Xianzun is Collapsing Every Day

Mu Chuihan used to love to read the words of the human world. Jiangnan's own charm written in the book is completely different from the beautiful fairyland in the Xiuxian world.

It's a pity that he came to Jiangnan for the first time. The ground was cracked, and there was a small stone bridge between the river channels, but there was no trace of the gurgling water.

The crops in the fields were all dead, and there were remnants of houses burnt to the ground by the fire. Only when we really got here, did we realize that the victims in the imperial city were only a drop in the bucket.

Most of the people who remained in Jiangnan were the elderly and weak, women and children who were weak and unable to walk. Those who can't stand the disaster have become dead bones, and the rest are just lingering and barely alive.

The emperor stayed in the palace, although the secret report kept worrying day and night; but the imperial court sent to relieve the disaster did not dare to stay in this strange place at all, and hid in the official mansion and closed the door, for fear of being found by the scorched corpse.

The rich water town has become a dead city.

"So the imperial envoy is still alive?" Mu Chuihan stood in front of the closed gate of the official mansion and guessed optimistically, "It doesn't seem to be Jiuying either."

Being able to be guarded by two wooden doors, the scorched corpse that made the emperor feel frightened by the wind was by no means a powerful monster, and it was not necessarily that Jiuying was at work behind it.

"Perhaps Jiuying's power has not recovered yet." Ye Tingjiang waited in full force: "This drought must be man-made, not a natural disaster."

The residents here have not completely died, because the number of charred corpses is not large, so that after Mu Chuihan and Ye Tingjiang arrived, they did not even see a trace of the monster.

Mu Chuihan politely knocked on the gate of the official mansion, but there was no movement inside, and there was no sound. Apparently, the officials hiding inside had a habit of ignoring the refugees' calls for help.

He then brought some spiritual power in his hand, and with the movement of pushing the door, the iron latches behind the door were all broken, and the two sides were slowly pushed open.

"It's not good, the corpse broke in!" The sudden noise in the door made Mu Chuihan suspect that the silence just now was his imagination. The messy voices of the soldiers sounded: "Run away, the monsters are here!"

"I look so scary?" Mu Chuihan felt insulted, turned his head and asked Ye Tingjiang, "Does it really look like a monster?"

Ye Tingjiang was sensitively aware that this problem was not simple. In fact, he didn't care that much about other people's appearance, and when he first met Fuyan, he didn't think so. It's just that he likes Mu Chuihan now, and even seeing his bland face wearing a mask, he will only say "good-looking" from the bottom of his heart.

It's a pity that Ye Tingjiang always felt that it was too frivolous to say such straightforward words, so he paused for a long time, and when Mu Chuihan was about to give up the joke, he slowly said, "It's not like that."

In fact, he didn't think so. Ye Tingjiang met many demon cultivators when he was in the demon world, but he felt that compared to them, Mu Chuihan was more like a demon in shape.

Because a real demon cultivator always wants to look like a human being, and Mu Chuihan acts unscrupulously, he will hook people, and he will tell you clearly that he is hooking people - just like the ancient book records, a little fox demon who has just been transformed into a human form .

Mu Chuihan didn't know Ye Tingjiang's thoughts, but he was deeply shocked by such a long pause: "You actually need to think for so long!"

Ye Tingjiang thought that if he talked too much, he would lose, so he closed his mouth and smiled at Mu Chuihan again.

Although Mu Chuihan felt that he needed to have a good discussion with Ye Tingjiang on this issue, the fleeing soldiers in the house made him realize that the enemy was now, and put the matter on hold for the time being.

They only stopped for a while, and the minister of disaster relief had already fled to the secret passage in the backyard. Mu Chuihan intercepted someone there, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Master Li is so fast, where are you going?"

As monks, he and Ye Tingjiang almost let him escape.

The imperial commissioner saw that the two of them were unfamiliar, and said alertly: "Who are you?"

It doesn't look like a monster, but if I stop him here, I'm afraid it's not for the group of disaster victims?

"Master Li." Mu Chuihan's face gradually began to fester, and finally turned into a charred blackness that had been scorched by fire. He stiffly raised his hand to touch Qin's shoulder, opened his mouth, and smiled softly. Voice: "What do you think I am?"

Seeing such a change in him, the imperial envoy was so frightened that he lost his face and shouted, "Monster, there really is a monster!"

He desperately drilled into the secret passage, but felt that he was being held back by a force and could not take a step forward. He could already imagine the charred corpse's hand on his back, and then a huge fire would burn on him...

With so many ministers in the DPRK, how could he be so unlucky to be assigned to disaster relief!

"Master Li, there are really scorched corpses outside." When the imperial consignor had no masters, another man's voice sounded in his ear: "Are you really going?"

The imperial envoy didn't dare to look back at all, and smiled again when he heard the voice: "Don't make trouble."

"Okay." The original voice of the scorched corpse also sounded again: "Master Li, don't be afraid, I am really a monster and you can't run away."

The imperial envoy finally calmed down a bit, and then he remembered that those scorched corpses couldn't speak at all.

