Chen Jing naturally didn't know what someone was going to do to him, and even if he knew, he couldn't do anything, so the only thing he could do now was to practice, and only the improvement of his mana and supernatural powers could allow him to gain a foothold in heaven and earth.

The Evil Dragon Gorge is inaccessible, and Chen Jing sits on the top of the waterfall in the uppermost reaches of the Evil Dragon Gorge both day and night. At this time, even if someone came here, they would not see Chen Jing sitting there. Because he was covered with a layer of mist, so that ordinary people could not see his true body at all.

Chen Jing didn't know what the three hundred and sixty-five righteous gods in the sky were, but he only knew that he was just one of the countless little hairy gods on the earth.

He didn't know how long his god could exist, and whether he would eventually turn into nothingness and disappear in the Jing River, but he clearly knew that he couldn't get rid of it now. Even if the divine throne is passed on to others, he will be scattered.

Chen Jing was reciting the "Jinghe Sacrifice Mantra", and no sound sounded out. However, the big red shrimp and a shell in the embroidered spring bend can be sensitive, like a spring breeze blowing through the body and mind, as if it can blow into the soul and soothe the irritable heart.

Jin Wuxi fell, the sky was full of stars, a Milky Way stretched across the sky, and countless stars bloomed with blurry light. Starlight sprinkled on the earth, swallowed by the spiritual veins of the earth, or guided into the body by the mountain demons to refine into its own mana.

Under the same starry sky, gods, spirits, demons, charms, spirits, monsters, and people live together, for thousands of years, they have been as safe as the Milky Way, and although there are cultivators in the world who have not heard of anyone having immortality, there will be some brilliant characters like stars every hundred and ten years, piercing the night sky, dazzling.

Yan Luoniang hadn't seen the river god who had been saved by herself and her father for a long time, when looking up at the starry sky, she would always think of Chen Jing lying in the river temple, in her opinion, only Chen Jing at that time was real, not as mysterious and distant as now.

When Chen Jing fought with the evil Jiao that day, she also stood in the crowd, but at that time she was still a tied person, and the adults in the village were going to sacrifice her when Chen Jing lost, but later the situation changed, and everyone was still willing to pray and cheer for the river god. When she heard Chen Jing ask if she wanted to kill the demons, she shouted loudly in her heart, but for some reason she couldn't make a sound in her mouth. Later, in retrospect, I would always laugh at myself for being so cowardly, and I would be so frightened that I couldn't speak.

She didn't know that after Chen Jing's questioning, it was difficult for ordinary people to speak when they first answered. And Mr. Meng and the Taoist on the street in that school are not ordinary people, one belongs to the children of Confucianism, and he has the spirit of Haoran, so he can answer, and the Taoist priest is a Taoist lineage, so he naturally has his mysteries. However, in the final analysis, as long as the heart is clear, the brave and bloody person can also answer. At that time, none of the hundreds of people on the embankment answered, because they were not bold enough and their hearts were not strong, and even if they wanted to, they could not speak.

"It turns out that the world is so exciting, do I have to marry a woman, have children, and work an ordinary life?" Yan Luoniang looked at the endless night sky, but her mind was swimming under the dark clouds, lightning and thunder sky, and she was swimming in the scene of Chen Jingyi slashing the snake Jiao.

"If one day I can also chase the stars, step on the clouds and the moon, how good it would be to travel the world." She was lying on the windowsill, looking up at the starry sky, and such a thought suddenly appeared in her heart, and when she came to her senses, she muttered to herself: "If I can really do that, I would rather exchange my life for a year of freedom." ”

The night worm hissed in her throat, and from the hissing sound came someone to say to her father: "After three days, shower and change clothes, prepare incense paper, and sacrifice to the river god." ”

The sound was far away, like a hallucination, she seemed to hear the sound of the surging river in her ears, and seemed to see the fog on the river, and a man wearing the cloth he gave was stepping on the fog and chasing the waves, swinging his sword to slash the demon.

The autumn is high and cool, the sky is high and the clouds are white, the river breeze is moist, and the river waves flow quietly in the embroidered spring. But outside the embroidered spring bend, the vitality of heaven and earth is like a surge, and the gods, ghosts, ghosts, and demons within a thousand miles gather.

The sky was cloudy, and clouds gathered in all directions.

On top of a lonely cliff stood two people, a man with white hair and black robes, with an old face, a slender body, and an indifferent expression. The other is a woman, dressed in white, with black hair pulled up, obliquely inserted in a purple hairpin, with a tranquil expression and pure eyes, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world.

Around the lonely cliff where the two of them were standing, there were dozens of people far or near, some on the top of the mountain miles away, some in the near void, and some on the clouds in the sky.

Some people hold the Xuanyin in their hands, some hold jade and white dust, there are also those who carry swords, and there are even people who have nothing in their hands and are like an abyss. They all looked at the two people on the mountain with a focused expression, some of them were demonic, some were fairy, and some were yin and cold.

They gathered around a man and a woman on the lonely cliff without speaking, and their expressions were cautious.

The sky is cloudy, the wind rises, and the clouds surge.

The black clouds gathered, and the heaven and earth suddenly darkened, and the only sound of the whistling wind and the flickering electric sparks in the black clouds between the quiet heaven and earth was the same.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt broke through the clouds.

The thunder shines brightly, illuminating the heavens and the earth.

