A river wave was born with the sword, holding Ye Qingxue, who was dressed in white, and a sword was protecting her in front of her.

The air mass formed by the previous battle had been shattered by the sword, and even mortals could see the scene in the sky at this time.

Chen Jing stood on the surface of the river, took a deep breath, and the spiritual energy in the river poured into his mouth, swallowed the dantian, and turned into the talisman.

Then a spell sounded, the sound was jerky and indistinct, but it had the potential of a surging river. In an instant, the sword rose to the sky in the sound, and the murderous aura soared into the sky, bringing up a river shadow, soaring into the air like a water dragon. The sword was like a dragon's roar, a magnificent murderous aura that swept all things in heaven and earth rose with the sword, and where the sword light passed, the remaining black clouds, the overwhelming flames, the fragments of dead leaves that could devour the aura of all things like dust, and the evil ghost and the general with the ghost's head knife were swept away in an instant.

When Ye Qingxue landed on the surface of the river, four people appeared in the sky, all of them with shocked faces. Chen Jingjian has been returned to the sheath, standing quietly on the waves of the river, looking up at the sky, the green robe fluttering.

"Who are you?" The Taoist priest with a withered leaf in his hand asked.

"I'm the river god here."

"Since you are a god, why do you meddle in the affairs of the immortal path?"

"She's my senior sister."

The faces of the four changed slightly, each thoughtful.

"Are you a disciple of the Thousand Lormen?"

"Thanks to the feast of your extermination, I escaped with my life and lived here."

"Now that you have entered the Divine Dao, you are no longer a person in the Immortal Dao, and you can no longer care about the affairs of the Immortal Dao."

"I don't care about the Immortal Dao Divine Dao, I only know that if my senior sister dies today, the ends of the earth will kill you completely."

"Arrogance!"

"It's not as good as you destroying people, my three thousand disciples died at your hands, who is arrogant?"

"That's Jiang Liuyun's own fault."

"Hehe, why don't you go and chase Jiang Liuyun and gather here to take the lives of my senior sister and brother?"

These four people are not simple people, if they are placed in front of Chen Jing, no matter which one of them can easily take his life. And now he is the god of the river, and the power of the three river regions is so that the four of them dare not move.

The eyes of the four narrowed, the void condensed, the air temperature dropped sharply, Chen Jing stood quietly, the sword hung at his waist, and his eyes were sharp.

The difference between practicing the immortal path and the divine way is here, the cultivators take the vitality of heaven and earth for their own use, and cultivate a body of magical powers and spells to obtain the world, while the gods are limited by geography, and the gods are very powerful only when they are in their own region, unless those heavenly gods are right.

"Groaning ......"

In the sheath of the sword, the killing intent is like ice.

The faces of the four of them changed, and they naturally knew that this was the sword refining person who had reached the realm of sword heart penetration, and when the sword heart was connected, and when the killing intent was born, the sword resonated with itself. The four of them glanced at each other, and they all saw the surprise and retreat in each other's eyes, maybe one of them wanted to retreat in his heart, so he saw the retreat in the eyes of others, when a Taoist wearing a blue Taoist robe embroidered with a flame turned around and chased in the direction where Jiang Liuyun was leaving, the other three each glanced at Chen Jing, and then quickly stepped away.

Chen Jing watched a few people leave, turned around and looked at Ye Qingxue again, she had already woken up and didn't seem to be injured.

She was also looking at Chen Jing, her curved eyebrows were a little thin, her eyes were clear and bright, her face was a little pale, even her lips were white and bloodless, but the whole person looked extraordinarily pure.

She pursed her lips and smiled silently, but there was surprise in her eyes.

"It's good that my junior brother is still alive." This familiar title and voice made Chen Jing feel like a world away

"Yes, senior sister, I'm still alive." Chen Jing replied with the same smile.

"You've become a river god?" Ye Qingxue looked Chen Jing up and down, as if she wanted to see where Chen Jing had changed. "Yes, senior sister, I am the river god now."

"That's really good, you are sacrificing a sword, and if you become a god, you will have more time to sacrifice the sword, and you will not miss the practice, which is just the right fit." She spoke with joy and a smile when she spoke, and Chen Jing could feel that she was really happy for herself.

But Chen Jing shook his head and didn't answer, but said, "Senior sister, you can practice here, and I will build a cave for you." ”

Ye Qingxue shook her head and said with a smile: "No, I'll leave immediately." ”

"Where are you going?"

"Uncle Master is still being hunted down."

"Whatever he does, he's not a good thing."

Ye Qingxue didn't make a sound, but turned her head away.

"Senior sister, everyone said that the head of the family killed the master, do you believe it?" Chen Jing asked cautiously.

"Don't say that, and don't believe it." Ye Qingxue raised her head and said, this was the only time Chen Jing had seen her a little angry, so he didn't say anything more.

"I'm leaving, it's a good thing that you have a tough personality, but the edges and corners are too clear, now that you're alone, you have to cultivate your mind and temperament, don't fight with others casually...... I'm leaving...... Don't fight with others casually, and practice with peace of mind. After she finished speaking, she took off and left, and before Chen Jing could say anything, she had already escaped with the thunder escape technique.

Ye Qingxue was not seriously injured, it was just that the mana was exhausted, the god of Cuiping Mountain could borrow a mountain of mana from others, Chen Jing thought that he could not lend mana now, but he could use the spiritual power of the river region to help people recover mana and help people heal.

