"Where did the monks come from? Isn't it shameful to bully the people of this small town?"
Amidst all the begging, there was a voice, and before the words finished, a vigorous figure, performing somersaults in succession, landed in front of Xu Yi, but it was a young monk with a huge sword on his back.
Xu Yi raised his eyes and glanced, full of surprise. Isn't it strange that he can't see the realm of human beings
Suddenly, he came to a clear realization, and withdrew the Aura-Awareness Technique, and now he understood, the guy in front of him hadn't even entered the ghost realm, no wonder he couldn't see the depth of this person with the Aura-Awareness Technique.
He had stayed in Tuhun for too long, and he was used to the cultivation ecology there, so he suddenly switched to this side, and he really didn't come here for a while.
"Why, are you ashamed to eat this criminal? Go away quickly. You are not the only monk who wants to fight against the Sishui River God these years. What is the result? In addition to bringing endless disasters to the people here, the Sishui River God still exist."
The young monk shouted loudly, "Don't think that if you achieve some achievements, you will be able to rule the world. The world is so big and there are so many strong people, you can't imagine it. Hurry up and don't harm others or your own life. "
He talked to Xu Yi condescendingly because he couldn't understand Xu Yi's realm. In his mind, among the strong men he had seen, there was no one who had a strong aura and was extremely domineering. Even if you say both, you dare to come here to make a show.
"What Immortal Elder Zhenglun said was timely. This Immortal Elder, please don't harm us. We are voluntarily offering to the Sishui River God. It has nothing to do with others. Please also let Immortal Elder leave."
Xu Ding shouted loudly, with a lot of confidence. The Immortal Song Zhenglun in front of him is the priest stationed in Fengyuan City by Xianmo Pavilion. He is in charge of connecting with mortals like them and is also in charge of offering sacrifices to the River God.
This person came so quickly, naturally it was because he quietly crushed the jade amulet of warning given by Xianmo Pavilion.
"It's pathetic, it's ridiculous."
Suddenly, another voice came, and a young monk dressed as a Taoist priest appeared in the field.
The young Taoist priest had red lips and white teeth. He was tall and tall. He was wearing a loose gray robe, which made him even taller and thinner.
Song Zhenglun frowned and said, "Who are you?"
"The God Slayer!"
The young Taoist said coldly.
Song Zhenglun clasped his fists and said, "Your Excellency's cultivation is uncommon, but how can this Sishui River God be easily provoked? If you can't kill a god, it's a small matter. What should you do if you implicate the people in Wuliu Town and Fengyuan City? How innocent are the people?"
He could see clearly that this young Taoist was strong in cultivation, at least he had entered the ghost fairyland, and if he entered the ghost fairyland, he could truly be regarded as the genus of the earth immortal. An official position is an existence that needs to be looked up to.
"Why are the people innocent? All the people are innocent. You have to ask those clay statues in the Xianmo Pavilion. Those guys are enshrined by the people all over the place, and they have to inherit the incense. They actually let the evil god of Surabaya make waves. Is such behavior courageous or shameless?"
The young master said in a cold voice, his momentum was so strong that Song Zhenglun couldn't help but take a step back.
"You, who are you? How dare you frame me in Runan Xianmo Pavilion."
Song Zhenglun was really stunned, this was the first time he saw someone dare to blatantly reprimand Xianmo Pavilion in public.
Is this impatient to live
The young Taoist sneered and said, "Who am I? But I am also a poor person. In the past, if my elder brother hadn't replaced me, I would have cooked the meal in the belly of this evil god of Surabaya. Today, since I, Han Shantong, have cultivated mysteries, I should punish this evil god. To avenge my elder brother, I will kill anyone who dares to stand in my way!"
With a clang, a cold light shone through the snowy night, galloping around the young Taoist, as if he had spirituality.
"Sword repair!"
Song Zhenglun was taken aback.
Xu Ding and the others were completely panicked, and kept begging, and suddenly, all kinds of cries for help resounded on the banks of the Sishui River.
It's not that Xu Ding and others are cold-blooded and numb, but because there have been too many stories of monks killing the God of the Sishui River in the past hundred years.
Every time the ending is exactly the same, the cultivator who wanted to become famous died suddenly, and the suffering of the people was not relieved, but became more serious.
People like Xu Ding have become the most powerful and terrifying existence in their lives almost since they started to understand. Han Shantong wants to kill the God of Sishui here. In their view, it is simply a disaster for them.
No matter how fiercely the people in Wuliu Town cried and shouted, Han Shantong remained motionless, as if he had never heard of it, he didn't bother arguing with these ants, as long as he killed the evil god of Sishui, everything would naturally disappear.
Song Zhenglun stumbled and said, "You are the one who harms the common people! Xu Ding, Xu Ding, what are you doing in a daze? ah."
Xu Ding and the others stared at Han Shantong, their eyes turned red with anger, but they dared not take any action after all, so they could only angrily order the servants to deal with it.
For a moment, the shrill cries on the banks of the Sishui River resounded throughout the world.
Xu Yi stopped eating, took a sip of wine, looked far away, looked at the moon in the sky, and felt inexplicably heavy. He didn't think about the right and wrong of the whole thing, but lamented that as a weak person, he couldn't control his own destiny sorrow.
He couldn't help thinking how much helplessness and sadness he would have suffered in this life if he was still in Xujia Village.
Looking at the galaxy, endless stars, and endless worlds, only the strong can control their own destiny and the destiny of others.
The current him does not dare to speak in vain to comprehend the way of heaven, but firmly remembers one point: to hold one's own destiny in one's own hands is the supreme kingly way.
With a bang, a column of water rises far away, rising continuously, as if it is far away from the bright moon above the head.
"The river god is patrolling the river, burning incense and prostrating."
Xu Ding yelled loudly, and the incense table that had been set up a long time ago suddenly lit up with incense.
Han Shantong Meifeng was cold, and rose into the air, pointing at the sword, immediately, the long sword flew in the air, and cut straight towards the water.
With a bang, the entire surface of the water was swept away, and huge waves exploded along the center of the river.
"hold head high!"
A howl sounded like anger and excitement came from the bottom of the water, and the people on the river bank ran away in horror. Han Shantong's eyes flashed with determination, and he waved his palms, and the long sword suddenly released a silver mask.
"The sword produces rainbow light, this, this..."
Song Zhenglun was stunned. How strong are ghosts and immortals
With a whoosh, the long sword actually sank into the Sishui River, and the entire Sishui River suddenly boiled.
It was Xu Ding and his group of town residents who were boiling hotter than the river.
They stopped running and huddled together one by one, with eager eyes fixed on the changes in the river surface, and there was the sound of teeth gnashing and chattering.
No matter how resigned they were to their fate, no matter how fearful they were, at this moment, seeing Han Shantong displaying his supernatural power, how could they not have a glimmer of hope in their hearts.