The wind blows and the clouds disperse, the sky is clear, the sun sets, and the afterglow curls up!
"Do you see clearly?"
Master Fan stood in the sky, with the divine sword on his back, his expression solemn, neither happy nor sad, staring at the east, a ray of light that ran through the sky and the earth, as if it could swallow everything.
The mountains and rivers below were unscathed, but there were stumps of limbs and broken arms scattered among them.
The most eye-catching, even horrifying thing is that there are seven or eight pieces of corpses measuring thousands of feet in size, and a ferocious head as big as a mountain, emitting a torrential light of blood, staring with huge eyes, refusing to rest in peace.
These were the four major water tribe demon saints in Tianlong River, including the Dragon Emperor, who were all killed here!
“You can see it clearly!”
Wu Ming nodded slightly.
"how?"
Fan Shidao.
"Very strong!"
Wu Ming lowered his head and smiled brightly, "Beyond expectations!"
"Yes, I spontaneously ignited the holy path and struck with the power of the holy path left by the seventy-two sages, but it was just the same!"
Master Fan slowly scanned the surroundings, as if he had boundless nostalgia, and the mountains and rivers were reflected in his pupils. He took a step toward the west and said calmly, "Such a blow is almost the same as that of the Holy Ancestor. You...just take care of yourself!"
"Send Master Fan!"
Wu Mingsurong bowed, cupped his fists and saluted.
"The heaven and earth are righteous, and they are mixed and endowed with manifolds. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars..."
Master Fan walks and sings, strolling in the sunset, free and easy, heroic as a knight, and disperses like clouds!
Boom!
Thunder breaks out from the ground, clouds of blood fill the sky, rain pours down from the sky, and the saints fall!
Wu Ming stood in the rain of blood and did not get up for a long time. There was a silent scream in his ears. It was not until a long time later that he slowly stood up. There was no joy or sorrow on his resolute face. He looked up at the sky and patted the stone drum silently.
Whispering: "Saints and heroes..."
Buzz!
The blood-black brilliance twisted and moved, and in a moment it turned into a bronze throne. Eight arms came out ferociously, grabbing the corpse of the demon saint and blending into it.
"Woooo..."
In Shigu Academy, there is endless mourning, like weeping and complaining, the cuckoo cries blood, the tragedy of heaven and earth!
It rains blood continuously for three days!
On both sides of the Tianlong River, there are lush aquatic plants and spiritual fields, glowing with boundless vitality!
"Wu... Great Ming Sage!"
Lei Mingsheng appeared from Tianlong River, looked at Wu Ming, and said nothing for a long time. When his eyes touched the stone drum beside him, his pupils suddenly shrank undetectably.
"From now on on both sides of the Tianlong River, Mingsheng Laurel will be taking care of you!"
Wu Ming slowly turned around and bowed slightly.
"Don't dare. This is the duty of this saint. From now on, the Shui tribe will never harm the people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait. If you violate this oath, you will be destroyed by heaven and earth!"
Lei Mingsheng returned the courtesy with dignity and swore to the sky.
Although he may not be completely sincere, he is not as powerful as others. The fate of the four demon saints of the water tribe is right in front of him, and he does not want to become the material for that evil god's throne.
What's more, joining the human race may not be better than his carefree life.
Moreover, Wu Ming has cooperated with him several times and has a good relationship. If it can be maintained, it will definitely be of great help to himself.
If he said he betrayed the demon clan, it would be nothing. He was alone, his entire clan was wiped out, and no demon clan stood up to say anything to help him.
The power of the blow from the Divine Destruction Spear was still concentrated even now, but he could see it so clearly that his heartbeat was beating like a drum.
Lei Mingsheng knew very well that he could never avenge this revenge by himself. He could only rely on the human race and Wu Ming's hands. Otherwise, he might one day turn into ashes under that blow.
"Okay, I, the human race, will also keep our promise!"
Wu Ming nodded slightly.
"Now that today's Longjiang River has been settled, and the water veins along the coast are all in my hands, I wonder what the Great Ming Sage has planned for the waters of the Huanglong River?"
Lei Mingsheng asked.
"Huanglongjiang..."
Wu Ming looked sideways to the north and said calmly, "I want to hand over the Huanglong River to Ao Lei. What do you think of Ao Yong, sister and brother Lei Mingsheng?"
"this……"
Lei Mingsheng's eyes flickered, he glanced at Wu Ming, and said in a deep voice, "Speaking of which, the two siblings also had a rough life experience and had a bad fate. They have a deep connection with me. Although their cultivation is still weak now, they are still weak.
I think that with the support of the power of the river's water veins, and the great Ming Sage's efforts to cultivate it, there should be no problem in taking charge of the Huanglong River."
Thinking back to those days, counting down, it was only a short dozen years.
But it’s such a short time. For the demon clan, it’s even just a short nap. The human youth who once needed to be protected by his design to save his life has now become a being that even he needs to look up to. How can he not let him
Sad?
But fortunately, although they failed to achieve their wish and captured the two most fertile waters in China, which are suitable for aquatic life, the siblings Ao Lei and Ao Yong still have a deep connection with themselves.
After all, they are all the lucky ones who came from the sea of demons, suffered from the ancient wars, and suffered from the dragon clan’s legacy.
Based on this alone, he cannot do things that take away people's opportunities and ruin their futures.
Moreover, with this fate, the two sides will not fight over the power of the water vein where the source is located, and can still help each other, at least avoiding the possibility of causing trouble and preventing outsiders from intervening.
It is precisely because of this that Lei Mingsheng gave up the opportunity to control the water veins of the two river basins alone and make further progress in the shortest time.
Of course, there are also concerns, and the human race may not be willing!
