By the Jishui River

Little Fuxi's thin figure stood upright, looking at the two auras falling from the sky, with no fear on his tender face.

His figure was so short, but in the eyes of tens of thousands of men and women of Huaxu tribe on the river bank, he was so tall.

Before today, in everyone's eyes, he was just the son of the patriarch Hua Xu.

A three-year-old child, even if he is a little smart, does not care too much about it.

But at this moment, everyone's eyes on the river bank were gathered on this three-year-old child, with grief, despair, gratitude, respect, and unwillingness...

They wanted to rescue Xiao Fuxi, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not get closer.

Many tribe members had tears in their eyes. Although they did not understand why the Nine Infant Demon Saint suddenly changed its temperament and wanted to kill Xiao Fuxi, they all knew that Xiao Fuxi, with his own strength, had to persuade the Nine Infant Demon Saint with his mouth and did something that even the Western immortal could not do!

It can be said that the lives of these tens of thousands of human races survived because of Xiao Fuxi!

But at this moment, he himself is going to die here!

No one thinks that Xiao Fuxi can survive, including himself.

But his tender face never showed any fear, as if he was ready to face death.

Before the two spiritual lights fell, he just turned his head calmly and looked at his mother, with a faint smile in his eyes, as if the wanderer said goodbye before leaving home.

"Boom--"

Two rays of spiritual light fell to the earth, and smoke and dust splashed on the river bank.

Most of the people in the crowd turned their heads and closed their eyes, and Hua Xushi fainted directly.

At this time, the Nine Infant Demon Saint said "Huh" and looked in surprise at the smoke and dust.

Is there still a turning point?

Many people noticed a trace of unusual meaning from the Nine Infant Demon Saint's "Huh" and stared at the smoke and dust with hope.

In a vague way, they seemed to see a slender and tall figure.

The Nine Infant Demon Saint frowned, and the smoke and dust in the sky disappeared instantly, revealing the scene inside.

I saw a young Taoist with a cold face appeared in front of Xiao Fuxi. He held his right hand and a vast world appeared in his palm, with an endless forest of guns faintly inside!

Two spiritual lights circling in the forest of guns, but they were still unable to escape the shackles of that world.

The Nine Infant Demon Saint's eyes froze and frowned, "Who is your lord? Why should I medd more and more?"

This young Taoist who appeared in front of Xiao Fuxi and imprisoned the River Tu, and the young Taoist who was the Luoshu was naturally Liu Bai's evil corpse, Changchun Taoist.

Facing the question of the Nine Infant Demon Saint, he just snorted coldly, "Noisy!"

As these two words were spoken out, the world on his right palm disappeared, replaced by a large black gun, one meter, three feet, nine inches long, with a simple shape, with only a faint black aura lingering around it like a dragon.

At the same time, the Nine Infant Demon Saint felt that his connection with the River Tu and Luoshu seemed to be instantly cut off by a sharp aura.

"You dare to take my spiritual treasure!"

The Nine Infant Demon Saint was shocked, angry and distressed.

What was shocked was the other party’s method of catching treasures in an instant, and what was angry was that the other party grabbed his spiritual treasures when they came up, and they clearly didn’t take him seriously.

The most important thing is that he spent hard work and searched in chaos for thousands of years to find these two top-quality innate spiritual treasures. It took him not long to refine it, and it was gone?

For a moment, the Nine Infant Demon Saint felt his blood surge, and an uncontrollable anger rushed straight into the spiritual platform.

He roared, and two god wheels of sun and moon spirit appeared above his head.

"I kill you!"

The sun essence wheel rotates rapidly, releasing infinite sun true fire; the moon essence wheel rotates slightly, sowing endless moonlight.

"collapse!"

The Taoist Changchun shouted coldly and swung forward with a spear in his hand.

As the gun tip pointed, a large area of ​​space in front of him instantly shattered and turned into a vast white chaos.

The sun and the moon could not withstand this cracking force and immediately shattered into countless tiny particles.

