Chapter 129 Thousands of people carry the coffin, the great god kills
The gongs and drums are noisy, and the crowd is crowded.
Jiang Wuji and his party were watching this grand event from a high building, Baiyue City was celebrating the Double Ninth Festival.
As for Zheng Xinghe, who should have been the most interested, he was completely silent at this moment, sitting in his seat with his thoughts at a loss.
Jiang Wuji's casual mention directly ruined his Qingyun Road, and he might not even be able to save his head.
But this cannot be blamed on Jiang Wuji. As a human being, as long as you have a clear conscience and no fear.
Zheng Xinghe was trapped in a cocoon and brought the blame on himself. He just happened to meet Jiang Wuji, who had a clearer mind.
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In the field of vision, two rows of god-bearers clad in red and colorful colors were slowly moving forward carrying bamboo poles. There were small square platforms one after another between the two bamboo poles. On these small square platforms were the so-called "great gods".
Jiang Wuji glanced a few times, but was unable to match these ferocious gods with the gods in his memory.
"Why do these great gods look like paper figures?" Zhu Yao frowned and asked while not forgetting to stuff a piece of pastry into her mouth.
"It's made of paper, but I'm also curious why it's made of paper?" Li Changfeng looked at Zheng Xinghe who was standing aside.
"Hey, I have a question for you!" Zhu Yao kicked the chair, frightening Zheng Xinghe.
"Go back, sir."
Zheng Xinghe wiped the sweat from his forehead and said: "At first, people dressed them up, and later they used clay statues. However, the clay statues were too heavy and easy to crack, so they switched to paper. It has been many years."
At this time, Jiang Wuji's eyes were attracted by a great god with a red face and a sword. This great god was sitting on the "throne", with a red face, cross eyebrows, and angry eyes. He was holding an eight-foot-long sword in his right hand, looking intimidating.
There were sounds of gongs, drums, shouts, and even firecrackers, but no chants were shouted, and there were no lyrics. This seemed to be how the ceremony was held.
Of course, in this absurd world, nothing can be treated according to common sense.
"Brother..." Xiaoyu gently held Jiang Wuji's arm.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Wuji asked.
Jiang Zhiyu pursed his red lips and whispered: "These things look really scary..."
Jiang Wuji smiled, took out his other hand and patted the back of his sister's hand, comforting him: "It's just a pile of paper, there's nothing to be afraid of."
Just when the girl nodded, there was suddenly an uproar outside.
I saw the great god with a red face and a sword standing up from the "throne"!
Paper man, alive?!
Some of the people crowded below fled in all directions, some were at a loss, and some knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the great god.
"The great god appears, the great god appears!"
"Why are you running! Kneel down and kowtow!"
"This is God blessing our Baiyue City, God is blessing South Vietnam!"
Amidst the pious shouts, the red-faced master danced the long knife with stiff movements. He raised the knife and lowered it, and the head of the god-lifter rose into the sky.
All sounds stopped suddenly at this moment.
It wasn't until blood splashed on the red-faced god like a fountain that the people reacted, screaming and running for their lives in all directions.
"Evil!"
Li Changfeng flew out from the balcony, pointed the ink sword in his hand, and the ink-like sword energy suddenly formed, killing the great god with a sharp momentum.
The red-faced master wielded his long sword, trying to block Li Changfeng's sword energy, but how could the strength of the latter's fifth-grade martial artist be compared to a pile of paper?
The sword energy cut off the long knife and penetrated the great god's neck. In the tearing sound, the paper on the surface and the bamboo strips in the body were broken. The red-faced head as big as a basin fell to the ground and changed its shape.
At this time, several other great gods also came to life one after another, killing innocent people around them!
Li Changfeng looked calm and turned to Zheng Xinghe on the building and shouted: "Who made these things!"
The sudden scene made Zheng Xinghe almost faint, but he was a county guard. If he fainted now, his fate would definitely not be any better than this great god.
So Zheng Xinghe grabbed the railing and shouted: "City, west of the city! West of the city, tie the papermaker!"
"I'm going to catch the papermaker, Zhu Yao, Brother Jiang, I'll leave it to you here!"
Jiang Wuji originally thought that Li Changfeng would deal with the masters here first. After all, those ghosts were killing people. However, after Li Changfeng left these words, he really walked away, completely ignoring the lives and deaths of the people around him.
"This guy really has no mercy at all..."
Jiang Wuji sighed, jumped down from the platform, and rushed towards the nearest big god with three heads and six arms.
At the same time, Zhu Yao, Jiang Zhiyu, and Cao Li also joined the chaotic situation without hesitation, each showing their skills to deal with these paper gods.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Three copper plates roared out and penetrated the great god's body easily. However, the latter did not fall down like the red-faced great god. Instead, he raised the sword, gun, sword and hammer in his hand and ran towards Jiang Wuji.
"It's really hard to have no weapons." Jiang Wuji complained. Just as he was about to change his approach, the three-headed and six-armed god was suddenly swallowed up by the flames.
"Paper is afraid of fire, you don't even know this?"
Zhu Yao, who didn't know when he appeared, gave Jiang Wuji a fierce look, then stuffed a few yellow talismans into Jiang Wuji's hands.
"The troops are divided into three groups, no, four groups. Solve it as soon as possible!" Zhu Yao also distributed some yellow talismans to Cao Li and Jiang Zhiyu, her delicate little face full of solemnity.
"Isn't it already solved?" Jiang Wuji glanced at the mess around him and said.
But then, Zhu Yao said something that made people feel nervous: "This is not the only street where the great gods are being raised today!"
"Okay, don't waste time, hurry up and deal with all the great gods in the city!" Zhu Yao quickly disappeared from sight amidst the crisp silver bells.
"Brother, don't worry about me, I am eighth grade."
Jiang Zhiyu knew that the current situation was not optimistic. If the great gods from other places came back to life, how many people in the city would die.
Today's disaster must be related to the Red Lotus Sect. Since her brother agreed to find the demons from the Red Lotus Sect, Jiang Zhiyu naturally wanted to do her part.
Jiang Wuji could naturally think of these things, so he warned: "Be more careful."
Jiang Zhiyu nodded and left in a hurry, and Jiang Wuji also left quickly after patting Cao Li on the shoulder.
Only after everyone had left did Wufu Cao Li react, "Well, how do you use this talisman? I don't know how!"
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When Jiang Wuji came to another street, the only things still standing on this street were three "great gods" covered in blood.
And the ground was "paved" with a layer of corpses! At this moment, Jiang Wuji truly realized what it meant to be a river of blood!
At this moment, Jiang Wuji's appearance gave the three great gods a new goal.
And the long-lost fever, which is so hard to kill, relapses at this time.
For a moment, Jiang Wuji felt weak and dizzy.
"Why hasn't Wuji woke up yet?" my aunt's voice sounded in my ears.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Qiliang's solemn voice said: "You shouldn't. It stands to reason that you will wake up after the injection is done."
"How about trying electric shock?" Qin Wenguang suggested.
Jiang Wuji: "No! Don't cause trouble at this time! I have something to deal with right now. It's urgent!"
Su Xiaorui: "Wuji, you finally woke up!"
Zhang Qiliang: "Jiang Wuji, don't you want to become an immortal? How about I introduce you to an immortal emperor?"
Jiang Wuji: "What Immortal Emperor, Doctor Zhang, are you crazy? Where in this world can you come to cultivate immortality?"
Qin Wenguang: "Just wake up. Today is the Double Ninth Festival, so I'll be with your aunt..."
"Shut up!"
"I told you there's an emergency here! Someone will die!"
