Shuiyun Township, fishing village.
Amid the roaring Yangchun River, villagers held torches to light up the dark night.
Firelight and shadows interweave.
Their faces flickered as they looked forward in silence, with flickering flames reflected in their pupils, a hint of fanaticism.
A group of young and strong men held harpoons and pressed the sharp ends into the chests of several seriously injured captains of the Demon Suppression Division.
Liu Xiujie and Li Xiaoer were lying on the ground, gasping for breath, their eyes were dazed and their minds were a little unclear.
Ma Tao was even more miserable. Although he was good at close combat, his bones were all broken at this moment. The sticky blood plasma had dyed his long gown red, and he was barely breathing.
They simply couldn't understand what kind of temptation could make a river god who had worked hard for hundreds of years to build up a reputation and wash away the name of a demon, suddenly riot and brazenly attack the captain of the Demon Suppression Division.
Different from other demons.
The river god is deeply revered by the people. He has stayed here for so long that it can even be said that Shuiyun Township is the "territory" tacitly granted to him by the Demon Suppression Bureau.
As a price, even if it did not do it itself, the court could hold it accountable if anything went wrong here.
This is also the reason why Li Mujin went to the temple to wait as soon as he arrived here. Although he was not used to this river monster, it could barely be considered half of its own.
If someone commits such an act, unless he hides in the water for the rest of his life, he will die!
Four hundred years of forbearance wasted just to kill a few officers who came to watch the sacrifice?
There is no reason...
"Ahaha! You guys are so arrogant!"
Meng Xian was breathing heavily with excitement and stepped on the shoulder of Li Xinhan's wolf embroidered with gold thread.
At this moment, the three-mark captain of the Jade Liquid Realm had already fainted from the tremendous pain. His arm was twisted into a twist shape by some strange force, with white broken bones sticking out of the flesh, it was a horrible sight.
Just a while ago, he was evacuating the crowd and using his breath to resist the surging river water.
Seeing Meng Xian act like this.
The other fishermen's hands holding the harpoons trembled slightly.
Although they have been protected by the river god since childhood, they still have a sense of awe towards the imperial court.
Just because I don't like the captain of the Demon Suppression Division doesn't mean I dare to insult him. In my heart, I even feel that it is unnecessary.
What's more…
They all looked up.
Outside the River Temple.
Li Mujin stood there looking a little tired.
She frowned slightly, and her originally lazy and charming face now looked sickly pale. After a long while, she whispered, "Hey, are you dying? If you can't, please stop holding on, okay?"
Opposite him, a dagger was clearly inserted into the lower abdomen of the woman in green.
The river god lowered his eyes and stared at his abdomen expressionlessly, then a smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
She stretched out her hand, grasped the hilt of the sword with her five white fingers, and then pulled it out slowly.
A slight discomfort flashed across her face, and the blade slipped out of her wriggling intestines. As she let go, the dagger fell to the ground.
The river god's voice was extremely gentle: "I'm waiting for him to come back, what are you waiting for?"
Hearing this, Li Mujin also remembered the black wind from before.
She hesitated for a moment and said frankly, "It's too different."
The river monster seemed to have suffered some kind of injury, its essence was depleted, and it could only exert less than 50% of its strength.
However, the opponent's foundation in the late Jade Liquid Realm was too rich, and being able to hurt him in the slightest was already the limit of what he could do.
"What the hell are you shaking about!"
Meng Xian slapped the man next to him and snatched the harpoon from his hand.
His face was filled with ruthlessness, and he was so excited that his brain was trembling. He shouted at the top of his voice, "Kill this lackey of the Demon Suppression Department for the River Goddess!"
While roaring, he strode towards the woman.
The village chief had been standing quietly by, with a hint of sarcasm on his face, as if he was watching a good show.
Seeing this, the old man suddenly became a little uneasy.
This brat, the captain of the Demon Suppression Division and the River God are fighting, and you, an ordinary person, can get involved?!
Even if the woman surnamed Li is seriously injured, if she stands there, she can crush you to death with just one little finger! He hurriedly went up to stop them with his crutches.
Unfortunately, he didn't get a chance to come forward.
Li Mujin turned around and looked over, seeing Meng Xian screaming and stabbing him with the harpoon.
She lowered her head slightly, her messy long hair fluttering slightly: "I'm so annoyed."
As she spoke, her tall and voluptuous body fell down like a kite with a broken string.
Compared to the river monster, she was the one whose oil lamp had already run out and was just holding on with one breath.
In the field of vision, Meng Xian's ugly face was filled with beast-like frenzy, his screams became louder and louder, filled with fanaticism, and he was about to prove himself in front of the River God with his own hands.
Phew!
The expression on his facial features froze in an instant. He held the harpoon high in the air, and a straight black knife quietly extended out of his open mouth.
The blood plasma gushed out from the throat, filled the entire mouth, and was then all sucked away by the blade.
"…"
Li Mujin was lying on the ground, and a familiar figure appeared in his hazy vision.
She was breathing weakly and could not speak.
He could only watch as the tall figure pulled the long knife out of Meng Xian's head.
His handsome face was stained with blood and his dark red shirt was fluttering.
The other person walked slowly, stepped over Meng Xian's body, and then stepped over himself.
"…"
The river god hung his hands, staring at Shen Yi in a daze.
The elegance on his face was quickly replaced by nervousness: "Why did you come back? Where is he?"
She looked behind him in panic, only to see that the path lit by the torch was empty: "I have collected all the precious medicines for him, where is he?"
After searching hard, the river god suddenly smelled a very familiar scent.
Her eyes slowly fell on Shen Yi, hooking at the clothes where he kept the demon pill. In a breath, rage appeared on her face: "You are looking for death!"
Swish!
Shen Yi took a step forward suddenly, and chopped down with the sword in his hand with great force!
The perfected Tan Lang Zhuxie was exerted with all his strength.
The blade swept across the sky like a soul-stealing scythe in the dark night.
The river god was so furious that he didn't even dodge. The moment he raised his palms, two crystal clear streams of water emerged out of nowhere and turned into chains that wrapped around the blade.
The invincible black blade actually stagnated in the gentle water flow, and the blood flowing on the blade was washed away.
She had already consumed a lot of energy, and now she showed no mercy.
He grasped another stream of water with his five fingers, turned it into a long whip, and lashed at the young man viciously!
"I will peel off your skin and bones and offer them to the spirit of the Dragon King!"
The sound of breaking wind was like a thunder, and the water flowed down like a long whip, like a long snake coming out of a cave, trying to peel off a layer of flesh from the young man.
Shen Yi loosened his hand holding the knife, allowing it to be locked in the air, his figure suddenly becoming erratic.
He stepped on the steps of the White Ape and the Python and clenched his five fingers suddenly.
He leaned over and came within a foot of the woman in green, his eyes cold.
The dense veins on the woman's body are clearly revealed before his eyes.
Cut off the pulse, capture the dragon!
The fist like white jade slammed into the river god's delicate face.
The next moment, without the magic power to cover it up, greasy fat burst out from her face.
Four hundred years of blood and flesh feeding, coupled with the indulgence of the Demon Suppression Division, and the comfortable life had already turned the once kind-hearted River Goddess into a pig.
(End of this chapter)