On the edge of the river.

Su Ting sat down slowly.

He sat on the shore, his feet in the water, his eyes slightly closed, and he walked out quietly.

At the time of Middle Earth, although there were monsters, there were very few huge disasters, because the Daomen of Middle Earth was extremely strong, but wherever there were demons and aliens, there would be disciples of the Daomen to kill the demons and eliminate the demons.

And where the western soil is, in fact, it is the same, there are many temples, countless monks, and there is no lack of high monks and great virtues, who can suppress the demons who are causing chaos.

But this big demon king, the cultivation years must not be short, dare to be so blind and arrogant, and act recklessly in the world, there must be something to rely on.

"What a coincidence. ”

Su Ting muttered: "In the Pure Land of Bliss in the Western Heavens, a fierce demon has escaped, and a great demon king has also come to the Nether...... Could it be the same one?"

He sat here, feeling the scent of the river.

——

The great demon king who was born out of thin air made waves for many days, drowned many people and animals, and many crops were also affected and could not survive.

Now all the villages, towns and cities have understood that this big demon king needs to be worshipped.

Temples began to be built everywhere.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, there will be three gifts of animals and fruits.

Every year, boys and girls are required to make offerings.

However, the worship of virgins and boys is not at the same time, but the surrounding villages and towns and cities, which come in turn.

About every half month, a village is to be made to select sixteen boys and sixteen virgins as sacrifices...... In turn, each village is once a year, and for the Great Demon King, it is once a half month.

"This guy is okay, I know that I can't fish with all my might, otherwise a village and town, every half a month, picks out thirty-two children, wouldn't it be eaten up by it?"

Su Ting looked at the movement around him, sighed, and didn't make any moves.

He sat on the shore and no one could see him.

But he saw the people here, and they held great festivals, and they tied many boys and girls to bamboo rafts.

According to his previous character, he had already taken action to save those children.

But now, he's a little calmer.

"I heard that there was such a thing in the seven towns of Kanling back then, my ancestor of the Su family, who prevented such a festival, was chased into the mountains, encountered a tiger, and was rescued by an immortal. ”

"In the end, this immortal, at the request of my Su ancestor, beheaded the monster in the river. ”

"According to legend, the monster in the form of a cow is one of the twenty-eight constellations today. ”

"But today, not then. ”

Su Ting's eyes were closed, and his expression remained unchanged.

——

The surrounding area is very lively.

The parents of those children who were selected all looked pained.

Many people also feel uncomfortable, but there are also many people who are glad that their children were not chosen.

For those people, some people feel unbearable, some people feel complicated, and some people look indifferent.

They waited for the hour to come, and then they threw the thirty-two children into the river in exchange for a year's peace.

"The great god is here. ”

Many people, their eyes turned to the top of the water.

Above the current, huge waves rushed and surged, like a flood erupting, and even more like a thousand horses crashing.

Someone vaguely saw that there seemed to be something in the water, stirring up the waters of the river.

"Quick!"

"Ready!"

"Sacrifice into the river!"

"Can't delay!"

Eager voices, constantly ringing.

Then there was a cry, and the children were all crying and full of fear.

Some of their parents wept bitterly, some turned their heads away, and some rushed towards them like crazy.

But the children, who were sacrificed, were still thrown into the river.

And yet in this very moment.

The surging water suddenly stopped.

Everything seems to stand still!

It is clearly a huge movement, like tens of thousands of horses, raising a rolling wave.

But at this moment, it was all quiet.

It was as if there was an invisible that stopped the wave.

The thirty-two children who were thrown into the river were thrown ashore in the water, each with the current, and fell gently to the sides.

"What's going on?"

"Why did the tide stop?"

"How did these kids jump up?"

"Could it be that the great god is angry and unwilling to accept the sacrifice?"

"Or do you dislike that there are fewer sacrifices?"

"So what to do?"

"What else can I do, I must be satisfied with the gods!"

......

Listen to many voices coming.

Su Ting frowned slightly, and sometimes, people's hearts seemed to be more terrifying.

He didn't pay much attention to it, and went up the river.

He could see clearly that in the huge wave, there was a monster in the shape of a white snake, with horns on its head, and it was already a Jiao.

This is a white dragon, a hundred zhang long, extremely thick, and has a cultivation comparable to that of the Eight Heavens True Person, and in the world, it can be regarded as very strong.

It's just that Su Ting has already crossed this line.

Even if it is the Great Demon King of the Eight Heavens, even if it is the genus of Jiaolong, in the eyes of his immortal family, he is just as weak as an ant.

"There's something for you. ”

Su Ting walked on the water, went upstream, and asked, "Recently, have you noticed any movement around you, such as the traces of the formation? such as the vaguely felt fluctuation of the fighting method, or the palpitations at some times?"

The white Jiao roared and shouted, "Why should I tell you?"

Su Ting laughed and said, "I'm better than you." ”

The voice fell, and he flicked his fingers, and suddenly a water light burst out.

This water light seems to be ordinary, but it is actually one of his five elements immortal arts, known as the fog light divine water, also known as the Qiankun to avoid the light of the stars.

The immortal art has already transcended the boundaries of human magic, and Su Ting has cultivated into an immortal family, urged by the immortal family's primordial spirit, and operated with the immortal family's mana, which is full of infinite wonder.

Bai Jiao received a fairy art, and suddenly screamed miserably, hissing and howling.

The people on both sides of the strait heard the roar of the great god and shouted extremely harshly, and they all felt palpitations, and began to waver in their hearts, preparing more sacrifices.

In addition to the severe pain, Bai Jiao continued to run the exercises, and the light of the Buddha bloomed on his body, obviously the attainments of Buddhism are not shallow.

"It seems that the Dharma has been cultivated, but it has not been cultivated to the right path. ”

And Su Ting looked at Bai Jiao and said with a sneer: "If you come out of the Pure Land of Western Heaven Bliss, no one will dare to take your life?"

Bai Jiao suddenly froze and said, "Who are you, how do you know where I come from?"

Su Ting's expression was flat, he put his hands behind his back, and said, "Yuanfeng Mountain, Su Ting." ”

Bai Jiao's eyes flickered, as if he remembered something, and suddenly relaxed, a sneer flashed in his eyes, and he made a mocking sound.

"Who should I be, it turned out to be Bima Wenna!"

“......”

This is so familiar!

Su Ting was stunned for a long time, and his cheeks twitched.

He suddenly understood the annoyance that the monkey had always been exposed.

How is it that today, the identity of Su Ting, the true monarch of the Netherworld, has not been spread all over the world?

He took a deep breath, flipped his left hand, and the Prison Suppression Divine Knife appeared.

"Ben Zhenjun doesn't ask, you go to die!"

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