Day and night tour

Chapter 250 The arrival of gods
Mo Tingsheng was indifferent to the abuse of "Guangyin" and sneered: "I am not in an offensive or defensive alliance with your young lady. I am doing my own thing. What does it have to do with her?"

"Boom",
The tremor was too violent this time.

There was constant turmoil in the Zhou family's cleaning shop, with a large number of chairs and tables falling over.

Even the extremely heavy counter almost fell over. Zhao Wuya was close to it and held it with one hand, so it did not fall over.

"Haha, Zhou Xuan, Gu Lao, the City God, and the Witch have guarded the eleven reservoirs in Mingjiang Prefecture. Is it useful?
It's useless. The bigwigs in Mingjiang Prefecture want this disaster to happen even more. They are looking forward to the end of Mingjiang Prefecture even more."

Mo Tingsheng laughed so wildly that Zhao Wuya, who usually didn't like to use force, took off his shoes and slapped him on the mouth.

"You're so annoying, can you shut up?"

pop, pop, pop
After several consecutive flaps, Mo Tingsheng did not suffer much damage.

Zhao Wuya also felt a little regretful. Why didn't he like to wear leather shoes? He always liked to wear cloth shoes. It didn't hurt when he was beaten.

“Hahahaha, Venerable Yunwu can’t create such a powerful force. I’ve already said that the disaster has just truly begun…hahahaha.”

Mo Tingsheng was almost insane.

"Miss, Miss is going to die. This disaster that has come early will kill Miss."

The evil god "Time", who was insulted by Zhou Xuan, the painter and the coffin lady, was always angry, but when he thought of the young lady, he was so sad that he burst into tears.

"Miss, ma'am..."

……

"How could a Yunwu Venerable, who is only in his eighth year, make such a big commotion?"

The disciples of Kugui have regrouped and are heading upstream to where the flood is most turbulent.

Zhou Xuan traveled to the peak of the flood every day. He walked in the air, looking at the gathering of the flood peaks, which turned out to be like a dim yellow mud wall hundreds of meters high.

The mud wall marched forward majestically, as if swallowing up the all-encompassing apricot yellow world.

Zhou Xuan was somewhat skeptical - could the impact of Lord Yunwu have such tremendous power?
Since he is so powerful, why has the Buddhist Kingdom developed so secretly in the Well Kingdom in the past three hundred years?

"The Buddha Kingdom does nothing all day long. Wouldn't it be better to find a few ruthless people like Venerable Yunwu and attack the Well Kingdom?"

Natural disasters, floods, droughts, etc., if they were encountered one after another, wouldn't our country be in ruins long ago?

When Zhou Xuan stood on the flood peak and watched, the painter also tore through the space and stood beside Zhou Xuan.

"Young Master, the level of cultivation of the people in this Buddhist country is different from that of us in this Jing country."

The painter also realized something was wrong.

"Do you think the eight incense sticks of the Buddhists are worth the nine incense sticks of our Jing country?"

Zhou Xuan asked.

"It means that."

"I don't think it's possible."

When Zhou Xuan fought with Mo Tingsheng, he didn't think that there was anything special about Mo Tingsheng, the peaceful monk from the Buddhist country.

The painter pondered again, "Perhaps the Venerable Yunwu is not sitting on the eighth incense stick, he may have successfully entered the ninth incense stick."

"Lao Hua, have you ever seen anyone burning nine incense sticks?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"I haven't seen it." The painter changed the subject and said, "But the nine incense sticks recorded in ancient books often have a momentum that can shock the world, and can borrow the power of mountains and rivers, and the power of stars, but that is the matter of the nine incense sticks.

If Venerable Yunwu had not been promoted to the Nine Incense Sticks, he would not have such momentum. The difference is like heaven and earth."

The painter sighed and said to Zhou Xuan: "So, I suspect that the Yunwu Venerable has entered the ninth incense stick."

"Even if he entered the Nine Incense Sticks, he would definitely not have such momentum."

Zhou Xuan said with great certainty,

Because he had really seen the man from Jiuzhuxiang take action—Marquis Peng from Pengjia Town!

That is the god level above the sky.

The origin of the god-level is that nine incense sticks from the mortal world fly up to the sky and kill the old gods.

Since Peng Hou is at the god level, he must be nine incense sticks.

In Pengjia Town, Peng Hou's Heavenly Ghost Map was indeed very fierce. He suppressed the Tattoo Clan by himself.
But his momentum was definitely not enough to make the earth of Mingjiang Prefecture tremble just by impact.

