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The Lost Sky Sword Butterfly flashed and sank into the body of the stone statue, appearing in the dantian.

In Chen Jing's own perception, this Lost Sky Butterfly became more and more mysterious. This mystery comes from the Huang Ting scriptures engraved on the butterfly's wings, after such a long time of melting, the Lost Sky Sword Butterfly has finally undergone a magical change, and what it will eventually change into, Chen Jing himself is not sure. What made Chen Jing feel most incredible was that that page of the Huang Ting scriptures seemed to have given birth to wisps of Dao meaning in his heart, just like wisps of clouds slowly appearing in the originally unobstructed sky.

Chen Jing felt the sword butterfly and the Siyu Divine Monument in his body in his heart.

Whenever a person is trapped in a realm, he can seek liberation from the outside, and when he can't find it from the outside, he can only look inside. The walls were so cold, I hugged my shoulders and protected the warmth in my chest.

When Chen Jing couldn't find a way out of the prison dragon well, the only thing he could do was to seek inner change and ascension within himself.

The Dragon King is not in a hurry, he has been waiting for so many years, how can he not wait for such a little time, the imprisoned dragon well already has the ability to refine the creatures in the well, but it is very slow, and this slowness is as irreversible as time, although it is slow, it has never stopped. He knew that Chen Jing would one day be wiped out in this well, and before he was wiped out, it was time for him to make a move. The only thing he had to do was speed up the process.

Time is passing, and the heavens and the earth are changing.

Chen Jing experienced his own changes in the well, the Huang Ting scriptures on the Lost Sky Butterfly were mysterious and ethereal, but the Si Yu God Monument was real, and he sensed a heavy mountain of spiritual power from the Si Yu God Tablet. In the middle of his back, it was like pressing a big snowy mountain, and under the snowy mountain, there was a small river flowing down his back.

Compared with the Jinghe Divine Monument, although this Si Rain Divine Monument was in his body, he felt unfamiliar.

I don't know how long the time outside the well has passed, and he suddenly has a touch in his heart.

The divine power that could see through the yin and yang of the void came out of his heart, and a picture immediately appeared in his eyes. I saw that in front of the river temple in Xiuchun Bay, a group of people were watching the big red shrimp in front of the river temple. Over the years, some of the people who witnessed the demon slaying on Xiuchun Bay have died, some are old, and some are in the prime of life. They all knew the big red shrimp and knew that it was the demon spirit next to the river god.

They don't understand why the big red shrimp is hanging here, they don't know if this is done by the river god, if so, then the big red shrimp is guilty of a crime, if not, then the river god is also in trouble. So no one dared to touch it for a while.

After a long time, an old man came and asked a few young men to untie the big red shrimp, but the black chain could not be untied from the tree, and finally he had no choice but to cut off the branch.

Chen Jing suddenly heard the old man's voice at this time: "He is the demon spirit under the throne of the river god, and he killed the enemy with the river god in that great battle more than thirty years ago, and he should be worshiped by us." At this point, he turned his head to the river temple and said, "The river god will not blame us. ”

Speaking of this, he looked at the river temple for a long time, and suddenly said loudly: "Prepare three birds and six animals, and tell everyone to come to the river temple tomorrow and sacrifice to the river god." Then they sent people to the nearby villages and towns to spread the message. In Chen Jing's ears, the voice of the voice was getting lower and lower, and he couldn't really hear it anymore, but in the end, he could still hear a little, as for the voices of others, he couldn't hear it at all, Chen Jing knew that the reason why he could hear the voice of this old man was because his faith was very sincere.

And after the big red shrimp was lowered from the tree, the black iron chain on its body was not untied, because no one could untie it. He looked very weak, but still alive. Chen Jing only glanced at it and saw that the mana on his body was imprisoned by the black iron chain, and the people looked at the big red shrimp helplessly, and finally I don't know what the old man said, the villagers carried the big red shrimp to the river.

Chen Jing didn't know what made the old man make the decision to sacrifice, and when he was in the middle of the next day, the people from the nearby villages gathered in front of the River Temple, and there were nearly a thousand people.

In the middle of the darkness, they came with torches. The stars in the sky looked at them, and when the world was waiting to divide the Jing River, the people in this area of Heqian Village held a sacrifice that was the biggest for them.

This sacrifice began when the people gathered at the beginning of the day. From the dawn of the darkness to the rising of the sun.

Chen Jing knew that they must have thought that something might have happened to the river god, so they would hold such a huge sacrifice at this time. They don't know how many pairs of eyes are watching them in the dark at this time, maybe they know, but they don't care.

Chen Jing felt a force, a power that could be seen and touched.

He saw that there were many people in his Jing River, and he sensed that many of the gods outside were still burning like lamps in the darkness. He looked up and said in his heart again: "I need to get out, my life is not my own." ”

When he looked up, he saw a white glow between yin and yang.

