Chapter 3185 Destiny

"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 could finish his words, a vigorous figure landed in front of Xu Yi with beautiful continuous somersaults. It was a young monk carrying a giant sword on his back.

Xu Yi raised his eyes and glanced around, full of surprise. Isn't it strange that he couldn't see the human realm?

Suddenly, he realized the truth and stopped using the qi-watching technique. Now he saw clearly that the guy in front of him had not even entered the ghost and fairyland. No wonder he couldn't see the depth of this person using the qi-watching technique.

He had stayed in Tuhun Planet 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 still have the nerve to eat this meal? Hurry up and leave. You are not the only monk who has wanted to oppose the Sishui River God these years. What is the result? In addition to bringing endless disasters to the people here, the Sishui River God is still exist."

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, none of the strong men he had ever seen had an aura that was unparalleled and domineering. The guy in front of him was in the soul-sensing realm. Even if you say both, you dare to come here to show off.

"What Immortal Zhenglun said is timely. Immortal, please don't harm us. We are voluntarily supporting the Sishui River God and have nothing to do with others. Please leave, Immortal."

Xu Ding shouted loudly, feeling quite confident. The Immortal Song Zhenglun in front of him was the priest stationed in Fengyuan City by Xianmo Pavilion. He was responsible for dealing with mortals like them and was also responsible for the sacrifices to the River God.

This person came so quickly, naturally because he secretly crushed the jade warning talisman given by Xianmo Pavilion.

"It's pitiful and ridiculous."

Suddenly, another voice came, and a young monk dressed as a Taoist priest appeared on the scene.

The young Taoist 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?"

"The God-Slayer!"

The young Taoist said in a cold voice.

Song Zhenglun clasped his fists and said, "You may have extraordinary cultivation, but how can this Sishui River God be easily offended? It's not a big deal if you can't kill the God, but what if the people of Wuliu Town and Fengyuan City are implicated? How can the people deserve it?"

He could clearly see that this young Taoist had a strong cultivation level and had at least entered the ghost fairyland. Once he entered the ghost fairyland, he was truly considered to be a member of the earthly immortals and was no longer a mortal. Even if he entered the Xianmo Pavilion, he could still mix with others. An official position is an existence that one needs 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 worship of the people and receive the incense, but they allow the evil god of Surabaya to cause trouble. Are they courageous or shameless?"

The young master shouted in a cold voice, 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, Runan Xianmo Pavilion?"

Song Zhenglun was really shocked. This was the first time he saw someone dare to blatantly rebuke Xianmo Pavilion in public.

Are you tired of living?

The young Taoist sneered, "Who am I? I'm just a pitiful person. In the past, if my elder brother hadn't done it for me, I would have cooked for this evil god of Surabaya. Today, since I, Han Shantong, have mastered Xuan Gong, I should kill this evil god. To avenge my eldest 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 Taoist, as if he was spiritual.

"Sword cultivator!"

Song Zhenglun was taken aback.

Xu Ding and others were completely panicked and kept begging. Suddenly, all kinds of calls for help were heard on the bank of the Sishui River.

It's not that Xu Ding and others are cold-blooded and numb, but that there have been too many stories of monks killing the Sishui River God in the past hundred years.

Each time, the outcome was exactly the same. The monk who wanted to gain fame died violently, and the people's suffering was not relieved, but instead became more severe.

Almost since people like Xu Ding became sensible, the Sishui River God has become the most powerful and terrifying existence in life. Han Shantong's plan to kill the Sishui River God here will simply bring disaster to them.

No matter how fiercely the people of Wuliu Town cried, Han Shantong remained motionless, as if he didn't hear anything. He didn't bother to argue with these ants. As long as he killed the evil god of Surabaya, everything would disappear.

Song Zhenglun stumbled and said, "You are the one who harmed the 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 only in this way can the wrath of the river god be extinguished." ah."

Xu Ding and others stared at Han Shantong, their eyes turning red with anger. After all, they did not dare to take any action, so they could only angrily order their subordinates to take care of it.

For a time, the shrill cries from the banks of the Sishui River 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 didn't think about the right and wrong of the whole thing, but lamented that as a weak person, he couldn't control his own destiny. of sorrow.

He couldn't help but think about how much helplessness and sadness he would have suffered in his life if he were still in Xujiacun.

Looking at the galaxy, endless stars, and endless world, only the strong can control their own destiny and the destiny of others.

Now, he doesn't 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 bang, a water column rose in the distance, rising higher and higher, seeming to catch up with the bright moon above.

"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.

Hanshan Tongmeifeng felt cold, so he rose into the air and pointed his sword. Suddenly, the long sword flew in 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.

"hold head high!"

A howl that sounded both angry and excited came from the bottom of the water. The people on the riverbank ran away in fear. Han Shantong's eyes flashed with determination, he waved his palms, and his long sword suddenly released a silver light shield.

"The sword produces rainbow light, this, this..."

Song Zhenglun was shocked. How powerful were the ghosts and immortals?

With a whoosh, the long sword sank into the Sishui River, and the entire Sishui River suddenly boiled.

What's boiling more than the river water is Xu Ding's group of small town residents.

They stopped running and huddled tightly next to each other. Their eager eyes were fixed on the changes in the river surface, and there was a sound of teeth clenching and chattering.

They were resigned to their fate and fearful. At this moment, seeing Han Shantong displaying his power, how could they not feel a glimmer of hope in their hearts.