Walking down from the back of the hall, the soft magic light shone on the white stone steps, hovering downwards. Even though the light was always sufficient, the surroundings were filled with an uncontrollable breath, not only going deeper into the ground, but also because of the increasing pressure ahead.

The Pope's health was so bad that he had to stop and rest for a while without walking a few steps. Verdias supported the old man, his eyes full of worry. The long downhill steps finally came to an end. In Yao Yan's opinion, he probably passed through the dragon's neck and came to his chest.

Then Yao Yan lowered his head and saw the Eight-Winged Dragon God.

It is almost completely different from the Eight-Winged Dragon God that Yao Yan imagined, and this scene was completely beyond Yao Yan's expectations.

The chest cavity of the ancient dragon is an extremely huge space. In this chest cavity, there seems to be a heart beating, making continuous banging sounds. The low heartbeat makes Yao Yan's chest feel stuffy. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the huge heart beating in the middle of the chest cavity, and the eight-pinned dragon god outside the heart.

Yao Yan once thought about what the Eight-Winged Dragon God looks like many times. In this world, the Eight-Winged Dragon God itself is an aggressive existence, and its magic net is also particularly special and powerful, but he never thought that the Eight-Winged Dragon God was like this.

The eight-winged dragon god in front of him, not to mention the size of the Black Dragon King, even compared with ordinary dragons, looks much smaller, and looks more like a young dragon. What is more conspicuous is that it only has half of its body, a huge scar cut it diagonally and split it in half, leaving only his body with a head, left shoulder, left wing, left front paw and half left foot.

And the rest of his body was buried in the huge heart that had been beating for hundreds of thousands of years, and seemed to be relying on the huge heart to maintain vitality.

This is the Eight-Winged Dragon God.

There are no eight wings, not even a pair of complete wings.

His body was snow-white all over and looked particularly holy and beautiful. Yao Yan couldn't recognize what kind of dragon this was, but he just felt that the appearance of the Eight-Winged Dragon God looked much softer than the hideous black dragon.

However, when the Eight-Winged Dragon God opened his eyes, Yao Yan discovered that the dragon was a dragon. Even if he lost half of his body, his eyes were still full of majesty.

What is more majestic than it is the age and loneliness that are difficult to conceal.

Although the Eight-Pinged Dragon God was very small, it was much bigger than Yao Yan. Yao Yan walked forward. The Eight-Pinged Dragon God raised his neck and looked down at Yao Yan, but just nodded, turned to the direction of the Pope, saying: "The ceremony has ended?"

"Yes, Your Majesty the Dragon God!" The answer was Veldias. Veldias held the Pope and half-kneeled down, not daring to look up at the Eight-Winged Dragon God, so naturally he couldn't see it. Yao Yan reached out his hand in a rebellious way and touched the dragon beard on the Eight-Winged Dragon God's chin.

The Eight-Pinged Dragon God lowered his head, and his huge eyes reflected Yao Yan's figure. A faint helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Your Excellency Yao Yan, is it unexpected to see me like this?"

Yao Yan did not deny that the Eight-Winged Dragon God said: "Everyone regards becoming a god as the highest pursuit, but he does not know that every god is suffering unbearable pain. For the Lord of the Demon Net, the Demon Net is itself. If the Demon Net is incomplete, it will also be damaged. If it is only partially damaged, it will only bring some pain, but the incomplete one is incomplete after all..."

However, no one can say that as a god, he can only hide all kinds of pain in his heart.

What flowed through Yao Yan's heart was the embarrassment of many demon net masters he had seen.

The body of the Lord of Fire has turned into a part of the Fire Element Realm. The Black Dragon King is suffering from the pain of gaining weight in middle age, but half of the eight-winged dragon god in front of him is already incomplete.

"Do you know why this world is full of disputes, but the battle between the Lord of the Demon Net is rarely started?" asked the Eight-Winged Dragon God. So far, the only one who can be regarded as a battle between the Lord of the Demon Net was that time when Yao Yan and the other three beat Indiz up against Indiz, and Indiz was just an extremely small demon net.

"That's because many of our demon net masters have been suffering the bitter fruits brought by the last demon net master battle. The incomplete demon net imprisoned us and endured eternal pain, unable to be liberated." Looking down at Yao Yan, the Eight-Winged Dragon God felt that he was sure of something, and he slowly said: "But you are different, your demon net is complete..."

Yao Yan thought about it, nodded, and shook his head again.

The incompleteness of the magic net, the Lord of the Magic Net will also bring various defects. Yao Yan already knows this. He who once took down a magic string from the magic net, has a deeper understanding of this incompleteness. Naist, who took away a magic net string, was like taking a rib from his body. However, Naist's pain was different from the ordinary magic net master, which caused discomfort just because of the spiritual connection with the magic net. Because the magic net belongs to Yao Yan in the final analysis, Naist is just the Lord of the magic net guided by Yao Yan. If Yao Yan's magic net allusion to his body, a magic net string is at most a cell and has no damage to the body.

But if you lose it, you have to use various things to make up for it. This process is like transplanting other people's organs to people, and there are various sequelae waiting behind it.

