I looked at Xiao Jiu who stood up, curious, I don't know why the water of the Yellow River is so wonderful to her.

Xiao Jiu's eyes can't see it, but his heart is transparent.

Pointing to the prohibition laid by the trapped masked man, he said: "The Book of the Dead used to be an ancient and mysterious technique, but unfortunately the current one has long been mutilated, and this incomplete method of imprisonment can't trap me. "

With a stomp under his feet, the ground trembled slightly and roared.

Three seconds later, a jet of water broke through the formation. Rushed up from the ground.

The gushing river flowed in all directions, washing away all the patterns drawn by the masked man, and the blood sacrifices were also washed away, and the method was broken.

"The Book of the Dead", it's not the first time I've heard of it, it seems to be a scripture for practicing evil laws, and the "soul drawing" in me is on it, but what the story of this scripture is, I don't know very well.

The masked man looked at Xiao Jiu and said in a nervous tone that he had never seen before, "You... You... It's you. I remember, it was you..."

Halfway through his words, he was too frightened to speak, and turned around and ran.

I've dealt with it a few times, and I know that masks are not shallow. But there seems to be something wrong with the brain, crazy and crazy.

But now that he's gone, it's a good thing for us after all.

After that, it's these people in front of you.

I thought that Xiao Jiu was resurrected with full blood, and she showed her style like she suppressed Wenshui River that night, but she didn't.

He didn't speak, didn't pay attention to those people, and walked straight to the big net next to him.

The people who were originally around saw Xiao Jiu passing, and they didn't dare to act rashly, so they all gave way to see what she wanted to do.

The big net was placed there, and the corpse of Mr. Liu and the corpse of the river god were among them, and everyone was thinking about it, but they hadn't moved yet.

Xiao Jiu went over and said: "You died to protect this river, the river thanks you, the river god also thanks you, and the people who were raised by the river will also remember you, I can't save you today, but please wish me a helping hand to get rid of these people who desecrate the river, and you will die a blind death." "

Talk to a dead man.

The people present are all proficient in the way of yin and yang, and there are ghosts after death, but if you want to communicate with ghosts, you don't have a direct conversation like this.

If this were all possible, all the dead would be crying and crying, and they would say anything. That's not messing around.

But something strange happened.

Mr. Liu, who was in the big net, moved inexplicably, and then slowly stood up with his body propped up.

We all saw very clearly that Xiao Jiu didn't do anything, only said those words.

The person who has seen the shortest is me, and I am only amazed.

But everyone else changed their faces.

A voice trembled slightly, and said cautiously, "This... This is... Heyin, who can live the dead and summon the souls of the dead, how could she, doesn't it mean that only the river god understands this method? "

"Is it really Heyin?"

"She's not going to be a river god, is she?"

…

I vaguely heard some words, and I knew, it seemed that Xiao Jiu had done something that they didn't expect, which shocked them.

If nothing else, they must be afraid now.

Mr. Liu stood up, opened his eyes and looked around, everyone didn't fall, didn't say anything, just walked slowly, step by step towards the cliff and waterfall.

As I passed by, I called out to him.

"Mr. Liu?"

He ignored it and didn't react at all.

Then he went straight down the cliff and fell into the water below.

Xiao Jiu turned back again.

Her unhurried movements made the people present unbearable.

A man stood up and shouted, "You woman, what kind of fame." If you have the ability, come and try it with us, don't make a fool of yourself. "

"Try it with you?" Xiao Jiu nodded and said to himself: "Okay, I'll try it with you." "

She faced the person who spoke, but her hand reached back, plunged into the flowing water, and slowly withdrew, but when she withdrew, there was an extra sword in her hand that was completely condensed by water.

This sword is in the form of a blunt sword, relatively thick and wide, Xiao Jiu holds the hilt of the sword with one hand, and it is a little uncoordinated, very uncoordinated.

The sword body is transparent, and the waves are flowing, only the position of the hilt is blood red, and if you look closely, you can also find that there is a beating heart inside.

Holding a water sword, he slashed at the person who spoke just now.

The water was choppy, and in the midst of the chaotic splashes, a very thin stream of water flew out.

I didn't see any fancy movements, and I didn't feel any huge breath. Just like that, he swung his sword, and flew out like this, a wisp of water.

But it cut off the breath of the person who spoke.

He stood there, paddled by the current, and suddenly stopped moving, and his eyes slowly grew. But it was white.

A gust of wind blew, and my body "bang" stretched, turning into two halves from the middle, and fell to the ground, and the blood splashed out for several meters, and even a few drops were faintly stained on my face.

This hand completely calmed everyone.

There was no movement around except the sound of water.

Xiao Jiu carried the water sword and said in a deep voice: "This sword is the condensation of the old man's faith just now, and it is his strength. It is his determination to protect the Wenshui River, and you should pay the price for your actions today. "

The Wenshui River behind her seemed to be responding to her words, and the waves were louder.