One cannot randomly participate in the worship of evil gods. Even if you accidentally get involved, don't speak carelessly. When hundreds of thousands of people from the seven cities followed the priests and responded to the announcement of the Lord of Qingshui River, the connection was established and the contract was signed. Even if he didn't die in the aftermath of the battle between Qingshuihebo and the twenty-one ancestral spirits, or in the stampede, his vitality would have been drained away bit by bit, and he would have died young. Belief in evil gods and belief in one God are so cruel! Unless someone takes action and completely kills Qingshuihebo, the established connection and contract will be destroyed. Tao Tie actually has this ability. As long as he is not afraid of his identity being exposed, he can kill Qingshuihebo and the twenty-one ancestral spirits. But he stood still, just ignoring the people of the Seven Cities falling one after another and the lives disappearing one after another. If you are poor, you can only take care of yourself, and if you are talented, you can help the world.

In this strange world, Tao Tieshang is not sure that he can protect himself, so how dare he let himself be involved in the storm and get into trouble? It’s hypocritical, so what? In mid-air, the battle between Qingshuihebo and the twenty-one ancestral spirits that possessed the bodies of twenty-one young people was fierce, but also very strange. It's like playing a turn-based game, with each side occupying one side of the airspace. Qingshuihebo attacked the twenty-one ancestral spirits one by one, and the twenty-one ancestral spirits either blocked, dodged, or took it head-on. Then the offense and defense switched, The twenty-one ancestral spirits attacked Qingshuihebo one by one, and Qingshuihebo blocked, dodged or took the attack one by one. There was no fighting, detours, encirclement or blockade. On the contrary, the battle between the priests and the clansmen of the seventeen major families in the seven cities is more in line with the normal combat mode. Tao Tie also noticed that both sides had two professions, the priests who were more inclined towards magic, and the divine warriors/spiritual warriors who were more inclined towards combat. This is completely consistent with the worship and cultivation system of millions of mountain ancestral spirits. Apart from this, the most noteworthy thing is that the high priest, whose fighting power is said to be second only to Qingshui River Lord in the Qingshui River Basin, did not show much strength and his performance was mediocre. "Is this a tacit fight?" Naturally, Tao Tiexin had this doubt. I immediately dismissed the idea. Perhaps there was a tacit understanding between the two sides, but they both fought with real fire and did not hold back. The reason for the suspicion is simply because the fighting mode between Qingshuihebo and the twenty-one ancestral spirits is too rigid. As the battle became more intense, the people who came to watch the ceremony fled in greater panic, and the scene became more tragic. More and more people were trampled to death, stabbed to death by those who tried to escape, and killed by the aftermath of the battle. Corpses are everywhere. Strands of blood-colored air gushed out from the numerous corpses and flowed towards the nine-story pyramid that both sides of the battle had ignored.

At this time, Tao Tie had already run to the moat of Tianshui City along with the fleeing crowd. The suspension bridge had actually been pulled up long ago. More than 100,000 people were blocked outside Tianshui City. There was no other way to escape the battlefield except to go around the moat. At this time, except for the priests and favored warriors of the gods, the characteristic of ordinary people not being able to practice cultivation was fully revealed. Only those who have a certain scale and strength and have betrayed their family ancestors can jump over the moat, fly onto the wall, and escape into the city. The proportion is less than one thousandth. In other words, only more than a thousand people escaped into Tianshui City, and there were still more than 100,000 people blocking outside Tianshui City, facing a nearly fierce battle between the two major camps in the Qingshui River Basin. If no external force intervenes to settle this dispute as soon as possible, the death toll will continue to rise. "External forces are coming." Tao Tie, who was running inconspicuously among the crowd, sensed a presence flying towards the Qingshui River at a very fast speed. Judging from the breath, the person coming is a pure human. It is said that the human race in this world and the human race in the world of Dayong Dynasty are no different in terms of their true spirits or physical bodies. They are the same species. It can even be said that they share the same origin! When Tao Tie was thrown out, he thought he would enter a world ruled by the Colored People. After all, that twisted python mainly devoured the filthy remnants of Yamaraja, Hades, and Osiris, and it called itself Jörmungandr, Nidhogg, and Shesha. "Stop it all!" The person who came has not arrived yet, but his voice has already been heard, like the power of heaven. As soon as he finished speaking, a token shining with golden light was thrown into the sky above the battlefield between Qingshui River Lord and the twenty-one ancestral spirits. The token releases vast divine power, controlling those below it. This divine power was filled with the aura of thunder and masculine temperament, which had a great suppressive effect on Qingshui River Lord and the twenty-one ancestral spirits. Tao Tie's right index finger moved slightly, and the Taiyi Xuanzhu between his eyebrows also trembled slightly. The "appetite" that had not been there for a long time appeared. "This is a good thing." With such emotion in his heart, Tao Tie shifted his attention away. After the token released its divine power, the battlefields in the air and on the ground immediately dispersed and confronted each other. A majestic birdman in golden armor slowly descended. The four pairs of wings flapped, and wrinkles appeared in the surrounding space.

