"There is a spirit in the south curtain, and its name is wind and rain. ”

"The goodness of wind and rain moistens Qingxi for more than ten miles. ”

"There is a demon at the bottom of the river, swallowing the sky. ”

"The Sky Eater, with the wind and waves, is also a monster. ”

"Bitterness, sorrow, and misery. ”

"Today, there is a manifestation of the river god, holding a demon fairy sword. ”

"All souls sacrifice to each other. ”

"Humanity is vast, and Shinto is brilliant, if there is a demon to resist. ”

"Dancing with a sword kills you. ”

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"The river god rides the wind and rain, leaning on the sword to the sky. ”

"The world is clear. ”

"Slash, slash, slash!"

On the edge of the stormy crossing, in addition to the earth-shattering drums and people's prayers, there was also a huge sound.

The village chief turned his head to look and saw a middle-aged man dressed as a teacher and a group of young scholars holding a scroll on a river embankment downstream of the wind and rain crossing, and reading aloud.

Where would the people of Qingxi Town not know this teaching gentleman, he is the best gentleman in the entire Qingxi Territory, and even the best scholar in the Nanmarsh Country, only because he is tired of the court competition, so he found a small town in a quiet corner to spread the way of the sage.

There is such a heroic and righteous scholar who personally wrote a sacrificial speech and led a group of students to read it aloud, occupying a share of glory on the wind and rain.

The sound is like thunder, which is deafening.

How could Ning Shu, who was also a scholar, not be familiar with this arrogant aura, he only felt that the Haoran sword intent in the sword that had been cultivated for a long time had been awakened, and the Heaven Swallowing King in front of him would inevitably become the wisp of soul under the sword.

The wind and rain seemed to have stopped suddenly, the clouds no longer flowed, and the only thing that could move in this world was Ning Shu.

The waves rise, and the sword arrives.

The cold light is cold and murderous.

The stagnant clouds seemed to be frozen, and snowflakes began to fall downward.

In the eyes of the mortals below, Ning Shu was like a dazzling star at this moment, clearing the layers of clouds and mist, and spreading hope.

The Sky Swallowing King only stopped for two breaths, and then began to tremble violently, trying to free himself from this confinement, but no matter how much it struggled, it couldn't do it take half a step away from this cloud, and looking at the cold light in front of him, he couldn't help but have his heart and gall split.

He shouted loudly, "I am a demon attached to the Canglong clan of the Infinite Mountain......

Before he finished speaking, the sword light had already slashed through its neck, and a clear line of blood surrounded its neck in a full circle.

Red dots ooze out, and then explode with blood flowers.

A huge fish carcass fell from the clouds and smashed on the shore.

Without waiting for everyone to exclaim, a golden demon pill emerged from the fish's head and fled towards the river at lightning speed, but faster than it was a purple light, and the next moment the golden light flashed, it was nailed to the ground by a purple sword.

The demon pill bursts, turning into a puddle of golden liquid, which is then absorbed by Fifty Strings.

The Heaven-Swallowing King's divine form was scattered, and his cultivation was scattered in the heavens and the earth, and the sky, which was originally shrouded in dark clouds and black as night, slowly cleared, and the climate that was different from other places also returned to normal.

The waves were calm, Ning Shu slowly fell from the sky into the water, his feeling was the strongest, as soon as the Heaven Swallowing King died, the demonic aura emitted by the entire wind and rain crossing was suddenly swept away, and the smell of rot in the river water disappeared, and a clean cloud condensed again on the top of the mountain.

The wind and rain in the wings of the purple butterfly became more and more condensed, Ning Shu could see every scenery in the river, even every particle of dust, the river waves flowed smoothly, every drop of water in it was the wish of the people, and it was also the foundation for Ning Shu to transcend the realm and kill demons.

At this moment, the wind and rain crossed more than ten miles of water, and he could naturally see the prayers of the people in Qingxi Town and the scholar standing on the embankment downstream.

He and Ning Shu exchanged a salute from a body of water, then turned to leave without saying a word.

"Meet the River God!"

The people in front of the altar looked at Ning Shu, who was standing on the water, half-hidden in the mist, and bowed down in unison.

"Close!"

Looking at the river bank that was flooded by the river, Ning Shu stretched out his hand and shouted softly, and with a grip of his five fingers, the river water retreated to its original position.

"Gather!"

As soon as the second word came out, the soil that had turned into mud quickly solidified together and became more solid than before.

All the immortal gods watching the battle in the mountains and forests were silent, especially the people who said that the Heaven Swallowing King would win were even more ugly, they were more or less monks or gods of the nearby sects, in a place like the southern country where the gods and immortals were mixed, everyone understood how important the power of faith was for a god.

And for Ning Shu to be able to completely grasp the momentum of the wind and rain in a very short period of time, and even kill the Heaven Swallowing King who had been entrenched here for three years, there was no doubt that a nail fell in their hearts.

