I have saved so many doomsday goddesses from all over the world

Wu Neng asked Master, since the Taoist temples were burned down, where could they go?

Tang Sanbian thought for a while and gave two goals:

First, make trouble for the Immortal Lord of All Creation and his disciples. Kill every one you see.

Second, he wants to accept two apprentices, one named Wukong and one named Wujing, as well as a dragon horse.

Wu Neng doesn’t quite understand the second point.

Why do you feel like you are following the pictures? Is necessary?

"Now, because my name is Tang Sanzhan, I have to recruit three disciples to help me, and I can't run out of horses. This is the law." (Please guess the dubbing of Brother Tyrannosaurus)

Wu Neng: (⊙o⊙) “Oh, oh!”

I still don’t understand it, but it feels amazing.

It feels like it involves some kind of fate, some kind of iron law?

For monks of the Taoist lineage of the Transformation of All Things, Wu Neng means that he likes to hear and see.

It was originally under the Taoist lineage of the Nine-Turn Reincarnation Immortal Lord, and was incompatible with the transformation of all things.

There are countless enemies like the black-faced True Monarch just now.

Naturally, I was very happy to lead the way for Tang San's burial.

Chen Yu originally felt that the transformation of all things and the orthodoxy of nine reincarnations were going to fight.

The training routes on both sides are too close.

To win disciples, you have to win people's brains over dogs' brains.

Wu Neng: "There is not only an old grudge between Wanwu and Jiuzhuan. Since the decline of the magic way, the conflicts between the major sects have become more and more acute. They will do anything to fight for territory and livestock."

The animals in its mouth refer to mortals.

Wu Neng suddenly shut up.

Only then did he realize that he had fallen into the devil's door and his position had been reversed.

It’s so embarrassing!

Tang Sanzong waved his hand, "It's okay, just be damned. People in the dark don't do secret things, so what if we readily admit that we are the big devil?"

"To be a demon cultivator, you need to have a correct mentality and a flexible bottom line. Backstabbing, poisoning, placing poison, traps, blackmail... all means are used."

Wu Neng suddenly realized that the sea and the sky were bright and the future was bright, and he was sincerely convinced: "Master is wise!"

……

"So when we got off Heifeng Mountain, was this Yingchou Stream in front of us?"

"No, this is Tongtian River."

"?"

Tang Sanzong slowly raised a question mark.

Map redone?

Looking at the vast mist in front of me, I felt that there was nothing wrong with me.

Ruthless beaver.

According to Wu Neng's explanation, the river god of Tongtian River is from the side where all things are transformed, and it can be done.

Okay, let’s do it.

The sound of gongs and drums came from a distance.

The dirt road is full of people, all dressed in red and green.

Amidst the thunderous sounds of suonas and gongs and drums, people seemed so joyful.

Tang Sanbian thought they were attending a temple fair, and thought that the people in this twisted and mutated world of mountains and seas were not living in such dire straits.

He immediately realized something was wrong.

These people are not normal.

There is a crazy smile on the corner of the mouth, a blush on the cheeks, and a kind of morbid yearning in the fanatical eyes.

The crowd was closer.

They were surrounded by more than a dozen men and women who were dressed up and tied up.

The expression of the kidnapped person was very polarized:

There are those who burst into tears and tears and runny noses, there are those who look up to the sky with joy and laughter, and there are also those who stand proudly and puff up their chests.

Wu Neng lowered his voice and explained: "Master, they are..."

Tang Sanzian waved his hand to interrupt it, "Okay, look at your body and voice."

The two-story pig demon made a thunderous voice.

Loudly plotted belonged to yes.

Tang Sanzong strolled into the crowd and quickly blended in perfectly, chatting and laughing with the villagers.

It took two or three attempts to figure out the whole story.

They prepared to sacrifice to the river god.

Well, human sacrifice.

The villagers set up a high platform by the Tongtian River and began to arrange the sacrificial rituals.

As the ceremony progressed, the villagers began to roar inhumanly and dance around the altar by the river.

The dance is wild and disorderly, and the chaotic dancing of the demons is said to be imitated by the river god.

Various strange symbols and patterns were placed on the altar by the river, and a huge clay pot was placed in the center of the altar.

It was filled with some kind of viscous liquid that gave off a disgusting smell.

The villagers killed live chickens and dogs, and threw their flesh into clay pots.

The viscous liquid began to boil, and streams of black smoke rose from the basin, accompanied by ear-piercing screams.

The villagers had no reaction, their faces showed only madness and obsession.

Human sacrifices were tied to wooden stakes around the clay pots.

Some people were shaking all over and even peeing on the spot. Some people were crying loudly, crying for their fathers and mothers.

A disgusting fishy smell gradually filled the air.

It was emitted from the depths of the river, and mixed with the smell of the villagers to form a suffocating stench.

At this time, the vast river water began to "boil".

It has nothing to do with the expected giant turtle or giant turtle.

A huge carp head floated in the river, slowly approaching the river bank.

The villagers around the altar became excited and shouted and roared like beasts.

Most of the human sacrifices fell into hysterical wails and struggled wildly.

Tang Sanzian folded his arms and watched with interest, without any intention of taking action.

These birdmen smelled like salted fish, and their mental state was very close to that of the natives of Innsmouth.

He took action rashly and was about to offend the public, instantly turning the "popular reputation of the Tongtian River Basin" into hatred.

Let go of the need to help others and respect the fate of others.

He suddenly sighed.

A skinny little girl in her prime was tied to the corner of the altar.

The girl's face was pale, her feet kept swinging, but she bit her lips and remained stubbornly silent.

Tang San’s burial shows that this is not allowed.

At this time, the carp spirit had climbed onto the sandbank on the river bank.

There are six pairs of long spider-like legs on the belly of the fish, which are hairy and covered with barbs.

The strange fish opened its four-petal sharp mouth and spoke human words hoarsely like ground glass:

"Hehehe, well done, well done to you. Ancestor Longyan is happy, he will surely bless you."

The crowd receded and burst into cheers upon hearing this.

Many people knelt down and knelt down to thank the Fish Immortal for his blessing.

The carp spirit came ashore. It was the size of a gray whale, and its long legs, which were seven or eight meters long, were extremely flexible.

The cliff makes the foot-control judges ecstatic =. =

Seeing that guy crawling closer and closer, Wu was able to observe words and emotions, so he decided to take action on behalf of his master.

It wants to progress too much.

Unexpectedly, a clear scolding sound came from the air: "Hey, you evildoer must die!"

Then he saw a blue and white sword light slashing down, directly taking out the carp spirit.

The fish spirit snorted coldly, "Still determined to give up? Ao Xue, you are asking for your own destruction!"

I saw its strange four-petal mouth chanting a curse quickly, and a sudden storm surged in front of it.

A gust of wind blew backwards, instantly disrupting the sharp dive of the girl in white with dragon horns in the air.

The carp spirit laughed loudly, "How dare a dead girl with yellow hair dare to provoke the Taoist master? You are overestimating your capabilities."

It didn't even bother to take action, its whole body shaking violently like a cat or dog shaking off water droplets.

Thousands of fish scales shot towards the crowd with a fishy wind.

The villagers were not surprised but overjoyed, shouting: "The immortal has blessed me, the immortal has blessed me!"

They all raised their hands and rushed to meet the flying fish scales.