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All of this happened in an instant, Chang Mei and Mu Zhen felt a slight flaw and rushed into the temple. Until Chang Mei was blocked by Xiao Bai Long's green brick for a moment, followed by a wave of flames that filled the sky.
As soon as they entered the River God Temple, both Zhang Mei and Mu Zhen felt a heavy pressure. In front of them was only surging fog, like waves, and seemingly endless sword threads swirling around. Fortunately, Zhang Mei's sword in hand could cut through everything, and with the purple and green double swords passing by, a path was immediately forced open in front of them. Before the double swords that were being smashed against the blue bricks, he only felt danger, but since everywhere in the temple was dangerous, the blue bricks really did smash onto the space between the double swords.
Although the green bricks were cut off under his efforts, his sharp and unmatched forward momentum was also blocked, followed by a wave of fire that covered the sky. This time he once again felt a strong sense of danger, this danger threatened his soul.
He was shocked in his heart, but he didn't retreat at all. Instead, he charged straight into the flames with his sword in front of him. His magic power surged wildly into the sword, and two purple lights intertwined to protect him from the fire. The flames couldn't get close to him, but he himself felt uncomfortable because he still couldn't fully control the dual swords. He could only wield a single sword, and this time he was forced to use both swords. He thought that with the dual swords, he could quickly destroy the temple and shatter the god's image. However, he overestimated himself. In this moment, he suddenly remembered the words "Sword seven parts, human three parts" spoken by Lichuan. At that time, he didn't take it to heart, but now he realized that having an extraordinary spiritual treasure was useless if one couldn't control its power. How could a person with only three parts of strength wield a sword with seven parts of power?
It was just a flash of lightning, the twin swords in his hands were frantically absorbing the magic within him, the cyan and purple lights intertwined together, giving people a thrilling feeling, as if they were not two swords, but two ferocious beasts.
A sea of flames engulfed him, but Longmei didn't feel the heat, instead he felt an overwhelming pressure, as if a million kilograms of force were pressing down on his body. He knew this was the River God's spiritual power trying to crush him. To him, any magic or treasure would be pale and powerless in front of his twin swords, his only weakness being insufficient magical energy, far inferior to Chen Jing who could drive the Ling River's spiritual power, let alone now that he was in the Temple of Gods, unable to communicate with the heavens' spiritual energy, and having to consume his own spiritual energy to resist this endless pressure.
Overwhelming pressure does not come from one side, but from all sides, like river waves, without a fixed pattern, wave after wave, endless.
He held a pair of swords and continued to move forward, but he moved extremely slowly, with very small steps, walking with great difficulty, as if walking on the bottom, relying on the sword in his hand to cut open a path.
At this time, a butterfly flew down from the statue, flying lightly and suddenly, but Long Mei felt the pressure suddenly increase, and his footsteps immediately stopped. He stopped, but the butterfly did not stop, and it fell towards Long Mei like a flower cluster, falling onto the light mask emitted by the two swords.
At this moment, it was also the moment when the crow fell towards the statue. Obviously, this gloomy crow grasped this moment, even if a butterfly wanted to stop it, it would be too late. However, the butterfly did not stop at all, still moving at an unchanged speed, lightly and freely, as if concentrating the spiritual energy of the entire river domain on this fall.
The crow landed and its two claws grasped towards the apex of the god statue's head, but it suddenly let out a terrified strange cry and flew up in alarm.
His long eyebrows didn't move, and he seemed to have not seen the butterfly at all, but he didn't retreat either. The corners of his mouth were already overflowing with blood, and his tenacious personality supported him in not retreating. He couldn't see the butterfly, but he could feel it, so he wanted to use the Purple Qing Double Swords to break through this danger in an instant, and hoped to be able to turn the tables and kill Chen Jing. He had confidence in the sword in his hand.
The butterfly landed, lightly falling onto the purple-blue dual swords' gleam. In the instant the butterfly landed, he saw clearly. The sword's edge shook as it slashed towards the butterfly, but this was only what he thought in his heart. Because in the instant the butterfly landed, a surging and turbulent spiritual energy like a mountain pressed down on him from the sky, almost making him unable to even hold onto his sword, his body nearly collapsing to the ground without any resistance. A mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out, splashing onto the sword.
The sword light surged again, and the pressure on his body was slightly reduced. He knew that if he didn't leave now, he would die here. With a fierce burst of energy, he poured all his strength into the sword, and the two swords flew back and forth, cutting through the restraints of pressure around him. The purple and green double swords seemed to be infected by his desperate breath, and their light shot up to the sky, blowing off the roof of the temple.
Outside observers only saw the crow rushing into the temple, and after a brief moment, they heard the crow's strange cry as it flew out again. The cry was ear-piercingly loud, but amidst the sound, one could hear fear. Just then, the crow that had flashed into the river mist earlier rushed out even faster, and subsequently dispersed into black smoke that drifted away with the wind. In the instant the black crow rushed out, the white mist churned and foamed, and immediately afterwards, two illusory dragons, one green and one purple, burst forth. The clouds in the sky hid their radiance, revealing a figure with long eyebrows holding double swords, with bloodstains at the corners of its mouth.