Zhou Xuan shook his head and said, "I suspect that someone in Mingjiang Mansion is fanning the flames."

He raised his head and looked towards the sky.

The fire of the God of Suffering was dim and uncertain, and he looked helplessly at the disaster that was about to erupt on the earth.

"Ah Xuan, I'm almost done analyzing the Dark Stone's communication method. I just need to do the final calculation."

Miss Wall's voice came out.

Zhou Xuan lowered his head and asked, "Miss Qiang, can you help me analyze whether the flood and earthquake in Mingjiang Prefecture are in perfect harmony with the power attributes of the Buddhist verses?"

"The fit is not very high." Miss Qiang said, "And the power attribute of the earthquake has been changing. At the beginning, the force that shook the waves of the reservoir to a height of ten meters was just a force.
But just now, the strongest tremor raised the flood peak by dozens of meters, and there were at least three different forces involved. "

Different types of power mean that different people are taking action.

"Old painting, someone is really fanning the flames."

Zhou Xuan looked at the still rising flood peak and sighed.

For the first time in his life, the word "add fuel to the fire" appeared in a concrete form.

"Does the Buddhist people have an insider in Mingjiang Prefecture?"

"Yes." Zhou Xuan nodded.

"Who is their accomplice? He is so powerful? Could it be a being like the Mother of Hundred Demons?"

"Perhaps... it's the god of Mingjiang Mansion."

When Zhou Xuan looked towards the flood peak, he actually saw a faint red thread.

He had seen this kind of silk thread three times.

The first time was in the Qiye Temple. A divine thread hung down from the sky, trying to pull the wine-cooking monk up to the sky and make him a Taoist.

The second time is today.

The blue-robed Buddha used a magic thread to lower the Taoist priest, and wanted to take back Zhou Xuan's talisman for clearing away wrongs.

The third time is now.

Zhou Xuanri entered the flood peak and reached out to grab the divine silk, but a feeling of extreme danger forced him to retreat.

It felt as if there was a huge tattoo deep in the flood peak, with flying sand and rocks in the tattoo. If Zhou Xuan was not careful, he would be dragged into the storm formed by the sand and rocks, and his body would be crushed to pieces.

Zhou Xuan had seen this tattoo before, so he naturally understood what the method was.

"Peng Hou?"

Zhou Xuan was very perceptive. He walked to the painter and said, "Old Painter, the trouble in Mingjiang Mansion this time is too big. Marquis Peng is hiding in the flood peak."

Three hundred years ago in Pengjia Town, Peach Blossom Wizard Peng Sheng, the Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree and the members of the Tree Clan used twenty-four pictures of gods to fight against the sky demon.

Peng Sheng died in battle, and Peng Hou was driven back to his realm, never to be seen again.

"I never thought that you hid in the flood peak... just to help the Buddha Kingdom? Or is there some other benefit?"

Zhou Xuan turned around and looked at the painter, saying, "Miss Qiang calculated that there are at least three kinds of power in today's earthquake. This may mean that there are more than just Peng Hou hiding in the flood peak..."

“No wonder the gods can use the power of mountains and rivers to control water and move mountains. They can help the Buddhist Lord Yunwu to create this great disaster.”

The painter stared at the turbid flood. He didn't understand why the gods of Mingjiang Prefecture would descend into the human world of Mingjiang Prefecture and hide in the flood peak to help the Buddhists destroy Mingjiang.

"It is the land and water of Mingjiang Prefecture that nurtured you gods. You have stayed in heaven for too long. Has even the last bit of your humanity been erased?"

The painter sighed.

"I heard from Lord Jian that the gods in heaven are about to descend to the human world. Apart from relying on the Heavenly God Sacrifice as Peng Hou did, the remaining method is for the gods to descend to the human world with the help of Taoists. However, after they descend, they will not be able to exert their peak combat power.

If I find them out of the muddy flood, Lao Hua, do you dare to draw your sword against the gods?"

The painter was stunned at first, but he had no choice but to be stunned.
Ever since he was born, he has regarded the gods above the sky as the highest belief.

"The gods are in the sky, watching over the human world. If there are people who do evil in the world, the gods will come down and kill them."

"It is because of the gods that we have a peaceful life in Jingguo."

After he joined the Bone Elders Society, he kept hearing people mention these words.

But now, the gods have come with the help of Taoists to destroy Mingjiang Prefecture. This incident has impacted his three views and beliefs.

But faith has inertia, and he was delayed by the inertia of faith and could not make a decision.

