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  Xu Fang looked in the direction of Zhao He's gaze, and there was a group of people surrounding something. In the middle was a mountain monkey wearing coarse human clothing and a straw hat that seemed to have come from nowhere. Unlike many other spirits, it didn't transform into anything else but remained in its monkey form. At this moment, it was performing magic among the crowd, with one hand holding a flame and the other holding a water ball. It laughed proudly as it explained its experiences and insights to the onlookers.

  Xu Fang could see that the two spells were not particularly profound, just basic five-element spells. However, wanting to divide his attention and cast two spells at once was something he himself couldn't do. Moreover, looking at him now, it seemed effortless, and he could even talk while explaining, picking up heavy objects with ease.

  "He calls himself Song Qing Zhen Ren. He says his ancestors were great demons in the world, with the ability to penetrate heaven and earth, but it's unknown whether this is true or not. However, one thing that can be confirmed is that he has indeed seen and experienced a lot, and knows many magical techniques. The story about the River God condensing the Dragon King's spirit was also told by him. Therefore, earlier when Shrimp General said that the River God doesn't care about worldly affairs, it's because he didn't want outsiders to disturb the River God's condensed spirit."

  Xu Fang looked at the monkey who called himself Song Qing, and saw that his eyes were lively, and in a glance, he seemed to have taken in everyone's expressions.

  "You'd better wait here, many gods are waiting for the River God's Dragon King to condense his divine position. The promotion of divine positions is also a rare prosperity in the world, just wait here." Zhao He said, but Xu Fang took a deep breath and looked at the Temple of the River God silently, finally saying: "No, I'll go back to Xujiatun to wait. If I'm going to die, let me die in that temple." Xu Fang thanked Zhao He and then turned around and left.

  Liu Xing'er followed quietly behind Xu Fang, and after walking for a while, Liu Xing'er said: "Big Brother Xu, why didn't you stay there?"

  Xu Fang didn't respond at all, and just kept heading towards Xujiatun in the north of Baoling City. Liu Xiang'er followed behind him and continued to say: "Now even if you go back to the town's temple, it's useless. The evil energy in Baoling City is endless, and you can't hold on for much longer." Liu Xiang'er spoke more and more urgently, quickly catching up to Xu Fang and shouting loudly at his side: "You will die!"

  Xu Fang still ignored him, striding into the void and soaring through the morning mist.

  Liu Xing'er didn't say anything else and similarly rose into the air, disappearing into the morning fog.

  Within a hundred miles of Baling City, Jinghe River can be considered the safest and most lively.

  Anyone can feel a heavy pressure that permeates the world, which is a feeling from the heart. Looking up at the sky, there is no change, but somehow, there is this feeling in the heart. Everywhere, demons are being reincarnated, either transforming or turning into ashes and flying away. Apart from this, the disciples of the Taoist sects have all come down from their mountains at this time, and everywhere you look, there are shadows of Taoist disciples.

  In front of the River God Temple, there were also natural ones, and there were also Taoist disciples who discussed Tao with the crowd of demons. Because they were just disciples of various sects, they had victories and defeats with the crowd of demons. Occasionally, they would make the demons speechless, but sometimes they would be made to stutter by the crowd of demons. Some even performed magic with the crowd of demons, setting up a spell in mid-air, letting the demons break it, and then having the demons leave behind a magical technique in mid-air for the Taoist disciples to break. This also had its own victories and defeats.

  However, whether it's discussing the Tao or performing magic, the disciples of the Taoist school are in the minority, while the demons all work together. From this point of view, compared to the disciples of the Taoist school, these wild and unorthodox practitioners still have a significant gap.

  Of course, those who are willing to come to the River God Temple to discuss Taoism and perform rituals with the demons are only a few Taoist disciples, and most of them are disciples from Jiuhua State. Disciples from other states who travel here can only watch from afar, let alone get close. It's already good that they don't come to exorcise demons. This is still due to the reputation of Chen Jing, the River God of Quanjinghe, being enough to intimidate these Taoist disciples. Otherwise, as soon as they see so many demons in front of the temple, they would probably start exorcising them at first sight.

  Slowly, many of the demons who were originally unwilling to come to the River God Temple also came to the temple reluctantly, because it was relatively safe on the surface of the river. At night, they all gathered in front of the temple, while during the day, most of them hid in the river domain, regardless of whether they were aquatic creatures or not, and at this time, they no longer feared water. The river domain was safe because on the surface of the water, a pale blue butterfly fluttered back and forth, dancing lightly, and would suddenly disappear from sight without warning.

  Like the Quanjing River embroidery spring bend, such places are not uncommon in this world. Throughout the entire Jiuhua Prefecture, there are quite a few, among which the most famous is the Eastern Peak Mount Tai Emperor. Chen Jing had gone there to listen to the Tao and gained insight into the flow of water in the river domain. Now, the Eastern Peak Mount Tai is considered one of the most famous Taoist temples in Jiuhua Prefecture. The Taoist gate is where the disciples of the Ziran Gate descend the mountain, while many gods in the world open up Taoist temples, preach the Great Tao, and gather nearby small gods.

  The largest Taoist temple in Jiuhua Prefecture is the Dongyue Taishan Temple, while others are centered around large cities and gather local spirits or gods, but generally do not have lectures on Taoist rituals. The second-largest Taoist temple in Jiuhua Prefecture, in the true sense of the word, is the Jinghe Xiu Spring Bend Temple.

