My mythology is different from yours

When the dam collapsed, the sky was also just bright, and the morning light broke through the clouds and mist, illuminating the rushing torrent.

Once this dam collapsed, there was no way to recover from it. The torrent carried rocks and sand and collapsed on both sides of the Qijiang River, and rushed downstream with a terrifying roar.

The monsters and demons who had no time to escape, as well as the monks of the Xuansheng Sect, were all involved in the torrent, life and death were unpredictable.Human and demonic power, in the face of such surging natural force, seemed so pale and helpless.

Xuanzhi put most of his consciousness in the talisman, but he can still feel the outside world.She was held tightly in her arms by Shen Tutao's waist, hanging above the rushing torrent, somersaulting clouds came and went in and out of the torrent, wrapped up the monks of the Xuancheng Sect and some goblins and threw them to the high ground on both sides of the bank .

Xiao Tiangou chased the black fox demon, bit off his two lives abruptly, and came back with the bloody black fox tail and red fox in his mouth.

The torrent hit the mouth of the canyon and was blocked by the towering mountains on both sides of the canyon, but after the flood rushed into the canyon, the faster the water flow, the more shocking the momentum.

This canyon is not a straight line, there are three bends to reach the Xiye Town below, and there is a chance to breathe.

Xuanzhi didn't dare to delay, rubbed his ass that hurt from being kicked by the great sage, solemnly burned incense and knelt down, praying for Zhenjun Erlang to show his spirit and save tens of thousands of people in Xiye Town.The offering incense and green smoke rose straight into the void, outside the talisman, Xiaotiangou seemed to sense something, and circled around Xuanzhi and Shentu Tao crazily, because there was a fox in its mouth, it could only let out a low moan of excitement from its throat.

Shen Tutao was about to be annoyed by it, and was just about to raise his sleeve to pull it away.

At this moment, Xuan Zhi suddenly opened his eyes, Shen Tutao shyly withdrew his hand, and looked down at her.Xuan Zhi's eyes were dark and bright, and he didn't even look at him. He turned his head to look into the canyon, and saw the end of the torrent, where the torrent was about to rush out of the canyon, showing a huge phantom of a god.

The figure was almost as high as the mountains on both sides of the canyon. Zhenjun Erlang wore a high silver crown, wrapped in yellow clothes and silver armor, with a cloak of the same color on his shoulders, and a red ribbon fluttering between his arms.

Even the phantom of the gods can see that his face is well-defined, his facial features are deep, and his eyes are bright.

Wielding the three-pointed and two-edged knife, he stepped into the torrent, and the divine power rippling from the three-pointed knife stopped the rushing torrent, and the water collided with the divine power, splashing the sky.

Xiaotiangou threw both the black fox tail and the red fox into Xuanzhi's arms, and Sa Yazi rushed to Erlang Shen's phantom, barking wildly at his shoulder.

Erlangshen turned his head to look at it, opened his eyebrows, and opened his eyes, a golden light shot out from his eyes, sweeping across the terrain of Sifang Mountains, and clearly explored the trend of mountains and rivers, and the situation underground.

Now that the torrent has burst its banks, there is no reason to send water to higher places.

The Roaring Sky Dog has been paying attention to its owner. It only needs a look from Erlang Zhenjun, and it will rush to a mountain on the right bank, and the loud barking of the dog will drive away all the wild animals in the mountain.

The momentum of the torrent had already frightened the wild beasts to flee, and once it drove them away, there were not many living creatures left in the mountain.

God Erlang turned his head, glanced at the believer who asked him to appear from a distance, swung his long knife, and split the mountain on the right with one knife.

Amidst the loud bang, the mountain was split open on both sides by his divine power, and the pouring torrent diverted down along the river channel he opened up, connecting with an underground river deep in the mountainside.

The movement of splitting mountains and opening rivers like this can be called earth-shattering, and all the monks and monsters on both sides of the river were suppressed, and even Xiye Town downstream could feel the shock of divine power.

Xuan Zhi's eyes were wide open, and she clutched her chest and looked at the phantom of the gods that were gradually dissipating in front of her. Her spiritual power, as a medium to invite the gods to descend, was also related to the power of the gods. The greater the power of the gods, the more she The faster the spiritual power is consumed.

Zhenjun Erlang's slashing of the mountain emptied her true energy in an instant, blood even spilled from the corner of Xuanzhi's mouth, and the spirit base was shaking.She arched her waist in pain, and buried herself in Shentu Tao's arms, the meridians in her limbs felt a dull pain of being hollowed out.

Whether it was Erlang Zhenjun, Xiaotiangou, Somersaulting Cloud, they all disappeared without a trace.

Tears flowed from the corners of Xuanzhi's eyes, she understood what Erlang Zhenjun meant when he looked back at her, and her emotions were evaluating whether she could hold on.

"You really don't want to die." Shen Tutao's paper figurine's face was gloomy, and his finger movements were so fast that there were almost afterimages. He tapped the spirit apertures all over her body one after another, and dropped a spirit-guiding array.

The aura around her was frantically gathered by the formation, and poured directly into her body through the aura. After a while, Xuanzhi finally regained her strength.

She rubbed against Shentu Tao's soft chest, sniffed, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Shen Tutao snorted coldly, "You can still see me."

Xuan Zhi was weak all over, but still tried to open his eyes wide to look at him, "Of course, Your Majesty, you must be able to see your projection in my eyes now."

Shen Tutao pursed her lips and took a look, Xuanzhi's eyes were still stained with water, clear and bright, reflecting a woman's face, the pearl hairpin on her head reflected the glittering light in her eyes.

Shen Tutao: "..."

Erlang Zhenjun disappeared, and the torrent continued to rush down, but the newly opened river channel drained most of the torrent, and the remaining water rushed into Xiye Town. Fortunately, the local residents were moved to high places by Grand Duke Nguyen Thien, and no casualties were caused.

Xuanzhilai was carried back in Shentutao's arms, and after listening to the group of white-bearded old gods, she felt relieved and fell into a deep sleep from exhaustion.

In his deep sleep, Xuancheng Yuanjun entered her dream and thanked her personally.He also said that the gods she invited had such supernatural power, they must be different from those little gods and immortals, so why couldn't they cast a statue to take a picture.

Xuan Zhi couldn't confess her background, so she had to pretend that she didn't know.

Xuancheng Yuanjun's eyes were gentle, and he said: "The divine power possessed by the god you invited seems incompatible with this world. If you want to leave an image in this world, you should need some carrying medium."

When she said this, she thought she was clear-eyed, she had already guessed a bit, and Xuan Zhi felt a little embarrassed.

Xuancheng Yuanjun continued: "If you can't take pictures of the statue, it doesn't mean you won't be remembered. If more people know about it and remember it, then maybe there will be a foundation to bear it."

What she said coincided with Xuan Zhi's previous conjecture.

"Why not praise the deeds of the gods?"