"Tell the temple of Lingxiao, respect the decree of the Jade Emperor, and sacrifice me to the god of wind and rain across the river today. ”

Mu Qing'er stood up and said loudly in the face of the wind and rain, the white smoke from the burning incense spread to the top of the entire village, and the wind and rain that were enough to destroy the cultivators all turned into ordinary rain after passing through the smoke, and it could not hurt mortals in the slightest.

Someone in the village lifted the altar out of the house, and wiped the dust on it with rain on the spot, revealing the dark red bottom below, the pattern on it has long been worn out after a hundred years, but it can vaguely identify the waves, the old man, the dragon, the clouds and rain and other pictures, and the background relief of the entire altar is the wind and rain.

It is very similar to the scene in front of him, the same pouring rain, the waterspout connecting the heavens and the earth, and the drowsy sky, but the only difference is that now in the air is a young man in Tsing Yi fighting with a giant fish, and the altar picture is the old man and the dragon fighting.

This is the original river god of Fengyudu, and it was also canonized by the Lingxiao Treasure Hall above the nine heavens at that time, and the picture tells the story of the river god slaying demons in ancient times.

"The god of the Jing River blesses the south curtain, and the wind and rain have a spirit to protect the people. ”

"The incense is prosperous for nine days, and faith is not extinguished, and the water and soil are safe. ”

Mu Qing'er stood in front of the altar, facing the wind and rain without fear, looking very majestic, she didn't know why she said these words, in terms of the books she had read, she couldn't have such insight at all, but when she stood in front of the altar and looked at the young man in the air, these mysterious words burst out from the bottom of her heart and automatically spoke.

After the words fell, in addition to the altar that was carried out, there were incense burners and drums, as well as a series of things used for sacrifices.

The river god disappeared for a long time, and these things were forgotten for a long time, but on this day, they finally reappeared on the edge of the Jing River.

Mu Qing'er picked up a mask from the altar, tied it with a straw rope and half-covered her face, and draped her dark red robe over her body, and in just a short time, she changed from a fisherman girl by the river to a real divine servant.

Having studied etiquette in the River Temple since she was a child, she naturally did so, without any sense of abruptness, as if this outfit was tailor-made for her.

She held a wooden staff in her hand and thrust it into the water, making a splash.

Fifty strings, wooden staff and her, three different breaths stood in front of the turbulent river waves, like a wall, keeping all the water in front of him, it was difficult to get closer to the village, although there was a lot of white smoke from the incense, but it was not heavy, but it was very light, with a feeling of reassurance, not only obstructing the mana in the wind and rain, but also making Mu Qing'er extraordinarily sacred.

"Set up the altar, beat the war drums, and sacrifice to my god who crosses the river through wind and rain. ”

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Ning Shu was trapped in the waterspout, locked by the wind and rain, except for throwing the fifty strings, he didn't know what was happening outside, but suddenly felt that the power of faith in his body that had been dimmed became strong, as if dry wood had been ignited, and then it was blown by the wind, and suddenly turned into a raging fire.

He was overjoyed, his wrist raised slightly, and the long sword in his hand was shrouded in a milky white light.

The origin of this long sword has been unknown, since Yuan Youtao bought it and gave it to him, he has always been with him, except for the extra sharpness, there is no mana, but it can accommodate different legal intentions, whether it is the murderous aura in the temple of Jialan Mountain, or the power of Taiyin in front of the Hanshan Temple, or the power of faith now, it can be injected into this long sword, it can be said that it is not a magic weapon, but it is like a magic weapon.

"Scatter!"

With a swing of the long sword, the milky white air flow directly cut off the waterspout, and Ning Shu jumped out of it.

The Sky Swallowing King only felt that the river around him was not under his command, and quickly retreated to both sides, and the milky white light on the long sword in Ning Shu's hand seemed to be the soul of this river, even if he controlled an entire river area, he couldn't compare to one of them.

The sword momentum did not stop, cutting off the waterspout and stabbing straight at the head of the Sky Swallowing King.

Like the stars in the night, scorching and dazzling.

The King of Heaven Swallowing didn't even see Ning Shu's people, only saw a sword rushing straight down as if it had come to life, half a breath was gone, the sword was already in front of him, it lost the protection of the river, and the wind and rain in front of it were also dispersed, so it could only shake the horns in front of its forehead, and at the same time, a cloud of black gas spewed out from its mouth around its body, wanting to quickly escape into the river.

The blade slashed at the horns, rubbing out a string of sparks, but it was not cut off, and the Sky Swallowing King endured the pain, secretly rejoicing in the strength of his demon body, and was about to escape into the river, but he didn't expect that there was a person standing behind the black gas.

The purple light in Ning Shu's hand flickered, instantly condensing into a rune, which was a kind of palm print among the various spells he had cultivated in the back mountain of Taifu, and he slapped a palm at the Heaven Devouring King, sending it directly into the dark clouds in the sky.

The power of faith has not diminished, it has become more and more heavy, and for a moment, Ning Shu even felt that this wind and rain could be used by him.

Fengyudu was boiling again, but this time it was in Ning Shu's hands.

