One by one, the lives were driven into the river and then swallowed by the waves, and the people of Nanlian Village had mixed feelings, because the next moment they were going to take this step will be their loved ones.

The child's parents had tears in their eyes, and the woman clung to the sleeve of the man beside her, almost fainting.

Some of the children were pulled behind by their parents, and they looked curiously at the bamboo baskets by the river, which might contain their younger siblings, and they did not know that they might also stand in that place as sacrifices in the future.

"What is Sister Mu going to do?" asked one of the boys.

The woman standing in front of her closed her eyes in pain and shook her head, pulling the boy behind her to prevent him from looking further towards the river.

After the memorial was recited, the riverside returned to quiet.

The voices of chickens, ducks and geese and their bodies were all muffled by the waves, and the rippling Jing River seemed to be a man-eating abyss.

The whole sacrifice is not as lively and celebratory as before, but only the disappearance and annihilation of vitality, as well as the fear and panic that spreads among the crowd.

This is not a normal sacrifice.

Mu Qing'er has experienced normal sacrifices, and when she was very young, she often played by the river, and at that time there was still a river god in the wind and rain, and she still remembered that the river god was a kind white-bearded old man, stepping on the waves, surrounded by fish and shrimp that had bloomed wisdom, protecting the peace of the waters.

She had seen it with her own eyes, and Grandpa River God had told her all kinds of stories, and whenever she stood in the River God Temple, she would have a sense of belonging, which was a treatment that no one else in Nanjie Village had.

At that time, there were often sacrifices, and people chanted the merits of the river gods, and there was no need for any cruel sacrifices, just a few sticks of incense, or normal offerings.

The river god once told her that as a god who protects the party, there is little meaning in sacrificing anything, if there is a heart, the three pillars of fragrance are enough.

Mu Qing'er didn't think at that time that one day she would become part of the sacrifice.

"If I really die this time, I would like to turn into a god in the next life to protect the water and soil. She thought to herself.

The village chief of Nanlian Village began to regret a little, he regretted that he shouldn't have driven the boy away, if he was there, there would be no sacrifice today.

But...... Is there any use in regretting?

On the surface of the stormy river, a fish's head poked out of the mist, and its eyes exuded a strange light.

Large and small whirlpools appear in the water, then move closer to each other, and finally turn into a huge whirlpool, as if a hole has been opened in the bottom of the river.

Countless amounts of water poured down, sending out a suction force from it.

The art of harnessing water.

Inside the whirlpool seemed to be the huge mouth of the Heaven Swallowing King, and the smell of rot permeated the country, and the villagers once again knelt down, not daring to look at the picture in the river.

Everything was quiet, only the sound of water and wind.

Mu Qing'er picked up the two babies in swaddling clothes and walked towards the river.

The giant fish in the river let out a shrill laugh as it looked at the scene in front of it.

By the time the river was ankle-high, the girl was closer to the whirlpool in the water, and she seemed to be able to see the ugly scales of the fish demon in the river through the mist.

"It's time. ”

Mu Qing'er whispered, a purple light flew out of the hair coiled up on her head, and then turned into a butterfly, as natural as a silk cocoon on a tree branch.

But the process is extremely fast, just a blink of an eye.

The next sword groan was even faster.

As soon as the people of Nanlian Village raised their heads, Mu Qing'er returned to the shore with the boy and girl in her arms, and a purple long sword in the river had already cut through the mist, dragged out countless shadows, and landed on the head of the fish.

The light was brighter than the sun in heaven, and the sound was like thunder on a rainy day.

Murderous.

People felt an infinite murderous aura, and even the butchers in the town were sloppy in front of this murderous aura.

They couldn't even tell if the sound came first, the sword light came first, or both, but everyone knew that the sword was there to save them.

"It's you again!"

Watching the sacrifice flying away, the King of Heaven Swallowing was completely angry, it recognized where this butterfly came from, and it was not easy for him to repair the natal golden pill, he wanted to use this sacrifice to achieve the position of the river god in one fell swoop, and then break through to the dream realm, but he didn't expect this young man to kill him halfway again.

The sword was so fast that it was unprepared, and in a hurry, it blocked it with the scales on its body, and in an instant the blood stained the surface of the river red.

There was no one in sight, only butterflies and swords.

The huge waves that rose from the ground were directly split by the sword light of the fifty strings, and the bridge was broken with that sword technique.

Butterflies fluttered in the waves, blocking all the water that was about to flood the village.

The Heaven Swallowing King roared angrily, the clouds and mist in the sky gathered, and in a short time, the sun was covered by dark clouds, it wanted to repeat the means of that night, block the suppression of the mountain top talisman, and restrain Ning Shu's spell, it didn't believe that Ning Shu still had such a forbidden weapon in his hand.

"Quick...... Fast...... Sacrifice to the river god!" Mu Qing'er shouted intersectingly.

