In the open space in front of the river temple in Nanlian Village, many people gathered together, although it was a cold wind, but the atmosphere in the field was still anxious.

"All the immortal masters must be great supernatural beings who came out of the famous mountains, masters. Save us, little old man on behalf of the entire Nanlian Village, never forget your kindness. ”

Father Mu pleaded, his face was covered with muddy tears, his rickety body became more and more rickety, and his knees almost fell to the ground.

The girl hugged her old father hard, with some expectation on her face, but more disappointment.

Ning Shu could see it clearly from a distance, this girl was the woman he had saved from the land in the mountains before.

Looking at that scene, it seemed that the villagers were asking these sect disciples to do something.

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Nanlian Village has survived on the side of the Jing River since ancient times, and the wind and rain crossing is almost the root of the nurturing of this small riverside village, so every household has a river god seat, and there is a river temple by the river as a place of worship.

It is believed that with the protection of the river god, even if the sky falls apart, the people of the village will be safe and sound.

But this kind of tranquility has changed three years ago, the demon spirit occupies the river basin, causing chaos in the world, although the river god has a manifestation, but it does nothing, until it finally disappears, and all the people in the village are given to the monster.

The collapse of faith is terrifying, even if it is just a small river god.

Since then, the people of Nanlian Village have lived a life like hell.

The people who used to fish for their business were unable to achieve normal harvests, either empty nets, or those salvaged were those fishy dead things, and the ships that used to pass through the trade were no longer passing through the wind and rain after many boat wrecks and deaths.

And the people of the village have no other way but to find a way out, but where will such a village that has lived here for generations be their home?

Moreover, the mortal people simply have no ability to leave this territory.

The Nannuma Kingdom had sent cultivators, and even some passing monks took the initiative to take action, but in the end they all failed, and it also attracted the wrath of the demon spirits in the river even more.

In half a month, it will be the sacrifice.

Because the demon spirit in the river was enraged, the sacrifice changed from cows, sheep and livestock to boys and girls.

Nanlian Village was already suffering, and it was a difficult choice.

If you don't go to the sacrifices, maybe the village will cease to exist from now on.

Go to the sacrifice, but who would dare to sacrifice their own children?

In the midst of such torment, they ushered in cultivators with an elegant, immortal wind and dao bones flying from the sky.

The people of Nanjie Village didn't know why there were so many cultivators in the sky during this time, but there was no doubt that these legendary immortal-like figures brought them hope for life.

But the reality is often very cruel, and those cultivators who fly in the sky do not pay any attention to the cries and cries for help from the mortals below, and they don't even look at them more, just like their free and easy temperament.

Neither prostrations nor prayers touched these people who crossed the sky.

They all looked anxious, but what could be more anxious than human life?

"Aren't all immortals based on the principle of saving the world, why are they so indifferent?"

Mu Qing'er thinks so, she was born in this Nanlian Village since she was a child, and since she can remember, she has been sitting on the edge of this Jing River, watching Daddy Mu row the fishing boat at sunrise and sunset.

She is very familiar with the water and the people here, and her favorite is the statue of the river god in the river temple.

Peaceful, quiet, and whenever she walks into the River Temple, there is a devotion that comes from the heart.

Because of this, she took on all the work of the river temple, such as sacrifices, cleaning, worship, etc......

Over time, Mu Qing'er was infected with an indescribable temperament, and her physique was exceptionally good, and she rarely got sick, and the people in the village said that she was blessed by the river god.

However, now, everything is different, there is no peaceful atmosphere in the river temple, and the entire South Curtain Village has lost its former prosperity.

As a sacrifice to the River Temple, she could only watch it happen, and could do nothing.

Because they don't know how to practice, they put the hope of salvation in the hands of those practitioners who can save them.

Today, these are the few people who are willing to descend from heaven to earth to listen to them.

And they will be the only hope for the whole village, if these cultivators still refuse to save them, in the end, they can only sacrifice in exchange for a chance to live.

Helpless.

Mu Qing'er looked at the men and women in front of her who were wearing robes made of fine silk crochet, their eyebrows and eyes were proud, and they were full of divine light, like gods, with both hope and some worries.

In the past, she had a good impression of these fairy-like figures, but after experiencing all kinds of indifference and ignorance, and experiencing the viciousness of the land in the mountains, she gradually became a little desperate.

Therefore, looking at these cultivators who were glamorous on the surface and seemed to be righteous and awe-inspiring, she still felt in her heart that the ordinary young man in Tsing Yi who met in the mountains that day had a more reassuring temperament.

"The immortal masters are all immortal assets, and they will definitely reach the top of the immortal path in the future, and our Nanlian Village will definitely set up immortal tablets for all immortal masters......"

