There is a distinction between good and evil gods.

The righteous god protects the water and soil, absorbs the power of faith in the world, and turns the power of faith to nourish the people under his command.

The evil god sows panic among the crowd and plants a seed of fear in the hearts of the people, which can also gain some mental power, but only for themselves.

The sword is right, and the evil should be slayed.

So the evil gods are naturally included.

Ning Shu said this sentence in a Taoist manner, which carried some judgment implications, like reading out the crime committed by a prisoner on the execution ground, and the next moment it was about to be executed.

The young man only felt that a purple light flashed in his sight, and then the divine power around him was actually solidified and blocked at the moment when Ning Shu shouted, and he couldn't use it smoothly, and he couldn't help but be horrified in his heart.

"Oops, this man is so skilled in swordsmanship, don't look at his sword. ”

The ancestral hall in the distance radiated a ghostly light, enveloping the youth land inside, followed by a sword light, slashing at the ghostly light, making a tooth-souring sound.

Not only was the face of the land shocked, but Ning Shu was also a little surprised, his swordsmanship had made great progress under the guidance of the senior sister and the second senior brother, the two great supernatural powers of the Void Realm, and although this land belonged to the Divine Dao, it was about the same as him in terms of strength, and in a battle of the same level, Ning Shu was sure that he could be cut under the sword.

But this ghostly light that shrouded from the ancestral hall seemed to have a strong defensive ability.

It's amazing, Ning Shu has never seen such a spell.

Fifty Strings returned to his hand, and then Ning Shu's pupils glowed with purple gas, looking at the ancestral hall that was diagonally inserted in the dirt.

Seeing that Ning Shu withdrew his hand and stopped attacking, the young man was slightly relieved in his heart, but he still didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, he could feel that this young man had not cultivated to a high level, but the sword in his hand did give him a sense of crisis.

A sense of crisis of death.

"My name is Zhao Feng, and Zhao Chenghuang of the Snow Country is my distant uncle, I think I should know you and Daoyou, you and I really don't need to fight because of a worldly mortal. He thought for a moment and said through gritted teeth.

The mountains and rivers of the southern countries are vertical and horizontal, and there are countless gods, among which the reputation of Zhao Chenghuang in the Imperial City of the Snow Country is far and wide, and the mountain gods under his command are innumerable, all over the Nanling and various cities, villages and towns, it is rumored that Yin soldiers can be summoned to fight, and all sects and sects have to give Zhao Chenghuang a few thin noodles.

The reason why Zhao Feng said his identity was because he was really jealous of this young man, and he had never heard of any sect that had such a disciple.

The monks of the Daomen of the Southern Kingdoms, no one dared to give face to the dignified Zhao Chenghuang.

Ning Shu pondered when he heard this, and remembered the information he had read in the mountains behind Taifu before leaving, this legendary Zhao Chenghuang was indeed very powerful, but in Ji Chaoyue's words, it was......

He is just a city god in the southern countries, dare not to give face to the Taifu of the Divine Dynasty?

Zhao Feng saw Ning Shu's thoughtful expression, the corners of his mouth flashed with a smile, thinking to himself that no matter what kind of faction you are, or a hidden genius, when you hear my identity, you still have to be a man with your tail between your legs. I'm not your opponent this time, so I'll pretend to have a good relationship with you first, and when I pass the news to the mountain god, there will be no place for you in this southern country, and your master won't be able to save you......

When the time comes, hehe...... The spells on your body are also mine, and you may be able to take this opportunity to be promoted to Little City God.

"How about Daoyou, you should have heard of my uncle's prestige, right?" Zhao Feng stood in the dark light and smiled sadly.

"I've heard ......," Ning Shu said with a smile.

"It's just...... What does this have to do with me?"

Zhao Feng thought that he had heard something wrong, and before he had time to think about the meaning of this sentence, a purple light appeared in the night sky covered by the jungle, and a purple star was particularly dazzling in this mist, illuminating the entire area transparently.

Purple MSI.

This is the field where the fifty strings are transformed, and it is also the magic image that Ning Shu can have after reaching the top grade of the Wangsheng realm.

Shrouded in starlight, the glow of the ancestral hall faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, like ice and snow being illuminated by the sun, replaced by sword light that filled the air.

The sword intent is like silk, densely packed.

Zhao Feng only felt that he was shrouded by Zi Weixing, as if he was wrapped in layers of silk, and each of these silks had a murderous aura.

"How dare you offend me, aren't you afraid of being overwhelmed by the wrath of the city god!" Zhao Feng roared, he had never felt this way, since he stepped on the Divine Dao, mortals were afraid of him, and the cultivators who passed by did not dare to ignore him, where would he end up in a situation where he was slaughtered by others.

Especially in the battle of the same level, he didn't have the slightest strength to fight back, and the feeling of being bound by the sword qi in this way reminded him of the livestock that was sent to the altar when the mortals under the mountain sacrificed, which was really humiliating.

