The Yunzhou monsters fought in a mess, and one by one they were exhausted, lying on the ground snorting and panting.

Seeing that they had finally quieted down, Pan Long asked, "That head is gone, what are you going to do now?"

"What else can you do?" a rabbit laughed dryly and replied, "This place is too dangerous!" We thought that the gods of Yunzhou would be able to win the battle at once when they besieged Yiwu, and when Yiwu's corpse landed, they might be able to divide into two mouths...... Now Yiwu is still alive and kicking in the sky, but someone among the gods of Yunzhou has died......"

"Yes, God knows who wins and loses! Let's run away!" the wild boar spirit said loudly, "Yiwu bullies us, and the monsters of the East China Sea also look down on us, what are we doing here!"

"I'll go back to Wanhua Mountain, and the jars of good wine buried in the spring should also be ready to drink. ”

"Go together!

"Didn't you just say you were going to kill me?"

"There is wine to drink, we are half-brothers, big things, let's talk about it after drinking. ”

"You're the cheapest in the world!"

"As long as the wine is given to me, I don't mind being the cheapest in the world. ”

"Phew!"

The monsters cursed and swore while hooking their shoulders and backs, and just walked away.

Looking at their distant appearance, Pan Long couldn't help but want to laugh.

It's good to be well-trained and disciplined like the East China Sea monsters, but it's not necessarily bad to live a happy life like the Yunzhou monsters.

If you can be happy to the end, you can still smile when you die, and say "Tofu and peanuts are eaten together, and there is a taste of ham", then this life seems to be not bad......

After Pan Long laughed, he just returned to the gate of the village, but he suddenly felt a tightness in his heart, and couldn't help but look up, only to see the dark clouds in the sky suddenly disperse, and a huge bird with no friends spread its wings to cover the sky, surrounded by raging flames, so bright that it was difficult to look directly.

"Ao Qianzhi, Ao Qianye, I see that you are covered with dark clouds, and there will be a catastrophe of life and death today!"

The voice was clearly that of Bi Lingkong Bi Painter, but compared with her previous calm and quiet tone, the shout that resounded through the sky was full of arrogance and pride, like a domineering and arrogant lone traveler, who dared to kill anyone, and would not give anyone face.

Two blue rays of light flowed between the giant bird's claws and wings, and the voice of the man in the two dragon gods before him was clearly heard answering.

"Bi Lingkong! If you have the ability, you will kill people, what's the use of bragging!"

Immediately afterwards, the woman's voice also sounded: "Bi Demon God, today you and I are going to die." If we can't kill you and die at your hands, there's nothing to complain about. Why do you want to nag like that!"

As he spoke, two rays of blue light, one left and one right, wrapped around the giant bird's feet, pulling hard to both sides, so that it could not wave its claws to attack.

Immediately afterward, various rays of light whistled in all directions and swooped towards the giant bird.

With a loud bang, Pan Long only felt that his heart shook violently, and as far as his eyes went, he saw the surrounding mountains, rivers, flowers and trees...... Everything is shaking.

I don't know how much it shook with this slam.

The giant bird let out a muffled grunt, and its massive wings fell, only to burst into flames before they hit the ground, turning into countless fireballs.

Seeing so many fireballs fall to the ground, Pan Long was shocked.

These fireballs were transformed by the feathers of the demon god Bi Lingkong, and each fireball contained powerful mana. Falling to the ground, burning mountains and boiling the sea dare not say, burning villages, burning mountains and forests, but it is not a problem.

If all these fireballs fall, this radius of hundreds of miles will probably become a sea of fire, and there will be no tenths of the creatures that can survive.

He gripped the cicada-wing knife tightly, staring at the falling fireball.

He couldn't stop all the fireballs, but he had to at least try to stop those that fell this way.

He can't help the world at the same time, it's always okay to save the people in front of him.

Seeing that these fireballs were about to fall to the ground, suddenly golden, yellow, and white lights rose into the sky, blocking them one after another.

In the light, figures that looked no different from ordinary people stood in the air one after another.

"Demon gods, you fight and fight, don't harm the common people!" In a rich golden light, a figure on crutches that looked old sighed, "You feel sorry for your own relatives, don't you care about other people's relatives?"

