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ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129

It was quiet in the East China Sea Prison Dragon Well, only Chen Jing was shouting in his heart.

In Junling Town, there is a kind of chaos of fear, and for humans who have lost the protection of the gods, it is like wearing a single coat on a snowy day, and it is cold to the heart.

Some people went outside the town in the direction of the Jing River, others avoided other places, but more often they were in front of the temple in the town, praying to the river god for protection. There were words in his mouth and heart, and in Chen Jing's ears, a piece of calling sounded formed. Suddenly far and near, big and small, like a flowing wind, circling in the center of Chen Jing'er.

The wind suddenly rose in Junling Town, and the wind was cold in the forest. The people in the town suddenly felt that they were in the ice and snow, and they looked at the entrance of the town in fear, and in their eyes, they saw a cloud of blood, a group of people who seemed to have come from hell, and countless undead were struggling and cursing in pain.

Step by step, the endless terrifying aura oppressed, as if connected to the hell sea of blood.

What the White Tiger Star Monarch got was that the belief was formed because people were afraid of him, so when people saw him, all kinds of frightening scenes arose in their hearts.

The noses of the people in Junling Town seemed to smell the pungent smell of blood and corpse decay, and they trembled with extreme fear in their hearts, and their mouths couldn't help but read: "The river god blesses, the river god blesses ......."

These voices appeared directly in Chen Jing's heart, from the initial prayer to a shout, one by one, a heart-rending cry.

"The river god blesses, the river god blesses ......"

The voice was more urgent than the other, just like a big wave in the sea, wave after wave, superimposed together, and hit Chen Jing's heart fiercely.

"As long as you let me go out now, I can give you the throne and the body of this stone statue." Chen Jing suddenly opened his mouth and said loudly to the Dragon King at the mouth of the well, and the Dragon King Zhaolie even felt a hint of pleading from his tone.

He sneered at the moment: "Hehe, how can there be such a good thing in the world." ”

"The people who believe in me in my divine realm are about to be enslaved by the fierce gods, and I must go back." Chen Jing replied quickly.

Dragon King Zhaolie laughed and said, "There is such a good thing, haha, God really help me." Don't worry, after you die, I will kill the person who wants to take your throne for you, and regain your faith for you. ”

Chen Jing looked up at the wellhead, and the black and white ripples in his eyes were beating violently. The cry of terror in his ears grew stronger and stronger, vibrating, piercing his heart like a sword.

He saw the people in the town fall to the ground under that fear, struggling to retreat, but their whole bodies were already weak, and Chen Jing felt the infinite fear and call in his heart.

"The river god blesses, the river god blesses ......"

The voice trembled, like a retreat to the edge of a cliff, retreating towards the abyss as the wind and tiger approached.

"The river god blesses, the river god blesses ......"

A sound, gathered together, like a stream merging together, forming a big river, rushing wildly between heaven and earth.

Chen Jing's heart was beating, and the mana in his body was surging,

"Haha......" The man riding the white tiger at the entrance of Junling Town laughed, and some people broke their livers and gallbladders in the laughter.

"Blessed by the river god...... The river god blesses ......"

The voice was like a man hanging over a cliff, with only his hands on the edge of the cliff, uttering his final call and supplication.

"Haha, your river god can't bless you anymore, from today on, as long as you believe in me, I will bless you." The sound sounded like blood to everyone's ears. Someone was reciting this blessed sentence of the river god in his mouth, and when he heard this sound in his ears, he suddenly bled to death.

No one answered, and many people fled out of town, but they did not stop them, but laughed, and the laughter was full of banter and pride, like watching a swarm of ants crawl wildly under their feet.

And more people knelt down in front of the temple, and there was a white-haired old man on crutches who broke free from the support of a young man, and did not look at the fierce god approaching step by step from outside the town, but faced the temple and said loudly: "Thirty-six years ago, when I was teaching children to read in the school, I heard the question of the river god, and I felt helplessness and despair. Thirty-six years ago, you asked us, 'Do you want to kill this demon,' and we replied, 'Yes,' and thirty-six years have passed, and the children in that school have long since become parents. Back then, you heard them resolutely shout 'want' and 'please slay this demon by the river god' in their fragile and immature voices, and now have you heard them shouting in a rough voice for their wives and children and their own lives, 'Please bless the river god'? If you hear that, please bless them, please bless the town of Junling, which has believed in you for thirty-six years. ”

The water in the well of the prison dragon is gushing, like boiling water. The old man's voice echoed in Chen Jing's heart like a Hongzhong Dalu, shaking his heart, soul, mana, and blood, and even the Si Yu God Monument was shaking.

For the first time, there was a sense of qi in the chest of Chen Jing's stone statue, this was the anger and murderous aura of those unknown gods, this was the unwilling aura of unwilling to sit in the well here and watch the fear and despair of the people in Junling Town, this was the surging murderous aura, this was the sonorous and passionate aura of faith that he had turned into when he said, 'Those who believe in me deserve my protection'.

This is still the last faith aroused by the will of the people in Junling Town, and the last vitality in life is surging. ‘

The Dragon King was shocked in his heart, he didn't understand what was going on, he only felt that Chen Jing's mana in the well was surging. He played a series of complicated and mysterious tricks with both hands, and finally pressed it on the prison dragon well like a hand. The concussive and passionate aura surging in the well was instantly suppressed.