"Do you dare? If you don't dare, I will take Fifth Senior Brother, Lao Yun and the others back to my Pingshui Mansion."

Zhou Xuan needs the painter to make a decision.

The Bone Elders Association is the largest branch of the Mingjiang Prefecture, and the painter is the first priest of the Bone Elders Association.

When the Holy Son and Holy Daughter are not around, he is the most powerful person in Mingjiang Prefecture.

If he didn't show his attitude, Zhou Xuan would turn around and leave. He had a link with the ancestral tree, and would take Lao Yun, the fifth senior brother, Yazi, Fuzi, Cuijie Huazi and others back to Pingshui Prefecture. The gods still had to concentrate their strength to destroy Mingjiang with a massive flood, and had no time to care about them. If they really wanted to care, the ancestral tree would send the master, sister, and Lord Jiu over through the link, which would be enough to make the gods unable to exert their peak combat power suffer.

The painter looked at the flood peak that was over 150 meters high and as big as a hill, and finally made a decision.

"dare."

"How dare you."

"I definitely dare." The painter said firmly.

The common people in the city, his Bone Elders Association, and the students and teachers of Huifeng Medical College are all the people the painter wants to protect.

At this juncture, the painter can only draw a line between himself and the gods.

"Then I will go find them. I really want to see if the gods who come with the help of the Taoists are invincible in the world."

Zhou Xuan first went to the coffin lady's place through the day tour and said, "Coffin lady, the situation has changed. You and your disciples should not go against the flow to the flood peak. There is the Mingjiang God in the flood peak."

"what?"

The coffin lady couldn't even believe her ears.

The gods are hiding in the flood peak. What do they want to do?
"It's not clear yet, but they are the same kind of people as the Buddhists."

When Zhou Xuan got to this point, he said, "The gods are hiding in the flood. If you go over there, you will be in great danger."

The gods even want to destroy Mingjiang Prefecture, so how can they be polite to the coffin ladies and the poor ghosts who are controlling the water and providing disaster relief?
"Go directly to the villages that have been flooded to rescue people, and don't go to the center of the flood."

"Young sir, since the gods are fanning the flames, I'm afraid the Mingjiang Mansion cannot be saved." The coffin lady was frightened by the name of the gods.

"So what if they are gods? I will rely on the arrival of the Taoists to find them. There are so many wandering gods in Mingjiang Mansion, are you still afraid of them?"

Zhou Xuan said: "Coffin Lady, there is no need to be afraid. They are not gods, but high-ranking bandit leaders who claim to be gods."

The more critical the moment, the more tough emotions can calm people's hearts.

Seeing Zhou Xuan's confident and fearless face, Coffin Lady felt reassured and less panicked as if she had taken a reassurance pill. She began to arrange the destination of the bitter ghost disciples' ship.

Zhou Xuan swam to the top of the flood every day, and sank his perception like a silk thread into the turbid flood to search for the traces of the gods.

"Ah Xuan, will our Flesh and Blood Dynasty be annihilated by the Buddhists in this way?"

Miss Qiang leaned against Zhou Xuan's soul, looking at the flood scene sadly, her fists clenched tightly.
"Qiangqiang, rest assured, we will take revenge, and anyone who kills will be punished."

……

The Zhou family, under the ancestral tree.

Zhou Lingyi rarely gets anxious. At this moment, she walks around the ancestral tree in a very rigid manner.

"Master Zhou, I never expected that those gods were actually the accomplices of the Buddhists. Otherwise, you can ask Zushu to send me to Mingjiang. I want to see if the gods who come with the help of the Taoists can defeat an old man like me."

Yuan Buyu only has seven incense sticks, but the storyteller's fighting power is among the best in Jingguo Hall.

Just because of the storyteller's dream, he can cross the realm and lock the opponent.

After Zhou Xuan Nuo God came into being, he had the fighting power of four incense sticks and could use dreams to lock up opponents with five incense sticks.

Yuan Buyu's seven incense sticks really didn't seem to be afraid of the god being unable to exert his peak combat power.

"Master Yuan, it's not time yet. The ancestral tree has a time limit for teleporting over. If my brother doesn't find those gods, it's useless for you to go over there."

"It is difficult for gods to descend. Gods rely on Taoists to descend to the human world. If Taoists are killed, the gods will fall. What benefits can make those gods take such a big risk and descend to the human world?"

Mr. Jiu has been thinking about this problem.

Zhou Lingyi said, "Over the years, the supervision in heaven has weakened. Those gods may want to take advantage of the weakening of supervision to escape the constraints of the will of the Jing Kingdom."

