"Ouch~"
A loud dragon roar sounded, and then the body of the National Fortune Golden Dragon rushed out of the temple.
The huge dragon body hovered over Donghai City.
"kill!"
Jiang Wenming uttered a word expressionlessly, flicked his sleeves, and two long swords fell in front of the two monks who were executing the execution.
Although the Great Tengu and the Slippery Ghost were sealed, their bodies were far beyond what ordinary monks could break.
So Jiang Wenming took out two magic swords and gave them to them for execution.
Of these two monks, one is a disciple of Kunlun Immortal Mountain and the other is a disciple of Shushan Sword Sect.
The reason why Jiang Wenming chose them was to appease the two major factions.
To take revenge, you must take it upon yourself to get rid of the hatred!
The two disciples cupped their fists and saluted Jiang Wenming before picking up the divine sword on the ground.
The sword light flashed, the heads of the Big Tengu and the Slippery Ghost were chopped off, and their bodies were thrown into the Jiuding.
Green lines lit up on the Jiuding, as if the pattern on it came alive.
After a while, the two corpses disappeared, leaving only a ball of golden substance and a wisp of red gas inside the Jiuding.
The Golden Dragon of National Fortune fell from the clouds and came to the side of Jiuding. He inhaled the red gas and the gas flew directly into its mouth and nose.
"Ouch..."
The Golden Dragon of National Fortune let out a roar of satisfaction, and the scales on its body became more real.
On the territory of China, crops began to grow rapidly, and they became fruitful in the blink of an eye.
Bai Ze and other auspicious beasts looked at each other and started running everywhere. This was the feedback from the national destiny. The national destiny was strong and auspicious appeared.
Countless people in Li began to cheer after seeing the auspiciousness descending from the sky.
In recent years, due to the damage to the national destiny and constant natural and man-made disasters, everyone has been starving and their lives are often in danger.
Now things are getting better, the national destiny has become more prosperous, and the glory of the past has begun to show its signs.
A seed called hope began to take root and sprout in people's hearts.
"Don't worry, fellow Taoists, I will settle the blood debt Yingzhou owes us one by one."
Jiang Wenming took the wine he had prepared earlier and sprinkled it on the ground.
"Way to go!"
Three days later…
The strange beasts that went out to spread good luck came back, and each one of them looked satisfied.
Especially when Kang!
This guy is the best at planting. Wherever he goes, whether it's fruits, vegetables, or grains, he gets a bumper harvest.
Not only were the people not afraid when they saw it, but they took out their own food for it to taste.
This scene directly made other auspicious beasts jealous to death.
Spreading auspiciousness is practice for them, a process of accumulating merit.
The higher the recognition of what they do, the more merit they will receive, which is extremely important for them to refine the bones at the back of their heads.
Dangkang made a fortune after this wave of auspicious spread.
People in many places even began to build temples for it and worship it.
"The stupid pig is lucky, how about finding an excuse to beat it up later?"
Bai Ze turned to look at Fu Zhu and the other auspicious beasts.
"Isn't this bad? I'll knock at most."
"I'll hold it down for you."
"I'll help with the plucking."
"How about I go make excuses?"
White Pond:……
"I asked you to beat it up to vent your anger, but who asked you to stew it? Forget it, spare this idiot once."
Bai Ze glared at the other auspicious beasts angrily and walked towards Donghai City.
Inside Donghai City.
After Jiang Wenming read the damage report, he arranged for people to go down and deal with it, leaving only the top leaders of the three sects.
Qingcheng Mountain is okay, Taoist Wuya is fine.
The Tianyuan Sword Immortal and the Jiu Sword Immortal of the Shushan Sword Sect both fell, and Feng Wuhen and Dan Chenzi of the Kunlun Immortal Mountain also fell.
At this time, we are in a leaderless situation.
The Shushan Sword Sect is a little better. Although it has lost two swordsmen, the younger generation of senior brother Chang Yin is still there. Although his strength is not as strong, his prestige is enough and he can fully assume the leadership of the Shushan Sword Sect.
Kunlun Fairy Mountain is much worse. Their faction is already sparse. The leader and the next leader died, and other elites also suffered heavy losses. Among the remaining people, the prestige is insufficient, so now there is no one available to provoke. Daliang people.
"Kunlun Fairy Mountain has suffered heavy losses this time. If you need any help, please ask. I will try my best to satisfy you."
Jiang Wenming also has some headaches. Selecting a new leader is an internal matter of the other party.
Originally, with his status, he was not qualified to interfere, but now they are in a mess on their own, and they can't do it without intervening.
"Lord Demon Emperor, we plan to return to Kunlun Fairy Mountain and will not participate in the next operations for the time being."
A relatively senior young man stepped forward and said with some shame.
"Go back to Kunlun Fairy Mountain?"
Although Jiang Wenming had been mentally prepared for it, he still felt a pang of regret when the other party said it in person.
But he couldn't accuse the other party of anything. In his sect, the master and the young master were both killed in the battle, so what else could he say?
This is human nature, and it would be inevitable for him to feel disheartened.
"Okay, thank you all fellow Taoists this time. I am indebted to you two. If you need anything in the future, please come to me in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
Senior Baize! "
Jiang Wenming called out to Bai Ze.
Bai Ze understood immediately, his body shook, and two magic weapons fell out.
It is the Sun and Moon Golden Wheel used by Feng Wuhen and Dan Chenzi.
Jiang Wenming reached out to take the sun and moon golden wheel, intending to return it to its original owner.
But just when his hands touched the golden wheel of the sun and moon, the two magic weapons suddenly lit up with gold and silver luster.
"Buzz!"
The sun and moon golden wheels acted at the same time and scratched Jiang Wenming's arm.
This sudden change shocked everyone around them, and they all drew their weapons and prepared for the attack.
"Don't panic, everyone. It's okay. This is the sun and moon golden wheel taking the initiative to recognize its master."
The previous Kunlun Immortal Mountain disciples all looked surprised, their eyes full of disbelief.
"How is this going?"
The wound on Jiang Wenming's arm healed quickly, and he looked at the Kunlun Immortal Mountain disciple with some confusion.
"Feng Miao, the 72nd generation disciple of Kunlun Immortal Mountain, pays homage to the sect master!"
The Kunlun Immortal Mountain disciple knelt down on one knee towards Jiang Wenming with his hands clasped in fists.
The rest of the Kunlun Immortal Mountain disciples did the same, clasping their fists and kneeling on one knee.
This scene directly confused Jiang Wenming.
Didn’t you just look like you were going home?
Why did everyone kneel down towards him in the blink of an eye?
Still calling yourself the sect master?
"Is it because of these two things?"
Jiang Wenming turned his attention to the sun and moon golden wheel. At this time, the two magic weapons were rotating around him in an irregular trajectory.
Just like two naughty children.
Somehow, he suddenly felt that the two moon discs seemed like his own body, and he seemed to be able to control each other.
In order to verify this conjecture, he had an idea in his mind.
The two moon discs rushed towards him at the same time, and just when they were about to touch him, they stopped suddenly.
"Spin!"
Jiang Wenming gave them orders from the bottom of his heart.
"Buzz!"
The two moon wheels rotated at the same time, with exactly the same movements. The only difference was that one was gold and the other was silver.
"Hiss~"
"He really recognized his master with bloodshed!"
Jiang Wenming was dumbfounded. He had seen a lot of people dripping blood to identify their master, but he had never heard of a magic weapon that actively cut blood to identify its owner!
