The river was filled with vermilion fire, bursts of white smoke rose, and most of the river was illuminated by the flames.

"Hululu..."

Large bubbles appeared on the surface of the water, a shadow emerged from the water with a crash, and a huge turtle shell floated on the water.

Xu Tong tiptoed and landed lightly on the turtle shell. After a closer look, he found that although the turtle shell was full of scratches, it had not been actually scratched.

But the old turtle's head was exposed, exuding a pungent burnt smell.

Seeing this, Xu Tong tried to strike it with the Pure Yang Sword several times.

The sound of "clanging~" was heard.

With a divine weapon like the Pure Yang Sword, it only made a shallow mark, which made Xu Tong secretly happy.

The sword strike he just made seemed to be just a skill activated, but in fact, the sword strike was almost a full-strength strike.

The level of Pyrophilia reached LV3 after passing through the training ground.

The level may not seem high, but the Pure Yang Sword increases fire addiction by one level, and the Demon King's Advent fire skill increases by two levels.

At this time, the level of fire addiction has reached level six.

Don't forget, the damage of Pyrophilia is based on the fire skill's increase level.

The hellfire descended by the demon king, coupled with the corrosive flames and the fiery sword energy, contributed to the vermilion flames, and the power of the fire addiction has reached an appalling level.

Xu Tong found it incredible that such a sword did not split the turtle shell open.

Fortunately, I was afraid that I would miss a hit, so I took measures in advance, so that the clone of Fu Cai got stuck on the turtle's head that wanted to shrink in at the critical moment.

Otherwise, I'm afraid the success will be in vain, and it will be difficult to kill this bastard again.

Even in the future, when you pass by the river, you have to be careful, maybe this bastard will sneak up on you.

Fortunately, the sacrifice to get rich is worthy of recognition.

"Hey, with you, my master's city god will be safe."

Xu Tong squinted his eyes and pointed at the burnt turtle head.

If you get rid of this disaster, the next thing you do will be much simpler.

"Quack!"

At this time, there was a sound of a toad, and the sound came from the burnt turtle's head, and a fat golden toad emerged from the turtle's head.

When Xu Tong took a look, it turned out to be the clone of Fortune, but the clone that was originally the size of a baby's fist was now only as big as an egg.

Although it's a little small, it's better to have some left than nothing.

"Quack!"

The toad kicked off its legs and landed in Xu Tong's hand.

Facai in the hall stretched out a slender tentacle, patted the clone gently, and sucked the clone back.

However, when Fa Cai took back his clone, a green pearl the size of a thumb fell on Xu Tong's hand.

"What's this??"

Xu Tong took a look and saw that this thing was still warm in his hand.

It should be taken from the old turtle to get rich.

Then Fa Cai gave a brief explanation, and it turned out that this thing was a demon pill hidden in the lower jaw of the old turtle.

After being noticed by the remaining clone of Fortune, he took out the demon pill.

Xu Tong threw it into the prop book.

[The best demon pill] Three hundred and sixty years.

It is edible and can be refined into special elixirs. If it is eaten directly without the demon system, there is a risk of demon poison.

(Note: It’s not just roosters that lay eggs!)

"Hey, this thing is really good. Although I am not a demon system, the Dark Chilong Body should not be that bad. I just don't know what the use of eating this thing is. Keep it for now. If it is of no use, just

Let’s share it with Da Ya and the other three.”

But besides the demon pill, there is one more thing that must be taken away.

Xu Tong waved his hand, and the demon bell appeared in his hand. As soon as the bell rang, the soul arresting technique was activated. He grabbed the body of the river demon at his feet, and a ball of soul as big as a baby's fist was forcibly taken into Xu Tong's hand.

It is indeed a river demon who has eaten the incense of the human world and practiced cultivation for three hundred years. It is as big as other people's souls, but it is good that it is so big.

He casually threw it into the hall and gave it to Jixiang for safekeeping. When he returned, he took some time to refine it and see what good treasures could be made from it.

At this time, a strange noise sounded.

After looking for the sound, he discovered that thousands of fireflies were floating out of the corpse.

legend.

After a person dies, if he still misses him, he will not be able to enter reincarnation, reincarnate, and finally become fireflies, surrounding his loved ones.

Xu Tong looked at the thousands of fireflies in front of him and could only imagine how many people this bastard had killed over the years.

"Let's go! I'll take you home."

Although the character in my script this time is an official fan.

But he has not forgotten his duty as a member of the Seven Sects.

I saw Xu Tong taking out a thick stack of yellow paper, waving his hand and throwing it towards the sky.

"Wow~"

When hundreds of yellow papers fell on the water, they had been turned into a boat.

From the props book, he took out the set of tools his master gave him, a leather tube, opened it and took out three sticks of yellow incense.

"If you don't have an incense burner, just use this turtle shell to make one."

Xu Tong took a look and saw that among the cracks of different depths on the turtle shell, there happened to be a crack that was just the right length and depth. Three yellow incense sticks were stuck on it. With a wave of his hand, the three yellow incense sticks were lingering on the green smoke.

Xu Tong summoned Fa Cai again, turned Fa Cai into a paddle, and stepped on the turtle under his feet to slide to the other side of the river bank.

With the other hand, he sprinkled the money in the air and whispered, "Go home!!"

"Wow~"

The guide money fell like snowflakes, and thousands of fireflies landed on the paper boat on the water, and followed Xu Tong as he swam to the other side of the river.

At this moment, the river bank was already crowded with people.

In addition to those people who were digging river channels captured by the River God Division, there were many people who saw the movement in the city and ran out to watch the excitement.

Everyone looked at the vermilion river in the distance. They had never seen such a spectacular sight in their lives, and everyone's heart was already in their throats.

"Look!"

Suddenly someone screamed and raised his hand to the water in the distance.

Everyone looked in the direction, and for a moment everyone's eyes were filled with an unforgettable brilliance.

Under the red sky that fills the river, a thin young man is walking across the water, holding a paddle and stepping on a huge turtle shell.

"Your Majesty!!"

Guo Yi shouted loudly, clenched his fists, and excitedly rushed down the river embankment, stepped on the cold lake water, and jumped on the turtle shell: "Your Majesty, are you okay? Are you injured?"

Faced with Guo Yi's concern, Xu Tong was still very moved and patted him on the shoulder: "Bless me, City God. Look, I'm fine."

"As long as it's okay, it'll be okay!"

As Guo Yi spoke, his eyes continued to look at Xu Tong. It was not until he was sure that the prince was really uninjured that his anxious heart relaxed.

"Thank God, thank Mr. Li, the river demon is dead!!!"

On the river bank, an old man knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Xu Tong.

Some people recognize this old man, his name is Huang Jinggen, and people call him Lao Huang.

Their family has been fishing for a living for three generations, but their son died in the mouth of a river demon.

After his son died, Huang often dreamed that his son was calling his father underwater.

For this reason, Lao Huang sold all his coffins and gave all the money to the River God, hoping that the River God would let his son's soul go home.

However, there was nothing further about this incident.

However, Lao Huang went through many changes overnight. Every morning and evening he would stand at the door of his house, calling his son's name.

Someone tried to persuade Lao Huang to be more liberal, but Lao Huang told people that his son had not come back yet and he would wait for his son to come back.

Speaking of hatred, Lao Huang would probably be able to peel off this bastard's skin and cramp it.

Now that I saw that the river demon was finally dead, I burst into tears for a while, calling out my son’s name: “Son, look, this damn thing is finally dead, your great revenge must be avenged~~ My son~

~Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu”

Old Huang's cries echoed on the river bank, but the cries came from more than just one family.
To be continued...