The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady Chapter 1825: Di Xiu (1)

Dragon's life is a legend.

He grew from an ordinary eight-winged golden dragon to the strongest peak. Everything he experienced was more thrilling than any story.

The chaotic Qianlong continent, the powerful eight-winged golden dragons are scattered all over the place, occupying their own territory, and there is constant friction between each other.

It was a dispute that belonged to Dragon Clan. Dragon God was born and grew up in this dispute, and witnessed the constant battles between companions in order to compete for territory.

When the dragon **** becomes a true adult eight-winged golden dragon, his power begins to show his edge.

The divided Qianlong continent was once again condensed under his iron wrist. All eight-winged golden dragons were defeated one by one by his hands, worshiping him as the king, and becoming the unique dragon king in the entire Qianlong continent.

Dragon God manages the entire Qianlong continent. He is kind and fair. Under his control, all Dragon Clans live in peace, and there is no friction or dispute.

Until that day, a light descending from the sky selected the dragon god, and the voice from the main **** pulled him from an ordinary Dragon Clan to the world of the protoss.

Become a god!

Other races of time, if they want to become gods, they must undergo a baptism, completely reborn, shed their original body, and survive as a protoss.

The dragon **** experienced this baptism, his soul entered the body of the future, and the body belonging to Dragon Clan was sealed in his lair by existence, accompanied by the dragon king's order, forever sealed And deep underground.

"The body of the dragon **** ... here?" Shen Yanxiao couldn't help getting a little dreadful after reading the last mural.

The huge palace has three walks to different places. They are now where they are but the entrance to the dragon's lair.

"Well, non-protoss are born. If you want to get on board, you do n’t wash the dust. The body of ordinary races ca n’t withstand the power of the protoss." It's just strength, but it comes from the soul.

The dragon **** ascended the altar, and the soul was sharpened by the light. The spirit of the protoss already was integrated into the soul of the dragon **** during the baptism. That touch of soul already is not an ordinary body to carry.

"Uh ... Xiu, you are a protoss, right?" Shen Yanxiao looked at Xiu Tao.

"I haven't been sharp, but I was also selected."

"Choose?" Shen Yanxiao was confused again.

"The fighting **** of the protoss is selected from the strongest of the protoss. The name of Ashura belongs to the fighting God. I am not the first fighting God. The one before me is also called Ashura. Xiu explained.

He did not assume the position of God of Fighting at birth, but his power surpassed the previous God of Fighting, so he replaced it.

The God of Fighting, the Protoss is second only to the Lord existence, and only the strongest Protoss are eligible to stand in this position.

"Ah? Then ... what's your name?" Shen Yanxiao was dumbfounded, and Ashura wasn't Xiu's real name? Just the code name of the God of Fighting? Do n’t you have a name for yourself?

Xiu lowered his head and slowly said, "Before becoming a fighting god, my name is Di Xiu."

"Di Xiu." Shen Yanxiao repeated the name, and his calm heart seemed to be moved at this moment.

No wonder, no wonder he only asked himself to repair, not Ashura. Originally, only the word Xiu was his real name. Ashura is just a general name for God of Fighting.