Although Ning Shu's robe is not a magic weapon, it is the same as the Miluo Yingyue robe given to him by the King of the Golden Horn when he was in Tushi Palace before, it can avoid swords and guns, and it does not stick to water and fire.

And the wind that kept blowing didn't seem to be violent, but Ning Shu's perception of heaven and earth seemed to be burned, and the purple qi on the fifty strings was like a fire in the wind, which would not stop.

Especially after the wind and rain, the already fragile power of faith intensified the speed of fading, and the wings of the purple butterfly became more and more transparent.

Rain is not rain, wind is not wind.

The most central position of this oppressive atmosphere was in the middle of the storm, and Ning Shu now wondered if there was something underwater, otherwise how could it attract such a strange wind and rain.

It is not difficult to find from the legends handed down from ancient times in Nanlian Village that this wind and rain crossing is a blessed place in the future of the King of Swallowing Heaven, and the fog does not melt all year round, combined with Ning Shu's observation and groping in this place these days, he vaguely feels that this place is not as simple as it seems.

Although the King of Heaven Swallowing has the cultivation of approaching the dream realm, after all, he is only a demon beast that has not yet turned into a human form, and the skills he has learned are only the basic skills of the water tribe, but with these alone, he can persuade the sect monks who came forward and the inheritance of the Nanmarsh Holy Maiden Tower, and in the end, he can continue to hold on to Ning Shu, who has obtained the power of faith.

And Ning Shu is holding fifty strings equivalent to half of the innate magic weapon, cultivating the inheritance of the demon clan, and the physical body is beyond the realm of hope, with the addition of the power of faith, the cultivation of the two can already be brought closer, and the sword that finally fell from the sky is even more nirvana, but it cannot continue due to the sudden arrival of the wind and rain, and the cause and effect relationship is obvious.

This Heaven Swallowing King is not so easy to kill.

In less than a short time, the raindrops fell like soybeans, and there was no place on the surface of the river that was calm, densely covered with ripples.

Ordinary rain may be very light in weight and only rustle when it falls, but at this moment, the rain hits the lake with a popping sound like fried beans.

The wind is even worse, and there is no mana to control it, and with a breeze alone, the waves in the river are incomparably high, like ten thousand horses galloping on the battlefield.

Ning Shu stood in the air, the robe on his body had turned into a mortal thing, clinging to his body, and the rain-soaked hair had already been twisted together.

Feeling the drops of water on his cheeks, he frowned, because he could clearly feel that there was a strange mana mixed in this wind and rain, if the monks of the First Sleep Realm were here, the divine soul would be washed away by the rain, and the body would be blown to ashes by the wind, and even the monks of the Divine Mind Realm would not be able to avoid falling into the mortal world.

As for the ordinary Habitat Realm cultivators, although they will not have much impact, if they want to make a move, they are afraid that their mana will only be less than twenty percent left.

Because this wind and rain is a devastating blow to the monk's perception of heaven and earth or the power of belief in the gods, even for Ning Shu, whose physical body has surpassed his own cultivation under the tempering of the "Chengtian Imitation", this wind and rain has a sense of imprisonment on his body.

Ning Shu stared at the river below, because of the wind and rain, he couldn't capture the whereabouts of the Sky Swallowing King, he had been a river god for a short time, and at this moment, his spiritual sense was erased.

"Calling the Wind and Rain......"

He said in a low voice, picking up a handful of water with his hand, remembering that he had done the same thing when he was in Ping'an City, and he couldn't help but feel a little touched.

The mountains in the distance had been eroded, and the dense forest seemed to be shot by random arrows, and if the South Curtain Village had not been protected by him, it would have been reduced to ruins.

If the river embankment is washed down, then the downstream Qingxi Town will also be submerged and turned into a scene full of corpses and bones, which is the sin of heaven and anger.

"Wind and rain shouldn't be like this......"

......

......

For the current stormy situation, not only Ning Shu in the air had a headache, but the Sky Swallowing King who dived to the bottom of the river couldn't believe it.

It has a unique spell, and it has not been obtained for a long time, but it is very clever, with its cultivation of now stepping into the realm of knowing dreams with half a foot, although it can only simply call the wind and rain, it is enough to wipe out the monks who want to live in the realm.

Originally, it would consume many years of cultivation to use it once, as a means of saving life at the bottom of the box, but when it saw the killing intent of Ning Shu's sword, it did not hesitate to use it, but it didn't expect that it would not be able to help Ning Shu at all.

"Impossible!"

The Heaven Swallowing King couldn't accept this scene in front of him at all, he could really see it in the water, Ning Shu stood in the air like no one else, in its expectation, even if Ning Shu cultivated a profound body refining method, when he encountered his own spell, he would have to shed his skin if he didn't die, how could he enjoy it so much?

"It must be an illusion!"

