"Li Qingxian wrote "Guarding the River", and his intention was to call for bloody literary repair, change poems and guard the river, and recover the lost land.

"Today's ......"

The old man looked up at the sky, Sucheng had been dry for many days, and was considering asking the Daomen to cast a spell.

"It's better to change the poem today, bring rain, and water the earth."

So, Sun Rongzhu opened the psalms and improved them one by one.

"Since ancient times, there has been a lot of rain and loneliness, and I say that rainy nights are better than sunny days. The black sky and purple electricity are on the clouds, and the gods will be thundered and blue......"

Sun Rongzhu looked up at the sky, his chest was full of Chinese, and the combined poems converged into a battle poem, and the divine light went straight to the sky.

Thundered......

The sky was covered with clouds, lightning was turbulent, and then, dozens of thunderbolts exploded in the sky, each of which was enough to severely damage a third-grade demon cultivator.

"This power...... It's bigger than I expected. It's a little bit worse, it's better to change it to ......' 'all over the citation'...... Try ......"

Then, the sky was thunderous again, more numerous, but less powerful, only louder.

"It's a bit general, and it's changed to 'Lonely Thunder Falls Blue Night'...... Try ...... again."

Click......

A whole thick thunderbolt exploded in the sky, like a thunder tree, illuminating hundreds of miles and shaking the whole city.

Sun Rongzhu stroked his beard and smiled, nodding slightly.

"Continue to change ......"

Sun Rongzhu relied on the second-grade cultivation and the learning of his body, changed a poem of wind, thunder and rain for a while, changed a poem for a while, and after a while, the sky was covered with dark clouds, thunder and lightning condensed, and heavy rain poured.

Countless people walked out of the house, their chapped lips open, cheering, and children happily stepping on puddles, chirping, chirping.

Sun Rongzhu never expected that the poems he changed were so powerful, and even surpassed the ordinary second-grade Lei Xiu, he was overjoyed, completely forgot about the others, and continued to change the poems in the pavilion.

In the basement a dozen streets away.

After the group finished discussing, they walked into the deepest pitch-black pool.

"Let's join forces to activate the magic pool first, put in the poisonous insects, and in ten days at most, we can start demonizing."

"The magic pool must be steady, and you must not take it lightly."

"Of course."

More than a dozen people chanted spells together, and they saw a faint golden light coming out of the magic pool, and then, they stretched out their hands and pointed, and black shadows flew out of their ears, noses, mouths, and eyes, connecting into thick lines.

It was a swarm of demon insects.

Suddenly, a subtle thunderclap sounded.

As soon as everyone's bodies flickered, fine blood came out of the nostrils of all the four-rank demon cultivators, and the demon insects passed by, devouring the blood, and then flew into the demon pool.

The demon cultivators' bodies tensed, and after a while, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief and continued to cast spells.

Suddenly, there was another thunderclap.

The demon cultivators' bodies shook in unison, and the third-rank face did not change color, but the corners of the fourth-rank demon cultivators' eyes began to bleed.

Several puppets flew out and landed on the ground.

"You must not be distracted, once stopped, the magic pool will fail to condense, and the loss will be unimaginable." The puppet spoke.

"Ordinary thunder will never hurt us, maybe there are masters fighting in the distance, this kind of thunder is powerful, it will not ......"

Rumble!

More rapid thunder exploded, and the ears of the four-rank demon cultivators began to bleed.

"Hold on!"

Thundered...... Click...... Thundered......

One after another, the thunder continued to roar, I don't know how many times it sounded, and even in the seven orifices of the three grades, there was occasional blood.

Finally, all four pins spat blood from their mouths and stopped casting.

The fourth-rank demon cultivator fell to the ground, and the third-grade demon cultivator watched the churning demon pool slowly subside, and finally fell silent.

Patches of insect corpses floated on the surface of the water, like dark clouds.

"Magic Pool!"

"Kill him!"

"Who is it?"

Boom Boom Boom ......

Suddenly, the thunder continued, and the strange power vibrated and spread.

