There was some caution in the tone of the man who spoke, and he didn't dare to say it too loudly, as if he was extremely hesitant.

"Throw it away......" Another voice sounded: "The river god is long gone, if you don't throw it away, the demon in the wind and rain will drown us in a few days, and no one will be able to run away at that time." ”

In an iron shop in Qingxi Town, two men with their upper bodies who were striking iron buried their heads and discussed, their faces reflected the fire in the furnace, and one of them held a clay sculpture of a river god in his hand, his expression was a little nervous.

"This ...... Throw it away, if someone finds out, wouldn't it mean that we are blasphemous? The man holding the clay sculpture of the river god whispered.

Another man wiped the sweat from his forehead, rolled his eyes, looked at the statue of the river god, and then looked at the puddle of molten iron in front of him, the meaning was obvious, he wanted to throw this clay statue of the river god into the molten iron.

Ordinary people can't touch it, even a piece of iron can melt, let alone a clay sculpture that has lost its divinity.

Thinking of the threat of demons in the river these days, the man holding the clay sculpture gritted his teeth and threw the clay sculpture into it, only to hear a pop, although it was a solid clay sculpture, but it did not splash any sparks when it fell into the molten iron, but melted into it like a snowflake falling into the river, and then raised wisps of white smoke.

There was a look of surprise on the big man's face, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Is this ...... What the hell?"

The other big man sniffed and said in surprise, "This seems to smell of incense...... That's right, the shopkeeper of the king who buys incense in the town often has such an aroma. ”

Not only in the iron shop, such a scene can be seen in every place in Qingxi Town, in the courtyard of the rich family's house, in the school, or in the bun shop, everyone is very entangled in how to deal with the statue of the river god at home.

"Hurry up and throw it out!" said the rich merchant as he jumped to his feet in the backyard warehouse.

The wife of the rich merchant held the statue of the river god and did not let go, stared at the rich merchant, and said: "You have no conscience, you are threatened by that demon and will drive away the river god, have you forgotten who rescued you when the merchant ship leaked in the storm?"

"Stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood...... When the limelight passes, let's ask for another one......" The rich merchant shook his head and said: "Who is the river god, as long as it doesn't harm me, what about the demons in the river?"

Inside the yamen.

The official wearing the Nanmarsh official Mansion paced back and forth in front of the table, looking at the statue standing in the middle of the somewhat faded god frowned, there is no god like a city god in this Qingxi Town, since he came here to serve has been worshipping the river god, although he heard that the river god is not spiritual, but still did not retreat, at this moment was threatened by the river demon in the wind and rain to smash the river god statue, as a party of the honest and honest official he is doing a psychological struggle.

The master on the side said cautiously: "It's all clear, the river demon in the wind and rain crosses wants to prove the position of the river god, so we want Qingxi Town to smash the river god statue......"

The official was already in a bad mood, and when he heard this, he said angrily: "Is there still a royal law? Is there still a law? Although my Qingxi Town is not big, how can I let it be at the mercy of a demon, and Lao Tzu will be on the bar today." ”

"That'...... Shall we still smash it?"

"Fuck it, I'm going to drink fish soup tonight, or I'll be embarrassed to solve the hatred in my heart. ”

In the school.

No one was reading, and the schoolchildren in the audience were all looking at Mr. Fifteen standing in front of the bookcase with their hands in their hands, as if they were waiting for Mr. to make a decision.

There is not only a statue of the river god on the bookcase, but also an incense platform.

Mr. Teaching held his hands, kept sighing, and after dozens of steps back and forth, he stomped his foot fiercely and said: "We are all children who read the books of sages, respect the law of etiquette, and cultivate morality, how can we look at the evil party as a disaster, even if we can't kill the demons, we should also do our duty!"

With that, he took out a handful of incense from his robe, distributed it to each of the schoolchildren, lit it, and inserted it into the incense stand in turn.

The fragrance is bursting, and the white smoke is slowly rising.

The originally dark idol became a little brighter.

Different images are played out in the town, and the fate of each river god statue is different.

......

......

Ning Shu sat in front of the River Temple, he couldn't see the pictures in Qingxi Town, but he could clearly feel the changes in the purple butterfly in front of him, the phantom of the river region flickered and dimmed, and the mana transmitted was extremely unstable, and the overall trend was developing in the direction of disappearing.

He frowned, it was hard to imagine what kind of state a true god would be in in the face of such a situation, unable to obtain the power of faith, and at the same time having to be abandoned, for fear that his soul would collapse.

Shinto is indeed not easy to speculate, and there are too many secrets involved in it.

But there wasn't much time for Ning Shu to think about these things now, and his state of enlightenment was interrupted by the sound of rushing water not far away.

The wind and rain were boiling, and the river went upstream, forming waves dozens of feet high, and the turbid waves seemed to be combined with the dark clouds in the sky, as if the next moment would flood the river temple.

The Heaven Swallowing King saw that the power of Ning Shu's faith was about to collapse, so he launched a counterattack.

Above the waves, its huge black shadow swam in the clouds, imitating the dragon to hide in the clouds and drive the river waves down.

