Begin immortality by slaying demons.

Chapter 62 Battle with the River God
  Shuiyun Township, fishing village.

Amidst the restless roar of Yangchun River, villagers held torches to light up the dark night.

Firelight and shadow intertwined.

Their faces were flickering, and they looked forward in silence, with dancing flames reflected in their pupils, a bit fanatical.

A group of young men held harpoons and pressed the sharp ends against the chests of several seriously injured captains of the Demon Suppression Division.

Liu Xiujie and Li Xiaoer were lying on the ground, breathing heavily, their eyes blurred and their consciousness somewhat unclear.

Ma Tao was even worse. He was good at close-quarters grappling. At this moment, all the bones in his body were shattered. His robe was dyed red with thick plasma, and his breath was like gossamer.

They simply couldn't understand what kind of temptation it was that could make a river god who had worked hard for hundreds of years to earn a reputation and wash away his name as a monster suddenly riot and attack the captain of the Demon Suppression Division.

Different from other monsters.

The River God is deeply respected by the people. After staying here for so long, it can even be said that Shuiyun Township is the "territory" given to him by the Demon Suppressor.

As a price, even if it doesn't do it personally, the court can hold it accountable for any mistakes made here.

This was also the reason why Li Mujin went to the temple to wait as soon as he arrived. Although he was not used to seeing this river monster, it could still be considered half of his own.

If you commit such an act, the other party will die unless you hide in the water for the rest of your life!
  Four hundred years of forbearance came to naught just to kill a few school captains who came to watch the ceremony?
  There is no reason...

"Aha! Let you guys in dog skins be arrogant!"

Meng Xian breathed heavily with excitement and stepped on Li Xinhan's shoulder, which was embroidered with a golden wolf.

At this moment, the three-marked captain of the Jade Liquid Realm had already passed out from the huge pain. His arms were twisted into twists by some strange force, and the white broken bones were sticking out of his flesh. It was too miserable to look at.

Not long ago, he was evacuating the crowd and using his breath to resist the surging river water.

Seeing Meng Xian acting like this.

The palms of the other fishermen holding the harpoons trembled slightly.

Although they have been blessed by the river god since childhood, they still have a sense of awe for the imperial court.

If you don't like the captain of the Demon Suppression Division, it doesn't mean you dare to insult him, and you feel that it's not necessary.

What's more...

They all looked up.

Outside the River Temple.

Li Mujin stood there slightly tired.

The tips of her eyebrows were lightly frowned, and her originally lazy and charming face was now obviously sickly pale. After a long time, she said softly: "Hey, are you going to die soon? Just don't hold on anymore, okay?"

Opposite it, the woman in green shirt had a dagger stuck in her belly.

The River God lowered his eyes and stared at his abdomen expressionlessly, then a smile appeared on his lips.

She stretched out her hand, grasped the hilt of the sword with her white fingers, and then pulled it out without haste.

A slight discomfort flashed across her face, and the sword 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 pondered for a moment and said calmly: "It's too different."

The river demon seemed to have suffered some kind of injury, his essence was empty, and he could not exert half of his strength.

But the opponent's late-stage Jade Liquid Realm background is too rich, and being able to hurt him at all is already the limit of what he can do.

"You're shaking your ass!"

Meng Xian slapped the man next to him and took the harpoon from him.

There was cruelty on his face, and he was so excited that his brain was trembling, and he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Kill this bastard of the Demon Suppressor for the River Goddess!"

While roaring, he strode towards the woman.

The village chief stood silently beside him, with a vague sarcasm on his lips, as if he was watching a good show.

Seeing this, the old man became a little uneasy for a moment.

This brat, a fight between the Demon Suppressing Division Captain and the River God is something that you, an ordinary person, can get involved in? !
  No matter how seriously injured the woman named Li is, she can crush you to death with just one little finger if she just stands there! He hurriedly used crutches to stop him.

It's a pity that he hasn't come forward yet.

Li Mujin turned around and looked over, watching Meng Xian stabbing the harpoon with a scream.

She lowered her head slightly, her messy long hair swaying slightly: "I'm so annoyed."

Following the words, the tall and plump body fell down like a kite with its string cut off.

Compared to the river demon, she had already run out of oil and was holding on with just one breath.

In his field of vision, Meng Xian's ugly face was filled with wild beast-like fury. His screams were getting louder and louder, full of fanaticism. He was about to prove himself in front of the River God with his own hands.

puff!

The expression on his facial features was frozen instantly. He held the harpoon high, and a straight black knife quietly poked out of his long mouth.

Plasma gushes out of the throat, fills the entire mouth, and is then sucked away by the blade.

"..."

Li Mujin was lying on the ground, and a familiar figure appeared in his hazy vision.

Her breath was weak and she could not speak.

He could only watch as the tall figure smoothly pulled the long knife out of Meng Xian's head.

His handsome face was stained with blood, and his dark red ink shirt was swaying.

The other party walked slowly over, stepped over Meng Xian's body, and then stepped over him.

"..."

The River God lowered his hands and stared at Shen Yi blankly.

The graceful look on his face was quickly replaced by nervousness: "Why is it you who came back, and him?"

She looked behind him in panic and saw that the path lit by torches was empty: "I have collected all the precious medicine for him, where is he?"

After searching hard, the River God suddenly smelled a very familiar smell.

Her eyes slowly fell on Shen Yi, hooking on his clothes where the demon pill was stored. As she breathed, anger appeared on her face: "You are looking for death!"

laugh!
  Shen Yi stepped forward suddenly and struck down the sword in his hand with great force!

The perfected Tanlang Zhuxie is used with all its strength.

The blade flew across the sky, like a soul-stealing scythe in the dark night.

In anger, the River God did not avoid it at all. The moment he raised his palms, two streams of crystal clear water emerged out of thin air, turning into chains and wrapping 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, who was already spending a lot of money, had nothing to hold back at this moment.

He held another stream of water with his five fingers, turned it into a long whip, and whipped the young man viciously!

"I'm going to peel off your skin and bones and sacrifice it to my dragon king's spirit!"

The sound of the breaking wind was like the crackling of thunder, and the whip of water flowed down sharply, like a long snake coming out of its hole, trying to cut off a layer of flesh from the young man's body.

Shen Yi let go of the hand holding the knife and let it be chained in the air, her figure suddenly erratic.

His feet were like a white ape playing like a python, and his fingers suddenly clenched tightly.

He leaned over and came within a foot of the woman in green shirt, his eyes cold.

The dense veins on the woman's body are clearly revealed before her eyes.

Cut off the pulse and capture the dragon!
  The white jade-like fist slammed into the River God's delicate face.

The next moment, her demonic power was lost, and the greasy fat burst out from her face.

Four hundred years of flesh and blood support, coupled with the indulgence of the Demon Suppressor, and the comfortable life have turned the originally kind River Goddess into a living pig.

(End of this chapter)