In the Changmin River, demon corpses occupy the river, and demon blood pollutes the river.

The fishermen worked day and night to salvage the corpses of the monsters, exhausted and exhausted, but their faces were full of smiles.

The nearby warriors also came, each salvaging in an area, without affecting each other.

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Suddenly, under the river, the Buddha's light swept by, and the turbid river water, the demonic energy evaporated, and became clear.

The rich light of the Buddha, with endless compassion and peace, without any killing intent, is like a spring breeze.

The demon qi evaporated, the demon blood dissipated, and the warriors and fishermen on the river were also affected by the Buddha's light, and they only felt warm all over their bodies, as if bathed in the morning sun, and their exhaustion was swept away.

"Is the hall master here?"

Fishermen excitedly look at the river and pay homage on the fishing boats.

The warriors also bowed deeply and paid homage to the hall master.

The Buddha's light swept by, but there was no response, evaporating the demonic qi and quickly moving away.

Looking at the distant Buddha light, there was a faint dragon elephant hovering in the water.

At the bottom of the river, Mo Cangxuan followed Jiang Changkong left and right, watching him purify the river water.

"Why don't you stop and meet the people," Mo Cangxuan asked suspiciously.

Jiang Daoming said indifferently: "Why do you want to see and enjoy the attention of that moment and enjoy their visit?"

"The road ahead for the hall master is too difficult, if he can get the attention of the people, have prestige, and spread his reputation, wouldn't it be better" Mo Cangxuan said.

"The lord of this hall is just the lord of the demon slaying hall, and he does the duty of duty, and he wants that reputation to do much."

Jiang Daoming put his hands behind his back, released the Buddha's light, and shone on the bottom of the river: "Moreover, they already know the master of the hall, so they don't need the master of the hall to go out, they will also remember." ”

"The hall master is bent on slaying demons and eliminating demons, and if the Great Xia Demon Elimination Hall is like this, Great Xia has long been peaceful. Mocang Xuan arched his hand in admiration.

"There is a weak heart, and there is no heart. ”

Jiang Daoming said indifferently and said no more.

The Demon Elimination Hall of Great Xia is either powerless and wants to deal with the affairs of the rivers and lakes, but it doesn't have the ability.

Those who have that ability will eventually ignore it because of all kinds of fears.

Mo Cangxuan was silent, did not speak again, and followed Jiang Daoming towards the lower reaches of the Changmin River.

Time passes, and in the blink of an eye, half a month passes.

In the past half a month, Jiang Daoming has cleaned up the entire Changmin River and has not let go of any corner.

The people also salvaged all the corpses of the monsters, and the entire river was extremely clear.

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On this day, the Changmin River was turbulent, and at the Xuanzhou Wharf, many warriors joined hands to carry a ten-meter-high black stone carving.

This stone carving is Jiang Daoming, and under the stone carving, Jiang Daoming's identity is carved, and the merits of cleaning up the river are carved.

"The master of the Jiangling General Palace, from Jiangling, cleans up the monsters of the Changmin River, purifies the river water, enforces the law selflessly, and enforces the law ruthlessly......"

High in the sky, Mocang Xuan smiled lightly: "This group of people has a conscience. ”

"Mr. Cangxuan, have you ever thought about cleaning up the Changmin River," Jiang Daoming said indifferently.

"I didn't think about it. Mocang Xuan shook his head and said: "The fishermen of the Changmin River can also live, but occasionally there will be fishermen who die in the mouth of the monster." ”

Jiang Daoming said indifferently: "If Mr. Cangxuan cleans up, the people of Changmin Jiang will have no worries for a long time." ”

"The hall master looks down on Cangxuan too much. Mo Cangxuan smiled bitterly: "It's just that at that level in the Wild City, Cangxuan can't pass it." ”

Mo Cangxuan has self-knowledge in his heart, the barbarian city is there, unless the ninth-layer martial artist appears, otherwise, he can only come to Jiang Daoming.

"Let's go, go to the Seven Kings. Jiang Daoming said indifferently.

