Since he ascended the throne of the Engong Temple, Chang Jin knew that one day he would have a conflict with the City God, but he did not expect that this day would come so early and did not give him the opportunity to consolidate the divine realm.

If it were other gods, they might have kept a low profile while they were not strong enough and temporarily contributed their incense and thought to the City God. However, Chang Jin did not want to do this. Whether it was cultivating immortals or cultivating gods, Chang Jin never succumbed to external pressure, and what he did depends entirely on his original heart. If there were so many twists and turns in his heart, he would be at ease in his work and frustrated in his original heart, how could he have the current realm?

Another point is that if you offer incense and spiritual power to the City God, it would be equivalent to bowing down and surrendering to him. In this way, the two of them have a distinction between superiors and subordinates.

In this era when Taoism was revealed, these names were equivalent to the contract of the divine Tao. Once established, they would be recognized by the laws of heaven and earth.

Under the great power of the name, the City God can knead and kill him at will.

If Chang Jin resists, he will be defeated by the lower level. If there are any mistakes at that time, the losses will be greater than that now.

It is better to cut it off directly, and it will save you a lot of trouble.

"Are you the evil god in the Engong Temple?" Seeing a phantom floating out of the temple, Duan Hong narrowed his eyes and said. The other party had not yet entered the realm of ghosts and gods, but in every move, there was an indescribable aura of divine aura, rolling like a torrent, endlessly, calm like a mountain, weighing thousands of pounds.

Standing there just puts a huge pressure on him.

"I'm" Chang Jin pulled out his sword and said, "Come on, let me see what to say about half a word?"

Duan Hong was about to scold him, but when he saw the other party's actions, he knew that it would be useless to say more. With a wave of his big hand, dozens of Yin soldiers rushed over with weapons in their hands and howled.

"The mayflies shake the big tree, ridiculous and unpredictable." Before he finished speaking, Chang Jin's sword shook. The sword light flashed, and the ghost soldiers rushing in front had turned into black mist and dissipated, with shrill screams mixed in it.

"You" saw several subordinates being killed in a flash, Duan Hong was extremely shocked and hurriedly retreated behind the Yin soldiers, "What magic weapon is in your hand?"

He had checked the luck above the Engong Temple before and knew that the evil god in front of him was not at a high level. At this time, he saw that his ghost soldiers were scattered when they met, and immediately determined that the other party had a very powerful magic sword treasure in his hand.

"I want to know what the magic weapon in my master's hand is, so let Wei Yuan come to see me in person." Chang Jin said calmly. He knew that these ghost soldiers were just obedient and had no intention of killing them again, so it would be better to force the master out.

"Yes, yes" Duan Hong was afraid of being killed by the other party with a sword, and did not dare to say anything harshly, but just left with his subordinates in shame.

In the eyes of Wei Yuan, the city god of Wanshan Prefecture, an evil god who is not even a ghost or a god, dozens of ghost soldiers will definitely defeat the other party in a few seconds and two ways.

Therefore, he was not worried. He was sitting upright on the platform, holding an exquisite white jade cup in his hand, and letting the ghost servant stand beside him and pour wine for himself. This wine was treasured by the former City God, but Ye Zongren was dismissed from his post in the Taoist court and then took him away, which made him cheaper.

The one who accompanied the audience was Wang Junyi, who had reported to him before.

"Wang Junyi, what do you think of this City God's fine wine?" Wei Yuan's mood is not worth getting angry about as an arrogant and ignorant Mao God.

"Thank you Mr. Chenghuang to give you wine. You have never drunk such a small wine. It's like nectar. After drinking, you're all comfortable and full of spiritual energy." Wang Junyi replied, but he was very depressed.

He originally wanted to use the power of the City God to eradicate the benevolent god, but he never wanted to trap himself in.

Just now, the City God promised that when the evil gods in Engong Temple were eliminated, he would give him a temple as a branch temple, and then asked Wang Junyi to sign a Shinto contract to completely clarify the subordinate relationship.

He is in the divine realm of the City God, and he is like pork on a felt board, how dare Wang Junyi not agree?

He was originally a poor Mao God, nominally under the jurisdiction of the City God God, but because the City God God Realm has not yet included Wanshan Mansion, he did not have to offer incense and thoughts to the other party at all, and lived a free and easy life. He should not have greed, and even fell into it.

"Since you like it, I will give you a jar when I look back." Wei Yuan made a great promise. He naturally understood the principle of slapping a sweet date.

Before Wei Yuan finished speaking, he saw a man rushing into the hall and kneeling on the ground with a pounce.

"Duan Hong, you are back so soon? That evil god was captured by you. Where is it now?" Wei Yuan said happily as if the matter had been completed.

"Master, the young one disappoints you. That evil god is so powerful. He drove the young one back." Duan Hong replied with a sad face.

"What? What did you say?" Wei Yuan's face turned from joy to anger, and the wine glass in his hand stumbled to the ground. He didn't care about the broken white jade cup and asked anxiously: "What the hell is going on? Tell me quickly."

"Master, the little one leads the army... The evil god holds a magic weapon blade in his hand, which is really powerful. After being unsheathed, it is overwhelming intent, and kills eight Yin soldiers with just one sword. The magic weapon also has the effect of invading the Yin and cutting the soul. After the eight Yin soldiers were in the sword, they immediately lost their souls and could no longer condense and rebirth.

