On the official road leading to Yunmeng Town, all kinds of people and horses gathered from all directions, and the spacious avenue became a little crowded for a while.

The Liu Chen brothers and sisters had no choice but to turn over and dismount, leading the horses slowly. After walking for a long time, I could already faintly see the tall city walls of Yunmeng Town. Although Yunmeng Town is called a town, the scale is not small, and after several renovations and expansions, it is close to the scale of the city.

Soon, the Liu Chen brothers and sisters came to the gate of the city, paid the entrance tax, and the two of them entered the city smoothly.

At this time, there was still some time before the sacrifice to the river god, and Liu Chen was not in a hurry to go, so he was ready to walk around.

To say that this river god festival is lively, it is really not a boast. On the bright side, the flow of people brought by the worship of the river god has attracted many business travelers in the surrounding area. Secretly, the auctions held in the Ink Pavilion will attract a large number of martial arts monks.

And like Liu Chen, there are really a few martial artists who are purely entertaining. After bypassing a few streets, the two came to a food street called Fangcao, shuttling among vendors and tourists, trying all kinds of snacks and delicacies, and seeing all kinds of acrobatic juggling. By the time the two of them walked out of the street, it was already ugly.

At this time, next to the East Chihu Lake outside the town, there was already a surging crowd. The ancient bull horn sounded, and an old man in sacrificial clothes, holding a sacrificial instrument, walked slowly to the altar, and five animal sacrifices had been placed in front of the altar. The grand festival is about to begin.

"Whew, it's finally here," Liu Chan'er patted her chest. The two of them stood by the crowd of onlookers and looked curiously at the lakeside.

At the sound of the solemn trumpets, the high priest began to chant the words of the sacrifice, and the people who stood on either side of the sacrifice, dressed in simple sacrificial robes and wearing strangely shaped masks, began to jump. The action is wide open and intermittent, conveying an ancient and mysterious message.

"Open the ......", the high priest shouted after chanting the sacrificial words, and as soon as the words fell, the bamboo raft loaded with a large number of sacrifices on the lakeside floated towards the center of the lake under the impetus of several men.

"Brother, is there really a river god?" Liu Chan'er said with some curiosity when she saw that the people around her were staring intently at the lake.

After this question, Liu Chen couldn't help but think of the description of all kinds of gods and trolls in the ancient book "Strange Tales of Gods and Demons" in the ancient book, and replied: "If you believe, you will have, and if you don't believe, you will not, not to mention that we martial arts monks, stealing the aura of heaven and earth, and strengthening our own body, is to go against the sky", speaking of this, Liu Chen couldn't help but look up at the sky, and continued: "Even if there are really immortals, but they are also some martial arts practitioners, that is, fellow practitioners of this way, why be afraid", his voice was strong and powerful, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Brother, what you said is so good", Liu Chan'er looked adoring.

"Huh, Xin Hao, I asked the teacher before, but at this time, it's just that I draw a scoop with a gourd", but Liu Chan'er didn't know it.

"Ahem...... , it's okay, it's okay" Liu Chen coughed dryly, hiding his embarrassment.

"Whoa......", the originally calm Dongchi Lake began to surge into waves. At first, it was just a gentle wave, and after a while, it was already a huge wave. The bamboo raft carrying the offerings was overturned by the waves, and the offerings also fell into the lake and sank towards the center of the lake.

At the bottom of the lake, a huge black shadow flashed, and the offerings that sank into the lake were also swept away.

"Bi ......" The high priest raised his staff and shouted. The sacrifice was coming to an end, and the onlookers began to leave one after another.

When the crowd of East Chihu Lake dispersed and Jin Wuxi sank, suddenly from the sky above Yunmeng Town, two figures chased towards East Chihu Lake one after the other.

"If you dare to rob the things of the Ink Pavilion, I will crush your bones and scatter ashes", the man in black who followed him was like thunder.

"It's a pity, I'm afraid you don't have a chance, haha", the chased man laughed. At the same time, the whole person rushed towards the center of the lake.

Liu Chen, who wanted to leave, was attracted by the sound, and at a glance, he recognized that the man in black should be the deacon of the Mo Pavilion, just because their clothes were embroidered with the totem of the Mo family's Thousand Machine City. Liu Chen, who was curious, wanted to go and see the duel between the masters.

And the lively Liu Chaner has always loved to watch the lively. The two hit it off, found a hidden path, and approached Dongchi Lake. At the same time, there were not a few warriors who had the same idea as them, and they also approached Dongchihu one after another.

Seeing the thief who was about to escape into the center of the lake, Deacon Moge immediately didn't think much about it, clenched his hands into fists, and blasted towards the center of the lake, and the cultivation of the peak of the spiritual realm was revealed at this moment. The lake exploded, rolling up huge waves several feet high, and the aftermath of sweeping in all directions was endless.

