Shuiyun Township, a fishing village.

In the restless roar of the Yangchun River, villagers held torches to illuminate the dark night.

Firelight and shadow intertwine.

Their faces flickered, and they looked ahead in silence, their pupils reflecting the dancing flames, a little fanatical.

A group of young men armed with harpoons pressed the sharp ends against the chests of several severely injured Demon Suppression Captains.

Liu Xiujie and Li Xiaoer were lying on the ground, gasping for breath, their eyes were scattered, and their minds were a little unclear.

Ma Tao is even more miserable, he is good at close-quarters capture, at this moment his bones are shattered, and the viscous plasma stains the long shirt red, and he is angry.

They couldn't understand what kind of temptation it was to make a river god who had worked so hard to save up his reputation for hundreds of years and wash away the name of the demon suddenly riot and brazenly attack the captain of the Demon Suppression Division.

Unlike other demons.

The river god is deeply admired by the people, and after staying here for so long, it can even be said that Shuiyun Township is the "territory" that the Demon Suppression Division tacitly gave to it.

As a price, even if it is not done by itself, if something goes wrong here, the court can hold it accountable.

This is also the reason why Li Mujin went to the temple to wait for the first time after coming here, although he was not used to seeing this river demon, but it was barely half of his own person.

If you commit such an act, unless the other party hides in the water for the rest of his life, he will die!

Four hundred years of forbearance fell short, just to kill a few school captains who came to watch the sacrifice?

There's no reason for that......

"Aha! Let you dogskin-wearing stuff be arrogant! ”

Meng Xian's excited breathing was heavy, and he stepped on the shoulder of Li Xinhan's fierce wolf embroidered with gold thread.

At this moment, the three-pattern captain of the Jade Liquid Realm had already passed out under the great pain, his arm was twisted into a twist by some strange force, and Sen Bai's broken bones poked out of his flesh, which was miserable.

And not long ago, he was evacuating the crowd and offering his breath to defend against the surging river.

Seeing Meng Xian behave like this.

The palms of the rest of the fishermen holding the harpoons trembled slightly.

Although they were blessed by the river god since childhood, they still have a trace of reverence for the imperial court.

If you don't like the captain of the Demon Suppression Division, it doesn't mean that you dare to insult the other party, and you faintly feel that there is no need for this.

Let alone......

They all looked up in unison.

Outside the River Temple.

Li Mujin stood there a little tired.

Her eyebrows frowned slightly, and her originally lazy and charming face was now significantly sickly pale, and she said softly after a long time: "Hey, are you dying?" If you can't do it, don't hold it up, okay? ”

On the opposite side, a short sword was inserted in the lower abdomen of the woman in the green shirt.

The river god lowered his eyes, stared at his abdomen expressionlessly, and then a smile rose into the corner of his lips.

She stretched out her hand, grasped the hilt of the sword with her white fingers, and then pulled it out without hurry.

A slight discomfort swept across her face, the blade slid out of her wriggling intestines, and as she let go, the dagger fell to the ground.

The river god's voice was extremely gentle: "I'm waiting for him to come back, what are you waiting for?" ”

Hearing this, Li Mujin also remembered the previous black wind.

She pondered for a moment and said calmly, "It's too much." ”

The river demon seems to have suffered some kind of injury, the essence is empty, and his strength cannot be exerted fifty percent.

But the background of the later stage of the other party's jade liquid realm is too rich, and it is already the limit of what he can do to hurt him in the slightest.

"You're shaking your ass!"

Meng Xian slapped the man next to him and snatched the harpoon from the other party's hand.

There was ruthlessness on his face, and his brain trembled with excitement, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "Kill the dog leg of this demon division for the river god Niangniang!" ”

Screaming as he strode towards the woman.

The village chief originally stood silently beside him, with a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth, as if he was watching a good show.

Seeing this, the old man was a little unsettled in an instant.

This stinky boy, the captain of the Demon Suppression Division and the river god are also something that you ordinary people can mix?!

No matter how seriously the woman surnamed Li is injured, standing there without moving, a little finger can crush you to death!

He hurried up on crutches to stop him.

It's a pity that he didn't wait for him to step forward.

Li Mujin turned around and looked over and watched Meng Xian scream and stab the harpoon.

She lowered her head slightly, her long messy hair swaying slightly: "I'm annoyed." ”

As he spoke, his tall and plump body fell down like a broken kite.

Compared with the river demon, she has already run out of oil lamps, and she is just holding on with a breath.

In his vision, Meng Xian's ugly face was covered with beastly madness, his screams became higher and higher, and he was full of fanaticism, and he was about to prove himself in front of the river god with his own hands.

Poof!

His facial expressions froze instantly, holding the harpoon high, and a straight black knife quietly poked out of his long mouth.

Plasma gushes out of the throat, fills the entire mouth, and is then sucked away by the blade.

“……”

Li Mujin was lying on the ground, and a familiar figure appeared in her hazy vision.

Her breath was faint and she couldn't speak.

He could only watch the long figure and draw the long knife from Meng Xian's skull.

Junxiu's face was stained with blood, and his dark red shirt swayed.

The other party walked slowly, past Meng Xian's corpse, and then stepped over himself.

“……”

The river god hung his hands and stared at Shen Yi in a daze.

The grace and luxury on his face were quickly replaced by nervousness: "Why is it Ling who came back, what about him?" ”

She looked behind the other party in a panic, only to see that the path lit by torches was empty: "I have collected all the treasures for him, where is he?" ”

After trying his best, the river god suddenly smelled an extremely familiar smell.

Her gaze slowly fell on Shen Yi, hooked on the clothes where he stored the demon pill, and between her breaths, anger appeared on her face: "You are looking for death!" ”

Laugh at!

Shen Yi stepped suddenly, and the knife in his hand slashed down vigorously!

The greedy wolf who has reached perfection will be fully exerted.

The blade of the sword swept through the sky, like a soul-snatching scythe in the dark night.

Under the anger of the river god, he did not avoid it at all, and the moment he raised his palms, two crystal clear streams of water emerged out of thin air, turning into chains and entangled the blade.

The invincible black blade actually stagnated in the soft water, and the blood flowing on the blade was also washed away.

She was already consuming a lot, and she didn't spare anything at the moment.

Five fingers grasped another stream of water, turned it into a long whip, and whipped the young man viciously!

"I'm going to peel your skin and bones and sacrifice to my Dragon Monarch's spirit!"

The sound of breaking wind was like thunder exploding, and the long whip of the water was sharply splitting down, like the long snake coming out of a hole, trying to cut a layer of flesh on the young man's body.

Shen Yi let go of the hand holding the knife and let it be locked in the air, and his figure suddenly fluttered.

Stepping on the white ape python step, the five fingers suddenly clenched.

He leaned over to within a foot of the green-shirted woman, his eyes shining.

The dense veins on the woman's body are clearly revealed in front of her eyes.

Intercept the pulse, capture the dragon!

It was as if the fist of white jade slammed into the river god's delicate face.

The next moment, losing the disguise of her demonic power, the greasy fat bloomed from her face.

Four hundred years of flesh and blood, coupled with the laissez-faire of the Demon Suppression Division, the comfortable life has already raised the originally kind river god Niangniang into a pig.