head in three thousand years.

"You think carefully!" Wang Qiong sneered.

With a wave of his hand, the Tiansheng Pond suddenly fell, and the energy blocked Chen Gong like a chain and re-encrypted into the Tiansheng Pond.

Wang Qiong was not in a hurry to recover Chen Gong, and he also knew that a dignified true king could not really submit to him just by just a few words.

What he had to do was to sow a seed, a seed of fear, in Chen Gong's heart, so that he did not dare to die lightly or resist too much.

As time goes by, Wang Qiong has time to slowly grind with him.

"Do you want to tame a true king?" Master Du looked at Wang Qiong with deep meaning: "It is considered to be an explanation of the funeral, is it paving the way for the future?"

Wang Qiong shrugged: "The treasure house of Apocalypse is about to open, everything is unknown, we must plan in advance."

Since his debut, he has pushed against all enemies without any taboos and has caused too many opponents.

Wang Qiong is still there now, and the seventh prince, the Guangming Academy, the Tianwu King and others are all standing behind him.

But if something happens to him one day, these connections will become fragile. At that time, the people around him will inevitably be cleansed. Without absolute power to protect him, it will be difficult to feel at ease.

After all, only the power you cultivate is the reality, and nothing else can be relied upon.

"The wasteland can be used as the last barrier." Wang Qiong said softly with a serious expression.

The wasteland is a place where all dharmas are extinct. There is a magic array established by the spiritual nest. The existence of the No. 73 butcher shop has become extraordinary and special. It can use many means and has inherent advantages in the wasteland.

In addition, with the management of Mr. Donkey, Fatty, Yang Qi and others, the current No. 73 butcher shop is no longer the same as before, and even abandoned its former name and changed it to the God-Slaying Guild.

"If there is a real king in charge, there will be more methods." Wang Qiong said in a deep voice.

"It is best to let the natural fetus hatch, plus Yang Qi, Xiao Ming and Xiao Yezi, the God-Slaying Guild should be safe if you want to protect yourself."

Wang Qiong had already thought about everything.

The soldier king Yang Qi, Xiao Ming Zunming Haoran, Ye Wang Ye Mo, and the mysterious fat man, these people are all contemporary geniuses and the strongest people in the first echelon of the younger generation. They all have reached the strength of the Merge Realm.

If we work together, unless the old strong man takes action, the world is so big that no one can easily shake it.

In addition, with the innate advantages of Du Ye and Wasteland, it may take some effort to drive them out even if the Palace of Light wants to completely eliminate them.

The natural birth of the Yuanfei and the True King bloodline are the last guarantee Wang Qiong left to the God-Slaying Guild.

"I will never let the events of that year happen again." Wang Qiong's eyes were cold.

After the first king's sacrifice, the people around him were cleansed by the Palace of Light.

Friends from the Guangming Academy era, such as Huo Qingming, Ming and Qing Sha, Long Gan, Gu Yang, Yu Nianyi, etc., all suffered an accident and their fate was not very good.

At that time, after Wang Qiong returned from the wasteland, he learned everything and was furious.

Today, he is overwhelming with his fierce power, and he is pushing the younger generation forward, and is no longer the boy who can be squeezed by others.

Therefore, Wang Qiong would never let this tragedy happen again.

"A good person does not live long, but a bad person lives for a thousand years. You kid will be the one who can live for ten thousand years at first sight." Mr. Du curled his lips and said.

Although it was a joke, a hint of care flashed in his eyes.

"If you die, that fat boy will probably be crazy. There are many people who are going to die and you will be buried with you." Mr. Du suddenly said.

"Are you fat? I don't know how he is now." Wang Qiong said with a smile.

Speaking of which, he hasn't seen the fat man for a long time, and I don't know how this guy is doing now?

How did the Fatty’s great cause proceed in the wasteland?

To be honest, his old godmother meat sauce is indeed good. It should have a broad market and prospects in the wasteland. This is also the career that Fatty is longing for.