"My uncle is Zhao Chenghuang!" he shouted in a hoarse voice, if his gaze could kill, then Ning Shu in front of him had already been cut by a thousand knives.

"I said I know. ”

Listening to Ning Shu's indifferent tone, Zhao Feng's body began to tremble, he wanted to turn into dark gray smoke and escape, but he couldn't do it at all, and the ancestral hall behind him was gradually covered with cracks like spider webs, and the stone statue inside was covered with a layer of dead silence.

The tide is over.

"If you let me live, I will give you all the Shinto faith, and I can introduce you to my uncle, who has all kinds of spells, except for those big forces, the rest of the places are up to you. Zhao Feng felt the stinging pain in his neck and struggled to say.

Ning Shu shook his head, still not caring.

Seeing that the compromise could not be reached, Zhao Feng's face was full of resentment, and he almost screamed as if he was out of his mind: "I don't know which force you are the heir of, but you have to think about the consequences, kill me, and the entire southern kingdom will have no place for you!"

Ning Shu was silent, but the purple microstar above his head was even brighter.

Zhao Feng was really desperate now, thinking about where such a soft and hard guy came out, he looked at the long sword glowing with purple gas, and suddenly remembered the rumor that had been circulating in the southern country recently, his face instantly turned pale, and he asked in a trembling voice: "God Dynasty people?"

"Are you Ning Shu?"

Ning Shu nodded in recognition of his surprise.

The only remaining luck in Zhao Feng's heart was completely shattered, he didn't expect to meet this third disciple of sacrificial wine here, the third disciple of the dignified sacrificial wine did not go to the avenue, why did he want to go to the mountains?

His heart was full of sadness, no wonder this young man didn't care about the price he offered, fuck...... Compared to the foundation of the Divine Dynasty, the promise of his own land is a fart!

He wanted to scold again, but when he thought of the sword light hanging above his head, he forcibly took back the foul words that had been sent to his mouth.

"You are the third disciple of the sacrificial wine, and you are much higher than me in terms of seniority, so why bother me. ”

"I've only been practicing for a year, and you and I are in the same realm, so how can it be difficult?"

"You...... Shameless. ”

"You were quite shameless when you molested a girl from a good family before. ”

Ning Shu was happy in his heart, he didn't expect that this land lord, who was still arrogant before, would now start to discuss the issue of the respect and humility of the elders and young with him, but the same is true when it comes to careful calculation, as the third disciple of the sacrificial wine, he can also be regarded as the second-generation disciple of the Taifu Houshan, compared to the inheritance of the grandchildren of those disciples at every turn, he is indeed very senior.

But Ning Shu will not take the sword and leave because of such a seniority, with the conclusion of bullying the small.

He would have been able to end this unilateral suppression battle a long time ago, and the reason why he was able to listen to Zhao Feng so much was just because he wanted to see if this god had any means and spells that he had never seen before, but at present, this land lord seemed to have no value worth observing.

If Zhao Feng knew that he was thinking like this, he would probably really scold, because his mana could not be used at all under the shroud of Ning Shu's purple microstar, let alone cast a spell attack.

"Be a good god in the next life. ”

After Ning Shu finished saying this, his index finger and middle finger were pressed together, and the purple sword light hanging above Zhao Feng's head flowed down like a galaxy.

Murderous aura.

When the purple color disappeared, Zhao Feng also turned into dust.

He was originally a mountain spirit attached to the ancestral hall god statue to cultivate, and he was shrouded in fifty-string sword light, so naturally he would not leave a corpse.

"Click. ”

The ancestral hall not far away was divided into two halves, and the statue in the middle could not maintain the cracked state, and with a puff of dark gray smoke rising into the sky, it turned into ordinary rubble.

The smoke dissipated into the night sky.

Ning Shu looked at the cloud of smoke and frowned, he felt all kinds of emotions from the red world, most of them were negative, just like fear, sorrow and so on.

It's a kind of telekinesis, and people have the emotion of fear, so the source of this fear will gain mana.

Shinto has always been unfathomable, and the cultivation methods of the gods in the ancient heavenly court are independent of the cultivation world, and it is difficult for ordinary people to understand the mystery without special guidance.

"If it is believed by tens of millions of people, then how powerful this god will be. ”

It was hard for him to imagine that there would be such a god in this world, protecting thousands of people, and if there was, it would be a true god standing between heaven and earth.

Seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, Ning Shu sat down on the spot to recover his mana, the previous battle seemed to be easy, but in fact it was extremely mana-consuming, if he hadn't taken the lead and used the power of the Taiyin in the fifty strings to transform the crape myrtle star to imprison Zhao Feng, I was afraid that the process would not be so smooth.

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Far away in the snowy country never sleeps in the city.

The Temple is located in the very center of the city that never sleeps, and even the royal palace is a little higher than it, not to mention the difference in luxury.

In the deepest part of the temple, there are hundreds of tablets of all sizes.

A gust of wind blew, and a land tablet near the side was neatly disconnected from the middle, as if cut by a sword, and the candle burning in front of it was extinguished.