These words perfectly hit the Dragon King's Achilles' heel.

When Jiang Lin came out of the Dragon Palace, the Dragon King of the East China Sea had already sent secret letters to several other Dragon Kings.

And Jiang Lin came to his palace and told Huaiyin and the others to do one thing.

I would also like to thank the Heavenly Court for setting up a rule of one day in the sky and one year in the earth in order to show that it is superior and different from ordinary people.

Even if the Golden Armored God of War went back to file a complaint, Jiang Lin would have enough time to do a lot of things when the Heavenly Court really sent troops down again.

Following the methods of the Heavenly Court, a rumor soon spread in Chentangguan.

Heavenly Court despises Chentangguan and does not intend to control them.

In other words, it is impossible for Chentangguan to rain.

But the dragons of the East China Sea can fly clouds and spread rain.

The people who were driven into desperation spontaneously went to the shore of the East China Sea to pray for rain.

"Sir, according to your request, the news has been spread throughout Chentangguan. Now, many people have been waiting for many days on the East Sea."

Jiang Lin: "Yes."

Qingluo couldn't bear it: "Father, will you give them rain? The people are so pitiful."

Jiang Lin touched her head: "Yes, but we need to wait."

A glimmer of life in a desperate situation is extremely precious.

Jiang Lin doesn't think he is a good person. He is not helping ordinary people, but wants to make a deal with them.

He protects these mortals, and his purpose is to use their luck to avoid disaster.

Half a month later, the Third Prince Long appeared on the coast of the East China Sea.

The people of Chentangguan who have worked so hard here have pleaded: "Third Prince, please save us!"

"If it doesn't rain any more, we really won't be able to survive."

Jiang Lin said softly: "Actually, as I said last time, the Dragon Clan needs the order of the Heavenly Court to rain. If I rain without permission, the Heavenly Court will sentence me to death."

As soon as he spoke, there were many people around him with flickering expressions, and many people looked ashamed.

It is not surprising that no matter which ethnic group, there will be selfish people.

Even if they knew that the dragon clan would be punished by rain, many people would choose the latter between their own death and the death of others.

"Forget it." Jiang Lin said calmly, "Chentangguan has been enshrining the Dragon King Temple for so many years, and the Dragon Clan should also protect your peace."

He smiled and said loudly: "What happened today was all done by Ao Bing alone, and has nothing to do with the Dragon Clan of the East China Sea!"

He looked back at the mortals who looked up at him, and said with a smile: "Everyone, if Ao Bing is convicted in the future, please ask everyone to intercede for Ao Bing in front of the heavenly court."

After he finished speaking, he didn't look at the faces of those mortals, and turned into a dragon shape, groaned, and floated up the clouds.

But in a short time, the sky darkened, and the sound of rolling thunder came.

The silver-white dragon rolls in the clouds, and occasionally its divine steed can be seen.

pat.

Bean-sized raindrops hit the people on the beach.

They stared blankly at the heavy rain that had not been seen for a long time.

Jiang Lin even mixed some aura of Jiulingjue into the rain, and the dry and cracked soil was quickly moistened, and the buds of life had been quietly planted under the barren land.

A loud shout came from somewhere in the crowd: "Thank you, Prince Long, for saving your life!"

A hundred calls.

Everyone knelt in the rain, looking at the dragon above the sky.

It rained at Chentangguan for three full days.

Such movements cannot be concealed from Heaven.

Hearing that Ao Bing wanted to die by himself, instead of being outraged by his disobedience and assertion, Heavenly Court was very happy.A huge array of heavenly soldiers and generals was dispatched to Chentangguan.

On that day, the dense heavenly soldiers stood in the sky above Chentangguan, covering the sky and the sun, and countless people saw it.

Heavenly Court thought that Donghai would resist, but who knew that the third prince stood up alone and cooperated with each other.

The leader of the generals insinuated that the Dragon Clan had really lost their spirits now, and they were so timid and cowardly.

Jiang Lin finally saw the legendary Nantianmen and Lingxiao Palace.

Sitting on the high throne are two gods whose descriptions cannot be seen clearly.

He was pressed to kneel down.

Jiang Lin said lightly: "I am the direct descendant of Long Zu, if you want me to kneel unwillingly, can you bear it?"

"Your presumptuousness!" The figure on the throne was furious, and his voice was like thunder, "Press the platform and beheaded!"

Various eyes came from both sides.

There was confusion, banter, and sarcasm.

There were also a few gods who saw Jiang Lin until now, and they still didn't change their faces, and they had a rare sense of appreciation in their hearts. Of course, they didn't dare to show it casually.

Jiang Lin is not really not afraid of death.

On the contrary, he really didn't want to die.

The reason why he can act so indifferently is because he knows that he is just doing a task.

He is betting, betting on a vision of his own.

If the bet is won, many problems will be solved.

After losing, he also left a back move.

Even though it will be much more difficult in the future, it's not really that he will be killed peacefully.

The sharp guillotine on the execution platform shone with a cold light.

The person in charge of the execution was the Giant Spirit God. He looked at Jiang Lin and sighed, "Third Prince, why did you disobey the destiny and come to such a point for the sake of some insignificant mortals?"

He is an old god in the heavenly court, and he has also seen the scenery of the dragon clan at a young age, so he can't help but sigh at this time.

Jiang Lin smiled slightly and asked, "In your eyes, mortals are just ants and tools, right?"

The giant spirit said in a low voice, "No matter what it is, it's not worth hurting yourself for them."

Jiang Lin thought to himself: No matter whether Prince Long violated the heaven or not, those gods still want to send him to this execution platform.

He didn't speak any more, closed his eyes and meditated.

Seeing this, the giant spirit god didn't say anything, and waited quietly with the knife.

"It's time." The Giant Spirit God said suddenly.

He said to Jiang Lin: "Third Prince, don't worry, my knife is fast and won't cause you pain."

"Thank you. But this doesn't sound like it would make me very happy." Jiang Lin said.

The giant spirit god stopped talking, and raised the knife in his hand high.

The cold knife light flashed across Jiang Lin's eyes.

He looked calm, but he held a formula in his sleeve.

What if...

"Huh?" The Giant Spirit God paused.

Jiang Lin heaved a sigh of relief.

"My knife...why can't it fall?" The Giant Spirit God looked at the knife in his hand in horror.

Jiang Lin glanced sideways, and the spiritual power of Jiuling Jue gathered in his eyes.

He could see that there were thin golden threads as light as a cow's hair converging into silk, coming continuously from under the heavens, and falling in front of him.

——Blocked the sword of the giant spirit god.

Looking down, under the sea of ​​clouds, there is the inconspicuous Chentang Pass that has never been put down by the Heavenly Court.

He won the bet.

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