Ghost Maitreya and other ghosts lost their target in an instant.
But at this time, Jiang Chen immediately pressed the God-Suppressing Nail towards the river surface.
"boom"
A terrifying and absolute suppressive force instantly blocked most of the Weishui River. A thousand meters away, a figure rushed out miserably.
Ghost Maitreya, the Great Elder of the Ghost Refining Sect, and the evil spirits of the ghost wall took advantage of this opportunity and pounced on them. Soon, screams of misery spread in all directions.
Wait until they have almost finished fighting.
Jiang Chen walked forward, holding the Yin Shen Hammer, and slowly chanted, "Five Emperors and Five Dragons, bring down light and wind. Spreading moisture, assisting the Thunder God..."
A heavy rain fell.
Like a god or a demon, the young man swung a hammer in the rain.
Thunder rumbled in the sky.
The severely injured Weishui River God could only stare wide-eyed, terrified as he faced – destruction!!!
…
The battle was over, and the blood of the evil spirit dyed the Wei River red.
This time was different from before. A message was transmitted unstoppably, flowing down the river and into the Changhe River.
Jiang Chen's hair stood on end for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.
He turned his head and looked far away in the direction of Changhe River. He roughly understood that perhaps the true strength of the Ghost Sacrifice lineage had begun to awaken.
"We need to speed up."
"Brothers, you guys drive over here. I'm going to leave first. Before those old guys in the Changhe River explode, I want to examine these tributary river gods to see if they are truly guilty."
"Although they don't want to rebel, we can't wrongly accuse any ghost. This is the difference between our underworld and those cruel and evil ghosts. I hope everyone can understand the hardships and bumps on this journey!"
After Jiang Chen finished speaking, he soared into the sky, leaving behind a group of stunned ghosts.
After a long while, the group of people couldn't help but curl their lips.
Don’t talk nonsense!
We Yincha are not so cruel.
How can you call this censorship? You've already scattered the ashes, but you didn't let any of them go unpunished...
…
On the bank of the Changhe River.
A group of three people appeared here.
There were two men and one woman, all of them were young. One of them had a crew cut and a fierce temperament. He was wearing a black robe that made a clanging sound when he walked. It seemed that there were various instruments hidden under the robe.
"Qiu Tian, could you please not bring all your coroner's autopsy equipment every time you go out to exorcise ghosts? It's so unlucky."
The other young man was fat, swinging a chain hammer in his hand. The hammer was round and only the size of a fist. The chain was thin and jet black, and it looked like a toy of some rich kids.
However, when he swung it casually, a terrifying sonic boom could be heard. The weight of this chain hammer was definitely enough to scare people to death.
"Fatty Yu, I haven't beaten you in the past two years since I went out. Are you itching for a fight again?" The young man called Qiu Tianqi had a scar on his left eyebrow and looked at him coldly.
Being watched by him.
宋帝王传人余钱便忍不住㱕缩了缩脖子，油滑道：“嗨！仇哥，看这话说㱕，两年不见，弟弟还是你弟弟，哪有哥哥揍弟弟㱕？”
"You are wrong. Lord Emperor Song is from the Third Palace, and my teacher is only from the Fourth Palace. Don't talk nonsense. I can't bear this responsibility!" Qiu Tian said coldly.
Fatty Yu Qian chuckled and wanted to say something.
The young girl at the side spoke up: "Alright, you two, stop fighting here. We're here for something important. Hurry up and contact them. Why haven't they arrived yet?"
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