Shen Nian naturally probed over, with that sense of certainty, and then to his surprise, he actually felt the existence of the white light, as if he had touched a faint line with his hand. It feels very light, but after all, there is an induction.

The unknown pattern is like engraved in the yin and yang of nothingness, like the imprint of the Great Dao.

Divine thoughts continued to blow on the brand like a breeze, and the brand pattern slowly appeared in his heart, but it was a dragon brand. A dragon soaring through the clouds.

As he slowly sensed the mark clearly, he sensed something wrong with the water in the dragon well. It's just that he can't say what the problem is.

The dragon king of Inoue kept caressing the edge of the well, and the stone statue in the well looked up at the mouth of the well, communicating the faint dragon-shaped imprint with his divine thoughts.

Among the practitioners of heaven and earth, this is a time of turmoil, a moment when heaven and earth are about to change. It is also the time to seize the opportunity of the avenue, and the opportunity may come at any time.

And in the world, now is not a good time. There are conquests everywhere, they don't know why they're fighting, and most people don't even know how they came about. They took up their weapons, laid down their farming tools, and picked up unfamiliar weapons to fight to the death with the sudden appearance of the enemy.

When they saw their wives and children dead, they realized that the weapon in their hands was actually wielding it for the continuation of their lives. When they survived the death, all they saw was desolation and bloodshed, and they understood that they were fighting for their homeland.

But they will never understand that they are still fighting for their faith.

For the faith of the gods, but also for the faith in the heart.

The peace of the Baling Realm was broken by a strange team, all along, the Baling Realm is a place of freedom of belief, the Baling City God here has died, Baling City has become a ghost domain, and there is no powerful god who has come out to accept the entire Baling City faith, because there is a river god in the Baling City Realm, as long as he is still there, no other god dares to snatch the faith of the Baling Realm.

And now that he is gone, when such a strange team appears, the entire Baling City realm is unstoppable.

The leader rode a tiger with dozens of soldiers behind him, they were not many in number, but their outfits were extremely strange. The leader rode on the body of the Hanging Eye Tiger, carrying a whisk on his back, and holding a dove-headed staff in his hand, with insect-like runes on the staff, which made people feel frightened at a glance.

They came from a place in the north, entered the border of Baling, and slain the local gods along the way, and those lands or smaller sand dukes died at their hands, and the fastest to see the opportunity was to take off.

They drove away or killed the local gods, and then cast spells to show their powers, and asked the people there to build temples and statues of the gods. A total of fifteen statues of gods were sculpted, among which the main statue was the person who rode the white tiger and claimed to be the White Tiger Star King, and he claimed to be the descendant of the White Tiger Star King.

If the local people build a temple that he is not happy with, he will definitely cast magical spells to make people feel frightened and afraid, killing people is common, he often casts spells to make life worse than death. Fear and fear also made him gain faith very quickly.

It's just that the faith he gathered by such means has always exuded a sense of fear in his body that makes people palpitate, and if a mortal sees him and only looks at him, he will be afraid, and some of the timid may even be scared to death because of this. It's not because he's scary, it's because he has a belief in the hearts of people who are fearful, and when people look at him, they can't extricate themselves from all kinds of magical thoughts.

They came all the way south, and slaughtered village and town after town, and near there were no gods who were his opponents, and several gods joined forces to attack him, but he was slain on the spot.

The news that there are evil gods and fierce gods coming to the realm of Baling has spread to Junling Town and to Heqian Village, and for a while, the incense in the river temple is full of smoke, and there is an endless stream of people who burn incense and offer sacrifices.

Even some gods came to the river temple, and the people who believed in the river god in the world decided in their hearts that the river god would not bless them, and some gods knew that Chen Jing had disappeared and fallen into the East China Sea, but they felt that he would definitely return.

There were also many demon spirits and gods who were waiting for the group of people who claimed to be the descendants of the White Tiger Star Monarch to come to the River Temple, and they were expecting them to destroy the River Temple.

In the midst of some expectant glances and fearful and worried moods, the group of people finally appeared near Junling Town.

They stopped outside, and the White Tiger Xingjun, who was holding a dove-headed staff and riding a white tiger with hanging eyes, pointed to the sky above Junling Town and said, "There is a powerful god here. ”

It is easy to see if there is a powerful god in a place, and under normal circumstances, the purer and more true the faith, the higher the god's mana, and within the range of the god's mana, there must be no ghostly and evil spirits.

Junling Town is one such place.

He sent people to the nearby mountains to find the little monsters and inquired, and soon reported that the gods in this town had disappeared for half a year. It was rumored that he had died in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, but he knew that this god was not dead, but now it was indeed not there.

Chen Jing, who was imprisoned in the Dragon Well in the East China Sea, thought in his heart again: "My life no longer belongs to me, I have to go out." ”