Chapter 110

When leaving Lianghe Town, Yuan Xianger entered the River Temple at the entrance of the town alone.

It was raining outside, and there were no other pilgrims in the temple, only an elderly temple prayer was adding incense oil to the long-lasting lamp.

Sitting on the altar are statues of the two water gods of Youshui and Yuanshui. The kind-hearted and kind-hearted Youshui Water God is very similar to Su Bai.

The Yuanshui God with a human face and dragon body still looks like Danluo, but the statue of the god that has been processed through art seems majestic and solemn, distorting Danluo's arrogant and unruly.

"It's raining again, this year's momentum is not right," Lao Miao Zhu muttered in the dim corner, "The Yuanshui River has not had a heavy flood in decades.

Don't have any trouble this year."

"Did the Yuanshui often get heavy floods in the past?"

Yuan Xianger couldn't help asking him.

"In the past, there were frequent floods here, and everyone was very respectful of the river gods. They worshiped each year, built river embankments, and planted trees to pray for good weather."

Lao Miaozhu's voice was hoarse and slow, and he squinted his eyes and added the last bit of lamp oil to the end. "In recent years, Lord River God has changed his temper and has become much gentler, but fewer people come to worship."

He carried the oil barrel and stepped out of the mottled threshold, and opened the oil paper umbrella in the heavy rain outside the door, "The precipitation is good and the water is transferred to the people."

It’s not a big deal to blame the ghosts.”

Yuan Xianger lit a stick of incense, bowed three times in front of the simple white god, and inserted it into the incense burner. The cigarette curled up and condensed without dissipating.

"He's almost dead, please help him."

A voice suddenly rang out in the temple.

Yuan Xianger raised her head, and the gentle face of the statue became a little illusory after Qingyan.

"Senior Su Bai, is it you?"

No one could answer her words in full, but the repeated voices kept echoing in the dim temple.

"Please help him."

"Please help him."

The god who was obviously dead was still stuck in the world in some form because he was worried about his friends.

Yuan Xianger sacrificed the small bundle of fishing lines given by Su Bai. The fishing lines can guide the way and find people.

After injecting spiritual power, the silver-white lines raised their heads and flew towards the distance.

The dark clouds in the sky are vanishing, and the rain gradually stops.

On a deserted rocky shallow, eight warlocks each occupy one of the eight trigrams, concentrating their minds and energy, sacrifice talismans, and constantly chanting the formulas.

On the complex array plate, golden normals intertwined into a net shape, tightly binding the monster with a fish tail in a human body.

The monster's eyes were red and he struggled desperately with his tail in the dazzling fish net with golden light.

"Bold demons, you have frequent floods and will cause harm to the world.

Now I will give you a chance to join my sect, to wash away your sins and to cross your way to practice.”

The Taoist Xuji carried a bronze sword with long beards floating, and his fairy-like appearance stood in the air and spoke in a scolding.

Instead, his young master Qingyuan was sitting on the back of the apostle, bent one foot and supported his jaw with one hand, looking at Danluo in the formation with great interest.

Danluo turned his head, half of his face was covered with blood, and his resentful eyes emerged from the blood curtain, "Superficial human, when I was born, there was no human race here. I turned into a river and was full of freedom. What's the crime? Why do you want me to accommodate the human race that suddenly appeared?"

"you!"

Xu Ji drew his sword and unsheathed it, "As a monster, the world's filth, he dared to speak loudly."

"A joke, what is a god! What is a monster! It's just a one-sided word for your human race."

Danluo's body could not move, but he would never show weakness, "I want to say that the human race is the disease in this world. I have lived for so long and have never seen any race as selfish, greedy, cruel and ignorant as you humans.

If time comes, it will eventually lead to great trouble, and it will be you humans who will harm the world."

Xu Ji was so angry that he reached out and stabbed forward with a sword.

Qingyuan lowered his mount from the air and stopped Xu Ji, "I have an idea, it's good.

I've collected this aquarium."

He looked down at Danluo who was lying on the magic circle, "I won't tell you that it's false.

If you can beat me, I deserve to be eaten by you. Now you can’t beat me, you have to give me the power to do it."

Black scales appeared on Danluo's face, cracking his mouth towards Qingyuan, revealing his interlaced sharp teeth.

