The catfish spirit was chased and suddenly rolled up in the water, revealing its true form. The body was more than three meters long, with dark and smooth skin, and a big mouth like a wooden basin, with fangs inside, and their eyes were like eggs, emitting a red-blooded light.

He showed that his true form was not to fight against Chang Jin, but to escape. Catfish were born with a method of drilling into the ground, which could go deep into the ground several feet deep. If they hid in the depths of the mud and then blocked it with real water spiritual power, the other party would definitely not find any trace.

The idea is ruthless and beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

With the sound of drums and under the gaze of the Huojiadu people on the river bank, a dazzling sword light came out from Chang Jin's hand and fell on the river surface.

"Boom..." The light flashed, and the river surface was suddenly cut into a gap of more than three feet wide, and it rushed down.

As soon as the catfish spirit rushed into the bottom of the water, he felt a cold on his back, and his murderous aura was like ice, almost freezing his whole body.

At the critical moment of life and death, his body rolled forward and most of it had already penetrated into the mud.

The sword light broke through the water and swept through the catfish spirit's back. Most of the long tail fin was instantly cut off. It was not hurt. The catfish spirit endured the pain and its entire body would completely sink into the mud.

Chang Jin's soul flashed again, disappeared from the river surface in an instant, and came to the bottom of the water. The water here was only more than four meters deep, and some pressure did not disturb him much at all.

"Oh..." The people who helped the war on the river bank burst into screams.

"Ah..." Then he heard a deafening scream from the bottom of the river, and then a huge vortex came out of the river. A trace of blood appeared in the vortex, and a body was vaguely twisting wildly. The magic power of the catfish spirit was surging, causing huge waves. Even the silent mud at the bottom of the river was stirred up, emitting a pungent fishy smell.

Chang Jin's wrist turned, and his murderous aura rose again, bringing up a phantom, and flew away like a water dragon.

The catfish spirit shook his body and hurriedly hurriedly hurriedly hurriedly, shouting: "Grandpa God, Grandpa God, Grandpa God, Grandpa God, I am willing to submit to my command and let Grandpa God drive..."

His appearance is now very miserable. His tail has been cut off most of his head, and the sword light has also been cut into a three-foot-long hole. A trace of mighty energy keeps moving in his body, burning fire and unbearable pain.

Chang Jin was unmoved by it, and the sound of swords sounded in the misty dark night. The sticky river water and hazy water vapor were all cut into pieces.

A huge, black head flew out of the water, crossed four or five feet apart, and hit the river bank with a bang.

The catfish spirit lost its head, and its body was still twisting in the water. Blood spurted out from its body, dyeing the entire river surface into scarlet red. Under the torch, it emitted a strange light.

Chang Jin held a sword in his hand, dressed in a scholar, and his whole body was filled with murderous intent. In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived at the place where the bloody head was.

The catfish spirit has become a ghost immortal. Although the body has been cut into several sections, as long as the soul is not dead, it can still survive.

Chang Jin will not leave any troubles, so he will stab him if he raises his sword.

"Slowly, can you kill me quickly?" The catfish spirit figure floated out of his body and screamed in horror.

"You have eaten so many people and have many resentments, but I am so proud of you." Chang Jin smiled coldly and replied.

"Little Mao God, you dare to kill me, and you are not afraid of being cursed or resentful..."

Before the other party could finish speaking, the sword had already drawn a dazzling sword light and flashed, and then several true texts floated out, wrapping a ball of black mist in it, and hiding into the soul.

"What a vicious god, I don't have any feelings. I curse you that you will be punished by God in the future." The black mist quickly condensed into a demon spirit, opening his mouth to bite it according to Chang Jin's soul.

The real text flashed again, and the catfish spirit screamed, and the remaining Yin God had been refined.

Then Chang Jin flashed his sword in his hand, splitting the catfish fucked in half, and a black jade gourd as big as a palm rolled out of his throat.

Wherever his mind moved, the black jade gourd had already flown to Chang Jin's palm. This was originally a magic weapon obtained by the catfish spirit, but unfortunately his realm was too low and he had not been completely refined at all. He only left a magic mark inside. Now that the Yin God has been destroyed, this magic mark naturally no longer exists.

Chang Jin only invaded several divine thoughts and easily refined them. Then he opened the black jade gourd and the mouth of the bottle faced the river.

The Xuanyin heavy water that was originally scattered in the Jiangshi River flew quickly and automatically fell into the gourd belly.

At this moment, holding the black jade gourd, Chang Jin felt a heavy feeling, as if there was a big river in this small magic weapon.

He stood beside the catfish fucked head and shouted at the people not far away: "The water monster in the river and stone river has been killed by me, so you can rest assured in the future..."

Chang Jin's voice was not loud, but his words contained a trace of magic power, which was clearly transmitted into everyone's ears, even the people in Huojiadu Village and Town were no exception.

"Ao..." Hearing this, the people on the embankment cheered loudly, and several drumbeats even made the cowhide drum sound.

