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  Chen Jing stood in front of the River God Temple, looking towards the direction of Heqian Village. He didn't recognize the girl, but he recognized her magic technique. It was a kind that left an indelible mark on his mind, something he would never forget. Using all things as symbols, then transforming them into various spiritual objects to attack enemies - this was a method unique to the Xianfu Sect. Although symbol magic wasn't anything special in the world, the Xianfu Sect's method of being able to create symbols from anything was quite distinctive.

  The big red shrimp and shellfish crawled out of the river, standing on either side of Chen Jing, even the big red shrimp didn't make a sound.

  The moon was high in the sky, and Chen Jing was once again sitting on the threshold of the River God Temple. The big red shrimp was as large as a two-hundred-pound red pig, lying beside Chen Jing's right side. Beishell's entire body was a pale green color, about the size of a millstone, with a faint mist surrounding her body, and upon closer inspection, it could be seen that she wasn't touching the ground. Today they didn't ask Chen Jing any questions about his cultivation.

  The quiet night was broken by footsteps from afar. From the sound of the footsteps, it could be heard that this person was running and must have had a very light body.

  The big red shrimp had already lifted its head, looking towards the riverbank direction. A 12 or 13-year-old little girl ran up panting and shouted loudly before she even got close: "It's not good, someone is coming to smash your home again."

  "What, who dares to come and cause trouble again? Does he think I'm a mud shrimp?" The big red shrimp scurried up, loudly shouting. In just a few steps, it had already reached the riverbank, looked down at the riverbank below, and suddenly turned around, loudly shouting: "It's not good, River God, that paper crane rider is carrying a huge hammer to smash the temple again!"

  He had just finished speaking and returned to Chen Jing's side when a woman appeared from under the riverbank. It was the one who had smashed the god statue that afternoon. Her hair was still slightly disheveled, her curved willow-leaf eyebrows, pointed chin, and she looked very beautiful, but on her shoulder, she carried a huge hammer.

  She saw the giant red shrimp and shell in front of the River God Temple, and was slightly stunned. Then she walked quickly, without saying a word, with her giant hammer raised high, surrounded by a clear glow, and struck Chen Jing. In an instant, a whirlwind arose, and there seemed to be a feeling of splitting the earth with one hammer blow. The giant red shrimp let out a loud roar, and its pair of giant red pincers were already raised high, blocking the giant hammer. But then a crisp sound was heard, followed by the giant red shrimp's angry roar, as its body surged up with a burst of water vapor, and its body suddenly expanded to the size of a horse, charging towards the woman.

  The woman didn't seem to be a martial artist, she just wielded a large hammer and smashed it at the giant prawn one after another. The giant prawn also didn't know any magic, it simply held up its giant pincers and clashed with the woman, for a time they were evenly matched.

  The little white dragon stood on one side with its mouth agape, looking at them in surprise. Just after a while, it began to circle around them, occasionally squatting down to take a closer look, pointing and gesturing with its claws, muttering to itself.

  About an hour later, the battle finally ended. The big red shrimp was limp on the ground, and the woman was also leaning against the big hammer, panting heavily, staring fiercely at Chen Jing. She wasn't a martial artist, but a Taoist cultivator, her body's spiritual energy driving the symbolized hammer to exchange blows with the big red shrimp, surprisingly ending in a stalemate. However, if the big red shrimp had really fought her to the death, she would not have been its match.

  Chen Jingru looked at the ground and didn't look at her.

  "Devil, come and kill me." She suddenly said with hatred: "Come on, come and kill me."

  Chen Jing finally lifted his head, he finally remembered that he had heard such words when he was in the Xianfu Sect.

  "I will avenge my father today, I will avenge my second uncle, third uncle and fourth uncle, I will avenge the senior brothers of Xianfu Sect..." The woman said loudly, this time even the big red shrimp did not make a sound, turned his head to look at Chen Jing.

  "Monster, aren't you powerful? Come and kill me, kill me......" The woman cried out loudly.

  Chen Jing finally lifted his head, looked at her, and remained silent for a long time before slowly saying: "I won't kill you."

  "You've killed so many people, what's one more?" The woman wailed.

  Chen Jing didn't say anything else, and the woman just stared at him intently. For a moment, it was quite quiet in front of the River God Temple. About half an hour later, the woman regained her strength, lifted the giant hammer, and walked towards the River God Temple. The big red shrimp hurriedly blocked Chen Jing's path. However, this time she didn't come to smash Chen Jing, but instead went to the side of the temple and smashed against the temple wall.

  One hammer fell after another, producing a series of dull thuds.

  In her heart, she only wanted to demolish the temple, so that Chen Jing could no longer enjoy the incense offerings. As she demolished it, she also loudly cursed: "Deceiving the world and stealing fame, falsely claiming to be a divine spirit, you should go down to hell, be cut into pieces, and never be reborn for eternity."

  At the moment she smashed down, the River God Temple was shrouded in a milky white glow. However, Chen Jing's face suddenly changed, his soul shook, as if the wound on his head in the underworld began to ache again, it was that kind of lingering pain entwined with his soul.

  "Bang...... Bang...... Bang......"

  Each dull thud was like a blow to Chen Jing's heart, striking his once-broken head.

  The big red shrimp looked at her, then glanced at Chen Jing, only to find that he couldn't see Chen Jing's face clearly because he was now in a divine soul state. He thought of going to intercept him, but Chen Jing called out to him instead. The shell remained still, standing there quietly, its body merely rotating a few times. Meanwhile, the little white dragon crouched beside her, with his hands clasped around his knees, looking curious.

