An ordinary-looking man walked out of the hammer. As soon as he appeared, the surrounding air began to "distort" and "change", and all the roads around him became blurred, as if he had encountered a large-scale ghost attack on the wall.
This was clearly the murderous soul under the hands of the Great Elder of the Ghost Refining Sect that Jiang Chen killed not long ago.
At this moment, the opponent's whole body is covered with the word "death", his aura is stronger than "in life", and he has almost reached the upper level of evil soul.
"A mid-level evil spirit, is this your arrogance capital?" Weishui River God sneered. The opponent's aura was only that of a low-level grandmaster. Even with a helper, he was no match for it.
Jiang Chen swallowed a blood ginseng pill without saying a word.
The next moment, another figure walked out of the hammer.
This is a man with Chinese characters in a tattered suit and a righteous face. He is the Great Elder of the Ghost Refining Sect, a high-ranking Grand Master.
The Weishui River God finally looked serious.
She is only a high-level evil spirit. Although she still has the confidence to fight due to the special ability of the sacrifice ghost, she may also suffer a loss.
"It seems that I underestimated you!"
The river god said in a sinister voice.
As soon as she finished speaking, another figure appeared in the field.
A smiling Maitreya with a wide body, fat head and big ears, filled with a ghostly aura, stood behind Jiang Chen.
He put his hands together, and a large piece of strange blood-gold Buddha light illuminated half of the Weishui River.
"What?!" The Weishui River God's face completely darkened.
Although the middle-aged man in a suit from before was also a high-ranking evil spirit, he did not pose much of a threat to her, so she could still remain calm.
But this monk is different.
The strangeness of the other party's blood-gold Buddha light is not inferior to that of the ghost-sacrifice lineage!
In a real fight, she would probably be on par with this monk, let alone three A-level figures besieging him.
The Weishui River God glanced left and right, already thinking about how to take advantage of the river water to escape.
"The God of the Weishui River has slapped my Yin Cao, Yama, in the face. Do you still want to escape with your life?"
Jiang Chen looked over and scolded him coldly.
"When the hell did I hit you Yama in the face? Ghost energy +68000!"
The Weishui River God was a little crazy. This young grandmaster's fighting ability was not obvious, but his ability to slap people and shake people was indeed a bit strong.
"Don't talk nonsense. I have never insulted you, Yin Cao Yan Luo, but you, do you really want to break the ancient agreement with me to sacrifice ghosts?"
"Aren't you afraid that I will go to the bottom of the Yangtze River and ask the ancestors to make the decision?"
"At that time, there will never be peace in your Kyushu territory and on both sides of the thousands of rivers and seas!" She issued a vicious threat.
"When you find someone to make the decision, you have to live first. Today, I, the Nine Provinces Yama, suffered such a big loss at your hands and lost all my face. Even if I risk the lives of several of them, I can't let you leave alive. !" Jiang Chen pressed the shoulder of the Great Elder of the Ghost Refining Sect and spoke decisively.
The facial muscles of a group of people on the shore couldn't help but twitch.
Good boy, you have a way of fighting for other people's lives!
"Ghost energy + 9999...Ghost energy +..."
"The dean is mighty, he is just a ferocious spirit, he can kill him with a swing of his hammer!" Only 02 was still shouting excitedly. He didn't seem embarrassed at all. He shouted out with the same momentum as seven people.
Jiang Chen cast an approving glance.
"Boy, you understand me. If there weren't so many people here, I would have to show you how to use the ancestral treasure to annihilate this evil spirit!"
"That's it, let's do it."
With a wave of his hand, Ghost Maitreya and other evil spirits rushed towards him.
The Weishui River God did not choose to fight. He once again gave Jiang Chen a sinister look and plunged into the river, turning into Yin Qi and disappearing without a trace.
Oni Maitreya and other ghosts instantly lost their target.
But at this time, Jiang Chen directly pressed the God-Suppressing Nail towards the river.
"boom"
A terrifying and absolute force of suppression blocked most of the Weishui River in an instant, and a figure screamed out from a thousand meters away.
Ghost Maitreya, the Great Elder of the Ghost Refining Sect, and Ghost Defending the Wall, all took advantage of this opportunity and pounced on him. Soon, screams could be heard in all directions.
Wait until they are done fighting.
Jiang Chen carried the Yin Divine Hammer and walked forward, slowly chanting in his mouth: "Five emperors and five dragons, send light and move the wind. Spread moisture widely, assist Thunder God..."
A heavy rain fell.
The boy who looked like a god and a demon was swinging a hammer in the rain.
Thunder rolls from the sky.
The Weishui River God, who was seriously injured, could only stare wide-eyed in horror - destruction! ! !
…
The battle was over, and the blood of the evil spirits dyed the Weishui River red.
This time was different from before. A message was transmitted unstoppably, flowing along the river and pouring into the Yangtze River.
Jiang Chen's hair stood up for a moment, but he soon returned to normal.
He turned his head and looked far away in the direction of the Yangtze River, roughly understanding that the true heritage of the Ghost Sacrifice lineage might have begun to awaken.
"Gotta speed up."
"Brothers, you drive to chase them. I'll set off first. Before those old things in the Yangtze River break out, I want to examine these tributary river gods to see if they are really guilty."
"Although they want to rebel, we can't wrongly accuse any good ghost. This is the difference between us and those cruel and evil sneaks. I hope everyone can understand the hard work and bumps along the way!"
After Jiang Chen finished speaking, he soared into the sky, leaving behind a group of stunned Yinzai.
It took a long time for a group of people to stop talking.
Don't talk nonsense!
We are not so cruel.
What kind of censorship is this? The ashes have all been raised for others, and you haven’t spared even a single one...
…
Along the Yangtze River.
A group of three people appeared here.
There were two men and one woman, both very young. A young man with short hair and a sharp temperament was wearing a black robe that made a jingling sound when he walked around. There seemed to be various utensils pinned under the robe.
"Qiu Tian, can you not bring all the autopsy tools you two made every time you go out to exorcise ghosts? How unlucky is that."
The other young man was a fat man, swinging a chain hammer in his hand. The hammer was round in shape, only the size of a fist, and the chain was very thin and jet black. It looked like a toy owned by some rich kids.
However, when he swings it around casually, a terrifying sonic boom sound can be heard. The weight of this chain hammer can definitely scare people to death.
"Fat Yu, I haven't beaten you in the past two years since I've been out. Is your skin itchy again?" The young man named Qiu Tian had a scar on his left eyebrow and looked over coldly.
Being watched by him.
The Emperor Song, who heirned the money, couldn't help shrinking his neck, slipped: "Hi! Brother Qiu, see this, don't see it for two years, my brother is still your brother, how can my brother beat my brother?"
"You are wrong. Your Majesty, Emperor Song, is the third palace, and my teacher is only the fourth palace. Don't talk nonsense. I cannot bear this responsibility!" Qiu Tian said coldly.
Fatty Yu Qian chuckled and wanted to say something else.
The girl on the side said: "Okay, you two, don't fight here. There is something big going on this time. Please contact us quickly. Why haven't the people over there arrived yet?"