At this time, Huo Changshan walked out and bowed, "My benefactor, eliminate the evil spirits and ensure the safety of my Huojiadu. The people of Huojiadu are grateful. We will rebuild the River God Temple later. Please ask Mr. Huojiadu to come to Huojiadu to take charge."

Chang Jin said slowly: "Chang Mouding will not disappoint the people of Huojiadu..."

Then he nodded to Xiaomu again. The two of them appeared opposite the river in an instant with lanterns, flashing again, completely disappearing into the vast dark night.

Watching the gods go away, Huo Changshan said to everyone after a while: "It's not too early, so we'll go back to rest. Today, Master Eng-hun cleared the water demon, and I, Huojiadu, can also calm down in the future. By the way, you all come tomorrow. We will correct the original River God Temple again and ask Master Eng-hun to move in."

Everyone had seen the magic figure of the Empress Master who killed the water demon by sword tonight, and was quite convinced by it, so they did not object.

It was not easy to come out, and Chang Jin was not in a hurry to let his soul return to his position. Instead, he led Xiaomu all the way forward, patrolling the divine realm, and clearing the evil spirits under his control.

Back then, Dushui Shuijun led the Gulang to flood nearly a hundred miles of land on both sides of the shore. Tens of thousands of people died in the torrent for various reasons. After these people died, some of their souls returned to the underworld, but many of them hid in the dark land of evil spirits, turned into remnants of ghosts, secretly causing chaos, and harming living beings.

Chang Jin planned to take this opportunity to save the dead and clear out evil spirits.

He had already done this when he was the thoroughfare land, and now he is naturally very easy to do.

Most of the evil ghosts were just human and immortal realms, and there were almost no twists and turns along the way. By dawn, Chang Jin had already patrolled his subordinates for half of his rule, sent Xiaomu into the temple, and controlled his soul to return to his original body.

On the morning of the next day, from the young men, the entire Qingshan Town knew the situation of the benefactor killing the water demon with his sword. The two merchants were stunned after hearing everyone's description: It turned out that what accompanied them with them last night was not ghosts, but great opportunity of the gods, and they missed it like this, which really made them regret it.

Putting aside the two of them regrets, after breakfast, Huo Changshan directed more than a dozen young men to clean the River Temple.

The original river god of Jiangshihe has been dead for more than a year. At this moment, the temple is covered with dust and there are still many spider webs hanging on the beams. A few Chinese characters have been busy for a while, and finally cleaned the temple.

Then another man pointed to the river god statue on the divine platform and said, "Uncle Huo, is the statue still left here?

"No, you guys move it out directly. We need to find someone to reshape the statue of the benefactor." Huo Changshan shook his head.

There is a saying in the secular world that "It is easy to invite God and it is difficult to send God." Inviting gods requires the power of incense and thoughts. If you don't want to worship and send the gods away, it will be difficult. Gods often blame believers and cause disasters.

Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, the secular people rarely drive the gods away.

But the original river god has fallen, so there is no need to be such a trouble.

After receiving the order, the two young people immediately climbed up to the altar and reached out to move the river god statue away. However, as soon as their fingers touched, the clay-sculpted river god statue broke all over the ground and fell off the altar.

In this world where Taoism shows saints, without the blessing of gods, a clay statue cannot be held at all without the sacred spirits.

In the following days, Chang Jin stayed at home during the day and sat with Bai Susu to treat patients. Some time ago, Chang's clinic cured more than a dozen patients. After word of mouth, there were more patients in the clinic these days.

Of course, they gathered together to discuss the compilation of medical books. With the ideas provided by Chang Jin, Bai Susu had already written more than 5,000 words in a few days.

At night, Chang Jin continued to lead Xiaomu to patrol the country. These days, the two of them inspected most of the evil ghosts in the divine realm, and before they knew it, the number of believers increased a lot.

In a few days, the people of Huojiadu finally shaped the statue of the Lord of the Lord. After choosing an auspicious day, Huo Changshan led a group of people to prepare three animals to set the table again, and then placed the statue on the back table, covered it with red cloth, and were also carried by four young and strong men, blowing and hitting towards the Temple of the Lord of the Lord twenty miles away.

The weather was hot, and as soon as we walked four or five miles away, many people began to complain. There happened to be a village in front of us, and Huo Changshan asked everyone to rest under the shade of the trees, and ordered people to go to the town to ask for some cold water.

The village here is called Dawangzhuang, and there is a village temple in the village.

At this moment, a faint white mist rose from the divine realm of the village temple. An old man sat in it, and there was a ghost holding a steel fork beside him. They quietly looked at the crowd of people who were inviting gods in the distance.

"Master, the opportunity has come. These people plan to invite God. Just leave a shrine talisman on it, and you can add a temple and a few thousand believers... This will also improve your realm as soon as possible." The ghost looked at it for a while and suggested.

"Look, let's talk about it." Although the old man was a little moved, he still remained rational. "Although my benefactor is a new god, he has been listening to the people's talk these days. This god is very great. If I take his position as a god, I may cause trouble."

"The master is too worried. I have never heard of the kindness of the gods before. What ordinary people know? As long as the gods are sometimes effective, they will spread the magical things..."
Chapter completed!