The man who was blocked in front had to avoid his edge. With a cold snort, he snorted and went higher into the air. Taking this opportunity, Deacon Moge took the opportunity to block the man in gray.

Liu Chen, who was hiding behind the woods by the lake, was shocked when he saw the power of this punch, "Is this the power of the Returning Spirit Realm, it is really terrifying", Liu Chen thought in his heart.

"Brother, why don't they fight yet, are they going to stare at each other to death with their eyes", Liu Chan'er looked at the two people who had not moved for a long time in the middle of the lake, and muttered boringly.

"Bang," a familiar voice, a familiar feeling for Liu Chan'er.

"Brother, you knocked on my head again," Liu Chan'er glared at Liu Chen a little angry.

"What kind of staring and kicking to death, the reason why they don't do it is because the two of them are quite cultivated, and they don't dare to do it first, whoever makes the first move, once the flaws are exposed, they will be at a disadvantage in the next step, which is quite dangerous", Liu Chen taught Liu Chan'er carefully, but he was speechless in his heart, and the tense duel was a little joyful by it.

At this time, the atmosphere above Dongchi Lake was suffocating, and the war was about to break out. Almost at the same time, the two of them started at the same time. The man in gray turned into lightning and rushed towards the deacon of the ink court. The deacon of the ink court was not weak, and he came up head-on.

"Red practice ghost claws", the gray-clothed man shouted angrily, a move blasted, suddenly the yin wind howled, a stream of black gas gushed out from his body, and finally, it turned into a green-faced and fanged ghost, and the ghost roared, and the huge ghost claw slapped towards the deacon of the ink pavilion.

"The beacon is blazing, the red dragon spits out the pearls", the deacon of the ink pavilion took a deep breath, and punched out at the ghost. In the scorching firelight, a dragon shadow shot out.

"......Boom", between the ghost dragons and the attack, terrifying energy light waves continued to pour around, and two different energies collided wildly with each other, but neither could advance an inch. For a while, the stalemate and the two did not dare to withdraw their strength, and they fell into a situation where they were competing for deep spiritual power.

The people who watched around saw this majesty, and they all avoided it from afar, for fear of affecting themselves.

"Who are you, dare to rob the things of the Ink Pavilion, aren't you afraid of being chased and killed by thousands of guards", the deacon of the Ink Pavilion said angrily. The reason why he asked this was because it had been a long time since anyone dared to loot the things of the Ink Pavilion, and anyone who dared to loot was finally chased to death by thousands of guards, pervasive killers, even if you were lucky enough to leave the Xuan Dynasty.

The gray-clothed man's pupils shrank, and the long-lost sense of fear spread throughout his body. Immediately snorted coldly, "You still worry about yourself", as soon as the words fell, the water of Dongchi Lake began to surge violently, and a huge black shadow rushed out of the lake.

"Roar", after a loud roar, a huge black snake appeared in the sky above the middle of the lake, and slammed into the Deacon of the Ink Pavilion like lightning.

"Black... Water... Viper, you are the remnant of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace", the Moge deacon roared in horror, and the next moment, he felt as if he had been hit by a wild rhinoceros, and the whole person instantly turned into a stream shadow and smashed into the soil by the lake.

"cough ......", blood kept spilling out of his mouth, and at some point, the man in gray had come to Deacon Moge's side, his expression was arrogant, and he sneered: "It's a pity, even if you recognize me, you will die today."

"The people of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace, everyone has been punished, and if you admit it now, you just... Don't... Get out of the way," said Deacon Moge with difficulty.

The man in gray laughed when he heard this, "Do you still expect the people who came with you, it's ridiculous, I didn't see them fleeing a long time ago, and I didn't even dare to approach the woods by the lake, but they were just some local chickens and dogs."

"Yes, it's a pity that you missed someone", the sudden voice made the man in gray a little surprised, thinking that there are really people who are not afraid of death.

The person who spoke was Liu Chen, and when he knew that the man in gray was the remnant of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace, he was ready to make a move. Because the people of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace are all extremely vicious and murderous executioners. The exercises he cultivates need to be guided by human blood before he can cultivate. Before it was destroyed, it often washed its surroundings with blood. His crimes are numerous and the list is too numerous to mention.

Liu Chen rushed out from behind the woods, holding a long sword, and in a few moments, he was close to the gray-clothed man.

"A sword is infinite", Liu Chen shouted, stabbed out like lightning, the sword groaned loudly, and the dazzling sword light swept through like a meteor, stabbing fiercely at the gray-clothed man.