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All this was only a matter of a moment, and Changmei and Mu Zhen felt a flaw and burst into the temple. Until Changmei was blocked by the little white dragon's green bricks, followed by an overwhelming wave of fire.

As soon as he entered this river temple, both Changmei and Mu Zhen felt heavy pressure, and there was only a surging mist in front of them, the mist was like a wave, and it was like an endless sword wire lingering and surging. Fortunately, the sword in Changmei's hand could cut everything, and when the purple and green swords passed, a passage was immediately forced in front of him. Before the blue brick smashed the double sword, he only felt the danger, but once he entered this temple, it was dangerous everywhere, so the green brick really smashed between the two swords.

Although the bricks were finally cut by his efforts, his sharp and unparalleled progress was also blocked, followed by an overwhelming wave of fire. This time he felt a strong danger again, and this danger went straight to the soul.

He was frightened, but he did not retreat at all, but rushed straight into the waves of fire, with the sword in front of him. Mana frantically poured into the sword, two blue and purple lights intertwined to protect him in it, the flames really couldn't get close, but he himself was uncomfortable, because he couldn't fully master the double sword now, he could only master the single sword, this time the double sword was also a last resort, he thought in his heart that he could quickly break the temple with the double sword, and break the idol. But he overestimated himself, and in his heart at this moment, he remembered Lichen's words of 'sword seven points and three points for people', he didn't pay attention to it at all, and now he found out that it was useless to have a peerless spirit treasure, and the power of the spirit treasure was not something that anyone could control, how could a person with three points master a seven-point sword.

This was just a moment of lightning, and the twin swords in his hands frantically absorbed the mana in his body, and the blue and purple light were intertwined, giving people a feeling of heart palpitations, as if they were not two swords, but two fierce beasts.

The sea of fire drowned him, but Changmei didn't feel the heat, but felt the heavy pressure, as if there was a gravity of 10,000 catties on his body. He knew that it was the river god's driving force, and the spiritual power was going to wear him down. For him, no matter what spells and magic weapons are pale and powerless in front of his two swords, his only weakness is the lack of mana, which is even worse than Chen Jing, who can drive the spiritual power of Jinghe, not to mention that he is in the temple at this time, not only can he not communicate with the spiritual power of heaven and earth, but also consume his own spiritual power to resist this endless pressure.

The pressure is like a mountain, not from one side, but from all directions, like river waves, without a fixed momentum, wave after wave, endless.

He still moved forward with his twin swords, but he was moving very slowly, and his steps were very small, and his walk was very difficult, as if he was walking underground, and he was using the sword in his hand to cut a passage.

At this moment, a butterfly flew down from the statue, flying lightly and flutteringly, but Changmei felt the pressure increase suddenly, and his steps immediately stopped. He stopped, but the butterfly did not stop, but fell towards the long eyebrows as if it were flying among the flowers, and fell on the light shield of the two swords like a flower.

And this is also the moment when the crow falls towards the idol, and it is clear that the lifeless crow is grasping this moment, even if the butterfly wants to stop it, it is too late. But the butterfly did not block it at all, it still had the same speed, elegant and light, but it seemed to concentrate the spiritual power of the entire river basin on this fall.

The crow fell, clawing at the idol's celestial spirit cover, but suddenly flew up with a frightened scream.

Changmei didn't move, he was like he didn't see a butterfly, but he didn't retreat either. Blood was already spilling from the corners of his mouth, and his strong personality supported him from retreating. He couldn't see the butterfly, but he could feel it, so he wanted to break through this danger with the purple and green swords at this moment, and hoped to break through this pressure and kill Chen Jing back. He had confidence in the sword in his hand.

The butterfly fell, lightly falling on the light of the purple and blue swords, and the moment the butterfly fell, he saw it clearly. The sword shook and slashed towards the butterfly, however, this was only what he thought in his heart, because the moment the butterfly fell, the surging spiritual power pressed against him like a mountain from the sky, almost making him unable to even hold the sword, and his body fell to the ground almost without resistance. A mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out, and the blood sprayed on the sword.

The sword light surged again, and the pressure on his body decreased slightly, knowing that if he didn't leave at this time, he would die here. Rushing up with all his might, he poured into the sword with all his mana, and the double swords flew over, cutting through the pressure restraints around his body. The blue and purple swords seemed to be infected by his fighting breath, and the light rose into the sky, lifting off the roof of the temple.

The people who were watching outside saw the crow rushing into the temple, and after a while, they heard the crow scream and rushed out, and the cry was harsh, but the horror could be heard in the sound. I saw that the crow that had rushed into the river mist like lightning before rushed out at a faster speed, and then dispersed into black smoke and disappeared with the wind. At the moment when the black crow rushed out, the white mist surged, followed by two illusory dragons, one blue and one purple, rushed up, and the light was collected in the sky and clouds, revealing long eyebrows holding double swords, and the corners of their mouths were bloody.