There are such extraordinary characters in such a small river area as Fengyundu, and their ruthless and decisive actions are bound to pose an invisible threat to them.

The disciples of the Celestial Elephant Sect were also very silent, and the young man led by them had a complicated expression, they saw with their own eyes how Ning Shu stayed, and became a god, accepted the power of faith, and finally succeeded in slaying demons, especially under the premise that they failed to attack, they couldn't help but have some unbalanced mentality.

When the young man remembered that he was at the mountain gate, when he asked Shizun, the great power in heaven and earth, Shizun once commented on the Taifu of the Divine Dynasty:

"With the power of a few people, shake the world. ”

When he thought that the young man standing on the water at the bottom of the mountain was a dignified disciple of the three disciples of sacrificing wine, he was obviously an immortal monk, but he could magically touch the Shinto, whether it was talent or not, or what secret method he cultivated, he understood his master's evaluation more deeply.

In the eyes of all the junior brothers and sisters, the young man suddenly nodded to the wind and rain crossing below through the mountains and forests, and then bowed his hand, it turned out that I don't know when, the young man standing on the wind and rain crossing had already looked here.

"Let's go. The young man turned and said.

"Senior brother...... Do you want to report the situation here? Someone asked hesitantly.

"If I haven't seen this matter these days, although we are disciples of the Daomen, Taifu will definitely not be able to provoke it, and it is good to stand up. After thinking for a while, the young man continued: "If he also goes south, we will definitely meet him in the Snow Country, and we will have a good relationship at this moment, and we will meet in the future." ”

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Ning Shu stood on the surface of the river and looked around, not looking at the surrounding scenery, but looking at those hidden behind the scenery, he did not hide the qi on his body, and even held the long sword in his hand.

Draw your sword and look around.

Deter.

He knew that he wasn't a true god, and that he couldn't be here for generations, so he wanted to scare the evil spirits around him through today's storm.

The waves dispersed, and Ning Shu came out of the mist and met the people watching him on the riverbank.

The incense of the sacrifice is still burning, and the smoke is filled, and this moment seems to sublimate an ordinary small fishing village a lot.

The river demon has been removed, the people are running to tell each other, Qingxi Town and the cities outside Qingxi Town have already known that there is a god in the wind and rain crossing of this Nanlian Village, slaying demons and eliminating demons, and returning a party Qingming in the river basin.

But since that day of demon eradication, no one has ever seen the legendary young man with eyes like cold stars and a long sword in his hand.

But no one doubts that the river god has disappeared again, but the incense of the river god is getting stronger and stronger, and every household has once again offered a statue of the river god, the appearance of a young man.

And the South Curtain Village also began to repair the long-abandoned river temple.

They replaced the rotten beams and pillars, and used the backbone of the Heaven Swallowing King as the main hall of the entire temple, and the remaining bone spurs were all changed into beams, and the round arch of the fish's mouth was the main entrance of the river temple, and the pieces of dragon armor were also fished up by the fishermen and turned into roof tiles.

Everything was built according to the highest standard temple plan, after all, the King of Heaven Swallowing was a demon spirit who had achieved cultivation, and the bones were shining even after death, and the most precious horn was made into a candlestick for the statue of the god by the craftsman.

Incense burns endlessly, and many people come to worship every day, especially pilgrims from afar.

With this series of projects, the power of faith in Ning Shu's purple butterfly became thicker and thicker, gradually surpassing the brilliance on the other two wings.

This is also an aspect of his trouble.

The benefits of the power of faith are endless, and the unspeakable benefits of the gods and the people he blesses, the gods can improve their cultivation by obtaining the power of faith, and mortals who enter the temple to pray will also be cleansed of the impurities in their bodies by the power of faith, although they cannot live forever, but they can also reduce diseases.

But the premise of all this is that God wants to support his people for a long time, which is equivalent to signing an invisible document.

Ning Shu can't do this, after all, he is still an immortal monk, whether in terms of concept or other aspects, it is absolutely impossible to enter the Divine Dao, so this can bring about a mana increase, and the power of faith with many benefits is a burden that is difficult for him to get rid of now.

Believing in this kind of thing, there is hope and there is despair.

The former river god disappeared, leaving the people of a village to the king of the heaven-swallowing king, and despair filled the entire faith, so the river temple fell, and all the idols of the gods were covered with a thick layer of dust.

In order to eliminate the demon, Ning Shu took the initiative to accept the position of the river god, and in the attack with the King of Swallowing Heaven, he brought hope to the entire village, thus harvesting the power of faith, which was able to control the wind and rain and behead the demon under the sword.

If he wants to leave at this moment, it will undoubtedly bring an unbearable result to the people who already have hope, just like a person who finally climbed a cliff, saw the light, and was knocked back in an instant.

Yuan Youtao commented on those negative men who held their talents and hooked up with little girls.

"Give others hope without giving them a result, and at the same time enjoy the satisfaction that comes with the process. ”

Such a person will not end well.