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The troubled times, of course, are the prosperous times of the sect, but they are also a huge flesh and blood mill, I don't know how many gods, the power has fallen, the heavens and the earth are sad, and the ghosts and gods are wailing.

But in times of peace and prosperity, Shinto warfare was rare.

Even if Yu Jizi is an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years, he has only seen a little bit of a record in the classics of the sect.

The other ghosts and gods are younger, where can they experience it?

Therefore, as soon as the drum car sounded, not only the ghosts and gods of Zhibei County quietly observed, but even the great powers of other parties, the gods also descended very vaguely.

"Kill!"

Li Shooting Tiger's body swelled, like a towering giant, the muscles of his whole body bulged, looking like a small mountain, he lunged with one leg, his arms were strong, the center of gravity of his body drooped with him, and the longbow in his hand was pulled into a full moon by him. There was a squeaking and poignant sound, and the longbow forged by the keel fused with the heavenly essence gold seemed to be about to break.

A green light condensed on the giant bow, turning into a dragon with two horns, a horse's head and a snake body, teeth and claws, like a dragon that wanted to choose people to devour.

Chirp!

The long arrow shot out in the air, and the green pillar of light not only pierced through the light film, but also castrated, piercing several Taoist priests and collapsing several palaces.

Everyone stared blankly at the pierced light film and the collapsed palace, and after a long time, the sound of long arrows breaking through the air came from their ears. Even the powerful eyes that were secretly paying attention in the air couldn't help shrinking, and their hearts trembled, not to mention other people.

The speed of the stray arrow is even faster than the sound wave.

It's really amazing, and the skill is close to the Tao!

Yu Jizi looked at the pierced light film with a solemn face, and Li Jihu who was holding a longbow and standing with his head held high. There was a faint sense of threat in my heart. It was as if he would fall under his longbow.

Ordinary people's hunches are sometimes inaccurate.

However, after Yu Jizi became a ghost immortal, the spirit and spirit of the whole body were sublimated, and the sense of touch was the most sensitive.

Fortunately, Li Shooting Tiger was jealous of dragon qi, and his whole body strength was less than one-tenth of what it was when it was in its heyday.

Shooting such a furious stray arrow is also a big burden on his body. He stood there with some exhaustion, and did not draw his bow again.

Yu Jizi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, forcibly suppressing the fear and uneasiness in his heart, and feeling a little lucky in his heart.

Fortunately, Li Shehu was eaten by the dragon qi, and his whole body strength was not one in ten.

Otherwise, it only takes a few bows and arrows, and the blessed land of the Yin World, which has been carefully cultivated by the Jade Machine for hundreds of years, will be shattered and completely turned into ashes.

And the jade machine, as the ancestor of the blessed land, will also fall with the shattering of the blessed land.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

The ghost soldiers looked at the pierced light film, as well as the Taoist priests who only had stumps and broken arms left, and the hall that collapsed one after another, they all shouted excitedly, and their morale suddenly became high.

"The military heart is available!"

"Kill!"

Du Chenghuang saw that the morale of the three armies had risen sharply, while on the other side, because the light film had been shot through, the main hall had collapsed, and the morale was a little low. Under the advantages of the other, he took the opportunity to launch a general attack.

"No!"

"No!"

"No!"

The huge drum cart was beaten again, and one by one, under the leadership of the ghost god, seemed to be black ants, and like a tidal torrent, densely pressed towards the direction of the Dao Palace.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

There were also countless warriors in yellow clothes and yellow scarves on their heads, with strong bodies and yellow lights flashing all over their bodies, like calves.

Yellow Turban Lux!

These warriors are all secretly cultivated Dharma protectors in the Daomen, called "Yellow Turban Warriors".

Subduing demons and eliminating demons is infinitely powerful, and often only obeys the orders of higher-level immortal officials. The amount is unknown, but the amount is directly related to the power of the messenger.

The jade machine is the great consummation of the ghost fairyland, and the whole body is full of spirit and energy, with the weight of the mountains, the breadth of the sea and the river, and the blessed land behind it to rely on.

The cultivated Yellow Turban wrestlers are naturally like millets in the sea, and there are countless of them, and it seems that the number is no less than the ghost soldiers carried by Du Chenghuang.

"Demon, you dare to attack the Dao Palace, it's really a punishment!"

The Yellow Turban Lux looked at the swarming, like a tidal wave of ghost pawns, and couldn't help shouting angrily. Pull out the wand that you carry with you, and slam it down condescendingly.

Rumble!

A ghost soldier was smashed squarely, and he subconsciously wanted to block with the long knife in his hand. But the wand of demon slaying was so powerful that the long knife fluttered like a wooden stick in front of it, and it was shattered in an instant, along with the body of the ghost soldier.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The Yellow Turban wrestler was condescending, and the magic wand in his hand kept smashing down, like whack-a-mole, and every time he fell, one or several ghost soldiers would be smashed into flesh, and finally turned into a wisp of black gas, completely dissipating between heaven and earth.

But the black ghost soldiers seemed to be endless, no matter how they fell. None of them have decreased in the slightest, but there is a growing trend over time.

The Yellow Turban Lux also slowly reveals his own weaknesses during the fight.

He is tall and strong, but his agility is slightly lacking.

Being surrounded, of course, can smash several, or more ghost soldiers with a scepter, but in the face of dense long knives in all directions, even if the Yellow Turban Lux is physically strong, it is impossible to escape the fate of being cut and divided.

