As long as you live in this heaven and earth, there will be many helplessness, whether you are a mortal or a cultivator. Even Chen Jing, who is the river god, doesn't want to be this river god, but he has become a river god, and he can't live in peace, so he has to work hard to keep this god position, because he doesn't want to die, at least it is meaningless if he doesn't want to die. If someone who knew him before saw his performance after becoming a river god, they would definitely be surprised that Chen Jing, who had always been silent and silent, still had such a side. This is also his helplessness, he must behave like this in order to make people believe in himself.

Under the ethereal starry sky, in front of the Xiuchun Bend Temple of the Jing River, Chen Jing stood on the river and had a greeting, a worship, and a commitment with the people on the embankment.

When the sky began to brighten, people dispersed, and everything that happened on the Jing River today is destined to be passed on to generations of descendants in Heqian Village, and it will be added to the "Strange Things of Heaven and Earth".

The river no longer overflows the embankment, and the thirty miles along the Xiuchun bend return to calm, and the people of the village in front of the river bear the brunt of the river have also settled down. Even farther away have already recognized Chen Jing, the river god, and no longer regard him as a checkmate young man who was caught with a net that day.

Heqian Village and Junling Town boiled for a while before slowly calming down, and the incense in the river temple became more and more vigorous, but no one saw the river god wearing cloth clothes and hanging a long sword at his waist appeared, and those handsome girls who heard about the river god returned disappointed one by one.

In this way, the sun rises and the moon falls, the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter change, and time rushes away like a river.

At this time, Chen Jing was sitting in the water area of Xiuchun Bend, and a rushing river scene appeared above his head, and a waterfall rushed down between a steep black cliff, with a momentum like a rainbow, all the way to a gentle water.

Beneath him was a dark stone, and in the distance, there were the only remaining large red shrimp and a huge cyan shell in the Xiuchun Bend, and they were intimidated by the murderous aura emanating from the stone, and they did not dare to approach.

This stone is the treasure of the river god of the Evil Dragon Gorge, at that time, the murderous aura was soaring, and it turned into a small mountain and pressed down on Chen Jing, and Chen Jing poured out the spiritual power of the embroidered spring bend that he could mobilize to suppress it.

This black stone itself is just a magnet, but because it has been soaked in the river for endless years, and because it is located on a river eye spiritual cave, it is full of aura.

As for the murderous aura on it, Chen Jing asked an old turtle in the Evil Dragon Gorge to know that a thousand years ago, a sword fell from the sky and stuck on this stone. The sword was murderous, no one dared to approach, and it took decades before it was pulled out by a Taoist, and this stone was dyed with a killing aura, which lasted for thousands of years.

Chen Jingfu sat on this stone, and at the same time he was excited in his heart, but he was also fascinated by the sword and the person, what kind of person would have such a sword, just the murderous aura dyed on the stone could still make people feel palpitations after a thousand years.

What kind of person is this, who can make a person who held such a sword a thousand years ago fall from the sword?

What happened thousands of years ago, and are all the legends in the world true?

Chen Jing sat on top of the black stone, and he was excited that the sword in his hand could be used for the next step of the sacrifice. Slowly inserted the sword into the sword marks left by the fall of the sword thousands of years ago. No more, no less, not wide, not narrow, just right. He slowly closed his eyes, and where his hand met his sword, he could see what seemed to be smoke rising.

Channeling, condensation, and refining, this is the first half of the sword practice, and Chen Jing is condensing at this time.

The sword is originally mortal iron, as long as it does not return to the innate from the day after tomorrow, it must be kept with body and mind, qi, blood, and spirit, supplemented by the aura of heaven and earth. Otherwise, as long as you don't cultivate or practice for a day, the aura on the sword will not increase, and it will fade into a mortal sword after a long time.

It is difficult for the sword to penetrate the spirit, and it is even more difficult to find a place of condensation, and the murderous aura in this black stone is rich and fierce, which is an excellent place for evil.

If the sword is good, the more powerful the sword will be.

Chen Jing's black hair spread out with the current, like black algae, and the green robe from the Evil Dragon Gorge River God Cave Mansion was not stained with a little mud.

Baili Cuiping Mountain, green mountains such as screens, continuous and quiet.

This Cuiping Mountain and Qianluo Mountain are separated by 300 miles, there is Baling City in the middle, Junling Town is not far from Cuiping, and the Jing River is through Qianluo Mountain, and then flows through Cuiping Lianyuan.

The sky is full of stars, the blurred starlight spreads between the heavens and the earth, and the spirits in Cuiping Mountain who have opened their minds are raising their heads one by one and exhaling their vitality at the starlight. Starlight has the spiritual power of the stars, whether it is for cultivators or demons, it is a very pure spiritual power.

For the mountain god, her incense is not as good as the land god, and it is not even as vigorous as Chen Jing's river temple. But neither Chen Jing nor the land god dared to provoke her.

She leaned on a jasper throne, holding a bunch of vermilion and fresh mountain fruits in her hand and eating them one by one, this mountain fruit is a major specialty of Cuiping Mountain, the name is Qingxin Hongyan Fruit, delicious and sweet, it is the main medicine of refining Yan Dan.

And beside her stood a teenage girl, wearing a small red flower on her head, her clothes seemed to be woven from green leaves, and there was also a small red flower on her forehead at the corner of her eyes, and the whole person looked extraordinarily clear.

On the ground, there was a man in a black robe kneeling on the ground, his head resting tightly on the ground, his whole body trembling, he was Huai Mei.

"Huai Mei, you have made a great contribution, I want to reward you."

"Niangniang spares her life, Niangniang spares her life, the little one will never dare anymore."

"Oh, don't dare, don't dare anything."

