Chapter 1825: Emperor Xiu (1)

The life of the Dragon God is a legend.
He grew from an ordinary eight-winged golden dragon to the strongest peak, and everything he experienced was more thrilling than any story.
The chaotic dragons of the continent, the powerful eight-winged golden dragons are scattered everywhere, occupying their own territory, and the friction between each other.
It was a dispute that belonged to the Dragon. The Dragon God was born and raised in this dispute, and witnessed the constant struggle between the companions to compete for the territory.
When the Dragon God became a true adult Eight-winged Golden Dragon, his power began to show his edge.
The divided Qianlong continent was once again condensed under his iron fist. All the eight-winged golden dragons were defeated by his men, worshipping him as the king and becoming the unique dragon king of the entire Qianlong continent.
The Dragon God manages the entire Qianlong continent. He is benevolent and fair. Under his control, all the dragons live in peace and there is no friction or dispute.
Until that day, the light that descended from the sky, the dragon was chosen, and the voice from the Lord God took him from an ordinary dragon to the world of the Protoss.
Become a god!
Other races of time, if they want to become gods, must undergo a baptism, completely reborn, fade their original body, and survive the protoss shell.
The dragon experienced this baptism, his soul entered the body of the future, and the body belonging to the dragon family was sealed in his lair, accompanied by the dragon king, always sealed and deep underground. At the office.
"The body of the dragon god... here?" Shen Yanxiao read the last mural, can not help but feel a little worried.
The vast palace has three places to go to different places. They are now, but the entrance to the Dragon's Nest.
"Well, non-Protoss was born, and if you want to be on the body, you don't wash the dust. The body of the ordinary race can't bear the power of the Protoss." The patience of answering Shen Yanxiao, the power of the Protoss is not just power. It comes from the soul.
The dragon climbed onto the altar, and the soul was sharpened by the light of the Holy Light. The spirit of the Protoss has been incorporated into the soul of the Dragon God during the baptism, and the soul is not the ordinary body to carry.
"Hey... repair, you are the Protoss right?" Shen Yanxiao looked at the monk.
"I didn't go through sharpness, but I was also selected."
"Choose?" Shen Yanxiao is confused.
"The Protoss is chosen from the strongest of the Protoss. The name Ashura belongs to the fighting god. I am not the first fighting god. The one I used before is also called Ashura." Road.
He did not take the position of fighting gods when he was born, but his power surpassed the previous one, so he replaced them.
Fighting God, the Protoss is second only to the powerful existence of the Lord God, only the strongest Protoss is qualified to stand in this position.
"Ah? Then... what the are you?" Shen Yanxiao was dumbfounded. Isn’t Ashura a real name? Just the code of the gods? Is there no name for repairing yourself?
Shut down your head and slowly said: "Before becoming a god, my name is Emperor."
"Emperor Xiu." Shen Yanxiao repeated the name, the calm heart seems to be moved at this moment.
No wonder, it is no wonder that he only asked him to repair him, not Ashura. It was only his name that was the real name. Ashura is just a collective name for fighting God.