As for whether Lei Mingsheng and the two true dragons will unite, as in the past, they will not be able to lose their tails, so there is no need to worry.
But look at now, the Dragon Clan in the four seas has no time to take care of themselves, the demon clan in the interior are being killed, arrested, and put in labor camps. Without strong support, and with such deep hatred, how can they still dominate the weak branches?
What's more, is it really harmful to be Wu Ming's sword?
Even the saints of the human race will kill when they are told, and force them to death when they are told. When the critical moment comes, they will never care about the little friendship in the past.
It is conceivable that as long as the Shenzhou is not destroyed and the human race is not destroyed, at least for tens of thousands of years, there will be absolutely no evil in the Liangjiang River Basin, and it will even be calm!
"Well, in this case, Mingsheng Lei will help their siblings a lot. Think about it, it won't take long for them to be canonized. By then, the pressure on Saint Lei will be greatly reduced, and they can be freed up.
Spend more time sorting out the water veins of the Tianlong River to benefit the people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait!"
Wu Ming nodded and said.
"Thank you, Great Ming Sage!"
Lei Mingsheng's pupils shrank, and he cupped his fists and saluted.
If these words had not come from Wu Ming's mouth, he would never have believed that in just ten years, two emperors' little true dragons were about to be canonized!
What are you kidding about China, no, all worlds?
But thinking about it, the Demon Saint who died recently, and even the Tianlong Jiang Dragon Emperor, Lei Mingsheng suddenly felt a chill all over his body, his heart beat like thunder, and his expression became a little more respectful.
The demon clan is different from the human clan. As long as their power is similar or even from the same origin, it may not be impossible for them to do such heaven-defying things.
With Wu Ming's worth, he is definitely capable of such skill.
"When Lei Mingsheng fully grasps the water veins of Tianlong River, he will place the dragon seal of the water source in all the temples and receive the incense and worship of all people. From then on, he will share weal and woe with our human race and remain immortal forever."
Wu Ming said calmly.
"Don't worry, Great Ming Saint. With my current strength and Master Fan's previous divine power, it will definitely not take long to sort out the water veins of Tianlong River!"
Lei Mingsheng's heart felt cold again and he quickly responded.
Although handing over the water source dragon seal to the temples is equivalent to handing over most of the control of the Tianlong River water veins to the human race, and even himself will be controlled by the human race, he now does not have the courage to refuse at all, let alone the slightest move.
Alien mind.
Just kidding, not to mention that the human race is now powerful and has become unified. Wu Ming alone can easily kill him. How dare you think so?
"Okay, I won't disturb Saint Lei Ming, I'm going to go!"
Wu Ming nodded, and as he swayed, the bronze throne and stone drum disappeared.
"Great Ming Sage, walk slowly!"
Lei Mingsheng bowed, quietly wiped away the non-existent cold sweat, then let out a long breath of turbid air, and with a flash of lightning, he submerged into the Tianlong River.
…
At the same time, in the courtyard of the Tiangong Palace of the Middle Tang Dynasty, smoke curled up, the clouds and mist were gentle, and it was a grand scene of an immortal family, but it was deserted, not even a little Taoist boy was seen.
There was only a middle-aged Taoist priest sitting alone in the pavilion, holding a white piece in his hand and looking at the crisscrossed chessboard with an expressionless face.
Wu Ming stood for a long time, but did not see the Taoist priest make a move, nor did he say anything to disturb him.
"A true gentleman watches the chess game without saying a word. He never thought that the great Ming sage also has such patience!"
The middle-aged Taoist priest placed the white pieces in the chess jar and looked up at Wu Ming. There was no trace of joy or anger on his square and hale face.
"Wouldn't it be a pity if we don't let Mr. Dao finish the last game of chess?"
Wu Ming walked in casually, sat down calmly, and said calmly.
"Are you so sure that this is Pindao's last game?"
The middle-aged Taoist priest chuckled, looked at Wu Ming, nodded and said, "Yes, it is indeed remarkable to be able to benefit from the wonders of heaven and man when you first enter the holy realm."
"The Taoist Lord praises falsely, but I am ashamed to accept it!"
Wu Ming bowed slightly, calmly and calmly.
This being who claims to know astronomy from above and geography from below, and can calculate the past and future, and grasp the past and present in the palm of his hand, is really nothing to be able to see through his own level of cultivation.
What's more, Wu Ming has nothing to hide.
With the foundation he accumulated in the semi-saint realm, he has already touched the unity of heaven and man. After the breakthrough, it is reasonable and natural to directly step into this realm.
"Ha ha!"
The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled heartily and seemed very satisfied with Wu Ming's seemingly humble but in fact no-nonsense attitude. However, he shook his head and said, "However, with your strength of the unity of nature and man, you can't help but be a poor Taoist."
As he spoke, the aura around his body changed slightly, like a spring breeze or bursts of spring thunder. The changes were endless, and the four seasons were all under his control. The changes were infinite and immeasurable. It was astonishingly that he was in a state of unity between heaven and man.
Moreover, it is definitely not like Wu Ming who entered this realm for the first time, but he has been immersed in this realm for who knows how many years and has come out of existence further away.
It is a pity that things in this world are never static, and even if they are, it is definitely not something that can be determined based on the level of cultivation alone.
"Master Dao, do you think this saint needs to compete with you?"
Wu Ming's expression remained unchanged, his eyelids drooped slightly, his eyes fell on the chessboard, and then looked to the sky again, with an indescribable meaning.
"Hey, today's young people!"
The middle-aged Taoist priest touched the hand of the chess pot, suddenly paused, raised his head and said with a burning gaze, "I would like to know what I am like where you come from!" (To be continued)