"Alas, old marquis, they won't pay attention to what you say. In another ray of golden light, a middle-aged man who was so thin that he was almost skinny sighed, "If they can understand the truth of 'the human heart is the heart of heaven', how can they have this battle in front of them?"

In another golden light not far away, a military general with tattered armor and pierced like a hedgehog by arrows said angrily: "If you are not of my race, your heart will be different! For them, only their relatives are noble, and all living beings are just their food!"

In the sky, the giant bird suddenly spoke: "Fan Wuxian, don't say such beautiful things! When you led the troops to exterminate my Confucian sect, did you ever show mercy to your subordinates because everyone was a human race? You are also worthy of saying, 'Their hearts must be different'? You yourself are not the same heart as the people!"

"Rebellious ministers and thieves, everyone will be punished!" the military general shouted angrily, "A certain hatred didn't kill you thief bird in the first place!"

"Haha! Look, when it comes to interests, you put away all your fake righteous faces!" Bi Lingkong laughed loudly, "Rebel ministers and thieves? Say as if you weren't! Who was it that took the money of the King of Dimin, but turned to the anti-king Zhao Sheng and betrayed his own lord? Isn't it your 'General Wansheng' Fan Wuxian!"

Fan Wushu was so angry that he drew his sword and was about to rush up to fight, but was stopped by the old man.

"Fan Chenghuang, you have to protect the people under your rule, and don't act rashly!"

Immediately afterwards, the rest of the people also came to persuade Fan Wuxian to come down.

Pan Long frowned slightly, he didn't expect that there would be such a big contradiction between Bi Lingkong and these city gods in Yunzhou.

He had already seen that these figures were all loyal ministers and famous generals who were canonized as the land of the city god after their deaths. These people are supposed to protect the common people like Bi Lingkong, and they are against the demon gods who fight regardless of the lives and deaths of the people, but in fact, most of them are canonized figures of the Great Xia Dynasty, and they are all courtiers of the Great Xia Dynasty during their lifetimes. With Bi Lingkong, the number one thief in Great Xia, where can there be any common language!

The two sides didn't fight, and thank God for it!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Bi Lingkong's temper is really short-tempered. I was already besieged by so many demon gods, and I actually made a statement to provoke the city god land...... Isn't she afraid that these Chenghuang lands will also join the battle group?"

After thinking about it, he felt a little curious again.

Bi Painter seems to be a calm and gentle person, how can he be so irritable when he shows his real body to fight?

The calm and gentle painter before, or the arrogant and arrogant demon god now, which one is her true face?

As he was thinking, the lands of the city god had blocked all the fireballs in the sky. Blocked by the divine light emitted by the gods, these fireballs exploded in the air, turning into countless sparks and dissipating without a trace.

The whole process was like a huge firework exploding in the sky.

Then, the clouds resurfaced, obscuring the sky again. Except for the constant roar and fighting above, there is no way to know how the battle is going.

And the lands of the city gods have also disappeared, as if they never appeared before. Even the howling wind calmed down, and the sky and the earth suddenly became quiet.

But the silence is extremely unsettling, as if some danger is being born, and it makes people tremble, but they don't know what to do.

Pan Long stood at the entrance of the village with a frown, staring at the sky.

Suddenly, he saw a flash of red light in front of him, and a black feather with a golden-red edge floated in front of him.

"It's ...... Feathers in Yiwu?"

He hesitated, then reached out to catch the feather.

The feather fell on his hand, and there was no flame, only a slight heat.

Pan Long held this feather and wondered a little in his heart.

He didn't believe that the feather had fallen randomly and landed in his palm.

There is no such coincidence in the world!

It will fall to itself, and the biggest possibility is that Bi Lingkong is manipulating behind his back.

It's just that...... Why did that powerful demon god manipulate this feather and send it to himself?

He thought for a moment and took out the painting.

As soon as the drawing paper was taken out, the feather suddenly flew up, turned into a streamer, and landed on the paper.

Then, on the shoulder of the portrait, a lively crow suddenly appeared.