The creatures who had become spirits in the river looked at each other from afar, holding steel forks and short knives, like the confrontation between the two armies, and approaching Ning Shu with demonic energy.

The shrimp and crabs are waving their claws, the shells of the shells of the mussels are opening and closing up and down, the foam of the spit, and the loach and yellow eel are drilling in the mud, destroying the riverbank.

Demonic rage.

"Dare!"

Seeing that a few eels were about to emerge from the houses in Nanlian Village with a vicious light in their eyes, Ning Shu was furious, and crossed an arc in his hand, and cut those yellow eels into the ground.

He also knew that he couldn't delay any longer, and while his faith still existed, he could only fight, and if it was later, he was afraid that there would not be a piece of land left here that could stand on it.

"Little ones, rush to this king!" "The King of Heaven Swallowing laughed wildly: "Capture this river temple, each will have a reward!"

"When this king becomes a river god, I will give you an official knight!"

"Okay King!"

These arrogant remarks were accompanied by arrogant laughter around the river temple, and in just a moment, the temple that originally stood on the land was surrounded by the river, and the Heaven Swallowing King looked down on Ning Shu in the high waves.

Ning Shu can also control water now, but it will be much worse than the river demon.

Fifty Strings swims like a fish up the waves of the river at a dazzling speed, staining all the blood along the way, and then melting into the water.

For a time, all sorts of aquarium corpses floated on the water.

A black shadow pressed down, and the fishtail slashed straight at the top of Ning Shu's head like a big axe.

The River Temple couldn't withstand such a coercion, and trembled violently, in order to prevent the collapse of the River Temple, Ning Shu held a long sword in one hand to block, and the other hand shrouded the purple light to protect the entire temple under him.

The Sky Swallowing King flicked his tail over, full of strength, and its power could shatter a mountain, but when it landed on Ning Shu, it only made Ning Shu take a small step back.

Even Ning Shu was not beaten back, but used to retreat to relieve the impact of strength, and there was actually no damage.

"Why the fuck is so hard!" the Sky Swallowing King shouted in his heart as he felt the pain coming from his tail.

Ning Shu didn't care how it shouted, the clear light in his hand flashed, and the water control talisman was born at will, opening a passage in the waves like an iron wall, and then jumped out of the encirclement of the river waves.

He stood in the air dressed in green clothes, with a long sword under his feet, and the hem of his robe fluttering in the wind.

In the Divine Dynasty, there was a divine law control, so under normal circumstances, it was impossible to fly in the air, but in the southern country it was different, although it could not reach the Nine Heavens directly, but if the cultivation was enough, it could also be done in mid-air.

In the past, those sword immortals who flew with swords, if you look at the definition of mortals, Ning Shu has already stepped into this rank.

In the face of the Sky Swallowing King, whose water control skills are stronger than him, air combat is undoubtedly the best choice.

At this time, the wind and rain seemed to turn the world upside down, the air was torrential rain, black clouds covered the sky, the underground was raging, there was no flat land, there was a purple butterfly on one side of the village, and the wings flapped to block all the river water and prevent the river from flooding the village.

Ning Shu stepped on the long sword, accompanied by fifty strings by his side, and in the lightning one after another, the sword light slashed down from the air, breaking through layers of river waves, and accurately fell on the Heaven Swallowing King.

A sword barbed down.

Ning Shu jumped down, holding the sword in both hands and rushing straight into the river, the sword light rubbing against the air around him formed a fluctuation of magic intent, shaking the spirits who wanted to get close to him one after another.

It was like a star falling in the sky, slashing towards the Sky Devouring King with the power of annihilation.

Where did the King of Heaven Swallowing have this feeling of being overwhelmed, he was a big demon in the Wuliang Mountain, and this time he came out of the mountain to this wind and rain crossing, he wanted to achieve the position of the river god in one fell swoop and break through to the dream realm, but he didn't expect such a young man to appear at the most critical juncture, and he had to fight him to the end.

With its murderous intentions, the huge waves around it rose in response, and at the same time, the golden pill in front of its forehead was full of light, and the black scales around it all faded off, combining into a wall in front of it, these are the dragon armor that it has cultivated all these years of painstaking cultivation, collecting all kinds of heavenly and earthly treasures, and combining the power of the river region, and is now sacrificed to resist a sword falling from the sky.

Ning Shu didn't dodge, a sword stabbed on the black scales, the surrounding waves exploded, and the Heaven Swallowing King screamed and rolled into the river, those scales floated on the surface of the river, and they had lost their spirituality.

It was shocked by the murderous aura emitted by Ning Shu's sword, and seeing that even its strongest defensive dragon armor could not block this sword, it couldn't help but be horrified in its heart, and it didn't care about the scales it scattered, and it disappeared into the river in an instant as soon as it turned over.

Ning Shu didn't dare to relax in the slightest, and not long after the Heaven Swallowing King disappeared, the entire Fengyudu was shrouded in a depressing atmosphere.

There was thunder in the sky, and the rain became heavier and heavier, and the wind blew down on his face obliquely, and it also wet his robe.