The river was surging into the sky, and Ning Shu stood at the head of the waves, holding a long sword and slashing into the sky.

At this moment, because of the sacrifice in Nanlian Village, he really became one with this wind and rain river basin.

Faith, water.

This is what it takes to become a god.

And the Heaven Swallowing King has lost control of the river region, and he can no longer trap Ning Shu, nor can he escape.

The long sword pointed straight at the sky, and the killing intent dispersed the dark clouds a few points.

There was a roar from the dark clouds, and the Sky Swallowing King rolled in the clouds, although it was a fish, but a dragon shadow faintly appeared behind it, and four places protruded from its abdomen, and the flesh and blood were blurred, as if it was about to grow four sharp claws.

There was thunder in the sky, and the higher you go, the worse the wind and rain became.

It's going to turn into a dragon.

Ning Shu guessed that the Heaven Devouring King must not be an ordinary demon spirit, maybe it came out of the great demon inheritance in the Infinite Mountain, otherwise how could a water tribe know such a profound method.

According to rumors, this method of turning into a dragon is the inheritance of the Canglong clan, and it has never been passed on, and anyone who wants to take advantage of this transcendence in the water tribe must go through a strict assessment, and the current state of the Sky Swallowing King is the precursor of turning into a dragon.

Previously, it had already had horns on its head, its tail turned into a dragon shape, and its body was covered with dragon armor, according to the normal realm, it has reached its limit, if it wants to continue to evolve to the next stage, it must break through the Wangsheng realm, and at this moment forcibly turn into a dragon, it is the idea of burning with Ning Shu jade.

The sky was dark, and the villagers standing in front of the altar could not see what was happening in the air, only to hear bursts of roars like dragons and the sound of swords drawn with gold and iron.

The incense on the ground has not been burned out, and there are three large incense sticks in the incense burner, and in the smoke, even children dare to open their eyes and look at the sky.

The sea of clouds rolls like the river before.

A figure flew out of the clouds and hung in midair.

It's Ningshu.

Through the cracks in the dark clouds, you can see the huge black shadow in the clouds, dancing and exuding a fierce aura.

"Come! sacrifice, help Gongzi He kill the demon!"

Mu Qing'er personally picked up the drumstick and threw it towards the cowhide drum, don't look at it as a woman, her wrist is delicate, but every time the drum hammer hits the drum surface, it will make a surging sound, which is not weaker than the snare drum in the barracks.

The sound of this drum is extremely rhythmic, resounding around Nanlian Village, and even Qingxi Town can be heard.

The village chief led everyone to shout: "Please Gongzi He slay the demon and know the way!"

At the same time, the smoke from the incense burner slowly drifted into the sky.

The purple butterfly floated upwards with the smoke, making it even more extraordinary in the smoke.

Ning Shu only felt that the mana in his body was replenished again, and it was still rising, about to overflow.

He understood that these were not his powers, but the wishes of those people, and this kind of power that was different from the immortal path made him feel very magical.

The purple butterfly landed on Ning Shu's shoulder, and then fused into it.

Stepping on the river waves, Ning Shu once again rushed into the tumbling sea of clouds.

The appearance of the Sky Swallowing King at this moment is very strange, the huge fish body, the scales under the abdomen have fallen off, there are four legs, the horns in front of the forehead can still see the sword marks, the original two long beards are only one, and the eyes are full of red blood.

It forcibly turned into a dragon at the moment, and when the time came, even if it didn't die, it would disperse its cultivation.

Wind and rain have blessed it, allowing it to cast spells as unhindered as it does in the water.

The wind and rain smashed the river waves, tightly binding the sword in Ning Shu's hand, and the bodies of the two had already attacked each other no less than a hundred times, Rao is Ning Shu's strong physique also felt a burst of chest tightness, and the Sky Swallowing King was already covered in blood.

The village chief of Nanlian Village looked at the altar in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice: "When this demon first came to our Nanlian Village that year, it was also such a cloudy day with heavy rain and pouring, I knew that the river god had appeared that time, but we did not sacrifice him, causing the river god to disappear. ”

"It is said in ancient books that the power of faith is a complementary relationship, and the river god has protected us and others for several generations, but we are so cowardly that we can't even cheer for the river god. ”

"After that, those cultivators didn't want to save us, and they couldn't complain about them, but today He Gongzi threw his blood for more than 100 of us, how can we let others down again!"

After speaking, he shouted into the air: "Today, my Nanlian Village will give all my faith to He Gongzi, and my Nanlian Village will cross the wind and rain, and live and die with He Gongzi!"

The sound of cheers and drums echoed in this world, mighty.

The wind and rain roared, and the electric light lit up the sky.

More and more people appeared at the entrance of Nanlian Village, they are all the people of Qingxi Town, who have regarded Nanlian Village as a forbidden place over the years and refused to take half a step, but at this moment, in order to help the river god kill demons, they all joined the ranks of sacrifices.

"Boom!"

"Knock...... Knock ......"

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

"Adhering to the sky, today I will have a clear party in Nanlian Village. ”

The ruined river temple was slowly enveloped in a milky white light, and the smoke condensed into a mist that shot straight into the clouds.