The crow looked similar to an ordinary crow, but if you looked closely, you could see that there seemed to be a faint golden-red glow flowing on the tips of its beak and claws, and even the same golden-red glow was faintly visible on the black feathers all over its body.

"Could it be...... Is this raven a portrait of herself?" Pan Long wondered, "but what was her purpose in drawing the portrait on this piece of paper?"

"It doesn't mean much. The crow in the portrait suddenly spoke, "I happened to see you, so I just came over and talked." ”

"Huh?!" Pan Long was taken aback and asked, "Aren't you fighting in the sky?"

"Does fighting in the sky affect my small talk with you?" the crow smiled very humanly, "For me, at any time, I can make a small talk with someone. It doesn't affect me. ”

Only then did Pan Long understand, thought for a while, and asked: "Senior, the two dragon gods entrusted me to transport their corpses back to the East China Sea, and the dead Yunhe source river god also entrusted me to transport his remnant soul back to his hometown, do you know why they all asked me for help?"

"You have merit to protect their souls. The crow replied, "It's strange to say, why are you so merit so heavy at your young age? Could it be that you are the reincarnation of a great Buddhist monk, or did you save the world in your previous life?"

Pan Long was speechless, and he didn't understand it himself.

"What exactly is 'merit'?" he asked.

"That's what the monks say, and to put it bluntly, it's the gratitude of sentient beings to you. The gratitude of one person is insignificant, but the gratitude of thousands of people can be condensed into a powerful force. ”

"What's the use of this power?"

"Strictly speaking, it's useless. Bi Lingkong said, "The monks say, 'A person with profound merit turns evil into good fortune during his lifetime, and transcends sanctification after death'...... That's all. The key to a person's experience is to look at the changes in the world, Wen Er is a fool who said well, 'the process of history' is the main reason, and 'personal efforts' cannot be said to be useless, but it is not very useful. ”

It paused for a moment and continued, "As far as I know, there are two greatest benefits of merit. First, it can counteract all kinds of curses and calculations. The gratitude of thousands of people is condensed, enough to distort the fate in the dark. Whoever wants to curse you, who wants to take advantage of you, will be confronted by this twist. It's okay to have good intentions, but he will be dizzy, and no matter how much he tries to do it, he can only see a blur. ”

"What about those with malicious intentions?"

"Of course, he will reap the consequences! If he wants you to have diarrhea, he will diarrhea himself, if he wants you to die, he will die by himself, and if he wants to divinate you, he will be blind temporarily, and the time is determined by the degree of his malice. ”

Pan Long couldn't help but laugh: "Then this merit is still very useful!"

"That's it, I've encountered countless curses and divination over the years. I don't have merit to protect myself, you see I'm not doing well, who can do anything to me? Zhao Dabastard has a good saying, striking iron also has to be hard, one's own ability is the most important thing, merit protection or something, in fact, it is just an embellishment. ”

Pan Long nodded, and asked again, "What about the second benefit?"

"The second benefit is that you don't need it when you're alive. Bi Lingkong replied, "When you die, merit and self-protection can allow you to be reborn directly without going around the netherworld, not to mention the qualifications in the next life, and the past will not be forgotten, which is equivalent to a new life." ”

Pan Long was taken aback: "There is such a benefit?"

"Of course. If it weren't for such benefits, why would those guys want to ask you for help to send them home? They don't care about the qualifications of the next life, but who wouldn't want to be able to forget the future and live again?"

Pan Long suddenly realized why the two dragon gods of the East China Sea and the river gods of Yunheyuan had to ask him to help deal with the aftermath.

"Will that have anything to lose me?" he couldn't help but ask.

"It will cost you some of your merits. But your merits are so profound, and it's really nothing to consume some. The crow replied, "It's strange to say, why do you have so much merit?"

Pan Long figured it out.

I am afraid that my own merits have been accumulated in those worlds created by the fragments of the Mountains and Seas.

It's just that...... Shouldn't the world created by the fragments of the Shan Hai Jing be illusory? Why do you accumulate merit in those worlds when you do good deeds and benefit the common people, but the merits you accumulate are real?

He shook his head, lost in thought......