As if he understood Yao Yan's meaning of shook his head and nodded, the Eight-Pinged Dragon God lowered his head and said, "I heard that you want to trade with me. What kind of transaction is it?"

Although Vildias did not dare to look up, he raised his ears and listened secretly. He knew that the so-called transaction should have something to do with the Pope, but he found that he had heard nothing and was silent all around him. Vildias quietly looked up and looked forward, and saw Yao Yan was talking to the Eight-Pinged Dragon God. The Eight-Pinged Dragon God frowned slightly, nodded, and agreed.

Then Yao Yan happily patted the Eight-Pinged Dragon God's nose. This rebellious move almost made Verdias die because of his heartbeat.

After a while, the power of the isolation sound disappeared. Yao Yan turned around and walked towards the two of them. The Eight-Pinged Dragon Shinto said, "Although I agreed, this matter depends on Andrew's own choice. He has made a lot of contributions to the Dragon Blessing Cult. We cannot force him to make a choice because of our transaction."

"Andrew!" The Eight-Pinged Dragon God raised his voice.

"Here, Your Majesty Dragon God!" The Pope raised his voice slightly, but still couldn't hide his weakness.

"Lord Yao Yan wants you to leave the Dragon Blessing Sect with him and become the magic net walker who kills thunder. As one of the conditions for exchange, he will help you recover your health." The Eight-Winged Dragon God paused and said, "Now you answer me seriously, are you willing to go?"

"Your Majesty the Dragon God..." The Pope raised his head and looked at the huge eyes of the Eight-Winged Dragon God. The inner struggle almost turned into substance in his eyes. The Eight-Winged Dragon God sighed: "You don't have to answer, I've made a choice for you, go."

"Your Majesty!" I don't know if it was a surprise or helplessness, but the Pope struggled to stand up.

"Verdias..." the Eight-Pinged Dragon God whispered, "You go together too."

"His Majesty the Dragon God!" Verdias was completely surprised. As the Pope's confidant, the abdication of the Pope means his loss of power. If the Pope passes away, what awaits him will be endless cold palaces. Being able to follow the Pope will be his best choice.

However, what the Eight-Pinged Dragon God is actually concerned with is not Veldias, but the Pope's body. When the Pope stood up, the Eight-Pinged Dragon God said: "Andrew, my friend, take care of it."

The voice was very low, as if it was ringing in the pope's ears. The pope did not turn around, and was supported by Verdias and left first.

"So, goodbye." Turning back and waved to the Eight-Winged Dragon God, Yao Yan also went with him.

"What I promised has been done, I hope you can do it too." Looking at Yao Yan's back, the Eight-Pinged Dragon God whispered, Yao Yan laughed and turned around and left.

The ceremony of throne transmission has just ended, and when many guests were about to leave, another shocking news came. The former Pope Heinris, Saint Andrew, who had just stepped down, has passed away. While everyone was shocked by the fall of a demigod master, they were also secretly guessing in their hearts. Even for a huge force like the Dragon Worship Cult, the loss of a demigod master was a heavy blow. The Dragon Worship Cult just changed the new Pope and the old Pope has passed away. Will it bring about a change in the style of the Dragon Worship Cult? Those forces forced into the corner by the Dragon Worship Cult even secretly guessing in their hearts whether they can get some breathing opportunities?

Many people were almost happy. Every pope of the Dragon Sect was dyed with blood on his hands. He was called a tyrant and a butcher, who could stop children from crying. While pretending to look sad, these people secretly applauded in their hearts: "Okay, die well!"

So although these people appeared to stay and attend the funeral of the old Pope of the Dragon Worship Cult, they immediately sent people to pass the news back behind their backs. The news of the death of the Dragon Worship Cult spread throughout the Broken Continent in an instant.

Just as everyone was discussing the death of the Pope who worshipped the Dragon Sect, in the distant Liyuan wilderness, on the second floor of Sky Nam Town, Yao Yan, with a slightly tired head of white hair and a tall and middle-aged man walking out of the room and arrived at the first floor lobby.

He clapped his hands and attracted the attention of Naister, Slut, who was drinking in the lobby on the first floor. Yao Yan said: "Where, this is Andrew, the master who just joined our guild..."

Andrew's eyes swept over, and Slut subconsciously made a defensive posture. The pressure on this man was really amazing.

But Neister covered his mouth and laughed, waiting for the situation to develop in the future.

"Well, our guild doesn't keep idle people, what are you good at?" Yao Yan asked Andrew beside him.

"If it were the management guild, although I hadn't done it, I should be competent." Andrew said with a little conceited attitude.

"Our guild doesn't need to be managed, and Lilith can solve anything." Yao Yan said. Lilith, who was sitting in the corner, gave a shy smile. Yao Yan waved his hand and said, "At the request of these idle men, our guild hall will be renovated and the bar area will be expanded. There is also a bartender. Andrew, are you competent, or are you not competent?"

"As for orders, Lord President..." He bowed slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of Andrew's mouth.

Is a bartender? I remember that before becoming the saint of the Dragon Bible Sect, I used to be a bartender.
Chapter completed!