This is a young man with a plain expression, wearing a blue-edged white dress, with a slightly raised black hair, and his eyes staring straight into the fog.

He came from the river bank and walked into the water, holding an iron rod in his hand, with red patterns above it.

Qing originally wanted to wait and see for a while and find out the depth of the so-called great god, but at this moment it was time to offer sacrifices, dozens of children were about to flow into the mountains and become sacrifices. Since the matter was in front of him and what he saw with his own eyes, he could not stand by and watch.

Countless people on both sides of the river bank were silent, looking at the young man who was walking on the water.

Is that really an immortal?

Compared to the so-called devil-removing demons in the past, it seems that there is really some ability.

Some people are full of expectations in silence, some are worried in their eyes, and some seem to foresee something, with fear in their eyes.

"It's this immortal!" Su Xiang said loudly: "He is a god, a god who can kill that evil thing!"

As he said that, he suddenly broke free and shouted to the people on both sides: "Let me go!"

He pointed to the front and shouted, "Look! Lang Lang Qiankun, the evil people will eventually be destroyed!"

Everyone looked at each other and remained silent.

Qingyuan came from the river above and pointed his hand at the raft that had been fixed by him. Suddenly, a stream of water surged, pushing all the rafts to the shore. Then a large wave rushed from the middle of the river toward both sides, overturning the rafts, and the children on the rafts were all lifted to the shore.

He ignored everyone on the river bank and looked at the end of the river, where the fog was shrouded, and walked gradually.

His cultivation is not enough to fly to the clouds, but it is not difficult to walk on the water.

In the fog, a dull sound gradually appeared, not like a human voice, but like a dragon howling, but after listening carefully, it was not like a dragon's sound.

There are rumors that the sound of a dragon is like a cow's howling, but the cow's howling is ultimately not as good as a dragon's roar.

But this time, there was a cow howling there, but because the person who came was already a monster, he couldn't help but feel the illusion of the sound of the true dragon.

...

Kanling Town has worshipped this great god for many years, and has records in classics and also has mural carvings.

A scholar once came here and was fortunate to witness it and escape his life. Afterwards, he felt moved in Kanling Town, and left a message in a hurry. Later, the head of Kanling Town thought about it for many years and finally engraved this passage on the mural to warn future generations.

There is a river in Kanling, ten feet wide, stretching into the fog without knowing the end.

There are magical objects in the fog that hide all year round and appear sometimes. They look like cows, their horns are like hooks, and their bodies are covered with three feet of hair and are blue in color.

The god appears in the world, accompanied by dragon roar, fog lingering, rain and hail.

...

What Qingyuan saw was such a huge thing.

It is shaped like a cow, with green hair all over, about a meter tall.

At this moment, it was in the fog, with four hooves coming on the water, and its eyes were deep.

"This is..." someone held his breath and said, "God?"

People from Kanling Town, older people may have the honor of seeing the true face of the great god. However, those younger people do not have these good fortunes. Only when some Taoist priests who don’t know how to overcome demons and eliminate demons, they occasionally hear the sound of dragon roars in the mountains.

Now that the great god has shown his true body, the awe accumulated over generations has reached its peak at this moment.

No one dares to speak, only fear and... awe.

Someone has already kneeled down.

Some people try not to cry.

As for Su Xiang, a scholar who had just turned his cognition, he held his breath and felt that his feet were slightly softer.

Qingyuan stood on the river, motionless, holding the iron rod a little tightly, with a solemn look.

"Ming Taoist, do you want to care about this nostalgic business?"

A low and heavy voice came from the green bull.

It speaks people's words, which makes people even more terrified.

Qingyuan looked dull and said, "It was not sure at first, but now... maybe I should try it."

Qingniu said in a deep voice: "There have been many monks like you. They either saw me from afar and fled in a hurry, or fought with me and then killed me. You have not even reached the level of human beings and are still within the limits of your personal life. Are you not afraid of death?"

"Fear." Qingyuan chuckled, "If you are a great demon in the fifth level of heaven, or you show your ability to kill me here in an instant, then I will retreat immediately. The so-called practice of the heavens must be done within your ability, otherwise what will happen if you even have your own life?"

The green bull raised his head slightly, and his bent horns seemed to pierce the sky. Its dark eyes stared at Qingyuan and said, "What do you mean is that I am a demon who has touched the fifth level of heaven, and I am not enough to kill you, the junior?"

"Yes." Kiyohara said seriously: "It is not difficult for me to consciously escape from your hands. Since I am sure to save my life, why not try it? If you can't fight today, you will always kill you when you make a comeback in the future."

"I'm so arrogant." Qingniu said in a low voice: "Do you think the superior realm is so easy to break through? Do you think the old bull will stop moving forward? Do you think your cultivation will definitely be faster than the old bull?"

Qingyuan nodded and said, "Yes."

After all, those who practice Taoism are slightly faster than those who practice monsters. Qingyuan's practice is much faster than many practitioners.

"Old Niu has been bored for so many years and has met many Taoist priests who think they want to subdue demons and eliminate demons, but there are not many as interesting as you."

The green bull stepped on the four hooves and said in a muffled voice: "Let Lao Niu see, how capable are you in the third level of heaven and how can you resist Lao Niu?"

As its four hooves tread, the river waves surging.

The river water is turbid.

As it was speaking, the so-called fog had already spread underwater and spread to Qingyuan's feet.

This old cow is not a fool. Facing a cultivator whose cultivation is far lower than that of himself, he still arranged this secret move similar to a sneak attack.

Qingyuan had expected that, and was not in a hurry. The water flow under his feet had already been cast by a spell. He immediately thoughts in his mind, and the water flow rushed upwards, causing him to land on the shore. Before his steps were settled, Qingyuan pointed the iron rod forward again.

Red thunder suddenly emerged.

The thunder sounded.

"Thunder method?"

The green cow showed a surprised look, and a slight light burst out from the thin air between his horns.

The light faced the thunder.

A bang blast.

The thunder scattered, and the light was not damaged, and it still came to the Qing Dynasty.

Kiyohara reached into her arms, took out something, and pressed forward.

The light penetrated into the ancient mirror and disappeared silently.

Qingniu's eyes flashed and he said in a low voice: "What kind of treasure is that?"

Qingyuan ignored it and hit the iron rod towards the river. The thunder flashed and burst into a wave of water.

Thunder can borrow the power of water.

In an instant, the river was full of red light flashing. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!