This person is too murderous

In the Yangtze River, demon corpses occupy the river surface, and demon blood pollutes the river.

The fishermen kept salvaging monster corpses day and night. They were exhausted but had smiles on their faces.

The nearby warriors also came, each working in an area without affecting each other.

Buzz

Suddenly, under the river, Buddha's light swept across, and the turbid river water and the demonic aura evaporated, becoming clear.

The rich Buddha light carries endless compassion and peace without any murderous intention, just like the spring breeze blowing by.

The demonic energy evaporated, the demonic blood dissipated, and the warriors and fishermen on the river were also affected by the Buddha's light. They felt that their whole bodies were warm, as if they were bathed in the morning sun, and their fatigue was swept away.

"Is the palace master here?"

The fishermen looked at the river with excitement and worshiped on the fishing boats.

The warriors also bowed deeply to pay homage to the palace master.

The Buddha's light swept across, but there was no response. The demon's energy evaporated and he quickly moved away.

Looking at the Buddha's light disappearing in the distance, there is a faint dragon elephant hovering in the water.

At the bottom of the river, Mo Cangxuan followed Jiang Changkong and watched him purify the river water.

"Why don't you stop, Master, and meet the people?" Mo Cangxuan asked doubtfully.

Jiang Daoming said indifferently: "Why do you want to meet? Enjoy that moment of attention and enjoy their visit?"

"The road ahead for the Palace Master is too difficult. Wouldn't it be better if he could get the attention of the people, gain prestige and spread his reputation far and wide?" Mo Cangxuan said.

"The master of this palace is just the master of the Demon Slayer Palace. I am doing my duty. What do I need from that reputation?"

Jiang Daoming put his hands on his back and released the Buddha's light, illuminating the river bottom: "Furthermore, they already know the master of this palace, so they will remember it without the master of the palace going out."

"The master of the hall is dedicated to slaying demons. To be honest, all the demon-killing halls in Daxia are just like the master. Daxia has been pacified long ago." Mo Cangxuan said in admiration with his hands raised.

“There is power but there is no intention, there is power but there is no intention.”

Jiang Daoming said calmly and said no more.

The demon-killing hall in Daxia is either weak-minded and wants to deal with Jianghu affairs, but does not have the ability.

Those who have that ability will eventually ignore it due to various fears.

Mo Cangxuan was silent, did not speak again, and followed Jiang Daoming to the lower reaches of the Yangtze River.

Time passed, and half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past half month, Jiang Daoming cleaned up the entire Yangtze River without sparing any corner.

The people also salvaged all the corpses of the monsters, and the entire river became extremely clear.

Rumble

On this day, the Yangtze River was turbulent, and many warriors joined forces at Xuanzhou Pier, carrying a ten-meter-high pitch black stone sculpture.

This stone sculpture is clearly that of Jiang Daoming. Under the stone sculpture, Jiang Daoming's identity and his achievements in cleaning up Jiang Shuihe are carved.

"The Master of the Jiangling General Palace came from Jiangling to clean up monsters in the Yangtze River and purify the river water. He enforces the law selflessly and ruthlessly..."

High in the sky, Mo Cangxuan said with a faint smile: "These people have a conscience."

"Mr. Cang Xuan, have you ever thought about cleaning up the Yangtze River?" Jiang Daoming said indifferently.

"I never thought about it." Mo Cangxuan shook his head and said: "Fishermen in the Yangtze River can also live, but occasionally fishermen die in the mouth of monsters."

Jiang Daoming said calmly: "If Mr. Cangxuan cleans up the matter, the people of Changchang and Jiang will be free from worries long ago."

"The master of the palace thinks highly of Cang Xuan too much." Mo Cang Xuan said with a bitter smile: "It's just the barbaric city level that Cang Xuan can't pass."

Mo Cangxuan knew in his heart that the Wild City was lying there. Unless a ninth-level warrior appeared, Jiang Daoming could only come.

"Let's go and see the Seven Kings." Jiang Daoming said calmly.

