An old man with white hair on the riverbank raised a crutch in his hand and hit the tribal chief's head, scolding at the same time: "You rebellious son, why don't you answer the river god's words."

  The clan leader hastily dodged and loudly said: "Father, what's wrong? How can I answer? What if..."

  The words had barely left his lips when the white-haired old man struck again with his cane, and the clan leader dodged too late, getting hit on the forehead and seeing stars.

  "The River God wants to behead this evil creature, you don't respond, follow me and shout..." The old man said as he loudly shouted towards the river: "Please, River God, behead this evil creature that wants to harm our South Viet Town."

  The clan leader reluctantly followed with a shout, looked around, and suddenly several people shouted: "Please behead the river god, this evil spirit that wants to harm our South Vietnam town."

  These people had something to say before, but because the clan leader didn't respond and was afraid that Chen Jingwan might not be able to defeat the demon in one battle and bring disaster. Now someone took the lead, suddenly everyone shouted loudly, and it was a heartfelt and sincere statement.

  Yin Hua was shocked, Chen Jing had just been on the verge of collapse, about to fall into the river at any moment, but in those few human shouts, he regained his clarity, and under his gaze, the water in the dry riverbed of Chen Jing's river increased at a visible rate.

  A dark wind suddenly swept in, and the green-faced little ghost appeared beside him, saying urgently: "The Landlord God says, please ask Yin Ye to quickly seize the divine position, or else there will be changes."

  Yin Huai Rou seemed to suddenly understand something, his face greatly changed. With a long whistle, he rose into the air, and the river waves under his feet actually rolled up with his body, like a water dragon pouncing towards Chen Jing.

  "Set up the altar, offer sacrifices to the River God." The old man in front of the River God Temple said loudly. The people who followed him were actually carrying a sedan chair, and they immediately set it up, placed incense burners on it, and it turned out that he had already prepared these things when he came.

  Chen Jing's spiritual energy had been depleted, his mental strength exhausted, but in this instant he recovered five or six tenths of it. Overjoyed, he raised his sword and pointed at Yin Huai Rou, shouting loudly: "Disperse!"

  The river water behind Yin Huai Rou suddenly dispersed as if it had received an order. Chen Jing's sword shone brightly in his hand, the light flashing back and forth like a living thing trying to break free from Chen Jing's palm. The light grew more intense until it finally broke free, shooting out with a sharp whistling sound towards Yin Huai Rou's throat. Yin Huai Rou clearly saw the tip of the sword pierce through countless dust particles, and in the blink of an eye, it was already right in front of him. Although he was surprised by Chen Jing's extraordinary swordsmanship, he didn't flinch. He blew out a mouthful of air that turned into a ball of evil wind rolling towards the flying sword, while simultaneously tilting his head to one side. The sword pierced through the evil wind but only grazed past Yin Huai Rou's ear.

  His figure had already disappeared in the instant he dodged the flying sword, and burst out from the empty space above Chen Jing's head. A palm print fell down, with a faint image of a map appearing in the center of his palm - steep cliffs, rivers flowing straight down, treacherous terrain. It was exactly the landscape of Evil Dragon Gorge, and also the seal of the River God of Evil Dragon Gorge. This move was meant to seal Chen Jing away at once. If he could use up all the spiritual energy of Evil Dragon Gorge with this one palm, it was likely that the entire Xiu Chun Bend would be turned upside down. Having been the River God of Evil Dragon Gorge for many years, his vital energy had long merged with that of Evil Dragon Gorge, and they belonged to the same river domain, not far apart, so he could still borrow the spiritual energy of the river segment of Evil Dragon Gorge.

  All things in the world have spirits, and the spiritual energy is more prosperous in mountains, rivers and streams.

  Chen Jing's body softened like the river water, merging into the waves. The empty air suddenly echoed with his loud shout: "Cut..." Embroidered Spring Bend was momentarily still, as if all of its spiritual energy had converged to a single point.

  Darkness enveloped his brain and a chill was born at the back of his head. He turned around in shock, only to see a dazzling beam of light chopping down on him from above.

