"Where did the monks come from? Isn't it embarrassing to bully the people of this small town?"

Amid the begging, a voice came. Before the words were finished, a vigorous figure, beautiful continuous flips, settled in front of Xu Yi, but it was a young monk carrying a giant sword.

Xu Yi glanced up and glanced at him, full of surprise. He couldn't even see the human realm. Isn't this a strange and strange thing?

Suddenly, he realized it and took the qi-observing technique. Now he understood it. The guy in front of him was not even in the ghost fairyland. No wonder he could not see the depth of this person using the qi-observing technique.

He had been in Tuhunxing for too long and was used to the cultivation ecology there. He suddenly changed to this place and hadn't come here for a while.

"What, you are so embarrassed to eat this offense? Let's go quickly. There are more than one monks who want to oppose this Sishui River God over the years. What's the result? In addition to bringing endless disasters to the people here, Sishui River God is still there."

The young monk shouted loudly, "Don't think that if you can achieve something, you can dominate the world. The world is so big and the number of strong people is not something you can imagine. Go quickly, don't harm others or lose your own life."

He talked to Xu Yi condescendingly because he couldn't understand Xu Yi's realm. When he thought, no strong man he had ever seen was a strong aura and was extremely domineering. He said that this guy in front of him had entered the Soul-Sense Realm and dared to come here to show off.

"What the Immortal Master Zhenglun said is timely. This Immortal Master, please do not harm me. We voluntarily offer to the Sishui River God. It has nothing to do with others. Please leave."

Xu Ding shouted loudly, with a lot of confidence. The immortal chief Song Zhenglun in front of him was the priest stationed in Fengyuan City in Xianmo Pavilion. He was in charge of connecting with them and other mortals and was also responsible for the sacrifice of the river god.

This person came so quickly, so naturally he secretly crushed the jade talisman given by Xianmo Pavilion.

"Sad and pitiful, ridiculous and lamentable."

Suddenly, another voice came, and a young monk dressed in a Taoist priest was on the field.

The young Taoist priest had red lips and white teeth, a tall figure, and a wide gray robe, which made him look thin and tall.

Song Zhenglun frowned and said, "Who are you?"

"The God-slaying Man!"

The young Taoist said in a cold voice.

Song Zhenglun clasped his fists and said, "Although the master's cultivation is extraordinary, the Sishui River God is not easily provoked. It is a small matter to kill the gods. If you implicate the people in Fengyuan City, what should you do? Why are the people?"

He could see clearly that this young Taoist had a strong cultivation level, at least he had entered the ghost fairyland. If he entered the ghost fairyland, he would be truly considered a genius of the earth immortal. He was not a mortal, but even if he entered the Xianmo Pavilion, he could still get a job and a half-time position. He was an existence that he needed to look up to.

"What are the people? All the people are innocent. We have to ask about the clay statues in Xianmo Pavilion, those guys enjoy the worship of the people in the place, and those who have received incense and have allowed the evil gods of Sishui to make trouble. Is this kind of behavior unrestrained or shameless?"

The young master said in a cold voice, and his aura was extremely strong, which forced Song Zhenglun to take a step back.

"You, who are you? How dare you slander me, Runan Xianmoge."

Song Zhenglun was really shocked. This was the first time he saw someone dare to blatantly scold Xianmoge in public.

Is this impatient living?

The young Taoist sneered, "Who am I? But he is also a poor person. In the past, if my elder brother had not made the Chinese food for me, I would have made this evil god's belly meal for the Si Shui evil god. Today, since I, Han Shantong, has achieved the mysterious skill, I will kill this evil god and avenge my elder brother. Whoever dares to stop me will kill anyone!"

With a clang, a cold light reflected on the snowy night, galloping around the young Taoist, as if he was spiritual.

“剑修!”

宋正伦吃了一惊.

Xu Ding and others were completely panicked and kept mourning. Suddenly, various crys of help sounded again on the banks of the Sishui River.

It was not because Xu Ding and others were cold-blooded and numb, but because there have been too many stories about monks killing the Sishui River God over the past century.

The ending of each time is exactly the same. The monk who wanted to die suddenly, but the suffering of the people was not solved slightly, but became even deeper.

Since Xu Ding and others became sensible, the Sishui River God became the most powerful and terrifying existence in their lives. Han Shantong wanted to kill the Sishui River God here. In their opinion, it was simply a disaster for them.

No matter how fierce the people of Wuliu Town cried, Han Shantong remained motionless, as if he had not heard of it. He disdained to debate with these ants. He only needed to kill the evil god of Sishui, and everything would naturally blew away.

Song Zhenglun fell down and said, "You are the one who harms the people! Xu Ding, Xu Ding, are still doing what? The moon is coming to the sky. I'm preparing ten pairs of boys and girls. I'm afraid that only in this way can the wrath of the river god be slightly extinguished."

Xu Ding and others stared at Han Shantong with their eyes turning red with anger. After all, they did not dare to make any moves, so they could only angrily instruct the servants to handle the matter.

For a moment, the shrill crying sounded across the world on the banks of the Sishui River.

Xu Yi stopped eating, drank a sip of wine, looked far away, and looked at the moon in the sky, feeling inexplicably heavy. He did not think about what is right or wrong in the whole thing, but lamented the sorrow of being a weak person who could not control his own destiny.

He couldn't help but wonder how much helpless 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.

Now he dares not speak nonsense and understand the way of heaven, but he remembers one thing firmly: the supreme kingdom is to take control of his own destiny.

With a loud bang, a column of water rose from afar, constantly rising, as if it was connected to the bright moon that was rising from the head.

“河神巡河了,焚香,叩拜.”

Xu Ding shouted loudly, and the incense table that had been set up long ago suddenly rose.

Han Shantong's eyebrows cold and rose into the air, using his fingers to control his sword. Suddenly, the long sword flew into the air and slashed straight towards the water.

With a loud bang, the entire water surface was swept open, and a shocking wave exploded along the middle of the river.

"hold head high!"

A howl that seemed like anger and excitement came from the bottom of the water, and the people on the river bank ran around in horror. Han Shantong's eyes flashed with determination, waved his palms, and the long sword suddenly released a silver light shield.

“剑生虹光,这,这……”

宋正伦惊呆了,鬼仙之强,竟至于斯么?

With a whirlpool, the long sword actually penetrated into the Sishui River, and the entire Sishui River suddenly boiled.

What is even more boiling than the river is Xu Ding’s group of small town residents.

They stopped running, one by one, one by one, and the other was tightly squeezing the changes in the river surface, and a sound of teeth shaking.
Chapter completed!