  This pain was not so bad at first, but as time went on, every blow was heart-wrenching and if Chen Jing had a physical body, he would have been shaking all over by now. Now, his soul sitting in front of the Temple of Gods looked like it could dissipate at any moment in the eyes of Da Hong Xiang and others.

  "Since I have committed a crime, I should be punished. If I cannot atone for my sin in the underworld, then let me suffer this soul-refining torment in the world of the living."

  Refine your heart and soul, cultivate yourself everywhere.

  This night was destined to be unpeaceful. From now on, there would be one more temple destroyer in front of the Xiuchunwan River God Temple.

  In a mountain pavilion, Lidian sat cross-legged on the stone table inside. The mountain breeze blew in, bringing waves of floral fragrance.

  Suddenly, she waved her hand in the quiet void, and a streak of light disappeared into the void.

  "Ding......" The clear and ethereal sound of metal clashing echoed through the desolate mountain valley.

  In the distant mountains, a circle of spiritual energy waves rose silently, causing the flowers, grass and trees in the mountains to rustle. On the top of a green pine tree at the waist of the mountain, a Taoist appeared, wearing a black Taoist robe, with two swords on his back, one blue and one purple, crossed like a giant pair of scissors.

  If you look at his back, he is just a slender and quiet sword cultivator, but on his face, there is a pair of white eyebrows that make him look very young, yet unforgettable at first glance.

  A flash of light flew by, and with a slight movement of his fingers in the void, an additional gleam of clear sword blade appeared. If Chen Jing had seen it, he would have discovered that this sword was even more solidified. The glow of the sword blade shone into Licheng's eyes.

  "The humble Taoist of Mount Shu has met fellow Taoists before." The Taoist said with a single palm on his chest, slightly lowering his head and eyebrows, speaking in a calm and unhurried tone.

  His fingers moved slightly, and the blade had already disappeared. He didn't answer, but instead took down a wine gourd from his waist, tilted his head back and took a sip. As he drank, his eyes remained fixed on the long-browed man. From afar, his expression gave off an air of arrogance.

  Wine enters cherry lips, wet red lips, closed eyes swallow down. Then he no longer looks at that long eyebrow, that long eyebrow no longer speaks, quietly standing on a branch of a pine tree in the middle of the mountain waist. A wisp of mountain wind wraps up the mountain fog and sticks to his Taoist robe.

  After a long time, he finally spoke again: "I heard that Daoist friends had once fought against the Kunlun successor in Jiuhua State?"

  "You're no match for him." Lidian said with his eyes still closed.

  "Haha, Jiaolong Wang's profound magical powers and borrowing the power of a river spirit to enter Kunlun ultimately led to his death and disappearance. However, I heard that a small river god in his domain managed to escape, which shows that there are many mysteries to the law, each with its own subtleties. You're not me, how do you know I'm not his match?"

  Lidian opened his eyes and looked at Changmei with a proud expression. After a while, he said: "The evil waters and mountains are all produced by the heavenly toad that swallows the sky!"

  "Heh heh, only a perilous peak can have vigorous pines." Chang Mei said slowly and calmly, but with the same confidence and pride, "I've heard that your sword skills are unmatched..."

  "Hum..."

  Before Longmei's words were finished, the sword in Licheng's hand had already flown out, and a faint sword hum sounded simultaneously in the void.

  A flash of silver sword light flew out, and clouds of smoke rose from the mountain valley.

  A streak of green light shot up from behind his long eyebrows, which was exactly the Green Sword on his back.

  In the distance, a flash of light was seen flying out from among the mountains and pavilions. In an instant, a Taoist with a pair of long white eyebrows had a burst of green light shoot up behind him. The moment the green light appeared, the long-browed man's entire body was enveloped in a mass of green shadow.

  A streak of white light pierced into the green shadow, heading straight for Zhang Mei's throat. However, the white light that pierced into the green shadow unexpectedly dispersed into a puff of white smoke, as if it had been scattered by the layer of hazy green shadow. The white smoke rose suddenly, but before it could form into a cloud, it vanished again. Nevertheless, the Longmei Daoist's face changed color, and he sprang to his feet, with a green sword suddenly appearing on his forehead.

  "Ding......" A streak of cold light flashed on the blue sword and then disappeared without a trace.

  Sitting cross-legged in the mountain pavilion, Lichun stretched out her hand and grasped at the air, already pinching a streak of sword light in her hand. She coldly gazed at Changmei and said: "Three parts human, seven parts sword, truly a fine sword."

  "Heh heh, how does it compare to the Linglong Pagoda used by the Kunlun successor?" asked Changmei in a calm and unhurried tone.

  "Kunlun has many treasures, do you think that the Linglong Treasure Pagoda is Kunlun's top treasure? Ha ha, it's just because the Linglong Treasure Pagoda happens to restrain the Jiaolong King. " Licheng said no more and remained silent, her expression still proud. To her, this long-browed Taoist in front of her was indeed skilled in swordsmanship, but his strength relied on the two swords behind him. His own strength was not bad, but it was not enough to gain her attention.

  The Taoist with the long eyebrows smiled and said no more, but thought to himself: "He has many Kunlun treasures, but how many can he use at once? I have these two purple swords, which are enough to defeat him. Seven years ago, my three senior brothers went to Jiuhua State to travel and died. In Jiuhua State, only Kunlun had the power to kill my three senior brothers, and even the soul lanterns left at the mountain gate were extinguished. No matter what, I must go to Mount Kunlun."