Obviously, these four pairs of wings are not just for decoration, they have great power in space. Extreme speed is just one of its powers. It should be no problem to cut through space to launch an attack. "Meet the messenger." At this time, Qingshuihebo was the first to pay his respects. The high priest led the other priests in a grand ceremony, "Greetings, Apostle." The twenty-one ancestral spirits and the clansmen of the seventeen great families also paid homage with great ceremony: "Greetings to the Apostle of the Pantheon." The same person, with three different titles, can clearly show different classes and identities. Since it is a Pantheon, Qingshuihebo is also a god, and there is a high probability that he is among them. It’s just that there may be differences between court officials, Beijing officials, and local officials similar to those in the imperial court. Qingshuihebo was the local god of the fiefdom, and the visitor was the capital god or court god who resided in the Pantheon. The visitors came to Qingshui River from the Pantheon this time as the Pantheon's imperial envoys, to announce the decree or handle matters. Therefore, Qingshuihebo only needed to respectfully address him as "envoy". Priests, young men possessed by ancestral spirits and members of the seventeen large families must address them as "sirs" to show the difference in status. The golden-armored birdman ignored Fansheng's respect, his pair of golden eyes fixed on Qingshui River Lord, and he waved his right hand gently. The twenty-one ancestral spirits that possessed the young man immediately revealed their spiritual forms. Seventeen of the spiritual bodies were as solid as flesh, while four of the spiritual bodies were light and almost transparent. This move was casual, as easy as breathing, and had no lethality. But Qingshuihebo's expression suddenly changed, he looked embarrassed and angry. "What does the messenger mean?" Before the ancestral spirits, who had been beaten out of their possessed bodies and exposed to the setting sun which had not yet completely set, could protest, Qingshui Hebo questioned them with a gloomy face. The golden-armored birdman said bluntly: "I will show you my strength so that you can think more clearly." Qingshuihebo's expression suddenly became even uglier. Tao Tie watched this change of expression with great interest. After all, how could the changes in a person's facial expression and the changes in the snake's facial expression be consistent? This was the first time that Tao Tie had seen such a scene. The golden-armored birdman didn't care about Qingshuihebo's feelings at all, and said bluntly: "In order to be promoted to Dragon King, you disregarded the rules of the Pantheon and performed the soul-swallowing blood sacrifice. Do you know your crime?" Qingshuihebo stuck his head out: "Who said I performed the soul-swallowing blood sacrifice? According to the rules of the Pantheon, there must be a plaintiff and evidence. Otherwise, the messenger can't say anything nonsense." As he spoke, Qingshuihebo's eyes fell on the twenty-one ancestral spirits: "Have any of you reported me? You must know that false accusations are punishable by force! If you falsely accuse me and it is found that what you reported is not true, the punishment will be the destruction of both body and soul!" The twenty-one ancestral spirits who had previously dared to ridicule and fight with Qingshui River Lord, now none of them came forward. However, Qiao Mao, who was previously possessed by the ancestral spirit of the Qiao family, stood up suddenly and shouted, "Master Apostle, I am the one who reported Qingshui River Lord for devouring souls and performing blood sacrifices. All the evidence is hidden in Jueling Mountain. I hope Master Apostle will allow me to go and get it."

Among the Tianshuiqiao clan members, the middle-aged man who had advised and guarded Qiao Mao a few days ago closed his eyes with a complicated expression. The tribesmen who are most in tune with the ancestral spirits are born as spiritual descended bodies. However, if a mortal is possessed by spirits too many times, his or her spiritual intelligence will be wiped out and his or her vitality will be overdrawn. The middle-aged man is Qiao Mao’s blood uncle, and has watched Qiao Mao grow up since he was a child. Ever since the Yun family was exterminated, the middle-aged man discovered that Qiao Mao had different intelligence. That's why he took Qiao Mao to Jueling Mountain several times on the pretext of conspiracy. In fact, the middle-aged man's real purpose was to use the isolation of Jueling Mountain to relieve Qiao Mao's spiritual intellect, which had been eroded and distorted by the Qiao family's ancestral spirits, so that he would not do stupid things. What is the stupid thing? It is stupid to sue gods as mortals. The golden-armored birdman didn't even look at Qiao Mao. He flicked his fingers lightly, and a beam of light was released from the token standing in the air. Qiao Mao's body suddenly burst into flames! "Ugh!!!!" A cry of extremely tragic pain came out from Qiao Mao's mouth. However, his body was completely restrained. Not only could he not put out the flames on his body, he couldn't even move his body. This fire is not an ordinary fire. It burns both the body and the soul. But it burned very slowly, giving the punishment the extreme. After a full quarter of an hour, the fire in Qiao Mao was finally extinguished. From the outside, Qiao Mao did not have any injuries on his body, not even a single spot of his skin was burnt. However, Qiao Mao's true spirit has been riddled with holes. From now on, he can only survive in the world, and his life will not last long. Maybe he will die in a few days. This is the price you have to pay for suing the gods as a mortal! In fact, all the gods, spirits, and humans present knew that the ones who actually sued Qingshui River God to the Pantheon were the twenty-one ancestral spirits who joined hands. Qiao Mao is just a poor abandoned creature. Because the twenty-one ancestral spirits were not absolutely sure that they could bring down the Qingshui River Lord. There is even a high probability that it will continue to exist under the promotion of Shimizu Ryu-kun. Such a crude trick could not be hidden from Qingshuihebo. However, this is also an unspoken rule of struggle set by the Pantheon. Even if Qingshuihe Bo is dissatisfied with the twenty-one ancestral spirits, he cannot retaliate immediately. No matter what, we have to give the Pantheon some face, and wait until the incident has died down before we create the twenty-one ancestral spirits. This period of breathing time may be what the twenty-one ancestral spirits want to fight for. The golden-armored birdman envoy said coldly: "I'll give you a quarter of an hour to bring your so-called evidence."