Du Chenghuang and Yu Jizi both looked at everything in front of them with indifferent eyes. The whole ghost snake is like a flesh mill, and the boundless ghost pawn and the yellow turban wrestler collide together.

There were sounds of fighting everywhere, and there was blood everywhere.

But whether it is Du Chenghuang or Yu Jizi, there is no intention of interfering in the slightest.

Because they know that this is just the beginning, and the elite of both sides has not been exhausted.

Shinto warfare is more about patience, and fighting is more about the foundation.

When the two of them play, that is when the battle needs to be decided.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

One by one, the ghost soldiers were hit, turned into black gas, and completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

One by one, the yellow turban wrestlers roared angrily in the sky, and fell helplessly, and the bulging muscles of the whole body were like balloons punctured by this, and they became shriveled up in an instant.

"River God, you lead the water demon to attack the left flank of the Yellow Turban Warriors. ”

"Door God, your subordinates are the most elite, you lead people to attack the right flank and go straight to the middle palace. ”

Li Jiehu, who had gray hair and a black dragon roar all over his body, sat in the big tent of the Chinese army, watching the changes in the war and making adjustments at any time.

"No!"

"No!"

With algae on his head, lotus leaves on his body, and fish gills, his face is a little ugly, as if he has just been fished out of the water, and there is a river god with a phantom image of a river hanging on his body.

Wearing a golden helmet and golden armor, holding a golden whip in his hand, and the muscles of his whole body bulging, he is like a strong door god like a lion. The most peculiar thing is that his skin all over his body seems to be brushed with a layer of gold dust, which looks particularly dazzling in the light.

After the river god with fish gills and the door god with a mighty face bowed their heads and saluted, they took the token in Li Shuhu's hand with a resolute face, and then bowed their heads and withdrew from the Chinese army's tent.

After a while, only two cannon shots were heard.

The river god and the door god led the disciples to rush out from the left and right sides, and obliquely penetrated into the Chinese army camp of the Yellow Turban Lux.

Rumble!

The river god led the water tribe to rush out first, and the phantom of the river on his body suddenly poured back, turning into waves several people high.

Before a dozen Yellow Turban wrestlers could react, they were swept away by the raging river.

On the contrary, the water demon and other subordinates are like dragons returning to the sea in the waves, and tigers are going up to the mountains, which is indescribably comfortable.

The sharp harpoon stabbed out, and the yellow turban wrestler struggling in the river instantly became shriveled like a deflated ball.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Seeing that the tactics were effective, the river god hurriedly urged the mana, and one by one the waves fell from the sky, and the smashed Yellow Turban wrestlers retreated again and again.

In the Qinghe River Basin of Yangshizhibei County, several villagers dressed up women washed their clothes on the bluestone by the river, beating with wooden sticks. From time to time, there is a sound of laughter.

Suddenly, a huge whirlpool appeared in the center of the river, as if it was a gluttonous mouth, frantically devouring everything around it.

The river water is decreasing rapidly and visibly with the naked eye.

"What's going on!"

Several villagers and village women looked at everything in front of them in amazement, because they were so surprised that the wooden basin with clean clothes placed by the water was floated away by the river, and they did not find it.

By the time they came back to their senses, the round wooden basin was close to the huge whirlpool in the middle of the river, and it was too late to find it.

"My clothes!"

The peasant woman who had lost her clothes looked at the huge whirlpool in the middle of the river with some chagrin, but she did not have the courage to go down the river.

"The river god is angry!"

"Hurry up and worship at the River Temple!"

"The river god is angry!"

Ignoring the annoyed peasant woman, everyone ran to a small temple on the shore with a frightened face.

It is hoped that through their worship, the river will be able to extinguish the monstrous anger.

The river god is the god of water in Zhibei County, surnamed Yu Mingmo, it is said that the ancestor is the royal family of Dayu in the previous dynasty, and came to Zhibei County to avoid the war.

When Yu Mo was born, the Yu family had been passed down for several generations in Zhibei County. Because of the good business, quite a family, a well-known family.

Yu Mo is simple by nature, known as a good name, and has a high reputation in the countryside. According to the county annals, the villagers are respectful.

Later, a thief army made a rebellion, and put a long knife on his neck, and ordered him to open the city gate. Yu Mo swore to die, and scolded the thief for committing a disorderly crime, which is really the way to die.

The thieves were angry, and despite the villagers' obstruction, they tied Yu Mo and threw him into the river. The thief army was wiped out in a few days, and the thief's head was also torn apart, which fulfilled Yu Mo's prophecy.

But Yu Mo had already drowned in the river, which made people sigh.

The villagers respected Yu Mo's loyalty and righteousness, and spontaneously rowed a boat to search for several days, but finally did not see his body. The villagers are very strange, and some people dream of Yu Mo at night, since the clouds have become gods, in charge of hundreds of miles of waters, as long as the villagers worship, they will be blessed, the wind and rain are smooth.

At first, the villagers didn't care, but they dreamed of Yu Mo for several days. couldn't help but be amazed in my heart, and jointly sued the government.

At that time, Zhibei County respected and admired Yu Mo's loyalty, reported to the imperial court, enshrined him as the river god, established a temple, and was in charge of the large and small rivers in Zhibei County, enjoying the faith of all people.