These two spiritual treasures contain endless sun true fire and moonlight. At the moment they collapsed, these two powerful and powerful forces of the most yang and yin were released like a big river breaking through the dam.

However, the Taoist Changchun had already broken all the space in front of him into chaos. These sun true fire and moonlight could only be integrated into chaos and were quickly assimilated, without hurting those people on the shore.

All of this happens in an instant.

In just one breath, the Nine Infant Demon Saint lost the four spiritual treasures of the River Map, Luoshu and the Sun and Moon.

If it were a general quasi-saintly powerhouse, the anger would definitely arise from the heart at this moment, and evil would be born from the side of the world.

But the Nine Infant Demon Saint is not an ordinary quasi-saint.

What he is best at is judging the situation.

At the moment when the sun and the moon were broken, the Nine Infant Demon Saint knew that the person in front of him was much stronger than him. He immediately turned into escape light and plunged into the vast Ji River.

"Sir, Father... wait for me!"

The God of Jishui exclaimed, and followed him into Jishui without thinking.

The Taoist Changchun allowed them to escape into the Ji River, and then said a word coldly.

"Destroy!"

As soon as the word came out, the rolling water was frozen in an instant.

It seemed as if the space and time here had been imprisoned, but the many human races on the shore were still moving freely, looking at the spectacular scene frozen in Jishui with a shocked face.

A moment later, an extremely large eight-headed strange snake flew up to the sky in the Ji River, as if it was being pulled by an invisible chain.

Compared with him, the snake body of the God of Jishui, which was more than ten thousand feet long and more than ten hundred feet thick, was as thin as hair.

The eight-headed monster snake twisted desperately in the air, opened its blood-colored mouth and let out a silent roar. Its huge body collapsed the surrounding space, but it could not break free from the invisible chain.

A breeze blew.

The body of this eight-headed strange snake was like smoke, blown by the breeze and completely disappeared.

After it disappeared, the Ji River also resumed its flow, and the waves beat the waves, pushing me and rushing eastward.

"It's dead! The old monster is dead!"

"Win!"

"We survived!"

"This old monster is finally dead!"

...

On the river bank, tens of thousands of men and women from Huaxu tribe cheered in unison, their faces full of excitement!

Although most of them are mortal fetuses, many people still know that the eight-headed snake monster that just turned into smoke and dust was the soul of the Nine Infant Demon Saint.

The dissipation of the soul means that both body and spirit are destroyed!

This demon court remnant who had been lurking in the Ji River for countless years would never have the possibility of survival!

After the initial excitement, everyone remembered the tall figure that had just stood in front of Xiao Fuxi.

"Thank you to this immortal! Hey... Why is the immortal emperor missing?"

"Immortal!"

Everyone looked around, but they could find the figure of the Taoist Changchun.

They surrounded Xiao Fuxi, and a tall and strong woman carried him up and placed him on his shoulders.

A group of people stared at Xiao Fuxi, "Did you see where did that immortal go?"

Fuxi shook his head, "I didn't see it either."

"Then did he say something to you?"

"No."

"Have he not left his name or his master's sect?"

"No."

“…”

Xiao Fuxi's questions and questions did not affect everyone's enthusiasm.

A slightly older woman looked around everyone and shouted: "The immortals helped us not to seek reward, without any revenge, save tens of thousands of lives in our Huaxu tribe. This is the true god with compassion!

This is the immortal god we should worship, not like the previous Western religion!

You guys are right!"

"right!"

"That's right!"

Everyone nodded, their faces filled with excitement and reverence.

At this moment, a disharmonious voice came from the sky.

"Moonlight respectfully sends the Protector of the Dharma!"

The river bank suddenly became quiet. The Huaxu tribe watched strangely as the moonlight slowly descended to the clouds and hung on the banks of the Jishui River.

He stood above the clouds and mist, with cracks hanging above his head, and looked at the Huaxu tribe on the river bank sincerely and said, "The one who killed the God of Jishui and the Nine Infant Demon Saint is the guardian god of our Western religion."
Chapter completed!