At that time, the young man was several feet away and felt like he was in a sea of ​​blood. Seeing that his subordinates were defeated, the young man had to hurry back and report to the master." Duan Hong saw that the city god was angry and hurriedly told the whole story.

"You said that Mao God has a magic sword in his hand?" Wei Yuan asked again. He died unexpectedly, and the magic weapon originally given by the master also lost its vigor.

Since taking office as the City God, Wei Yuan has been worried that there is no magic weapon to take advantage of. Now, after listening to his subordinates’ narrative, he is moved.

The magic sword that can cut off the Yin and destroy the soul is definitely not an ordinary class. He once learned from the secret book of the master that the magic weapons in the hands of countless immortals and gods in ancient times have the ability to open up the world. Unfortunately, a thousand years ago, the evil gods invaded foreign lands, and those immortals and gods fell one after another, and their magic weapons disappeared. One hundred of them could be passed down.

The situation Duan Hong just told me is probably held by the evil god, which is an ancient treasure that he had obtained unintentionally.

"Back to Master, yes," Duan Hong nodded affirmatively.

"Duan Hong, this City God sent you to lead your troops to attack a small evil god, but you actually lost your troops and returned home in defeat. This really disappoints me... But what you reported just now is of great use to this City God. Let's record this account for now. Now you will beat the drums and reorganize the army immediately... This City God wants to personally attack the evil god of the Engong Temple."

Wei Yuan didn't want to delay the evil god's hand for a moment. He was afraid that there would be too many dreams. Once the master learned about it, such a treasure would not fall into his hands.

"Yes," Duan Hong responded, then walked out of the hall, and beat the dot in front of the hall to drum.

The sound of dongdongdong drums sounded, and the ghost soldiers in the City God Realm heard the sound and rushed towards the hall.

The Yuqingdao Temple in Tianding Mountain.

Although it was already night, there were still many disciples in the Taoist sect not sleeping, but sat cross-legged in an open area to absorb the essence of the Taiyin.

There is no sun or moon in practice. As a practitioner, it is common to meditate for several hours at a time.

But these meditating disciples felt a chill for no reason at this moment, so they opened their eyes one after another. People who practice Taoism have sharp six consciousnesses and are most sensitive to the most. If there are bad signs, they can mostly perceive them in advance.

Realizing that something was wrong, they all began to use secret methods to calculate.

But as soon as the beginning began, a thunder suddenly came from the bright moon sky. The sound seemed to explode in my ears, shaking their souls.

"What happened?" In the strange sign just now, Master Kunyuan also had a sense of it immediately. Before he could complete the calculation, a shocking bolt fell.

He quickly rushed out of the room, looked up at the sky, and was shocked.

I saw large groups of black clouds rapidly gathering in the sky hundreds of feet high. In just a few breaths, the bright moon was blocked. The dark clouds, like a monster with fangs and claws, rushed towards the Tianding Mountain.

"Not good, this is a warning from God. Something big happened." I felt that I was almost breathless by the black clouds. Kun Yuan was frightened and had no time to order someone to send me a message. He let out a light roar and quickly spread across the peaks of Tianzhu Mountain.

After receiving the message from the head, Taoists from the two generations of Kunxuan rushed towards the main hall.

Before everyone could arrive, a flying crane had already arrived.

Kunshan next to him was quick-witted and grabbed it. After he saw the message, his face changed again: "Dear brothers, the pool of fortune has changed."

The head of Kunyuan had recovered his calmness at this moment and said to the disciples next to him: "Xuanmu, you have led three generations of disciples to guard the various portals of Tianzhu Mountain. If any abnormal movement occurs, you do not need to report it, you can deal with it yourself."

Then, he said, "My brothers, let's go to the Creation Pool to see what happened."

It is so dangerous to fight for dragons in humanity. From sending disciples into the secular world to the present, the pool of fortune has warned twice. I wonder what went wrong this time.

When they arrived by the pool of creation, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The clear water in the pool of fortune only reduced by 10%, and the fairy gourds in it did not fall. This shows that the disaster faced by Yuqingdao this time is not a big deal.

"Sect Master, we should quickly communicate to the world and see where something went wrong." Somehow, Kunshan always felt that the bad omen this time was not that simple.

"Okay" Based on the principle of being careful and not being seriously ill, Kun Yuan nodded.

As soon as he finished speaking, another "boom" sound was heard, and the entire cave was shaking, and the dust and gravel fell down. One of the gravel eyes as big as a bowl was about to hit the true seed of the immortal gourd. A large array suddenly appeared in the pool of fortune, and the talisman light flowed, blasting the gravel out.

This is a great ominous sign

The faces of the few people became embarrassing again.

"Senior brother, quickly send me the secular disciples to inquire. The key is to the disciples who are doing things around Qianlong, see if there is any movement, and be quick." Kun Yuan almost roared, completely scolding.

If it can cause such a great omen, even if there is no problem with the Qianlong, it will definitely be related. At this time, you can find the source of the great catastrophe by exploring the Qianlong.

Kunshan knew that it was a time of crisis and had no time to worry about the rude leader's sect. He hurriedly waved his sleeves and several golden lights appeared in front of him. Then he continued to make tricks, and the golden light condensed into a magic talisman, quickly passed through the cave, and disappeared.

Seeing that the senior brother finished his work, Kun Yuan did not stop for a moment: "My brothers, let's start deducing."
Chapter completed!