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Chapter 1111: Child trafficking is not allowed here

He can know the past and the future, understand cause and effect and reincarnation, and avoid the Yin and Yang and the Five Elements. When you see him, disaster will turn into blessing. His name is Chu Jiang.

As a monster that is the incarnation of an advanced demon, Chu Jiang does not have any magical powers or spells with particularly strong lethality.

But Chu Jiang followed the Shinto path.

Different from the incense-based Shintoism practiced by Xia Yubing, Chu Jiang's Shintoism belongs to the Shintoism of merit.

Incense Shintoism is a way in which the gods of the underworld enjoy incense offerings from the world of the living.

The God of Merit suppresses the earth veins and protects one side.

To put it bluntly, it is the difference between the City God Temple and the Land God Temple.

The Millennium Dynasty world is on the verge of collapse, but Xiquan Mountain is the only place that attracts people and prospers day by day.

As the mountain god of Xiquan Mountain, Chu Jiang is almost equivalent to the supreme lord of this world in the absence of an emperor in the imperial city.

Many forces had already gathered on Xiquan Mountain, forming a stable social structure. Yesterday, the Bodhisattva came to the east to guide thousands of dead souls back to their roots. Some of the dead souls were introduced into the Millennium Dynasty World, and Chu Jiang got a lot of merit for nothing.

The monster that now appeared in front of the old monk had grown to a height of two meters. There was a faint sound of thunder rolling between the two horns on its head, and layers of scales with a metallic luster grew below its neck.

A red silk fell from the sky and draped over Chu Jiang's shoulders.

It was the big red shawl that was taken from the bank safe earlier.

Legend has it that when Western missionaries came to Tianmen to preach, they held the holy cross and performed many miracles, which attracted ignorant people to follow them blindly. The sisters of the Red Lantern Society used the blood of hundreds of women who were bullied by foreigners to stain the red rope and weave a picture of the blood river of Wangchuan. The murderous resentment contained in it covered the sky and destroyed the hypocritical holy relic of the Western missionaries in one fell swoop.

But in addition to the Wangchuan Blood River Map, it is said that there was another scroll at that time. It was the "Lotus Birth Map" woven by the people of Tianmen with the candle wicks of thousands of homes to thank the Red Lotus Mother for punishing evil and protecting the country and the people.

This picture does not have the power to kill. It is the will of the people and the accumulation of merits. It is the blessing from the bottom of the heart of thousands of common people, hoping that the Red Lotus Mother Goddess can be deified as soon as possible.

However, the Virgin Mary did not take it, but chose a more difficult and bumpy path.

In the blink of an eye, thirty years had passed, and the big red robe called the Lotus Birth Picture reappeared in the world, falling on a newborn mountain god.

The old monk frowned slightly. Facing the monster in front of him, he was at a loss for a moment.

The other party's accumulated merits and suppressed luck have expanded to the point where they can ignore many restrictions.

For example, the secret method of the Buddha Kingdom in the Palm that he had just used, the glass bottle could not bear such a terrifying weight of merit.

Clay and wooden sculptures can be smashed at will, but the mountain gods who are alive and kicking and pardoned by Heaven are completely immune to all evil and invulnerable within the empire shrouded by Heaven!

A cold light flashed in Chu Jiang's eyes, and he looked towards the past and the future along the line of cause and effect.

"Old man, I already know your origins."

"How dare you step into our territory in broad daylight? You really don't know how to spell death."

The old monk shook his head and said, "I am only here to recruit disciples and have never harassed mortals. Why should I die?"

It was obvious that until this point, he still had no intention of backing down.

At this moment, a white light flashed not far away, and Xiang Biao, the chief of the operations department of the Secret Service Bureau, fell from the air.

His clothes had been torn to shreds, and his chest and back were covered with horrific claw marks, but in his hands he was holding a demon's head as big as a water tank.

Thick chains were hanging from the sky. Xia Yubing sat on the skeleton throne held up by a giant skeleton and cast a cold look.

The old monk sighed.

"Why...are they all juniors?"

"Don't you like fishing?"

"Why waste the lives of these young people? Find someone in charge and let's talk."

Before he finished speaking, he heard someone whisper in his ear:

"You made a mistake."

“Fishing is just a means.” “The goal is to let our children play and grow up without worries in the sun.”

"Xu Huange should understand that she has the right to say no loudly to strangers on this land."

"And you, you should understand what level of crime child trafficking is here."

"Trafficking?"

The old monk shook his head and said, "If you want to accuse someone of something, you can always find a pretext for it."

Before he could finish his words, Xiang Biao had already flashed in front of him, holding the bayonet in reverse and stabbed it straight into the old monk's face.

The old monk was stabbed in the brain with a knife. He offered no resistance and was killed on the spot.

“This is the incarnation!”

Chu Jiang spoke up to remind him.

"I hate people who hide their heads and show their tails the most."

Xiang Biao wiped the blood off his face and shouted, "Form a formation!"

Accompanied by flashes of silver light, groups of three Secret Service soldiers appeared one after another, put on periscopes and began to search for targets everywhere.

The sky suddenly darkened.

The ghost king under Xia Yubing's feet let out a sharp roar, raised his hands wrapped in chains and inserted them into the sky, and his huge body suddenly stopped.

The ghost hand that could originally tear the dimensional barrier apart at will was twisted and shattered under the suppression of some terrifying force, and ghost fire splashed everywhere.

"Don't fight him!"

Chu Jiang quickly reminded Xia Yubing: "He is King Solomon!"

"What sucked on the popsicle?"

Xiang Biao was puzzled.

Chu Jiang hesitated to speak, not knowing how to explain this problem to him for a moment.

After considering her words, she briefly explained, "He is the wise king of the Joshua people. God has endowed him with infinite wisdom and wealth, as well as the ability to command the seventy-two demons of hell."

"Oh, no wonder."

Xiang Biao glanced at the demon head at his feet, spat, turned around and asked, "Besides summoning demons, what else can this old bastard do?"

"space."

Chu Jiang explained: "According to the Bible, King Solomon sealed the seventy-two demon gods in a bottle and released them only when they were useful. This is the ability to control space."

She had just experienced firsthand how disgusting this bottle was.

Above his head, Xia Yubing was gradually falling into a disadvantage.

As a practitioner of the Ghost School, she also possesses the ability to travel between the Yin and Yang worlds, but this is only a talent and cannot be said to be professional.

The other party is an expert in manipulating space.

The Ghost King let out a shrill roar, and his huge body shattered into pieces in the twisted space. A dark crack slowly opened in the sky.

That is the endless void beyond the dimension.

The moat collapsed, and everyone present fell into the real world.

Xu Huange screamed, and his small body fell straight down from a thousand meters above the ground.

But the next moment, she was picked up by Chu Jiang's long tail and placed on his back.

(End of this chapter)