"Ah......h

A fourth-rank demon cultivator bent over and vomited, and a two-foot-long centipede spewed out and fell to the ground, shaking his hundred feet and suddenly stiffening.

"My Mother ......"

The demon cultivator spat blood and insect corpses in a big gulp, and finally vomited out his internal organs and died on the spot.

"I can't wait, I must be a master of the Daomen, go quickly!"

Each of the seven Sanpins grabbed a living Sipin, left the secret room, walked out of the room, and came to the courtyard.

They were all masked, looked up at the sky and the rain was falling, looked at each other, and were about to walk.

Suddenly, there was an angry shout not far away.

"The thunder of the sky is falling, and the sky is clear, where does the demonic qi come from!" Sun Rongzhu burst into a shout, and saw a terrifying thunder in the sky fall suddenly in the courtyard.

The thunder exploded, and the houses flew over.

Sun Rongzhu flew quickly, wondering in his heart, just now he continued to cultivate the wind and thunder poems, and the thunder swept almost all the evil within a radius of dozens of miles, and the new demonic qi that suddenly emerged was like a black-headed fly that fell on the white jade, too clear.

He flew closer and looked down carefully.

I saw that in that courtyard, there were more than a dozen people lying horizontally and vertically.

All of them were scorched black, and only seven of them were still moving, but their bodies were twisted, as if they were powerless to fight again.

Sun Rongzhu only glanced at it, and found that all the living people were three-rank demon cultivators, and he was stunned for a moment.

How could it be so coincidental that he met a full seven injured third-rank demon cultivators.

Sun Rongzhu was reciting poems and falling down, and he saw rattans full of righteousness and righteousness drilled out of the ground, binding the seven seriously injured Sanpin, and sealing their dantian.

Sun Rongzhu began to interrogate, and after only listening to a few words, he understood that his wind and thunder war poems seemed to be a little strong, but it was definitely not because of himself, the war poems were the same.

"You have to report the ...... of the Holy Mountain"

This night, the news of the cultivators suddenly increased, and these pieces of information were also circulated among the major forces in the world.

Tianshi Mountain.

Zhao Qingchuan put down "Red Bean Collection", smiled and shook his head.

Demon Tower.

Duan Tianji squinted, and finally sighed lightly and threw down the two poetry books.

What is written about love and love, I can't read it.

River Defenders.

After the poison master finished flipping through the two books, he learned about the latest changes in the scholars and put the books on the table.

The machine wheelchair moved gently and walked out of the tent.

He turned his head to look at the big tent of the Chinese army.

"After watching "Guarding the River", he couldn't sleep tonight......"

Then he turned his head to look east.

"This Li Qingxian has something ......"

The camp of the Tianxiao Army.

Concubine Jiang gritted her teeth and threw down "Red Bean Collection".

She stared at the cover for a long time, a flush flashed across her face, and she couldn't help but flip the cover.

On the title page, there is a column of words.

Give Jiang Youfei.

Concubine Jiang took a deep breath and took out the communication talisman disk.

"You wrote "Red Bean Collection"?"

"Guess."

"Humph!"

Li Qingxian put away the communication talisman plate and smiled.

Subsequently, read into the middle dantian.

I saw that in the sky above the righteous qi sword seed, the divine light was shining, and the rainbow was all over the sky, turning into a waterfall of divine light, pouring on the righteous qi sword seed.

Leaving Zhongdantian, Li Qingxian looked at the communication talisman disk, and various friends asked one after another, but Li Qingxian did not answer.

Day 2.

Outside the Champions City.

The Horn King held his head high, and the antlers on his head swayed gently like the crown of a tree.

He blackened his face and snorted coldly.

"No matter how good your champion is, you can't send me to death. I have already been defeated by Li Qingxian three times, and this time I will attack Taigu City, and I will not go to ...... to kill me."

Suddenly, a bone flute sounded from his waist.

He picked up and listened, his eyes widening wider and wider, and when he had finished, he stood still for a moment, and then laughed three times.

"God help me!" After saying that, he turned around and galloped back to Champion City with four hooves.

(End of chapter)