The god of the river is equivalent to that of the mountain god, and Chen Jing still feels unfathomable when he thinks of the methods of the mountain god of Cuiping.

He looked up at Ye Qingxue, who was leaving in a hurry, and suddenly frowned, and a heart-piercing pain struck. I saw him falling straight into the river from a distance, and Ye Qingxue's fading figure was still reflected in his eyes.

The river was submerged, Chen Jing sank into the water, and the pen really sank. A huge red shrimp and a mossy shell appeared beneath him, carrying Chen Jing into the cave, and they couldn't feel anything wrong with Chen Jing. I had to put Chen Jing there and take care of it carefully.

Tingling, bursts of pain. There is no way to resist it, because it comes from the soul.

In his divine soul, there was a snow-white insect biting the riverbed of the talisman one by one, and Chen Jing could only watch with his head open, unable to do anything. Every time the worm bites, it hurts and grows.

The talisman had already merged with Chen Jing's soul, and every bite was on his soul, and the pain in his heart made him almost crazy. He couldn't crush it, because the worm was already somewhere between the visible and the invisible, and it was fused with the aura and with the soul......

Chen Jing didn't know where this insect came from, and now he just wanted to expel it wholeheartedly. He knew that he had fallen for the plot, and he had to kill this insect as soon as possible, otherwise, his soul would be devoured and his body would become a tool for others.

The riverbed suddenly shattered and turned into white smoke. The growing insect seemed to know what Chen Jing was going to do, and with a slight twist of its body, it was already in the smoke. Rushing left and right, the smoke is difficult to condense.

After a few times, a loud shout suddenly appeared, and a phantom appeared.

The phantom opened its mouth and inhaled, and all the smoke in the sky was sucked into the phantom's mouth. The phantom suddenly became clear, it was Chen Jing, Tsing Yi, cold-eyed, holding a sword-shaped white light, murderous and awe-inspiring.

His mind was formed, and he opened his mouth to ask, "Are you Qin Hu?" ”

The worm didn't answer, and he swung his sword and stabbed.

At this moment, the insect suddenly chirped, Chen Jing's heart trembled, his spirit was fascinated, and he felt like he was being hit hard in the back of his head. Immediately after that, the Gu worm screamed again, Chen Jing only felt that it was turned into Shu Ma by a heavy blow, and Shu Ma spread to the whole body, extremely comfortable, the whole person seemed to be floating in the air, and there was a sea of flowers in front of him, and there was no end in sight.

In a trance, Chen Jing had the illusion that this was the real world, the place where he grew up. He denied it to himself, telling himself that it was a hallucination, that he was deluded, but despite this admonition to himself, his thoughts became more and more confused.

The fragrance of flowers bursts, countless colorful butterflies are flying in the flowers, the eyes rotate with these butterflies, and the heart also floats up, from the time when the flowers are blooming to the flowers withering, season after season of flowers blooming and thanking, I don't know how long it took, Chen Jing was lost, he felt that he had become a flower, a butterfly.

Flowers bloom and fall in that unclear fantasy space, and the real world is already winter.

The sky was gray, and the banks of the river were still green when Ye Qingxue left Xiuchun Bend, but now they have turned gray.

The gloomy sky seemed to be about to snow, and it was time for snow.

One, two, three......

The snowflakes fluttered one after another, falling lightly and quietly, falling into the Jing River, melting and disappearing.

The banks of the river slowly turned white, the surface of the river began to freeze, and the sky and the earth were white.

The incense in the river temple is still not broken, and from time to time someone comes to offer incense. Yan Luoniang always came to the River Temple, and she came more often since winter. Every time I came, I sat on the threshold and looked at the river.

Suddenly, one day, when Yan Luoniang came to the River Temple again, she saw a woman, a middle-aged woman who didn't seem to be stained with smoke, wearing a moon-white robe, her hair was coiled into a bun, and there was no other ornament.

"Who are you?" Yan Luoniang asked suspiciously, she was not afraid, because this was the River Temple, and in her heart, this River Temple was the safest place.

The other party didn't answer, but just smiled and said: "The seam is fate, and the poor Dao wants to accept you as an apprentice, are you willing?" ”

Yan Luoniang has not seen any cultivators, but she is not a stranger, the old people in the village often tell some legends, and even the river god slaying demons have seen it with their own eyes. He immediately asked, "Okay, but what can you teach me?" ”

"Hehe, then you have a good look." After saying that, he stretched out his hand to the sky outside the temple and shouted, "Come... Come... Come ......"

Yan Luoniang's eyes widened, and she watched a cloud in the sky slowly fall, like a kite being pulled down by the owner. At first, it was not obvious, until the cloud became bigger and bigger in Yan Luoniang's eyes, and finally enveloped the river temple, and she heard her read: "Collect!" The cloud had turned into a mass of flowers, which she held in the palm of her hand.

"Look, this ability can be your master?" The middle-aged female Taoist asked.

Yan Luoniang glanced back at the statue of the river god and said: "This ability is nothing, our embroidered spring bend river god can kill demons and demons, and the magic power is vast, can you compare?" ”

"Hehe, the world is vast, the magic is endless, I won't if he will, he won't, he won't be, how can this be compared. If you practice only for the sake of fighting the Fa than supernatural powers, what is the difference between being brave and ruthless with ordinary people? ”

Yan Luoniang blinked and looked at her, as if she understood or not, but in her heart she felt that she said it very well, like a master.

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