"Where did the monk come from? Isn't it embarrassing to bully the people of this small town?"
Amidst the pleadings in the audience, a voice came. Before he finished speaking, a vigorous figure, doing beautiful continuous somersaults, settled in front of Xu Yi. It was a young monk, carrying a huge sword on his back.
Xu Yi raised his eyes and glanced, full of surprise. Isn't it strange that he couldn't see the human realm?
Suddenly, he realized it clearly and stopped using his Qi Observation Technique. Now he could see clearly that the guy in front of him didn't even have Ghost Immortal Realm. No wonder he couldn't tell the depth of this person using his Qi Observation Technique.
He had stayed at Tu Hun Star for too long and was used to the cultivation ecology there. He suddenly switched to this place, and he really didn't leave for a while.
"What, you have the nerve to eat this meal? Leave quickly. You are not the only monk who has wanted to go against this Sishui River God over the years. What is the result? In addition to bringing endless disasters to the people here, Sishui River God is still here."
The young monk shouted loudly, "Don't think that you can dominate the world if you achieve some achievements in cultivation. This world is so big and there are so many strong people that you can't imagine. Go quickly, don't hurt others, and don't waste your own life."
He spoke condescendingly to Xu Yi because he couldn't understand Xu Yi's realm. When he thought about it, there was no strong person he had ever seen who didn't have an aura that was overwhelming and domineering. The guy in front of him didn't care about the Soul Sensing Realm, and he dared to come here to show off.
"What Immortal Zhenglun said is timely. Immortal, please don't harm us. We are voluntarily supporting Sishui River God and have nothing to do with others. Please leave, Immortal."
Xu Ding shouted loudly, feeling quite confident. The Immortal Leader Song Zhenglun in front of him was Divine Official who was stationed in Fengyuan City by the Xianmo Pavilion. He was responsible for dealing with mortals like them and was also responsible for the sacrifice of the River God.
This person came so quickly, naturally because he secretly crushed the jade warning sign given by the Xianmo Pavilion.
"It's pitiful and ridiculous."
Suddenly, another voice came, and a young monk dressed as a Daoist priest appeared in the field.
The young Daoist priest had red lips and white teeth, a tall figure, and wore a large gray robe, which made him look even more skinny and tall.
Song Zhenglun frowned and said, "Who are you?"
"Slayer of Gods!"
The young Daoist said in a cold voice.
Song Zhenglun cupped his fists and said, "Although your cultivation is extraordinary, how can Sishui River God be easily provoked? It's not a small thing to kill a god, but what if the people in Wuliu Town and Fengyuan City are implicated? How can the people deserve it?"
He could see clearly that this young man believed that Human Cultivator was the most powerful person, at least those who had entered Ghost Immortal Realm. Once he had entered Ghost Immortal Realm, he was truly considered an earthly immortal, not a mortal. Even if he had entered Xianmo Pavilion, he could still hold an official position, and he was a being that he needed to look up to.
"Why are the people guilty? The people are all innocent. You have to ask those clay statues in the Xianmo Pavilion. Those guys enjoy the common people Attendant and inherit the incense, but they allow this evil god of Surabaya to cause trouble. Is this act courageous or shameless?"
The young master shouted coldly, his momentum was so strong that Song Zhenglun couldn't help but take a step back.
"You, who are you, how dare you accuse me Xianmo Pavilion of Runan."
Song Zhenglun was really shocked. This was the first time he saw someone dare to blatantly reprimand Xianmo Pavilion in public.
Is this because you are impatient with life?
The young Daoist sneered, "Who am I? I'm just a pitiful person. In the past, if brother Non-Self had done it for me, I would have cooked for the evil god of Surabaya. Today, since I, Han Shantong, have mastered Xuan Gong, I should kill this evil god and avenge my brother. I will kill anyone who dares to stand in my way!"
There was a clang, and a cold light shone through the snowy night, and it kept galloping around the young Daoist, as if he was spiritual.
"Sword Cultivator!"
Song Zhenglun was surprised.
Xu Ding and others were completely panicked and kept pleading. Suddenly, all kinds of cries for help could be heard from the Sishui River shore.
It's not that Xu Ding and others are cold-blooded and numb, but that there have been too many stories of monks killing Sishui River God in the past hundred years.
The ending was exactly the same every time. The monk who wanted to gain fame died violently, and the suffering of the people was not alleviated, but instead became more severe.
Almost from the time these people Xu Ding became sensible, Sishui River God has become the most powerful and terrifying existence in life. Han Shantong wants to kill Sishui River God here. In their view, it is simply bringing disaster to them.
No matter how fiercely the people of Wuliu Town cried, Han Shantong remained motionless, as if they had not heard anything. He did not bother to argue with these ants. As long as he killed the evil god of Surabaya, everything would naturally disappear.
Song Zhenglun stumbled and said, "You are the one who harms the common people! Xu Ding, Xu Ding, what are you still doing? The moon is about to reach the sky. Prepare ten pairs of boys and girls. I am afraid that this is the only way to extinguish the wrath of the river god."
Xu Ding and the others stared at Han Shantong, their eyes turned red with anger. They did not dare to take any action, so they could only angrily order their subordinates to take care of it.
For a moment, Sishui River's shrill cries resounded throughout the world.
Xu Yi stopped eating, took a sip of wine, looked far away, and looked at the moon in the sky. He felt inexplicably heavy. He was not thinking about the right and wrong of the whole thing, but was lamenting the sadness of being a weak person who cannot control his own destiny.
He couldn't help but think about how much helplessness and sadness he would have suffered in this life if he were still in Xu Family Village.
Looking at the galaxy, endless stars, and endless world, only the strong can control their own destiny and the destiny of others.
Now, he does not dare to claim that he understands the way of heaven, but he firmly remembers one thing: taking one's own destiny into one's own hands is the supreme way.
With a booming sound, a section of water column rose in the distance, rising higher and higher, seeming to catch up with the bright moon rising overhead.
"The river god is patrolling the river, burning incense and bowing down."
Xu Ding shouted loudly, and the incense table that had been set up a long time ago suddenly started to rise.
Han Shantong His brows froze, and he rose into the air to point his sword. Immediately, the long sword flew into the air and slashed straight towards the water.
With a bang, the entire water surface was shaken open, and huge waves exploded along the center of the river.
"Ang!"
A howl that sounded both angry and excited came from the bottom of the water, and the people on the riverbank ran away in fear. A flash of determination flashed in Han Shantong's eyes, and he waved his palms, and the long sword suddenly released a silver light shield.
"The sword produces rainbow light, this, this..."
Song Zhenglun was shocked, how powerful are the ghosts and immortals?
With a whoosh, the long sword sank into the Sishui River, and the whole Sishui River suddenly began to boil.
What is boiling more than the river water is Xu Ding, a group of small town residents.
They stopped running and huddled tightly next to each other, with pairs of eager eyes staring at the changes in the river surface. There was a sound of teeth clenching and chattering.
No matter how resigned they were, how fearful they were, at this moment, seeing Han Shantong displaying such great power, how could they not feel a glimmer of hope in their hearts.