  He couldn't dodge in time, but saw the man's head suddenly transform into a huge black snake head, opening its mouth and spitting out a gust of evil wind. The sword was unable to cut it down. People from afar only saw a snake-headed human spit out a black wind, which bound the sword, and then they saw the man stretch out his hand, grabbing towards the sword hilt.

  Just as he was about to grab the hilt of the sword, a voice sounded in the void: "Cut."

  The sword trembled, shooting out a strong light that pierced Yin Huai Rou's eyes. Yin Huai Rou was greatly shocked and hastily turned her head, but the sword broke through her scalp, instantly enraging her. With a loud shout, a river domain emerged above her head.

  Steep and dark cliffs, rivers flowing straight down, clear and solid.

  As soon as the river floated above the gentle and soft head, threads of water vapor fell down, protecting the body, no matter how the sword changed, it couldn't pierce through.

  Chen Jing knew that he had truly become angry, using all his magical powers. However, he did not expect that the evil dragon gorge, which had left the divine realm, would have such deep magical powers, and this method was extraordinary, merging with the momentum of the evil dragon gorge's river domain, adding to its might.

  Chen Jing took a deep breath, and the clouds gathered. The river domain of Xiuchun Bay also appeared above his head. The calm surface of the river, the slow-flowing water, seemed to be able to swallow up all things in the world. However, this scene seemed somewhat illusory and unreal. Moreover, the water in the river was not full or true, but rather cloud energy. This was because Chen Jing had only recently obtained the position of River God, his divine power was insufficient, and his own qi mechanism had not yet fully merged with the spiritual energy of Xiuchun Bay.

  The sword has returned to Chen Jing's hand, pointing at the sky, a burst of murderous aura shoots up into the void.

  With a gentle and elegant movement, she suddenly appeared beside Chen Jing. Her every gesture was like a stormy sea. If it weren't for Chen Jing's calming presence, the embroidered spring bow would have already been overturned, its sleeves fluttering with an overwhelming force.

  The waves rose and fell, dispersing into mist, and in just an instant had already spread throughout the entire Xiuchun Bay.

  Chen Jing only now felt the depth of his opponent's magical power, and he wrapped himself and his sword in it. If he hadn't practiced swordsmanship from a young age, he would have probably lost by now. The spiritual energy he could control was limited, and he could only use his sword skills to fight back. He cleverly resolved the opponent's magic, but soon felt that the sword in his hand was getting heavier and harder to drive with the river's spiritual energy.

  In front of the River God Temple, at least three to four hundred people have arrived. The incense burner has been set up, and there are three sacrificial animals and six domesticated animals, plus several large pots, which are cooking the mud eel spirit beheaded by Chen Jing and a snake head.

  Just then, the river fog suddenly dispersed like a wave, and a person flew out and crashed onto the riverbank.

  The crowd gasped in shock, for this man was none other than Chen Jing.

  The old man asked extremely calmly: "Can the River God still fight?"

  Chen Jing burst out laughing and said: "As long as everyone is willing for me to behead this demon, I will be able to behead it." After speaking, he suddenly rose up and disappeared into the fog in an instant.

  "Alright, the River God is mighty. Come on, beat the drums for the River God and help him gain momentum. Fire the firecrackers and offer sacrifices to the River God, wishing that he will soon behead the evil spirits." The old man looked white-haired but his voice was loud and clear.

  The war drums sounded, and the momentum was overwhelming.

  The old man led the way, kneeling down in front of the incense burner and loudly reciting: "May the River God execute the evil spirits early."

  The old man suddenly knelt down behind him, also chanting: "May the River God behead the evil spirits soon."

  Chen Jing, in the midst of the fog, felt as if he had drunk sweet dew, his whole body refreshed and invigorated, all fatigue dispelled. Although his magical powers had not fully recovered, he once again had the spiritual energy to drive the river domain's spirit power.

  Yin Huai's gentle heart was filled with great anger, he didn't expect that someone who had just obtained divine status would be able to fight him for so long. Similarly, he was shocked, shocked by the mysterious power of human incense and wishes, which could actually allow Chen Jing to recover his magical powers in a short period of time.

  He was furious in his heart, and suddenly let out a loud roar. His body disappeared into the fog.