Before the villagers could react, they subconsciously looked in the direction of the river temple, only to see a young man in green clothes standing in front of the temple, looking at the river with a solemn expression.

It was Ning Shu, as a cultivator, who could clearly feel the mood fluctuations of more than 100 people by the river, in addition to the previous fear, now he was a little more confused.

"Only the river god can kill the demons in the river!" Mu Qing'er said anxiously: "He needs us." ”

Although everyone didn't know why, they still knew that this teenager needed his own support.

Everyone prayed in their hearts, and the object of prayer was the young man standing in front of the temple of the river god.

This is a kind of mutual relationship, and the people on the shore sketch the image of Ning Shu in their hearts.

Hold a sword, ride the waves, and slay demons.

And Ning Shu's ears kept remembering some subtle sounds, from vague to clear, which were the prayers in the hearts of the people.

It was as if a river had appeared in front of his eyes, and every vein in the river was extremely clear, where it flowed, where it went, and where it originated......

Familiar with Ning Shu, he felt that he was a wave in this river, unrestrained.

A cool feeling rushed straight to the perceptual world behind his eyebrows.

This is a precursor to blessing the divine position and becoming a detractor.

Compared to the Heaven Swallowing King's use of fear as a wish to achieve the position of the river god, Ning Shu's power of faith to achieve the position of the river god is undoubtedly much smoother.

But he is an immortal monk, and it is absolutely impossible for him to fall into Shinto.

Ning Shu had already prepared, he summoned the purple butterfly on the river back, and then transferred the cool feeling that rushed into the perceptual heaven and earth to the blank wings of the butterfly.

Purple Butterfly is Ning Shu, naturally he can bear the wishes of the people of this South Curtain Village, and he can just avoid falling into the Divine Dao, this is a safe way that he has thought of these days, as for how to deal with these wishes in the future, it is not something he has to consider now.

A clear stream of water gushed out from the center of the eyebrows, floating in mid-air, at a glance, it was clearer than the clearest river water, and in this small section of the water, it seemed that the faces of every person in Nanlian Village could be seen.

When the water peeled away from Ning Shu's eyebrows, the voices of prayer disappeared as well.

The water flow slowly poured into the wings of the purple butterfly, and the blank wings like crystals slowly became vivid, as if injected with a burst of vitality, and Ning Shu also felt a strange mana in his body.

Unstable, but very pure, very different from the meaning of ordinary monks.

Two of the four wings of the purple butterfly have increased lines, namely the method of the original god and the sword technique, both of which have their own sense of mystery, and when the wish power of all beings is added, the whole butterfly becomes more vivid.

Live and die with Fengyundu.

Ning Shu finally understood how the gods were subject to one side, the gods enjoyed the incense of one side, the more vigorous the incense, the stronger the mana, but at the same time, not only the mana, but even the life was tied to the water and soil of the side he protected.

It's like this stormy crossing.

If he falls into the Shinto and becomes the river god who crosses the wind and rain, when the people believe in him, his mana will be quickly improved, but if he loses the faith of the people, the entire divine soul may collapse.

And the same is true of the river basin, if the wind and rain cross the river and the water is exhausted, he will also die as a river god.

Too many restrictions.

Ning Shu was very glad that he had a special incarnation to use, and he did not bind his perception heaven and earth while carrying the power of his wishes.

The purple butterfly is flying, and the starlight and sword light are flashing on the left and right tail wings below, respectively, while the butterfly wing on the upper left is a small shadow of water.

"Wind and rain crossing the river god ......"

Such a magnificent sentence echoed in the hearts of everyone in front of the bank, and even everyone in the entire Qingxi Town could hear it, but as for the name of the river god, no one knew.

But the people of Nanlian Village can be sure that this river god should be the young man standing in front of the river temple.

Now that they have a clear goal, although people have fear of the Heaven Swallowing King in their hearts, they are more pinning their hopes on Ning Shu's body.

The phantom of the river area on the purple butterfly's wings gradually became solidified, and with such changes, Ning Shu had a deeper understanding of the wind and rain crossing.

It is no longer a simple river, it seems to have become a blood vein in his body.

This bloodline is very thin and small, insignificant compared to the entire Jing River that originates from Kunlun Mountain, but it is enough for Ning Shu, who now wants to get rid of demons.

He could see that there was a demonic aura in the wind and rain crossing in front of him, like dirt blocked in the clear spring, making the entire wind and rain crossing basin covered with a layer of gray dead silence, and what Ning Shu had to do was to clean up the blocked things and return the place to a clean place.

In the past, as long as the Heaven Swallowing King escaped or hid in the depths of the Wind and Rain Crossing, Ning Shu would not find it, but since he obtained the position of the river god, everything in this river will have nowhere to hide.

And the advantage of the Heaven Swallowing King's self-control of the river domain will no longer exist.

Purple butterflies flew over the wind and rain, and countless waves below cheered for it.