The will of the Well Country that she speaks of is the "Lord" that Miss Wall and the God of Suffering speak of.

"If we destroy Mingjiang Mansion, we can escape the will?"

Mr. Jiu is still stuck in a rut.

"Laojiu, don't think about it. If my apprentice finds out the god lurking in the flood, are you willing to go to Mingjiang Mansion with me to kill the god?"

"I, Laojiu, am a gentle person. You should stop killing people all the time..."

"Then are you going or not?"

"I'm definitely going."

Lord Jiu took a sip of wine and said, "We need to let the gods know. Since it is difficult for the gods of Jingguo to descend, then don't descend. If they descend randomly, there will be people in the world who can deal with them."

"If we can successfully find the gods, we won't be afraid, but finding them is extremely difficult."

Zhou Lingyi directly stated the core of the crisis in Mingjiang Prefecture.

The reason why gods are called gods is naturally because they have special abilities.

Even if they rely on the arrival of Taoist priests, their combat power is only that of eight incense sticks, but they have extremely high abilities to hide.

……

"I searched and searched, but found nothing."

Zhou Xuan was very annoyed.

The thread of his perception searched in the flood, but did not capture any trace of the god.

"Perhaps this god has some special abilities?"

Zhou Xuan felt that something was fishy, ​​so he returned to his body and asked his sister through the link.

"Sister, I can't find the god lurking in the flood."

"The gods of Mingjiang Prefecture can blend in with the mountains, rivers, and land of Mingjiang Prefecture.
After they merged, they became one with the mountains, rivers, and the earth, and no trace of them could be found. "

Zhou Lingyi also said: "This is the confidence that the gods dare to come through the Taoists and use their ability to control the mountains and waters of Mingjiang to destroy Mingjiang Mansion."

"They used the water to drown enough people to complete the soul gathering that Mo Tingsheng needed, and then opened a passage to let the people from the Buddhist country in. During this series of major actions, they didn't even have to show up."

When Zhou Lingyi said this, he sighed.

"Can Nuo God wake up?"

"If the water floods Pingshui Mansion, Nuo God will naturally wake up, but that is Mingjiang, and the master of Mingjiang Mansion is the God of Suffering."

Zhou Lingyi said.

Zhou Xuan was overwhelmed when he heard about the God of Misery.
This god was of no help at all, and with his last bit of consciousness, he could only stay in heaven and watch the show.

"If I push my perception to its limit, can I find the gods hiding in the flood?"

"Do you have any other way to enhance your perception?"

"Yes." Zhou Xuan said, "Blood Well Society."

In the past two days, Si Yuer has published the news of the establishment of the "Blood Well Society" through newspaper headlines.

Zhou Xuan originally planned to give the media a few days to warm up before setting up the Blood Well Society, but now the situation is urgent and he can no longer wait.

"Sister, there are some people with blood well communication in Mingjiang Mansion. If I gather them together and combine their perception, my perception will definitely be much stronger than it is now."

"You can give it a try."

When Zhou Lingyi said this, Zhou Xuan had already cut off the connection and flew to the sky above Mingjiang Mansion.

He looked down at the land of Mingjiang Prefecture. The flood had begun to spread. The flood in Mingxi District was the most severe. Half of the district was already a sea of ​​apricot yellow.

Zhou Xuan naturally knew what this turbid yellow represented.

Under the raging flood, there are countless lives frozen in time.

Zhou Xuanri's soul was traveling, emitting extremely strong sound waves towards the land of Mingjiang Prefecture.

Only the Blood Well psychic can sense this kind of sound waves.

"Mingjiang Mansion's Blood Well Psychic, I will reorganize the Blood Well Society. When all of you can sense my voice, you will understand the power of my perception.
At the same time, I have a way to curb the blood well madness,

The new Blood Well Society will free you from the life you once led like a ditch rat. There will be no more madness, and no more hunting of Blood Well psychics. We will live peacefully in this world like all the disciples in the hall.

If you are looking forward to such a life, then join the new Blood Well Society and say goodbye to bullying and hiding. "

Zhou Xuan is a psychic of the Blood Well, so he naturally understands the plight of psychics of the Blood Well.

After his voice was released,
Suddenly, he heard a strange voice.

"Can you suppress madness?"

The voice sounded strange, but also familiar. Zhou Xuan had heard the exact same tone in the Blood Well Club.

She is "Sesame".

"can!"

Zhou Xuan said in a decisive tone.

"Why should I trust you?" Zhimajiang asked Zhou Xuan...

(End of this chapter)