Killing Demons: Upgrading from Calligraphy

Chapter 259 Shui Junxi

On both sides of the Nu River, the water is rising.

The dark yellow water waves surged endlessly, and it seemed like the only thing left in the world was this winding and roaring yellow dragon.

Looking from a distance, the Yellow River's waves are turbulent and magnificent, like thousands of horses galloping, carrying billows of sand pouring down from the sky.

The river water is not only a flow of water, but also a power that shocks the soul.

It carries endless amounts of soil and rocks, colliding in turbulence and rotating in whirlpools.

The waves are like billions of silver fish scales, shining dazzlingly in the sunlight.

The sound was extremely loud, like thunder, landslides, and earth shattering, shaking the surrounding earth.

Above the water bank, a large number of monks were riding the light, looking solemnly at the Nu River in front of them.

In the dim and turbulent river, countless water monsters are hiding under the water, holding the water lord's seal, constantly stirring up the water, preparing for the great tide of the Nujiang River that will sweep across the Dianchuan River.

“My Buddha is merciful, fellow Taoists, the surge of the Nu River is a foregone conclusion.

What I can do is to save everything after the tide breaks out.

This matter concerns the survival of hundreds of millions of civilians.

I hope everyone will do your best. "

Sitting cross-legged in the void, Zen Master Yanhui, with a majestic appearance and a halo of glazed light, is faintly emitting from his body.

As a powerful Taoist person sitting here, his words clearly reached the ears of every monk present.

The Nu River tide is about to break out!

The floods, which have affected one-third of the Yunnan and Sichuan provinces, are irreversible.

What they can do now is to kill the water monsters that come ashore with the tide after the flood breaks out, and try to minimize the power of this disaster as much as possible.

"General Soldier Song, the relocation to avoid disasters should be almost completed."

Putting his hands together, Zen Master Yanhui looked sideways at Song Tingye who was standing aside.

The area affected by the flood is so huge that people from the spiritual community alone will not be able to save all the cities.

Therefore, Zen Master Yanhui asked Song Tingye to report to the feudal town government office and notify all prefectures, counties, towns, and villages.

Let all civilians move to mountains with better terrain to avoid the disaster before the flood breaks out.

“About 70% has been completed, but the area involved in this flood is too huge.

There are still about 30% of the people who have not completed the transfer. "

After bowing, Song Tingye looked solemn and slowly grasped the long sword hanging at his waist.

How can the relocation of hundreds of millions of people be completed in just ten days?

Being able to complete 70% of it was accomplished with almost forced hard measures.

It is completely impossible for the remaining 30% of civilians to complete the transfer in a short period of time.

Hearing Song Tingye's words, all the monks present looked a little sad. Looking at the water demon in the turbulent river, their eyes were full of murderous intent, and their teeth gritted.

Thirty percent, that’s tens of millions of lives.

Although the world of spiritual practice usually doesn’t pay much attention to ordinary people in the secular world.

But he watched helplessly as his people were being killed and harmed in this way.

The fire in his chest still couldn't stop coming out.

Even the Buddhist monks who cultivated their minds and cultivated their hearts with compassion were closing their eyes tightly at this moment, chanting Buddhist beads, chanting scriptures in their mouths, and the veins on their foreheads were beating wildly.

"Uncle Master, please let me return to secular life. I will kill these beasts."

The strapping monk came to the young monk with a snow-white appearance, bowed and saluted, his eyes were angry and his cheeks were bulging high.

"Delusion!"

After opening his eyes and scolding the strong monk, the Heavenly Dragon Bodhisattva looked at the leader of the younger generation and proclaimed the Buddha's name:

"It is said that if a Bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows, I, the Buddha, will be compassionate."

"As everyone knows, Bodhisattvas also have vajra-like eyes when they are angry."

"Since these monsters can't understand my Buddhist scriptures, we just happen to have some skills in fists and kicks."

"Forget it, let me give them a ride to the bliss of the West and listen to my Buddhist scriptures."

Before he finished speaking, the young monk opened his arms, and wisps of golden light bloomed from his body. His cassock rolled off his body, and a dragon-headed figure floated out from behind, majestic and domineering, like a huge figure of a Buddhist protector.

The mighty Tianlong Guangli Bodhisattva!

The crowd is excited and shares the same hatred and hatred!

A fierce and turbulent dark cloud suddenly enveloped the sky, and the rich and heavy pressure continued to tilt down.

The light seemed to have become much dimmer.

Along the river bank that stretches for more than 30,000 miles, there are still monks coming here in a steady stream. They are riding the light, looking tired.

It seems that he has been galloping without sleep for several days and nights.

Hold your breath and stare at the increasingly violent rolling waters of the Nu River.

This huge force that carries the natural power of heaven and earth cannot be resisted by human beings, unless the master of Yuanshen is willing to personally take action.

But in this case, the topic is lost.

The evil cultivators now have an excuse to take action openly!

"coming……"

Zen Master Yanhui, who was sitting cross-legged in the sky, spoke softly.

Everyone's expressions tightened when they heard the sound, and they immediately focused their attention on the Nu River below!

Rumbling--

Amid the deafening, roaring noise, I could see the Nu River below boiling and surging more and more fiercely.