"Niangniang spare her life, Niangniang spare her life, the little one doesn't dare anymore, don't dare......" He didn't say he didn't dare to do anything, just kowtowed.

"Hmph, don't dare anymore, I think you're very bold." She seemed to say casually, but suddenly waved her hand, and the ground in the cave suddenly cracked silently, and the crack was just at the foot of Huai Mei, and a cold and gloomy wind swept out, and the dark and bottomless abyss was bottomless, and there were bursts of mournful wails faintly from the abyss.

Huai Mei's face changed greatly, her heart was horrified, and without saying a word, she rolled into a cloud of smoke and fled out of the cave, and the cold wind in the abyss rolled up, and those black smoke were instantly engulfed, and the cracks closed.

"Ah...... Niangniang, spare your life, ......" It was the god of Cuiping Mountain who answered him and snorted coldly.

"Eat something inside and out."

Cuiping Mountain God said lightly, and gently bit a pure heart red face fruit. It's like doing a little thing, and then he said: "That Chen Jing actually survived, it's really good." ”

The little girl wearing saffron next to her also chuckled and said: "The incense he has there now is prosperous, but I'm afraid that it will take a long time, and the first incense god in Junling Town is him." ”

The god of Cuiping Mountain just leaned on the jasper throne, leisurely eating the pure heart red face fruit, and didn't know what he was thinking.

In the embroidered spring bend, Chen Jing's body is like a rock, but his mind is tied to the sword body. With the sword as the body, the sword body of the Shennian Ditch refines the murderous aura in the black stone.

It's just that every day, he has to pull out the sword, brush the sword with his hand, watch the sword quietly, and look at the sword with his heart, this is to raise the sword with qi, if not, a trace of murderous aura on each beam on the sword will be separated from the sword itself, so every day still to be nourished by his own spiritual temperature.

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed since the ebb and flow of the tide.

It was the first day of the month, and the earth was dark, and the stars were hidden in the dark clouds. Looking up, I can't see the sky, but I can feel a depression, the wind and rain are coming, and people are already asleep. Suddenly, the wind started, and at first it was just a breeze, but in the blink of an eye, it had turned into a violent wind. A muffled thunderclap woke up many people in their dreams. Above the Nine Heavens, a dazzling thunderbolt pierced the pitch-black sky like a sharp sword, piercing straight to the earth.

The rain poured down and hung down between the heavens and the earth like a curtain of beads.

Looking down from the sky, this thunder light disappeared silently after falling on the earth, like a sword falling into the water, without even raising a wave. Ordinary people in the world naturally think that this is just a relatively large wind and rain, and thunder is really normal, but those who have cultivated to a certain level within dozens of miles of Junling Town know that this is a spiritual thing to cross the thunder tribulation.

Another thunderbolt fell from the sky, and the thunder light was bright everywhere. Under the thunder, a pitch-black house appeared, which was the ancestral hall in front of the river. On the roof of the ancestral hall in front of the river, a woman who looked extremely weak looked up at the falling thunder and lightning, and her already bloodless face seemed to become whiter and whiter. A black mist appeared above her head, and an uncondensed spirit card loomed in the black mist.

This is her third thunder tribulation, so this time three thunderbolts will fall, once every ten years, until she is yin and yang, and achieves ghosts and immortals, otherwise, this thunder tribulation will be heavier and heavier every time, and it will never stop.

Thunder fell, ********, the ethereal spirit couldn't hear any thunder in his ears, and there was only the thunder light that pierced down like a sharp sword in his eyes, brilliant and brilliant.

The spirit card in the black mist rushed up to block the thunder and lightning, but the electric light spread down. Like a wave of water dripping on a stone, it flows down. The electric sparks spread on the ethereal spirit, and I saw her trembling all over, but she didn't move, letting the electric sparks water down like water.

The thunder and lightning fell fast and went quickly, but this moment made her body look much more illusory. The black clouds in the sky did not disperse, and there were electric sparks, and after a while, another dazzling thunder struck down.

The ethereal spirit suddenly jumped up, turned into a cloud of black smoke and merged into the spirit card,

"Smack, boom......"

The thunder light exploded through the dark night void, the black smoke was only slightly resisted for a moment under the thunder light and then suddenly exploded, the thunder disappeared, the heaven and the earth returned to darkness, the five fingers were not visible, the wind and rain gradually subsided, the ancestral hall in front of the river was still quiet, if there was a person with good eyesight, he would definitely be able to see a faint smoke gathering in the sky above the ancestral hall, first a wisp, like life in the void in general, every twist, the smoke was thicker. The black smoke seems to be born out of thin air, and after a while, the black smoke has gathered into a ball, the black smoke flips, condensed into a black spirit tablet, the spirit tablet trembles in the void, and a clear light descends, and a young girl appears in the clear light, the black skirt mops the floor, and the black hair is scattered around the waist, like a night elf, but there is no demonic state, which is the void spirit that Chen Jing called the ancestor of the river at the beginning.

She looked up at the dark clouds that had dispersed, and the corners of her mouth were raised, and she seemed extremely happy.

However, at this moment, a white circle of light suddenly became under the hood, she was horrified, her body was weak, and she wanted to turn into black smoke and escape into the ancestral hall in front of the river but it was too late, the white light flashed and hidden, and when she reappeared, the woman was already covered in it, and the white light imprisoned her like a rope.

She was shocked in her heart, but the spiritual power in her body was like a pool of stagnant water at this moment, and she couldn't adjust it at all.

The void surged like the surface of the water, and a person stepped out of the void, silently, looking young and handsome, with a dark robe, and a confident expression, but his eyes always gave people a gloomy feeling, but it was Qin Hu, the land god of South Vietnam.

"There is a shortage of spirit servants in this land, and you are just right."