  Chen Jingru looked around with his divine eyesight for four miles, but he didn't discover anything.

  Suddenly, a chilling ice covered the sky and pressed down on top of my head. I looked up to see dark clouds densely packed in the sky, with a giant snake writhing about in the midst of the clouds.

  The snake's body was ten zhang long, with black and white patterns alternating on its scales, which shone with a cold light. When the pair of snake eyes poked out from the dark clouds, they were as red as lanterns. People with good eyesight could also see that something like a crown or horn had already grown on its forehead, and it was already showing signs of transforming into a dragon.

  The hissing sound of the snake spitting letters makes people fearful, and after each flip, the dark clouds in the sky become several shades darker. Before long, a strong wind rises, with a foul smell.

  The sky was dark with thick clouds, lightning flashed and thunder boomed, and heavy rain poured down on the river. Everyone in front of the River God Temple was terrified, but only the old man stood still, leaning on his dragon-headed cane. At this time, his mouth was trembling, and only those who got close could hear him muttering: "Fifty years ago, it was like this too. At that time, I was afraid and didn't set up an altar for the River God, which caused the River God to be seriously injured and never appeared again, eventually being occupied by the Carp Demon. Now, how can I let this happen in front of me again?"

  "Give me a drumbeat, to assist the River God, light incense, make a wish, offer sacrifices to the River God." The white-haired old man shouted hoarsely in the wind and rain.

  Dark clouds are thick and heavy, covering the sky, gloomy and oppressive.

  The wind howls, the rain pours down in torrents, lightning flashes and thunder booms.

  An old man with white hair, named Liu Ji, is the father of the current village head and was also a village head in the past. Fifty years ago, the river god had fought against the carp spirit in the river. At that time, the river water overflowed the dike, the sky was filled with water, the heavens seemed to be tilted, and the river was about to turn upside down.

  At that time, the river god also had such a question, and he asked three times in a row, asking with a broken heart. He was standing in front of the River God Temple at that time, and he was also afraid that if the river god did not win, he would bring disaster upon himself if he answered, so he didn't answer. In the end, he saw the river god fall into the water from the top of the wave, and never appeared again. From then on, there were more carp spirits in the river, and whenever they rose up, they made waves, and when nothing was happening, they stirred up the wind, stirring up this area for fifty years without peace.

  On the way back, he met his benefactor. At that time, his benefactor was also white-haired and saw Liu Ji returning, knowing that Liu Ji had not answered, suddenly burst into tears, crying and wailing: "The River God is dead, the River God has been killed by more than 30,000 of our troops at Junshan. More than 30,000 people in Junshan are all without courage."

  Liu Ji was shocked and asked his teacher. His teacher said that when he was the head of the river, the River God fought with a giant turtle, and Liu also asked three questions in the river. After the three questions, no one answered, and the River God fell into the water and never appeared again. Later, after he returned, he always felt uncomfortable in his heart, feeling that he should have answered the River God's words. Every night, he couldn't sleep well, and when he met a passing Taoist priest, he invited him to his home and explained the situation to him. The Taoist priest sighed and said: "The poor River God protected the water and soil of this place, but died at the hands of the people he protected."

  Liu Ji was shocked and asked, "How can this be?"

  The Taoist said: "The River God and the demon are fighting, and three questions have been raised. There is no other reason for this except that the demon's magical powers are too high, and the River God's divine power is sufficient to want to borrow the power of human wishes to slay the demon."

  Liu Ji En's teacher was filled with regret and hastily asked what to do if they encountered such a situation again.

  The Taoist replied: "If the River God asks whether to behead the demon or not, just answer sincerely that you want to and ask him to do so. If you want to increase the River God's divine power, you must immediately set up an altar to worship the River God."

  Liu Ji's mentor knew this afterwards, and in his heart he resented himself for causing the death of the River God. He hated that he had been timid at the time and was now too afraid to answer. Many years later, when Liu Ji became the head of the clan, the River God asked three questions again. He hastily rushed over from home, but unfortunately it was already too late. All he could do was wail in grief, crying out: "The three million people of Junling are all cowards!"