What Chen Jing saw in his eyes and heard in his ears was like his own experience.

The White Tiger Xingjun, who rode the Hanging Eyes White Tiger, laughed, and each step forward made people's fears increase by a point.

In front of the temple, the old man continued to say loudly: "In Xiuchun Bay, I once personally sacrificed to the gods in front of the temple, at that time, you carried a three-foot long sword to kill demons, and later, you got rid of the evil demons in the town, and since then the military town has been believing in you to this day. You can hear us praying today, can you hear our calling? ”

Although the voice was old, it had a majestic and sonorous smell, like a shovel piercing into the earth, and like a rock in the center of a river.

The flesh on his face was wrinkled, his eyebrows were white, his teeth were loose, and his body with a wooden staff seemed to fall at any moment, but his eyes were so determined and determined.

I heard him shout loudly: "If you are still alive, if you can hear our voices, please kill this monster." ”

"Please behead this monster by the river god." Someone shouted loudly, and immediately after, many people shouted, "Please kill this monster by the river god." ……”

……

"Please slay this monster by the river god! ……”

……

"Please behead this monster by the river god."

The old man's last words were like a sharp sword piercing the void, and immediately after his voice were the voices of the people in Junling Town, and the voices that came from his chest were superimposed like a wave, forming a brilliant mantra.

The cry from the bottom of my heart is the most thrilling, the great road mystery, the mantra of heaven and earth are all issued in the artistic conception of selflessness.

The prison dragon well boiled again, Chen Jing looked up to the sky and roared, and the qi in the chest of the stone statue suddenly rushed out of his mouth, turning into a bright light, and the murderous aura rushed out of the prison dragon well, making the calm sea water outside the prison dragon well instantly surge, forming a huge whirlpool.

Dragon King Zhaolie let out a loud shout, his whole body exuding a layer of golden light, and he played a string of magic tricks.

In the midst of the voices of the people in Junling Town, the statue of the god in the temple suddenly had a divine light rushing up, passing through the roof of the temple, forming a piece of brilliance.

In an instant, the wind and clouds gathered, and the spiritual power of the entire Junling Town surged towards the temple. A bright white phantom rushed out above the statue, and the white light deep in the body was like a sword.

The sword roared like a whirlwind of clouds, and the man who rushed out of the idol was like a person formed by a myriad of swords. His eyes were cold, and his whole body was full of cold murderous aura. In his hand was a sword, which had no shape, but a white glow.

The people in front of the temple looked up and saw a white light, spreading out of the town.

In the eyes of the White Tiger Star Monarch, what he saw was a person rushing out of the temple with a sword in his hand, and he was in front of him in an instant. He was shocked, but between the lightning and flint, he thought, "Sure enough, there is a god with great power." ”

He thought of this in his heart, but with a wave of his hand, he had already stabbed out the dove-headed staff in his hand, and when he took it off, the dove-headed staff turned into a monster with a dove-headed snake body, with two wings on his back, no claws, but his eyes were cold and evil.

The monster transformed by the dove's staff hissed and let out an ear-piercing scream. In this scream, the white light that rolled towards him seemed to weaken in an instant, and it also faded a lot.

However, in the eyes of the White Tiger Star Monarch, the sword holding in the white light was not blocked by the monster turned into the dove-headed staff at all, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and what caught his eyes was a dazzling white light, and the cold eyes of the person in the white light were so chilling.

He didn't think about it, his mouth was open, his tongue was full of spring thunder, and the void in front of him was like a calm well that suddenly turned into a raging sea. The sword-like white light was actually distorted, as if the light had entered the water and was twisted and turned, and it was disturbed by the surging waves.

At the same time, the dust he had inserted on his back also reached his hand, however, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he found that the white light had come through the broken void, just like the water surface no matter how undulating and turbulent the waves were, the strong sunlight could still shine on the bottom of the water.

The blinding white light stabbed at him, and the murderous aura reached the center of his eyebrows, but what made him feel even more cold, and even a little frightened, was a pair of eyes that passed through the void like water waves.

The Buddha dust in his hand waved in front of him, and the white tiger let out a roar when he stepped down, and kept retreating.

Under the stirring of the dust in the sky in front of him, the void surged like a terrifying wave, and the wind and clouds from all directions converged towards him, and formed a chaotic space under the agitation of the dust in his hand, blocking the path of the light.

At this moment, a few rays of golden light suddenly burst out of that white light, and the golden light broke through the chaotic space, piercing unhindered like a golden needle into the clouds, followed by a white light.

The White Tiger Xingjun was horrified, and with a clamp on the white tiger's belly, the white tiger had already jumped up in the oblique thorn, trying to avoid the white mang, and in a moment, it was like a violent wind, without warning, and the speed was so fast that people couldn't see it clearly.

However, the white light followed, and the dust in his hand shattered in the white light in an instant, leaving only a white jade-like handle in his hand. He rose to his feet, flashing away like a phantom.

The white tiger was instantly engulfed by white light, only a desperate roar was heard, and the white tiger had become a pile of minced meat. And the White Tiger Xingjun, who was fleeing in the air, only felt that the murderous aura behind his back was getting heavier and heavier, as if a sword was about to come to him, and it seemed that there was ice sticking to his back.

He looked back and saw that the two golden rays had disappeared into his eyes. He screamed in pain, and he was already engulfed by a white light test paper.