It can feel that Ning Shu's mastery of the river region is also weakening because of the dissipation of the power of faith, and he has been blessed with spells, although his cultivation will be damaged, but as long as he gets rid of Ning Shu and becomes the god of crossing the river through this wind and rain, everything will be made up as it is, and even the cultivation will go further.

The torrent is choppy, and under the action of the wind, the wind and rain cross the river waves again.

From a distance, a waterspout connected the river with the dark clouds, and Ning Shu had been swallowed up.

There was no human figure in the whirlpool, only a little purple light flickering.

The King of Heaven Swallowing urged the river waves, and the water tribes around him who had given birth to spiritual wisdom used their own housekeeping skills and rushed towards the village.

The soldiers were divided into two ways, the Heaven Swallowing King fought Ning Shu alone, while the rest of the demons wanted to take advantage of Ning Shu's trapping by the waves to destroy the source of his last bit of faith.

"He's done. ”

There were many shocked people in the mountains and forests who were looking at everything in front of them, including mountain demons, cultivators passing by, and even gods in nearby cities.

They were all shocked by the devastating picture.

From a distance, the radius of Nanlian Village was shrouded in dark clouds, and the clouds flickered like lightning dragons and snakes, and the whole cloud poured like a river that burst its embankment, and the fluctuations of law and intention emitted were enough to destroy a town.

"I didn't expect the Heaven Swallowing King in the river to have such a method, fortunately I didn't offend him, it seems that there will be one more river god in this Jing River from now on. Someone in the upper reaches of the wind and rain crossing said.

"Yes, I've never heard of such a spell, and it's really shocking that it can achieve such an effect, and I'm afraid I won't be able to survive even ten rounds if I go. ”

"Bai Lao is modest, you are a cultivator who has half a foot into the realm of knowing dreams. ”

"This is a mistake, this spell is also cast by the Heaven Devouring King, not to mention those great supernatural powers, if it is cast by a cultivator who knows the peak of dreams, it will really destroy the world. ”

In addition to the discussion of the immortals in the realm of Qingxi Town, the disciples of the nearest Celestial Phenomena Sect were also discussing.

"Senior brother, is he really going to die?"

The young man was silent for a while and replied: "This river demon method is indeed to reach the sky, but if you want to kill the heir of the temple sacrifice wine, it is a little too simple, but if the village is really destroyed and loses the power of faith, it is estimated that he will inevitably be defeated and retreat." ”

As if in response to the young man's words, when he saw that a group of river spirits were about to approach the village, a purple light shot out from the tornado, cut a grass carp spirit directly from the head, and then inserted it into the land in front of the village.

Those menacing shrimp soldiers and crabs will only feel cold all over the body, and some of them are even frightened on the spot and die in place.

Ning Shu, who was in the tornado, had been feeling the changes in the mana in his body, in fact, neither this wind and rain nor the waterspout were particularly threatening to him, but the most fatal thing was the fading of the power of faith.

If no one believes, he will fall back to his original form, and the Sky Swallowing King will lose his hindrance.

That's why he threw Fifty Strings out to protect the South Curtain Village.

This situation cannot be maintained for a long time, and there must be a way to break the situation.

Just when Ning Shu was at a loss, the whole world suddenly fell silent, as if someone had pressed a mechanism that could turn off all sounds.

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......

"Click. ”

After a moment of silence, a crisp sound sounded, not loud, but abrupt.

The wooden door of a house in the village was pushed open, and Mu Qing'er walked out, with determination in her eyes, she was holding three sticks of incense in her hands, and the green smoke was rising, and even the heavy rain could not extinguish it, and it could not even affect it in the slightest.

The top of the incense burned a little white, and the dried part turned into incense ash, which was blown by the wind and floated to the surface of the river.

Amazingly, the originally choppy surface of the river calmed down after falling into the ashes, like a tamed beast.

More and more doors were pushed, and all the villagers of Nanlian Village came out, regardless of men, women, and children, each of them held three pillars of incense in their hands.

Their expressions may have been a little frightened, and their hands holding incense may have trembled a little, but when they saw the sword standing on the boundary between the land and the river, those fears, hesitations, and hesitations disappeared completely, leaving only bravery.

The crowd gradually gathered together, and under the leadership of Mu Qing'er, they walked to the edge of the wave, fearless of the river that was about to overflow the shore, and inserted the incense in their hands next to the fifty strings in turn, and then stood behind the sword, silently looking at the wind and rain and the drowsy sky.

Fifty strings were stuck diagonally in the earth, but they seemed very straight, and the incense around them did not dissipate, but floated around the long sword, lingering, lingering.

Each stick of incense is like a small sword, heading straight for the nine heavens.

Mu Qing'er looked up, and seemed to be able to see Ning Shu's appearance in the tornado, as the divine servant of the former river god, she knew the importance of the power of faith, and also knew that only by leading the villagers to take action could she help that young man.

Thinking of this, she fell on her knees, prostrated her head with great sincerity, and said in a loud voice:

"Sacrifice - river - god. ”