Mo Cangxuan nodded, rose up in the sky, and took Jiang Daoming towards the Seven Kings' Mansion.

"Why don't you see the ninth-layer martial artists" Jiang Daoming suddenly asked: "On weekdays, what are the eighth-layer and ninth-layer martial artists doing?"

"Eighth-layer martial artists, either sitting in their own sect, sensing heaven and earth, and fitting with heaven and earth, or pursuing ancient secrets. ”

Mocang Xuan said: "I am a special case, I followed the prince and ran around for the prince. ”

"The master of this hall has not seen it yet, it is in line with heaven and earth, and the eighth-layer martial artist who sits on one side does not know how strong it is. Jiang Daoming said indifferently.

"We'll see. Mocang Xuandao, paused, and said: "As for the ninth-layer martial artist, I don't know, even the prince doesn't know, it's completely out of the world." ”

Jiang Daoming nodded slightly: "Sir, have you ever heard that the ninth-layer martial artist made a move"

"I've heard of it, but it was rumored hundreds of years ago, it was a ninth-level martial artist in Wudang. ”

Mo Cangxuan recalled it and said: "I heard that there was a demon in the martial arts at that time, I don't know the origin, slaughtered many martial arts sects, Wudang invited a ninth-layer martial artist to kill the demon head. ”

"From this point of view, the ninth-layer martial artist will still meddle in the world. ”

Jiang Daoming said indifferently, slaughtered many demons of martial arts sects, and led to the ninth-level martial artists.

I don't know if I will clean up my sins, and whether it will lead to a ninth-layer martial artist of which force.

However, it is not a big problem, with his current strength, he is not afraid of ordinary ninth-layer martial artists at all.

Jiang Daoming began to change the topic and asked about the Seven Kings: "What kind of people are the Seven Kings?"

Mocang Xuan smiled and said: "People who want to clean up their sins, people who think about Great Xia, deep Xia Emperor ......"

The Seven Kings Xia Yuntian, sitting in Xuanzhou, was named the King of Clouds by Emperor Xia.

King Yun had an excellent relationship with Emperor Xia, and often rewarded some elixirs.

King Yun treats people kindly and thinks about the people, and the people are grateful for King Yun's kindness.

Jiang Daoming listened silently, naturally he would not fully believe Mo Cangxuan's words.

Speaking well for one's own master is something that any subordinate will do.

"We're flying a little slowly, why don't you use the sword master of the hall, I'll show the way, how" Mocang Xuan said.

"Yes, but Mr. must have a way to get there."

Jiang Daoming pointed like a sword, and the dragon elephant true qi condensed the sword, dragging the two of them, like a long rainbow, breaking through the air.

"My means of rushing are too tiring and extremely expensive, and besides, Cang Xuan also wants to see the sword technique. Mokura Xuan smiled.

The two of them walked with their swords, and the sword was like a long rainbow, like a meteorite, cutting through the sky.

The wind howled, and the sword qi stirred into the void, passing through the white clouds, and disappeared into the distance.

Two days later, Jiang Daoming's speed slowed down, and he had already come to the Cloud King's fiefdom, the Tianyun City where the Cloud King's Mansion was located.

Tianyun City is majestic, far above Jiangling City, Jiang Daoming sword down, walking into the city.

"It's coming in two days, and it's worthy of the ancient swordsmanship. Mocang Xuan praised.

"Sir should have seen a lot of swordsmanship, Great Xia is vast, there are many ancient legacies, and the swordsmanship should not be broken. ”

Jiang Daoming said lightly, if he can get the Taoist inheritance, it doesn't mean that others can't get it.

"Far inferior to the hall master. Mo Cangxuan smiled, and his pace quickened: "Let's hurry up, don't let King Yun wait in a hurry." ”

The two of them quickened their pace, used light skills, flashed in the crowd, and in a short moment, they had already arrived in front of the gate of the Cloud King's Mansion.

A middle-aged man dressed as a housekeeper stood respectfully outside the door: "The prince has prepared tea and is waiting for the hall master in the meditation hall." ”