"Watch you next time, he will definitely surprise you. Don't worry, the Apocalypse Treasure House was born, and he will come to help you."

Master Du was full of confidence. Before meeting Wang Qiong, he pressed all the treasures on the fat man.

"I'll wait and see, but it's always good to make more arrangements." Wang Qiong grinned.

He seems arrogant and domineering, but in fact he is deeply thinking.

"The idea is very good, but it's really hard to tame a real king." Mr. Donkey shook his head and said.

The monster is already unruly, let alone a real king?

This is the nobles in the monster civilization, the highest existence, with noble bloodlines and cannot be desecrated.

Their pride is unimaginable to humans.

Since the birth of the Fire Practice System, there has been few precedents of the true king being tamed.

The True King sequence would rather die in battle than bow your head.

"In the Lost Age, there was also a Taoist sect that tried to tame the true king. It was a scorpion king who was locked outside the mountain gate, with a fierce and powerful wave that shocked the ten directions."

"As a result, the True King just pretended to surrender. When the powerful man in the sect was in seclusion, he suddenly suddenly rose up, melted his shell and broke the forbidden ban, killed all the Taoist sects, and even broke into the forbidden area. He found the powerful man in seclusion, and took off his head when he was unprepared."

Master Du solemnly warned.

Since the war between humans and monster civilizations began, countless masters have wanted to tame the true king, but they have learned bloody lessons.

The nobles among these monsters have the highest bloodline and will not surrender to the lowly and lowly race of human beings from the bottom of their hearts.

"It seems that relying solely on force and threats is not enough." Wang Qiong thought deeply, which was also something he was worried about.

"I don't know if the monster ball in the research institute is OK."

The birth of the monster ball was originally intended to tame monsters, and even gave birth to a new profession, beast tamer.

"That thing works for ordinary monsters. Those with stronger strength cannot be subdued, let alone the True King sequence." Mr. Du shook his head and denied it.

He once studied monster balls, which had limited effects and were extremely costly to make.

Otherwise, if even the monsters of the True King level can be conquered, it would be really against the will of heaven. The monsters must go crazy. Even if they devote all their strength to the clan, they will start another war and will never let such a thing defiant appear in the world.

"There is a way to tame the true king." Master Du said suddenly.

"What's the solution?" Wang Qiong's eyes lit up and he asked hurriedly.

"Subduing the Spirit Spell!" Master Dun shook his long ears and whispered.

"The Spiritual Spell? What is that?" Wang Qiongqi said.

This thing is not even recorded in "The Mysterious Record of the East". You should know that "The Mysterious Record of the East" is a magical art from the Palace of Light. It is known as the Encyclopedia of Heaven and Earth. It is all-encompassing and there is no record of it. That is really something.

"The Spirit-Saving Mantra is a taboo spiritual mantra, which is said to be able to save all spiritual objects in the world, and it is extremely terrifying." Mr. Donkey said in a deep voice.

"Can you save all living beings? Are they true or false?" Wang Qiong said suspiciously.

"Nonsense, why should I mention it as fake?" Master Du glanced at him.

"This mantra is against the will of heaven. Even a magic weapon with a little spirituality can be used for you."

"So awesome?" Wang Qiong's eyes shone, just like a weasel who saw the charming old hen.

"There is a treasure in the world, an ancient bowl that can control the cycle of the four seasons. Once this bowl comes out, no matter how bad the climate of the world is, it can rejuvenate all seasons and resurrect all things. Even the Jedi in the north can be full of spring."

"This treasure is called Spring Bowl!"

Wang Qiong's heart moved, and there were some records about the Spring Bowl in "Dongshen Mystery Record".

This treasure was originally in the hands of a tribe of 100,000 mountains and was worshipped by its tribe for generations. Only at the end of each year will the tribe invite this treasure to be worshipped and understood by the tribe.

Therefore, seeing the spring bowl has become a custom passed down by this tribe for generations.
To be continued...