Again, a red glow filled the sky. Mu Zhen wore a grey monk's robe and shot up into the air. Below them were the temple tiles flying everywhere, amidst which were sword lights flashing across the sky, shining brightly and filling the air with killing intent.
The white fog above the River God Temple was blown away, revealing the temple without a roof. Inside the temple, a statue of the river god stood upright in the center, and in front of it, a woman held a green lantern, looking up at the sky with the white fog still shrouding everything else.
In the sky, a long eyebrow was scattered with hair, and a wound with fresh blood was on his chest. Mu Zhen stood in the sky, his eyes tightly closed, and the fresh blood flowed from his forehead to his chin, and only three beads were left in his hand of black Buddhist beads.
Everyone was amazed and did not know what they had been through.
A river of Jin, where immortals and gods gather.
Two hundred and thirty miles of fog enveloped the place, a volume of black wind like a pillar, connecting the white clouds of the nine heavens above and the mountains and rivers below. This is exactly what the dust-free cause of the Xianjian key has transformed into.
Suddenly, the black wind dissipated and transformed into a whirlwind. Amidst the whirlwind, a streak of light shot up to the ninth heaven and landed in the hand of a woman wearing a green robe. She was seen lightly pinching the bladeless sword with two fingers, its edge like silver frost. In her other hand, she held a wine gourd, tilted her head back and took a swig. Her eyes were no longer watching people while drinking as before, but instead were slightly closed, and on her pale face, her eyelashes appeared exceptionally clear.
The white rock in the wind had disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed there. Lidi clearly only put away his sword after White Rock left, but the vast majority did not notice when White Rock left.
The chaotic war ended without warning, and Zhang Heng walked away with his double swords on his back, his hair disheveled, and a wound from his shoulder to his waist. As he burst through the already damaged corner of the temple roof with all his might, Chen Jing took advantage of the opportunity to injure him.
Mu Zhen closed his eyes, his right hand still trembling as it held the Buddhist beads. Although all three of his eyes were covered in blood, he remained facing the River God Temple, as if he could see movement within the white mist. Only a very few people noticed that his hand was still rotating the beads with a slight tremble.
When his hand was no longer shaking, he slowly turned around, and his body, like dust, had already dissipated into the void between turns.
The white fog gathered again and soon submerged the River God Temple.
The bookworm and Amo finally walked towards the River God Temple, with Amo closely following behind. The pupils of his eyes were shining brightly like clear water and a spring. However, the white fog in front of them parted to reveal a path leading directly to the River God Temple. Amo didn't know the origin of this young master, only that he was brought back by the young lady from outside. All along, he had thought that this young master wasn't worthy of his mistress, but now seeing him standing amidst piles of corpses without any fear, he felt that as a mortal, he had quite some guts. The entire Qingqiu Mountain knew that the Fifth Young Lady had married a mortal, a mortal who didn't have even a hint of magical power. At this moment, this mortal saw so many cultivators fighting and dying, blood flowing like rivers, yet he didn't show any fear, which changed Amo's impression of him slightly.
Step by step, he walked towards the River God Temple, and unexpectedly did not encounter any obstacles. Chen Jing's sword was still feared by Mo, and now it wasn't just him, but also someone who came to protect this young master who didn't have any magical powers at all.
Entering the River God Temple, Ah Mo saw a hazy misty red glow in front of him. He strained his eyes to see that there was only one lantern ahead, and it seemed like there was a killing aura on both sides, but not in front. The scholar didn't stop at all, walking straight past with his pen held high, directly into the layers of hazy clouds. His heart skipped a beat as he quickly followed, only to find that the misty air had bound him tightly like an invisible rope. Just then, his body twisted and turned ethereal, transforming back into solid form, but the restraints were already gone.
But just as he took a step forward, the feeling of restraint arose again. His body immediately became illusory, and then turned into solidification. In his virtual and real state, all the restraints on his body would disappear. So in this fog, he was one step at a time, his body like a candle in the wind, shaking and unstable, as if it could disappear and perish at any moment.
When he finally arrived in front of his uncle, he saw his uncle holding a jar of wine and placing it on the table in front of the statue, and heard him say: "A momentary mistake should not be paid for with the lives of several people. Hatred should not be melted with blood, the deceased is gone, the living must live on, I hope you will not fall into the devil's path because of the blood debt on your back, my uncle died from the curse of the vengeful spirit, and that vengeful spirit will definitely be killed by you, won't it?
Amo looked at the young master with some incredulity, for in Qingqiu Mountain, this young master was not very talkative, but treated everyone equally, whether they were servants or nobles. This was also why Amo thought he wasn't worthy of Miss, yet still maintained a certain respect for him. Now, she suddenly realized that she had never truly understood him before. Before coming here, she knew that the young master and the river god had a deep-seated feud, but now his words showed a kind of magnanimity that ordinary people didn't possess.