Half demonization is a sign of demonic anger.

Qingyuan cold the holes under the lower body, "Bundle them up."

Two disciples came up next to him, and used a refined mouth cover to hold Danluo's head - all their mounts were carrying such magical tools used to bind livestock.

Then he forced his arms to be cut back and tied tightly with iron chains.

Even the fish tail was tied up, and finally the sanctioned talisman was pasted.

Danluo refused to surrender and struggled desperately. Even the few people could not suppress it. He staggered away from him.

Qingyuan, who was sitting beside him, stretched out a finger and recited the mantra, "Thunder fell!"

Thunder sounded overhead, and several silver lightning bolts as thick as arms fell from the air, hitting the demon who refused to surrender in the magic circle.

After the smoke of gunpowder spread, the monster that was burned by electricity curled up, but his eyes were still fierce when he looked at Qingyuan, and even gradually brought a provocative smile.

"Why is this?" Qingyuan sat on the back of the lion, removed the magic and slowed down his voice, "I heard that you and the Youshui Shuijun had a deep friendship and were both called the River God. Isn't he also a human monk?

As long as you are willing to become my apostle, I can do whatever conditions he gives you.

What do you want?

Spirit stones, inner elixirs, secret medicines, treasures?

If you make regular offerings in the teachings, you will definitely be much more or less than him.”

"A person like you deserves the name of Tisubai?"

"He is a friend to me, but you want to regard me as a sword and turn me into a slave."

As Danluo spoke, he smiled unrestrainedly in his tone, "You said something wrong just now. Even if I can't beat you, I don't have to become your apostle. There is another way."

A bloody smell suddenly spread in the air, which was strong and pungent, and could not be done without a large amount of blood donation.

Qingyuan frowned, "Not good!"

He reacted immediately, pushed several apprentices behind with one hand, turned around with one hand to cast the protective array.

His eyes were fascinated by a blood mist, and a long-lost pain came from his skin.

Qingyuan was overturned to the ground by a huge force. When he covered his injured arm and got up, the blood rain in the sky dissipated, leaving a broken fish tail on the magic circle on the ground.

Above the river, the vortex was not leveled, and blood stained the blue waves. The fish demon broke the tail of the fish that was locked by the magic weapon, and used the blood sacrifice to burst out with a powerful killer move, escaped from the constraints, and jumped into the water to escape.

But I broke my tail like this and was seriously injured. I am afraid I will not live long.

Even if he dies, would he not be willing to entrust him to apostle driven by mankind?

Qingyuan, who was obsessed with captive apostles, developed a slight wavering in his behavior for the first time.

At this moment, the girl who had many disciples at the age of sixteen or seventeen fell from the sky with a line of demons.

"Where is Danlu?"

Yuan Xianger asked with a frown.

She saw the blood stain on the ground and the cut-off fish tail.

Yuan Xianger knew that she had an escape intention and didn't know how to deal with Danlu, who was unkind to humans.

Therefore, he did not simply interfere with the pursuit of the Qing Dynasty.

At this moment, looking at the bloody scene in front of her, she frowned, and the bright fishing line extended to the broken tail, where it stopped for a moment, turned to the river surface and quickly extended. The shiny slender fishing line buried at the bottom of the river.

"That demon is so fierce that he will escape even if he is self-harm. Even my master is accidentally caught."

Xu Ji interjected from the side.

Before he could finish his words, he saw Yuan Xianger lifting a dark blue round bead. The blue round beads turned drippingly in the palm of his palm, emitting a light blue luster covering Yuan Xianger's whole body.

Yuan Xiang'er ran without saying a word, and under the protection of the blue light, she sank into the stormy river without any scruples.

...

A vast and irresistible beach, with no one in the wild ferry, a dilapidated boat was lying across.

The reed flowers were as rustling as snow, and the boat was useless for a long time. Danluo, who was seriously injured, fell on the head of the boat, and the half-cut fish tail was dragged outside the boat and soaked on the water.

He closed his eyes, his body was covered in blood, and he didn't move at all, as if he had died for a long time.

A lit fishing line emerged from the bottom of the water, accurately found his body, and shook it around his shoulders.

Danluo's eyes barely opened a line and saw the person who came ashore following the fishing line.

"Danluo."

He heard the man calling his name.
Chapter completed!