"Yes." Qiao Mao agreed with difficulty in a hoarse voice, then dragged his injured body to run towards Jueling Mountain. He can no longer fly. After running a few steps, Qiao Mao suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground. He died in an instant. It turned out that the ancestor of the Qiao family took back the gift to Qiao Mao. Without the protection and nourishment of spiritual power, the true spirit that was burned to pieces by the fire of the token immediately lost its vitality. The whole person died just like that. Tao Tie, who had been paying close attention, discovered an interesting place. Neither the gods such as the Golden-Armored Birdman, the Clearwater River Lord, and the twenty-one ancestral spirits, nor the priests and the mortals from the seventeen great families discovered that Qiao Mao's true spirit had not been completely annihilated. There is also a trace floating around the body. The power to maintain this remaining trace of true spirit comes from a woman's hairpin in Qiao Mao's arms. Tao Tie saw the Taoist method of refining magic tools in this hairpin. Not many, but there are some. The weapons used by both sides were completely different from the previous battle between the Qingshui River Lord Priest and the seventeen major families. "Hmm... kind of interesting." Tao Tie took a closer look and discovered that in addition to traces of Taoist refining techniques, the hairpin also bore some traces of Buddhist refining techniques. Both methods are inclined towards the underworld and are related to spiritual cultivation. "We need to pay special attention to the underworld and reincarnation in this world." Based on this discovery, Tao Tie set himself a must-do. The impact of Qiao Mao's death was now apparent. Without the plaintiff, there would naturally be no defendant. Since the Pantheon messengers were not very willing to investigate the case, there was no way to investigate the case of Qingshui River Lord's soul-swallowing and blood sacrifice. So, what comes next is... "Qingshuihebo listens to the order!" The golden-armored birdman took out a scroll, unfolded it, and shouted loudly. Qingshuihebo glared at the twenty-one ancestral spirits viciously and replied reluctantly, "I'm here." The golden-armored birdman ignored the resentment in Qingshui River Lord's tone and said, "Promote Qingshui River Lord to be the Qingshui Dragon Lord. Follow my orders immediately."

A very simple sentence was spoken. The scroll broke away from the golden-armored birdman's hand and flew into the sky. Rays of golden light sprinkled down and shone on the Qingshui River God who had a snake's head and a human body. "Roar!" A loud dragon roar sounded from Qingshuihebo's body. Suddenly, the snake-like human body turned into a complete dragon body. The dragon's body is slender, exuding a charm that is fascinating and subconsciously awe-inspiring. Then, one dragon roar after another echoed throughout the Qingshui River Basin. A four-clawed white dragon circled in the sky for a few times, then dived into the Qingshui River. A huge wave rose up, and the twenty-one ancestral spirits showed happy smiles on their faces. If Qingshuihebo were to transform into a dragon on his own, without the intervention and edict of the Pantheon, Qingshuihebo could transform into a five-clawed white dragon! And no need to sleep! However, the Pantheon intervened and issued an edict, so Qingshuihebo's transformation into a dragon was incomplete. In order to grow five claws, Qingshuihebo must sleep for a long period of time. In addition, the Pantheon's restrictions on Qingshui Hebo, oh no, Qingshui Longjun, increased greatly after the edict was issued. This is the real motive behind the twenty-one ancestral spirits joining forces to cause trouble. Since Qingshui Longjun's promotion cannot be stopped, let's add some obstacles to buy some breathing time and look for a turnaround. As for the dead tribesmen, let them die. As long as the ancestors are there, the family is there, right? (End of this chapter)