At the moment when the thunder flashed, the two people on the lonely cliff rose into the air one after another, as if to meet the thunder and lightning that fell from the sky.

People move in all directions, like moths and butterflies chasing light, braving the wind and rain and taking off.

In front of the Xiuchun Bend River Temple, the wind and clouds are quiet.

Hundreds of people gathered in front of the river temple, which was the most solemn sacrifice since Chen Jing became a river god. Chen Jing naturally sensed that he did not show up, he was still sitting on the waterfall, his body was like a rock, but his heart moved with the flowing water, and his mind melted into the river waves.

Zhu Li Wizard stood in front of everyone, holding a sword covered with strange rune paper and turning back and forth, and his mouth was full of words. The sword in his hand is constantly changing his posture, if someone understands the arrangement of the stars in the sky, he will find that every step he takes is in response to the stars, and the sword in his hand also refers to the stars and stars.

In the land temple twenty miles away, there was a temple above Qin Hu's head, and the image of a temple clearly appeared. A faint light hung down, making Qin Hu sitting on the altar even more mysterious.

There was nothing in front of him, but he saw a little stroke, a strange word in his mouth, and a little white light overflowed from his fingertips and disappeared without a trace, as if he had penetrated the endless void to some foreign land.

The three birds and six animals in front of the river temple were driven into the river, and the people in the village in front of the river watched happily, and when they saw the three birds and six animals sinking into the water, they cheered one by one. Zhu Li still watched calmly, and the soul Gu was naturally sacrificed into the river together.

The soul Gu that has been sacrificed by the incense power can hide the perception of the river god, blend into the river, and enter the soul of Chen Jing along with the incense qi, and it can't get rid of it until death, this is the terrible thing about the soul Gu, the middle one is difficult to get rid of, and it is impossible to prevent it. He looked back at the statue of the god in the river temple, and he didn't know if it was because he had done something bad in his heart or what, but he felt that the statue of the river god had sharp eyes, as if he could see the depths of people's hearts and see through everything in front of him.

He immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at it again, his back was cold, and he had already broken out in a cold sweat.

In the Land Temple, Qin Hu was a little empty, and the white light from his fingertips came out, and he shouted softly: "Break." ”

The void exploded, and there was also a river shadow in the broken void, the river shadow was surging, and there was a transparent insect in the water waves, and between the water waves, the small insect seemed to be not moving, but in fact, it traveled with the waves for several feet.

Thousands of years ago, there were countless immortal people in heaven and earth, but overnight even those famous golden immortals disappeared without a trace, even if there are still people in the immortal path in the world, they are aging day by day, and after hundreds of years, there are no more immortal people.

After so many years, although no one has become an immortal again, the spells are becoming more and more subtle, and it is not difficult to control the clouds.

Cuiping Mountain stretches for hundreds of miles, within a radius of thousands of miles, there are many people who have heard of the god of Cuiping Mountain, but few have seen it. At this time, on the highest peak in the Cuiping Mountain Range, there were two women standing quietly in the wind and clouds. One of them had hair almost hanging down to the ground, fluttering in the wind, a small red flower on the top of his head, and he was dressed like a dress made of green leaves, and he was about thirteen or fourteen years old. The other is a pink skirt mopping the floor, and her black hair is coiled like a cloud of sideburns, like a peony blooming on the top of the green mountain, lazy and noble.

They looked up at the sky, dozens of miles away there was a lot of wind and rain, black clouds rolling, lightning and thunder.

In the midst of the wind and lightning, an old man with white hair and a black robe and a woman with black hair and white clothes were being besieged from all directions.

"Niangniang, are we going to cut those two off?" The girl with a small red flower on her head and black hair drooping on the ground asked, her voice ethereal, as pure and quiet as a mountain spring.

The woman who was shouted that her mother was like a peony flower, both her posture and her eyes were lazy, but there was a kind of nobility in that laziness that people did not dare to face. I only heard her say casually: "Interception? Why did I intercept them? ”

"I heard that they know the secret of this immortal path for more than a thousand years."

"So what, what does it have to do with me?" The peony-like lady said casually, her voice was soft, and there seemed to be a sweet fragrance floating where the sound passed.

The woman with black hair hanging down and a petite and ethereal figure like a fairy among flowers didn't say anything anymore, in her heart Niangniang was like this, as long as no one came to the door, she wouldn't pay attention to it at all, and always stayed in the mountains and slept all year round. This time she took the initiative to come here to watch them fight, and she thought that her mother wanted to intercept the two of them.

"Well, it seems that the little river god who embroidered the spring bend is also Qianluo Mountain, right?"

"Yes, Niangniang, he is now the river god of the three sections of Xiuchun Bend, Turbulent Slope, and Evil Dragon Gorge." The ethereal woman reminded her that she was afraid that her mother had forgotten again.

"Oh, yes, it's already the river god of the three river domains, and I fought with that Qin Hu a few days ago, and that sword technique has a bit of brilliance."

She paused, looked at the black clouds that were originally dozens of miles away and were getting closer and closer, and then said: "That white-haired and black-robed old man is Jiang Liuyun, the head of Qianluomen, it is said that he killed his senior brother to become the head, and the woman with him is Ye Qingxue, the personal disciple of the previous head of Qianluomen, who cultivates the Jiuxiao Divine Thunder Technique, and now it seems that in addition to the slightly weaker mana, the application of the Jiuxiao Divine Thunder has reached an extremely high level, and this Tianzi is really rare." ”