A group of water monsters hiding under the water held up the Sui Lord's Seal in their hands, shouting and chanting some ancient and divine tune, as if calling for the response of some supreme being, and lowered the majestic force that drove the entire Nu River. strength. Inadvertently, the surface of the river began to stir slightly, as if something huge was churning under the water.

At first it was just ripples; but after just a moment, it turned into waves.

Those waves superimposed, gathered, rose, and suddenly surged in the calm.

It's like thousands of troops galloping on the boundless grassland.

The next moment, a huge wave rose out of thin air.

It rises from the depths of the river bed, showing its unstoppable momentum in the dim light of the sky.

The wave was like a sharp sword tearing open the sky, rising higher and higher, drawing a strong, powerful and domineering arc in the air.

At this moment, time seems to have frozen, and the huge wave that covers the sky and the sun is nearly a kilometer high, hovering, and the terrifying pressure seems to crush the void.

A huge wave that stretches for more than 30,000 miles!

Staring at this horrifying phenomenon that was rarely seen in ancient times, the monks present could not help but reveal a trace of shock and fear in their eyes.

Washed by such majestic waves.

Not to mention the body of flesh and blood, even the Hundred Refined Black Iron Vajra would be crushed to pieces.

Under the water of Nujiang River, in the Dragon Palace.

The Dragon King manifested his true form and was entrenched on a pitch-black boulder. He clutched an object tightly with one claw and stared at a crystal wall dozens of feet in size in front of him with evil eyes.

A group of human monks were clearly displayed above, looking at the huge waves in front of them with horrified expressions.

"Hahaha! A group of humans and animals, today my king has flooded a third of your land!

One day I will ascend to the position of water king of Dianchuan River.

We must turn this vast province of Yunnan and Sichuan into a boundless country.

From now on, I, Li Xuan, will be the king of Dianchuan! "

The wild laughter echoed throughout the Dragon Palace, and countless fish, shrimps and crab monsters fell to the ground in fear when they heard the sound.

After laughing, the Dragon King turned his huge golden pupils.

I wonder if those guys like Nie Biao have found the dragon flag...

……

"I really saw the right person, you little kid, you are capable!"

In the blue and clear underwater world, Shui Bo suddenly stood up, his turbid and dim eyes couldn't help but burst out with a burst of light, and the terrifying aura released almost turned into a pillar of light, rising from the ground!

"Quick, let me see this dragon flag."

"Senior, I have found the Dragon-Slaying Flag for you. Our agreement..."

He struggled to hold the Dragon Flag. This flag, which he had to go through many life and death attempts to find, was not only a treasure, but also represented the lives of tens of millions of people in the Yunnan and Sichuan provinces.

Qi Xiu looked serious, looked at Shui Bo who was striding towards him, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Hahaha, you baby, how could I still default on your debt?"

Seeing the dragon-cutting flag that he had longed for, Uncle Shui was in a good mood, and his tone was obviously much more cheerful and lively.

I saw him slowly straightening his stooped waist.

An ancient mysterious, vast and boundless aura suddenly vented out, and in an instant, the old man with gray hair suddenly became much younger.

A real god is gradually coming back to life!

A snap of the fingers.

At the age of eight, Uncle Shui disappeared with wrinkles on his face.

Replaced by a middle-aged man.

His face bears traces of the blending of time and nature, and every wrinkle seems to have experienced countless tides and winds.

His deep eyes seemed to contain the power of turbulent waves, and you could feel the river flowing endlessly under his gaze at a glance.

Each piece of the ancient divine armor on his body seemed to be carved from the uncorroded stone from the bottom of the river for thousands of years, exuding a calm and vicissitudes of luster.

The broad shoulder armor is carved with undulating waves and interlaced dragon scales;

Wearing a fringed war skirt, it swayed gently in the breeze.

There was a faint green light between the armors, and they seemed to carry the power of endless waters.

This is the real one, Dianchuan Shuijun!

Looking slightly surprised at Uncle Shui who had transformed into a living person in front of him, even though Qi Xiu was determined, he was shocked for a moment by the awe-inspiring and intimate aura that hit his face.

"How's it going? Are you handsome?"

Spreading his hands slightly and looking down at himself, Uncle Shui smiled. He had not seen him in this posture for many years.

Since when...

Probably the day when my lord suddenly disappeared.

"Handsome." Qi Xiu really wasn't lying about this.

Uncle Shui, who had regained his godly form, although not extremely handsome, exuded an indescribable charm.

And this charm should be called.

Divinity.

High and eye-catching.

"Come!"

Mastering the power of the Dianchuan Shui Lord, Shui Bo gave a soft drink in his mouth, and in the next second, countless clear streams gathered in the void, shining with emerald green light, and filling the air with extremely rich and pure water vapor.

Just taking a sip of the sweet and moist mist, Qi Xiu felt his fatigue disappear immediately.

The whole person was radiant and returned directly to his peak state.

At this time, Uncle Shui had a jade seal in his hand that was square and square, with a majestic and mighty jade seal standing on the top, with the real dragon stepping on the waves.

And this jade seal.

It is the supreme treasure that can control the torrent of power in the great province of Yunnan and Sichuan!

Shui Junxi!

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(End of this chapter)