There was a red glow in the sky, Mu Zhen was dressed in a gray monk's robe and flew up, and below them was the roof tiles of the temple that flew in the sky, and there was a sword light in the sky, and the brilliance was soaring to the sky, and the murderous aura was rolling.

The white mist over the river temple was washed away, revealing the river temple that had no roof, only to see a statue of a god standing in the middle of the river temple, a woman in front of the statue holding a green lamp, looking up at the sky, the white fog was still shrouded, and nothing else could be seen.

In the sky, the long eyebrows were covered with hair, and there was a bloody wound on the chest. And Mu Zhen stood in the sky, his eyes closed, blood flowing from his forehead and eyes to his chin, and there were only three black Buddha beads left in his hand.

The crowd was amazed, wondering what they had been through.

A Jing River, the fairy gods gather.

Two hundred and thirty miles of fog shrouded in a place, a roll of black wind is like a pillar, connected with nine days of white clouds on the top, and mountains and rivers below. This is exactly what Lichen has transformed because of the Immortal Sword Technique.

Suddenly, the black wind dissipated and turned into a violent wind, and a streamer of light in the wind went straight up to the nine heavens and fell into the hands of a woman in a green robe. I saw her lightly clipping a handleless sword blade between her two fingers, and the blade was like silver frost. In the other hand, he held a wine gourd, tilted his neck and took a sip, his eyes were no longer looking at people while drinking as before, but his eyes were slightly closed, and his eyelashes appeared exceptionally clear on his frost-like face.

And the white rock in the wind has disappeared without a trace, as if it never existed there at all. Lichen obviously collected his sword after Bai Yan left, but most of them didn't see when Bai Yan left.

There was no sign of the end of the chaotic battle, and Changmei walked away with a double sword cloak on his back with a wound from his shoulder to his waist, and when he tried his best to break through the roof of the temple that had already broken a corner, he was injured by Chen Jing.

Mu Zhen's eyes were closed, and the hand holding the Buddha bead in his right hand was still trembling, although all three eyes were bloody, he still faced the river temple, as if he could see movement in the white mist. Only a handful of people noticed that his hand, which was still spinning the beads, was trembling slightly.

When his hands stopped trembling, he also turned around slowly, his body like dust, which had already dissipated into the void between turns.

The white mist regathered, flooding the river temple in the blink of an eye.

The scholar and Mo who had been standing in front of the river temple walked towards the river temple, and Mo followed closely, and the river turned clear in his pupils, like a clear spring of water. But the white mist opened a passage in front of them, leading to the river temple. Ah Mo didn't know the origin of this uncle, only that it was brought back by the young lady from outside, all along, he felt that this uncle was not worthy of his young lady at all, and now seeing him standing among the piles of corpses, he had no fear at all, and felt that as a mortal, his courage was still good. The people of the entire Qingqiu Mountain knew that Fifth Miss had married a mortal, a mortal who did not have the slightest mana. At this time, this mortal saw so many monks fighting, life and death in the blink of an eye, and blood flowed like a river, and he didn't have a trace of fear, which made Ah Mo's perception of him change a little.

Walking towards the River Temple step by step, he didn't encounter any obstacles, he was still very jealous of Chen Jing's sword Ah Mo, and now he was not alone, but he came here to protect this uncle who didn't have the slightest mana.

Entering the River Temple, Ah Mo's eyes were looking at the phantom layers of mist and red glow, and he tried his best to only see a light chasing in front of him, and there seemed to be a murderous aura on the left and right, but there was no one in front of him. The scholar didn't stop at all, and walked straight over, straight into the phantom layers of clouds and mist. He was startled and quickly followed, only to find that the mist was like an invisible rope, trapping him firmly. I saw that his body twisted, his body was virtual, and then turned into substance, but the restraint was no longer there.

But just as he had just taken a step, the sense of restraint returned. His body immediately blurred, and then turned solid. In the middle of his life, all the restraints on his body will be removed. So he stopped step by step in this cloud, his body was like a candle in the wind, shaking, as if he could disappear and disillusion at any time.

When he finally came to his uncle, he saw his uncle holding a jar of wine in his hand, placed on the table in front of the statue, and heard him say, "A momentary mistake should not be repaid by the lives of several people." Hatred should not be melted with blood, the dead are gone, the living still live, I hope you don't fall into the devil because of the blood debt on your body, my uncle died from the Revenant Nightmare Curse, and the Revenant Nightmare Curse will definitely be killed by you, isn't it? ”

Ah Mo looked at his uncle with some incredulity, in Qingqiu Mountain, this uncle doesn't talk much, but he is the same to everyone, whether it is a subordinate or a son, this is also the reason why Ah Mo thinks that he is not worthy of Miss, but he still maintains a certain amount of respect. Now he suddenly found that he had never really known him at all, before he came, he knew that his uncle had a blood feud with this river god, and what he said at this time reflected a kind of magnanimity, which is not something that ordinary people can have.