  However, the world is divided into nine states, but it's not just nine states. Places outside of the nine states are not something that ordinary people can understand. As far as Chen Jing knows now, there are many mysterious immortal sects and Taoist schools outside of the nine states. The Dongyue Taishan Daochang in Jiuhuazhou is only mediocre among the nine states. This doesn't even count the top ten ancient immortal sects that have been passed down for ages. If those sects were to open their mountains, preach the way and transmit the law, I'm afraid all the demons and spirits in the world would swarm out.

  Chen Jing is now in a mysterious state, with a great river rushing through his thoughts and feelings, while other things are like water flowing over a mirror, or like an image reflected in the mirror, but unable to leave any trace on the surface of the mirror.

  That surging river was shrouded in a faint white light, washing away the restrictions of the River God's edict. The waves surged forward, and on the surface of the waves, a butterfly fluttered by.

  Chen Jing was indeed fully immersed in the aura of the river domain, and he wanted to solidify his position as the Dragon King of the Spel River as soon as possible. He felt a change brewing in the depths of the unknown. Now it's just the prelude to the change, Chen Jing thought that perhaps the mysterious seal set up by the Heavenly Court between heaven and earth was rapidly declining. All these years, now there will be so many demon spirits successfully crossing the tribulation, while in the past no matter how powerful the demon spirit was, they did not dare to cross the tribulation. And since that night when Little White Dragon recited "The Heavenly Demon Transformation Chapter" for a whole night, Gu Yuan was the first to transform, followed by an endless stream of demon spirits transforming, and many succeeded.

  One day, he suddenly woke up to find a group of Taoists in the sky, with the first one looking ageless, resembling a 28-year-old girl, but with an air of a 70- or 80-year-old man. Her body had a cold and detached aura, different from the aloofness of a carefree person, but rather a feeling of indifference to life.

  She was standing on a cloud, and there were several young men and women standing beside her. At first glance, it was clear that they were her disciples, among whom one of them was Yan Luonang. As soon as Chen Jing saw Yan Luonang, he immediately knew that the Taoist nun might be his master.

  Chen Jing felt a strong killing intent emanating from her body.

  The scorching sun shone in the sky, but it couldn't dispel the murderous aura surrounding her.

  She waved her sleeve and suddenly appeared in the River God Temple with all her disciples behind her.

  The butterfly on the river also returned to the temple when she appeared in the River God Temple, flew around the statue and landed on the scabbard of the statue.

  "You have quite a nerve." The Taoist nun said suddenly in a cold tone.

  Chen Jing suddenly appeared in front of the Taoist nun, who was unaware of his presence at first. He looked at Yan Luonang's anxious face behind her and then shifted his gaze to the nun.

  "Is it you who killed my disciple?" the Taoist nun asked coldly.

  Chen Jing suddenly remembered that Yan Luo's fellow disciples were all beheaded by himself in front of the temple, and immediately said: "The true disciple has been invaded by the demon, long dead, and what came to the temple was just a body controlled by the demon."

  "My disciple is dead or alive, I can tell naturally, no need for you to take action." The Taoist nun said angrily, as soon as the words fell, a sword as white as moonlight suddenly appeared in her hand, with the two characters "Guang Han" engraved on the blade. As soon as the sword appeared in her hand, a white light burst out of the scabbard, and that white light seemed to have a feeling of covering the sky and earth in Chen Jing's eyes, like mercury pouring down, and like moonlight sprinkling all over the sky.

  A sense of inescapable doom welled up inside Chen Jing, accompanied by a chill that originated from the crown of his head.

  His eyes were fixed on the sword, and he saw that the sword had two characters "Guang Han" engraved on it after it was unsheathed. All the coldness came from this sword, as if it also came from those two words.

  "Master... don't..." Yan Luoniang cried out in surprise, just as her voice sounded. A butterfly appeared under the sword light scattered by Guang Hanjian, its wings fluttering slightly before disappearing, followed by a web of Li Mi Sword, like willow catkins dancing in the air.

  The Gu Han sword slashed down, cutting not only towards the sword net but also towards the statue.

  "Ah......" Yan Luoniang exclaimed in shock.

  Where the Guanghan Sword passed, the sword net suddenly dispersed, but a hazy white misty sword stabbed towards the Taoist nun, with a pale blue butterfly sealed within the sword body. As soon as the sword appeared, in the eyes of the many disciples behind the Taoist nun, it was not a single sword, but a multitude of swords, all stabbing towards those disciples.

  A sword came suddenly, and the sound of the sword hummed in the void.

  Just as the Guanghan Sword was about to slash onto the statue, it suddenly disappeared and then reappeared in front of the Taoist nun. The sword light enveloped her and her disciples behind her like a peacock spreading its tail, with each sword clear and distinct, yet also hazy and indistinct. The Heavenly Mystery Sword covered the sky and earth, simultaneously enveloping the statue behind it in its sword light.

  The Heavenly Sword suddenly disappeared, and a mist suddenly emerged from the River God Temple. The mist was like an invisible wave that surged in an instant, making people inside the temple feel as if they were in a river domain. A sticky feeling immediately enveloped their bodies, and their sense of connection to heaven and earth instantly became isolated.

  "Master..." Yan Luoniang suddenly rushed into the sword light and opened her arms.

  With a short and abrupt sound of the sword returning to its scabbard, the sword light disappeared.

  "Run!"

  The Taoist nun let out a low shout and turned around to leave.

  The mist in the River God Temple dispersed, Yan Luoniang turned around to look at the River God statue, wanting to say something, when another cold shout came from outside the temple: "Luoniang, do you want to betray your sect?"

  Yan Luoniang immediately withdrew her words, quickly bowed to the god statue and ran out of the River God Temple. When she got outside, her master had already taken the other disciples far away, so she hurriedly chased after them.