The heavy rains that have continued for a year have slowed down the devil.

Rain is not ordinary rain, but contains spiritual energy.

Countless famine refugees rely on the rain to fill their hunger.

Living is still alive and having strength.

The harvest of crops has also improved a lot. In the late autumn, the original smoky weather was driven away by golden wheat fields.

After the spiritual rainwater is irrigated, these rice and wheat ears are tenacious and full of grains.

However, the surrounding area of ​​Wuri City is still becoming more and more chaotic.

If there is no food, I have to rob it, and it is all refugees.

With food to be stored, all major forces want to make more money in this strange big year. After all, no one knows whether the days ahead will improve.

Refugees with no cultivation are fine to suppress them.

Once those practitioners get in, they will be in a mess.

Dozens of military orders are heard in the Ding'an Palace every day, and the garrisons are running around, and even the city defense is a little short of people.

Two major sects emerged in the city.

The former is mainly idle and wild cultivation, and believes in the Invincible Divine Fist Gang, the master of the Fist Seal.

The gang leader was hanging in the air, keeping it for the adult.

Since its establishment, the Invincible Divine Fist Gang has more than 300 people, and everyone is a practitioner.

The subsequent boxing monument became more and more popular, and the gang members who came to see each other came. In the end, it directly increased tenfold, and there were 3,000 practitioners.

The latter is called Yulong Temple.

After the dragon roar that day, heavy rain of spiritual energy began to bring blessings to the earth.

People naturally associate the two.

No matter whether it is a dragon or a real dragon, the water method is an innate talented magical power.

It's not difficult to get rain.

There are not many practitioners in Yulong Temple, but the number of people is the advantage.

Although Ding'an Prince's Mansion issued a notice in time, saying that he had invited the Immortal Master Bimiaoshan to make the move and asked for the rain.

Unfortunately, it doesn't work much.

Looking at Wuri City and the surrounding tens of millions of people, there are no less than one million believers.

All regions and villages even spontaneously built the Yulong Temple.

According to the latest miscellaneous talk by the lay Buddhist Youshan, it is roughly estimated that there are more than 30,000 rain dragon statues in the Yulong Temple around Wuri City.

Many elderly and female relatives from wealthy families in the city are also believers, silently providing shelter for the Yulong Temple.

Early this morning, spiritual energy gathered on the cemetery of the three rooms of Hai character.

The spiritual energy turns white, like clouds and mist forming layers.

Countless corpse husbands gathered, with curious faces on their faces.

The corpse husband who has seen Zhang Shitou Tiandi has long been old.

With a bang,

Chen Jiang let the spiritual energy in the sky crush the roof.

I was covered in dust, but my qi and blood have recovered a little, and my shriveled body is filled with it again.

It's very similar to Zhang Shitou's process back then.

This is the tenth year of Chen Jiang's death in the Demon Tomb.

Liu Zhi is still alive, and the extremely narrow-minded Shao Chenghua is still alive, but he was transferred to another character room and was rarely seen in a few years.

The officials are all here today.

However, I have long lost the enthusiasm I had for Zhang Shitou back then.

Now that they know the truth, no one is too lazy to show their gratitude to a short-lived ghost. Afterwards, they found that the corpse husbands who had been lucky enough to survive were actually very miserable.

"Just a short-lived ghost."

Shao Chenghua sneered.

He retreated from that war, lost one leg, and had no chance to go further.

Looking at Chen Jiang’s recovery, he did not deny that he was full of jealousy. Of course, he was lucky enough to gloat.

"So what if I've been withered for ten years? I'll die in the end.

After all, it's just a mortal."

He talked to himself, not knowing whether he was self-deprecating or sarcasm.

Chen Jiang glanced at Shao Chenghua, but unexpectedly, this guy still had a lot of bad luck in a few years.

He thought about it and looked at the spiritual energy in the sky again.

Slightly frown.

Too few.

God is too stingy.

But thinking so in my heart, Chen Jiang was not bad at all, and he swallowed all of them into his stomach.

Drops of water make a river is also the kingly way.

In an instant, a demonic aura suddenly erupted from the bottom of Chen Jiang's feet.

The demonic energy is so great that it is hundreds of times more than Zhang Shitou.

Chen Jiang had already expected that he knew how many demons he had touched.

The twelve transformations of Xuanxi activated, imprisoning and suppressing this huge demonic aura. Although it was close to you, neither the corpse husband nor the officials could detect it.

The demonic energy condensed and transformed into various strange forms.

But it vaguely big bone turned into the shape of a dragon.

Chen Jiang opened his mouth, and the demonic energy and the spiritual energy were swallowed into his stomach.

It’s better to rely on the divine power of faith worshipped by the believers of the Yulong Temple.

The light golden divine power is more purer than normal spiritual energy and is more powerful. The most important thing is that Chen Jiang has an additional means of coping.

Even if the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is banned by the enemy, you can still use the power of faith to fight against the enemy.

It’s just a pity that I heard that the conflict between the Invincible Divine Fist Gang and the Water Dragon Temple became more and more eye-catching, and many believers died every day.

Chen Jiang felt heartbroken.

But there are strange things.

According to Chen Jiang's calculations, his faith power is now far beyond the number of believers in the Water Dragon Temple as Jushi Youshan said.

Even if there are practitioners in it pretending to be mortals, they will not match the number.

Because it requires too many practitioners to disguise it, it is impossible to hide it from many suspicions.

Chen Jiang released a trace of energy.

A barely seventh grade.

The one who came to congratulate the general, who was still humble and congratulated him.

The arguments he gave Zhang Shitou now have just changed Chen Jiang's name. They are not perfunctory or formal.

A gold medal in death, a disciple of the Demon Suppression Academy.

"Old Liu, how long do you think that kid can live?"

Shao Chenghua looked at Chen Jiang's back and sneered.

"I think it's a little stronger than the stone back then, it's about three months."

The person who answered the conversation was another servant, whose surname was Cheng.

"Hey, this kid got a ring from Song Changchun of Bimiao Mountain, and then he managed to survive ten years. Yes, there is also a piece of white fish swimming jade on the stone."

Shao Chenghua seemed to know Chen Jiang well.

Immediately stretched out a finger.

"One year?"

Liu Zhi glanced at him in surprise.

"one day."

Shao Chenghua looked at the back and smiled coldly in his heart.
To be continued...