Listening to Father Mu's pleading, a proud look appeared on the face of a young man led by him.

They are all disciples of the Kunlun Celestial Phenomena Sect, and they went south out of the mountain according to the decree of the Kunlun Immortal Palace, although they are not as good as those disciples of the Nine Halls of the Immortal Palace, but they are also the leaders of the sects of Kunlun Mountain.

It's just that even though Daddy Mu has said this, they still haven't agreed, and in addition to pride, there is also some hesitation on their faces.

Hearing someone in this village calling for help before, adhering to the concept of eliminating harm for the people and killing demons, these disciples of the Celestial Planetarian Sect fell, thinking that it was a little monster that could be eliminated at hand, but they didn't expect that the situation here was far more serious than they thought at the beginning.

The climate here is different from the outside world is the "potential" of the demon spirit in the river, which can also be regarded as a kind of magic image of the monk who looks at the habitat, and can condense such a magic image that can change the environment and envelop the whole village, and its cultivation is also the hope of the habitat, as for the higher ones, they can't be sure, after all, the young man with the highest cultivation among them is only looking at the peak of the habitat.

"Senior brother, why don't we help them, I feel that they are quite pitiful. Behind the young man, a richly dressed woman whispered in an inquiring tone.

"I think we'd better go, the master told us before leaving the mountain, not to let us meddle in our affairs on the way, and for the sake of a mundane village, it is not worth spending some energy. The other said, shaking his head.

"Second Senior Brother Ke...... Isn't it the philosophy of our sect to help the world and save people, how can this be idle?" the woman said timidly.

"Senior sister, don't mess around, we are all cultivators, these worldly things will inevitably tie our Dao heart if you care too much, you have this thought that if you can't cultivate yourself, you will stop here, don't make mistakes. The man known as the second senior brother scolded in displeasure.

The woman lowered her head when she heard this, as the youngest one in this line, although she wanted to help, she couldn't be disrespectful to her senior brother, so she had to tug the sleeve of the young man in the lead, and said in a low voice: "Senior brother......"

The young man frowned, still hesitating.

The man behind him continued: "Senior brother, don't make a move, if it's an ordinary demon spirit, it's fine, but you and I have seen it, the monster in this river has obviously become the climate, and if there is any force standing behind it, we may have to cause big trouble for the sect." ”

"Let's not say that there is any power behind it, this kind of supernatural power is already amazing, senior brother, although you are powerful, but it will inevitably consume some cultivation, we are going south this time to meet fellow sects of other sects, the master has high hopes for you, you must not do this self-destructive move. ”

"Those other fellow travelers have not done anything here, so why should we do that. ”

The young man listened to the words in his ear, and looked at the old man who was almost kneeling in front of him, and the lines between his eyebrows became deeper and deeper.

Behind him, the Jing River is surging, and the wind and rain are cold.

The man who was called the second senior brother wanted to say something, but when he saw the young man, he sighed and said, "If we cultivators encounter a chaotic and mundane monster and retreat, what kind of path will we cultivate?"

"Since you have encountered it, then you want it to know the prestige of my Heavenly Phenomena Sect!"

The golden light flashed in the young man's hand, and a gold brick appeared in his hand, and the cold wind was stagnant, and in a golden light, it spread to the wind and rain in the distance.

The originally stable river water seemed to sense something, and instantly rolled up a huge wave more than ten meters high to meet the golden light.

Like a flood, the momentum of the river.

"The demons are rampant!"

The young man shouted, stepped out of the soles of his feet, and appeared on the wind and rain in a blink of an eye, and the golden bricks in his hands were raised, instantly becoming larger, intending to use magic weapons to suppress the entire river basin below.

A roar came from the river waves, and a huge black shadow could be faintly seen making waves in it.

"It's worthy of Senior Brother, that monster has been suppressed at the moment, and when you meet our Celestial Elephant Sect, you are waiting to confer the head!" said with a smile to the man who had stopped the young man from making a move.

"Boom!"

A loud bang exploded on the surface of the river, and the seemingly suppressed waves instantly doubled, swallowing the gold brick in mid-air directly into it.

The young man secretly said that it was not good, and turned around and wanted to run away, but before he could react, the wave slapped on him, and it was hard to imagine how powerful a wave was, and it actually knocked a monk who wanted to live out of the way.

"Senior brother!"

Looking at the young man who was knocked away and then fled and disappeared into the mountains, the disciples of the Heavenly Elephant Sect standing in front of the River Temple didn't care about saying anything, and hurriedly drove the Divine Rainbow to chase after him.

This was how the battle ended, ending in a crushing defeat for the disciples of the Celestial Phenomena Sect.

The momentum of the angry waves continued unabated, and the wind and thunder gusted in mid-air, shaking people's eardrums.