Not only the people came, but also the county magistrate.
The county magistrate kowtowed to the city god.
A gust of wind blew up. Wang Zhe stood on the wall and looked at the City God's Temple. In the main hall, the statue of the City God began to gather the power of incense and wishes.
"After disappearing for so long, why did he suddenly appear again? What a coincidence. Just after a natural disaster occurred, he appeared. Is it possible that the natural disaster is related to this city god?
This city god is the source of the unknown. "
Thinking of this, Wang Zhe narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand, and a palm shadow flew into the City God's Temple with a wave of heat, flying towards the City God's elephant where people worshiped devoutly.
Buzz, glowing light suddenly emitted from the statue of the City God, blocking the blazing sun palm.
A phantom stood out of thin air, with a white jade belt around its waist, a purple robe, and a majestic face.
"The city god has appeared!"
Seeing this, the people in the Chenghuang Temple hurriedly kowtowed.
"Be bold!"
The city god shouted, raised his hand and pointed, and a ray of light flew out. Wang Zhe suddenly felt a huge force roaring towards him.
Walk,
Wang Zhe stepped on the city wall, his figure was like floating light, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
There were too many people in the temple. If he fought with the city god, innocent people would be hurt.
In the City God's Temple, the City God's Dharma Prime Minister stared into the distance, and disappeared after a moment. In the City God's Temple, smoke filled the air, and there were waves of kowtows.
People were frightened and didn't know why the city god was angry.
"Someone is disrespectful to the City God!" the temple Zhu said coldly.
"Disrespectful to the City God, who is so bold!"
"Such a person should be arrested and made to kneel before the city god and kowtow to admit his mistake."
For a time, the crowd was furious, and people were discussing and looking for the person who was disrespectful to the city god.
After Wang Zhe left the City God's Temple, he thought more and more that there was something wrong with the City God.
The brief exchange just now made him feel how extraordinary Cheng Huang was, and the power contained in that finger shocked him a little.
How could a Yin God get such tyrannical power?
He left Guobei County and went straight to Lanruo Temple. He found Zen Master Guangji and told him what happened in the past two days, especially the natural disaster and the appearance of the city god today.
After hearing this, Zen Master Guangji looked solemn and kept twisting the beads.
"In the City God's Temple, he borrowed the people's will power. The greater the wish power, the stronger his magic power. However, ordinary Yin gods cannot have such tyrannical power!
Donor and later. "
The old monk closed his eyes and concentrated, recited Buddhist sutras, chanted Buddhist beads, and his body radiated a piece of Buddha light.
After about a cup of tea, Zen Master Guangji suddenly trembled and his face turned pale.
"Grandmaster?"
"What a powerful magical power! A few months ago, the poor monk also observed it through Buddhist Dharma. At that time, he only saw a hazy area, unable to see clearly. It was not like what it is today, like black clouds looming over the city!"
"In that case, I have to go explore the City God tonight!"
There are too many people there during the day, and innocent people will be hurt if they take action.
This matter is of great importance and concerns the safety of the people of the city.
"The poor monk will go with the donor," Zen Master Guangji said.
"Okay." Wang Zhe was slightly stunned when he heard this.
He felt that the Zen Master Guangji in front of him should more or less guess about his other identity.
Slowly, it became dark outside.
Wang Zhe and Zen Master Guangji went down the mountain. Zen Master Guangji looked older, but he was not walking slowly.
Before the two people got close to Guobei County, they were stopped by a man in black on the way.
Seeing this man, Wang Zhe thought of the man who killed the green dragon outside Guo Beicheng that night last year.
"It looks like it!"
"Where are you going?" The man in black's voice was vague.
"Master, be careful, this person looks very sinister." Wang Zhe reminded.
"Amitabha." Zen Master Guangji put his palms together.
The man in black stopped talking and raised his hand to slap the two of them.
This palm made Wang Zhe feel as if a mountain was flying towards him.
He slashed his sword horizontally,
Cut the mountain with one sword and break it into pieces!
As soon as the man in black waved his hand, Wang Zhe felt that his eyes were in a trance, and the scenery was shaking and distorting.
The road in front of them disappeared, and the road behind them also disappeared. They were surrounded by mountains and forests. They seemed to be in a strange forest.
Immediately afterwards, invisible forces surged towards him from all directions, like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.
Wang Zhe still has one sword, and the sword cuts through the void,
The power of the roaring mountain and the tsunami hit the three-foot sword. It was so majestic that the moment of stalemate was shattered by this sword.
Wang Zhe's sword was trembling slightly, and his arms were trembling slightly.
"This power is so thick, it feels familiar!" Wang Zhe vaguely felt that the power he had just used from all directions seemed familiar.
"Amitabha!"
Monk Guangji's body was radiant with Buddha's light. He took off the beads from his neck, threw them away, and smashed into a nearby mountain. With a roar, the mountain disappeared and the road in front of him reappeared.
The man in black was still not far in front of them, standing in the middle of the road.
He suddenly stomped on the ground, and with a loud bang, a large hole opened in the ground.
Wang Zhe and Zen Master Guangji rose into the air, and the man in black was already in the air.
He raised his hand and pressed it, and the shadow of a mountain in mid-air pressed down on his head.