Mo Cangxuan nodded, rose into the air, and took Jiang Daoming to the Seventh Prince's Mansion.

"Why don't we see the ninth-level warriors?" Jiang Daoming suddenly asked: "What do the eighth- and ninth-level warriors do on weekdays?"

"Eighth-level warriors can either sit in their own sect, sense the world, and be in harmony with it, or they can pursue ancient secrets."

Mo Cangxuan said: "I am a special case. I follow the prince and work for him."

"The master of this palace has never seen an eighth-level warrior who is in harmony with heaven and earth and sits on one side. I don't know how strong he is." Jiang Daoming said calmly.

"We will see you." Mo Cangxuan said, paused, and then said: "As for the ninth-level warrior, I don't know about it. Even the prince doesn't know about it. He is completely out of touch with the world."

Jiang Daoming nodded slightly: "Sir, have you ever heard of a ninth-level warrior taking action?"

"I've heard of it, but it was a rumor hundreds of years ago. He was a ninth-level warrior in Wudang."

Mo Cangxuan recalled for a while and said: "I heard that a demon appeared in the martial arts at that time, with unknown origins, and slaughtered many martial arts sects. Wudang invited nine-level warriors to suppress the demon."

"It seems that ninth-level warriors will still meddle in the world."

Jiang Daoming said indifferently, killing the demons of many martial arts sects and attracting the ninth level warriors.

I don’t know if cleaning up my sins will lead to a ninth-level warrior from any force.

However, it's not a big problem. With his current strength, he is not afraid of ordinary ninth-level warriors.

Jiang Daoming began to change the topic and asked the Seven Kings: "What kind of person is the Seven Kings?"

Mo Cangxuan said with a smile: "Those who want to clean up their sins and those who think about Da Xia are deeply respected by Emperor Xia..."

The seventh king, Xia Yuntian, was in Xuanzhou and was named King Yun by Emperor Xia.

The relationship between King Yun and Emperor Xia was very good, and they often rewarded them with some magical medicines.

King Yun is kind to people and considers the people, and the people are grateful for King Yun's kindness.

Jiang Daoming listened silently, naturally not believing everything Mo Cangxuan said.

Speaking good words for one's master is something any subordinate would do.

"Our flight is a bit slow. How about the palace master using his sword control skills and me guiding the way?" Mo Cangxuan said.

"Okay, but sir, there should be some means of traveling, right?"

Jiang Daoming pointed his fingers together like swords, and the dragon elephant's true energy condensed the sword light, dragging the two of them, like a long rainbow, through the sky.

"My means of traveling are too tiring and consume a lot of money. Furthermore, Cang Xuan also wants to experience the art of sword control." Mo Cang Xuan said with a smile.

The two of them walked with swords, and the swords were like rainbows, like meteorites, streaking across the sky.

The strong wind roared, and the sword energy stirred up the void, passing through white clouds and disappearing into the distance.

Two days later, Jiang Daoming slowed down and arrived at Tianyun City, the fiefdom of King Yun, where King Yun's palace is located.

Tianyun City is towering, far above Jiangling City. Jiang Daoming came down with his sword and entered the city on foot.

"It's only taken two days. It's worthy of the ancient sword-controlling skills." Mo Cangxuan praised.

"Sir, you should have seen a lot of sword-controlling skills. Daxia is vast and has many relics from ancient times. The sword-controlling skills should not have been passed down."

Jiang Daoming said calmly that just because he could get the Taoist inheritance, it didn't mean that others couldn't get it.

"Far inferior to the Palace Master." Mo Cangxuan smiled and quickened his pace: "Let's hurry up, don't keep King Yun waiting."

The two of them quickened their pace, used Qing Kung, and flashed in the crowd. In just a short moment, they arrived at the gate of Prince Yun's Mansion.

A middle-aged man dressed as a butler stood respectfully outside the door: "Your Majesty has prepared tea and is waiting for the master in the Jingxin Hall."