nyslfriends Chapter 133 River God, Rhythm And Taoism To Suppress Demons
Chapter 133 River God, Rhythm And Taoism To Suppress Demons
Mr. Spider is determined to protect the villagers, but he is just a little monster. He is determined but powerless, and he does not even have the ability to resist in the face of powerful enemies.
But the other party didn't kill him, so it was very likely that they were eyeing his incense scent.
"Do you know the specific identity of Evil Cultivator?" Chen Changsheng asked.
Mr. Spider shook his head: "This person has an unknown origin. He came to this mountain range a few years ago. He will come and drain the blood of the villagers every once in a while, and he will not only drain this village, he will go wherever there are people."
"Which direction did he go and what did he look like?"
"He left in the south direction two days ago. His appearance was old and his hair was gray. He wore dirty blue robes every time he came. He was also proficient in formations. I was sealed in place by his formations and could only watch helplessly. Watching the blood being drained from the villagers.”
Mr. Spider knew everything, his tone full of helplessness and frustration.
At this moment, a group of villagers came running from behind in a hurry, holding brooms and shovels in their hands, and they were angry.
"Mr. Spider, are you okay?"
"Look! It's the immortal cultivator just now!"
"Huh? It doesn't seem like there's going to be a fight. Everyone, please put down your weapons. Don't be rude!"
The Immobilization Technique on the villagers had expired, and they came running in a hurry with farm tools.
Someone saw Chen Changsheng talking to Mr. Spider and hurriedly asked the villagers to put down their weapons to avoid angering the immortal cultivators.
Chen Changsheng turned around and said calmly: "I will not kill monsters indiscriminately. The scent of incense on his body cannot be faked. You don't have to worry about me doing it."
Hearing this, the villagers breathed a collective sigh of relief, with respectful smiles on their faces.
It would be a lie to say that they are not afraid of immortal cultivators. They were drained of blood by an Evil Cultivator two days ago, and the fear in their hearts has not faded away. The reason why they dare to take up arms to resist is because of the kindness in their hearts to Mr. Spider.
"However, this is the boundary of Taiping City, and demons and demons are prohibited from running rampant."
Chen Changsheng looked at Mr. Spider and added: "You have two choices, either leave here or join the Taiping Town Yaosi."
"I wonder what the Demon Suppressor... needs me to do?" Mr. Spider asked in a low voice.
"The main thing is to deal with the files of the Demon Suppression Department. You can continue teaching in your free time."
"I would like to join the Demon Suppression Division!"
Mr. Spider cupped his hands and bowed to Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng nodded and said: "From today on, your name is Zhishu, and you will be our clerk in the Demon Suppression Department."
The name Zhishu was given to him, which originated from the homonym of "Zhishu" which means "Zhishu Dali".
Using the word "spider" as his surname is to highlight his evil identity.
"Thank you, Master, for the name!"
Zhu Shu bowed again with a respectful attitude, and the joy could be clearly seen on the ugly monster's face. From today on, he no longer has to worry about being killed by the immortal cultivators!
Chen Changsheng then explained everything about Taiping City thoroughly to the villagers.
The whole village has expressed their intention to stay here. Where can these mortals go? Staying in Taipingcheng is undoubtedly the best choice.
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An hour later.
Chen Changsheng and Miaomiao followed the traces left by the Evil Cultivator and headed south.
Passing through several human race gathering places, all of them were sallow, thin, and lacking in vitality, and the appearance of the Evil Cultivator was exactly the same.
The two of them followed the clues given by the residents to investigate.
Several desiccated corpses of immortal cultivators were found on the road. They had just died, but all the blood had been drained from their bodies.
"He treats this mountain range as a hunting ground."
Chen Changsheng landed a fireball and burned the corpse completely.
Miaomiao looked at the rushing river ahead and said in a clear voice: "Master, there seems to be something in the river. Could it be the Evil Cultivator?"
"With what the Evil Cultivator does, it doesn't look like someone who can hide. He just wanders around and draws blood from people until he is satisfied."
"Let's go over and take a look."
Chen Changsheng took the lead towards the chain suspension bridge that ran across the river.
When his feet stepped on the wooden planks of the suspension bridge, there was a creaking sound, and the ancient suspension bridge swayed slightly, as if it would break in the next second.
The expressions of the master and the apprentice remained unchanged, and they carefully looked at the situation in Hanoi as they walked.
Snap!
Suddenly, the wooden board under Chen Changsheng's feet shattered, one foot was in the air, and the river below suddenly surged, forming a vortex of water.
With a splash, the water rose up into the sky like pillars, blooming in the sky, and falling down like hazy drizzle.
A stooped old man in gray robes walked out of the water. He looked at the master and apprentice with a smile and said: "Two young monks, you fell in just now..."
"Is it this freshly severed head, or this freshly skinned baby?"
The old man's face suddenly twisted, the sky was covered with black clouds, and the cold frost quickly froze the entire river.
He held the bloody head in one hand and the baby's body without eyeballs in the other.
The picture is bloody and terrifying!
However, Chen Changsheng and Miaomiao looked at him calmly, as if they were watching a monkey show.
"Miaomiao, you deal with him." Chen Changsheng said calmly.
Miaomiao reacted quickly, and a guqin suddenly appeared in front of her. She brushed the strings with her bare hands, and the sound wave melody spread out like Xiaoxiao sword energy!
The heads and babies in the old man's hands instantly exploded into a mist of blood.
"You bastard! How dare you disrespect the river god! You also destroyed my beloved baby. I will use your heads to replace my baby!"
The old man stood upright in anger, and his distorted face gradually took on the shape of a fish head, but his body still maintained a human shape, looking nondescript.
Wow!
The frozen river surged again, rushing towards us like a tsunami.
Miao Miao's pretty face was calm, her slender jade hands gently plucked the strings, the music rang rapidly, and the continuous sonic sword energy spread in circles.
The moment the hundred-foot-high tsunami touched the sound wave, it seemed like it had hit an invisible wall.
There was a loud explosion, and the stormy waves broke into rain, turning into bright red blood beads when they fell.
The old man formed a seal with his hands, and the blood beads condensed into blood arrows and shot out quickly, densely packed like a river of blood, flowing endlessly.
The melody of the piano music changed again, and the aftertaste of the chanting under the fingers was subtle and long.
With a crisp click, the underside of the guqin unfolded like a sword box, and nine Third Grade flying swords suddenly flew out, forming a large sword array and heading towards them!
This guqin was modified from a sword box.
Boom! !
The sword formation collided with the blood river, creating waves of air that caused the suspension bridge to sway.
Chen Changsheng and Miaomiao flew up at the same time, and a sharp piano sound popped out of Miaomiao's hand, turning into a moon blade a hundred meters wide, flying as fast as thunder.
In an instant, the blood river was cut into two parts, so fast that even the consciousness could not catch it.
Under the old man's astonished gaze, it passed across his neck silently!
Dark red blood gushed out like spring water. The old man opened his mouth slightly and covered his neck in pain, as if he wanted to say something, but his throat had been cut and he could not make a sound.
The body and the fish's head were separated and broken, and they fell into the river at the same time.
The swaying suspension bridge gradually calmed down, the river water returned to its rapidity, and the sound of the stream flowing was clear and sweet.
All the strange scenes just now seemed as if they had never happened...