Wang Zhe raised his sword, and the sword light shot into the sky. When the mountains and mountains cracked, it seemed like countless rocks fell down on his head.
He swung his sword like a stream of light, intertwining into a sword network in mid-air.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a huge suction force coming from under his body. Just as he was about to slash it with his sword, something flew out of the black man's hand and grew in the wind.
At first it was just a stone seal, but in an instant it turned into a hill pressing towards the two of them.
Wang Zhe had no choice but to face him with his sword horizontally.
Zen Master Guangji emits brilliant Buddha light,
There was a dazzling light in mid-air, spreading around like water waves.
The two figures were knocked down from the air and fell into the cracks in the ground. Then the cracks in the ground closed with a roar.
The hill floating in the air quickly shrank, turned into a stone seal, and suddenly fell to the ground.
There was a roar, the ground shook, and a talisman appeared on the ground. It was imprinted on the ground. With a flash of inspiration, it disappeared into the ground and disappeared.
Then the black shadow suddenly flew up and disappeared into the color.
Underground, I don’t know how deep it is.
Wang Zhe only felt that his whole body was imprisoned, surrounded by mud and sand. It was very difficult to even breathe, let alone move.
Just now, he was in mid-air, and the hill turned into a small piece of stone was pressing down on his head. The huge force was difficult for him to resist, and he could not cut it open even with the sword in his hand.
I just felt like the world was spinning for a while, and the next moment I was pressed into the ground.
He hurriedly mobilized his zhenqi and found that the movement of his zhenqi was also affected.
The true energy is released and transformed into energy.
He released his true energy and tried to push open the soil that trapped him, but the soil around him was squeezed very tightly, and his true energy could not be discharged.
It was as if he was not trapped underground, but wrapped in a mountain.
For a moment, he was unable to break the situation.
This is the first time I have encountered such a situation in several years of practice.
The surroundings are dark, dull, depressing, and hopeless,
"Then what will the man in black do next? Even if he kills me, I don't know what will happen to Master Guangji."
At this time, the effects of more than half a year of practice are reflected.
Although he was in a difficult situation, he did not become anxious. Instead, he calmed down and considered how to get out of the predicament.
"Earth magic!"
He chanted the spell and used the earth movement technique that was rarely used in daily life. However, he found that the resistance of the surrounding soil was very strong and he could not use this technique at all.
Since it can't be moved, then cut it open!
Wang Zhe clenched the sword in his hand,
His body was imprisoned, and so was his sword.
But he couldn't be restrained by his spiritual consciousness, nor could he be restrained by his sword intention.
The body is there, the sword is there, the mind is there, the god is there,
become one,
The dark ground glowed with brilliance. It was the three-foot ancient sword in his hand, and the sword's power was vigorous and vigorous.
The soil around Tough was separated, his arm slowly raised, and the sword in his hand slowly cut through the mud, as if cutting off countless chains.
Suddenly, I felt that the confinement on my body was suddenly relieved a lot, as if I had taken off my shackles and shackles.
It was so dark underground that it was impossible to distinguish up and down, east, west, north and south.
Divine consciousness has also been compressed into a small range.
Wang Zhe's sword slashed three feet away from his body, and he slowly probed the places that his spiritual consciousness could accurately detect.
He could cut farther, but he was worried that Zen Master Guangji was nearby and accidentally injured him.
At the same time, he also felt the power constantly coming from all around.
This force is so familiar, familiar, thick and majestic.
"The power of the mountain!"
He thought of the little bit of "mountain power" he had gained.
"Yes, that's what it feels like."
"The man in black can actually use the power of the mountain, and he uses it so skillfully, his power is many times higher than what he can control!
City God? "
He thought of what happened today at the Chenghuang Temple.
The power exerted by the City God at that time should be the "power of the mountain", so the man in black is the fake City God! .0m
Wang Zhe felt carefully and found that the force bound around his body was also strong and weak.
The strongest direction should be the ground, so he headed that way.
Slowly, I felt the pressure on my head getting bigger and bigger, as if there was really a mountain pressing on my head.
Wang Zhe felt that the sword in his hand encountered an obstacle, not the soil, but the thick layer of mountain spirit.
A mountain seemed to appear before his eyes. It was so majestic, unreachable, and unattainable.
Wang Zhe slowly raised his sword and slashed away.
Whether it is a real mountain or a mountain image,
Both visible and invisible things can be cut.
Since successfully cutting off the bell of the "Lost Soul Bell", Wang Zhe has become more and more confident.
No one is born capable of slaying all things with a sword. He reaches that level step by step through constant attempts and progress.
Even the former sword master is like this.
Viewing the lake is like viewing a painting, and the same is true for viewing mountains.
The mountain is ten thousand feet high, the mountain is three feet high, and the mountain is a stone seal.
He slashed with sword after sword, and in a daze, the mountain suddenly shrank again and turned into a stone.
cut,
Wang Zhe raised his hand and struck a sword,
Looking down from the outside, a ray of light suddenly flew out of the solid ground. After breaking through the ground, it flew into the sky and flew far away before dissipating.
The mark printed on the ground shone brightly and suddenly broke.
A figure suddenly broke out of the ground, flew into the air, and then landed.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
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Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
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