He took a deep breath, turned his head again boldly, and jerked back again.

He saw a face that was uglier and terrifying than before.

Ye Tingjiang glanced at Mu Chuihan helplessly, and Mu Chuihan finally gave up, the burnt blackness on his face faded, and he gradually returned to the appearance of a normal man.

He appeased the envoy who was about to faint: "Actually, we are the monks hired by your majesty."

The imperial envoy could not believe any of his words for a long time, and he still had a look of fear on his face.

Mu Chuihan spread his hands and said, "Sir, you can only trust us now."

It's not that he has no courage at all for Master Li to be able to get into this position. He quickly came to his senses, his life and death were in the hands of these two unknown things, and he couldn't escape now, so he could only listen to their orders.

"Yes." The imperial envoy was very aware of current affairs and immediately changed his words: "How could I not believe the two immortals?"

"Okay, you immediately send troops to distribute money and food to rescue the people." Ye Tingjiang asked, "Where did those charred corpses come from, and where do they usually gather?"

After listening to him ask this question, the imperial envoy believed that they were not monsters, calmed down a little, and began to answer Ye Tingjiang's question.

It turns out that the drought has only been two months since it happened, but the rivers and lakes have all dried up. It is by no means an ordinary drought, but rather like a fire burning on the earth. The crops in the fields had no water and no grains, so the first group of poor farmers starved to death, and these tragic people became scorched corpses for some reason.

Some of the people who were scratched and burned by the charred corpses later became new charred corpses. But these scorched corpses did not seem to be sane, and some were killed by the people. Their officials strengthened their defenses, and they were very safe.

The imperial envoy sent some of his subordinates tremblingly to supply rations, but looking at the appearance of these soldiers, they were fighting one by one, and they hardly dared to take a step out of the palace.

"If the scorched corpses come, we will kill them." Ye Tingjiang couldn't stand the appearance of these people's corpses, so he said coldly.

"Have you heard what the Immortal Master said, hurry up!" Master Li was the first to react and ordered his subordinates loudly.

The soldiers then slowly moved out the sacks of grain.

Mu Chuihan glanced at Ye Tingjiang and asked, "Transfer the water first?"

Regardless of whether it's Jiuying or not, let's solve the flood and drought first.

"Okay. I'll protect you." Ye Tingjiang nodded.

When the flood in the north is transferred to the severe drought in the south, the world can be at peace. Ye Tingjiang specializes in swordsmanship, and asked himself that his attainment in these spells is not as good as Mu Chuihan, so he took the initiative to protect the law.

"Really?" Mu Chuihan pretended to be surprised, "My water-adjusting technique is half a catty from divination."

Ye Tingjiang opened his eyes slightly and discussed, "Then, it's better to be me..."

"Okay, not so much." Mu Chuihan smiled and said, "Xianjun doesn't trust me so much."

Ye Tingjiang's face was slightly red, and he really felt a little guilty for this.

He always subconsciously ignored Mu Chuihan's ability.

It wasn't until Mu Chuihan started to cast spells that Ye Tingjiang reacted from the side. It was obviously Mu Chuihan's backlash. He obviously believed his words too much to say that!

Ye Tingjiang sighed in hindsight, but unfortunately Mu Chuihan was already using spells, closed his eyes and concentrated, but did not hear anything, only the imperial envoy bowed and said, "What is the order of the immortal master?"

"Nothing." Ye Tingjiang lowered his head and looked at Mu Chuihan, who was meditating, and replied lightly.

Facts have proved that Mu Chuihan's water diversion technique is far better than his divination ability. In a moment, a sky-filled water curtain appeared between the clouds. The imperial envoy raised his head, his eyes full of amazement, and he quickly praised: "The Immortal Master really has the ability to shock the world!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he quietly took a step back to the room. There was a severe drought in the south of the Yangtze River, but when the monstrous water approached, he felt a sense of oppression, and he couldn't help but want to find a safe place to dodge.

But this water curtain not only did not press head-on, but instead merged into the dry riverbed in the south of the Yangtze River. The originally dry and cracked land was moistened, and life finally sprouted on the waste soil.

When the dying victims saw such a scene, they forgot their illnesses and tears, and raised their heads to welcome the miracle that came from heaven.

However, before they could even smile, a sound like a heavy thumping of the ground suddenly came from the city gate. The victims looked there in panic, the darkness was overwhelming, the group of charred corpses that scared them so much in the past. They tried to stand up, but they had no strength.

They usually only see one or two scorched corpses wandering around, and they have never seen such an overlapping group of corpses.

What made them even more frightened was that the bank of the river, which had just been filled with water, suddenly grabbed a few wet, gray-blue arms.

The victims couldn't believe their eyes, they propped up the ground with their hands back, and shrank back subconsciously.

Along the gray-blue arm, a swollen floating corpse climbed to the shore, on all fours, dripping water, and crawling towards them quickly.

The soldiers who were helping the people in the city also saw the water ghost, their pupils widened, and in an instant they dropped the sack of food in their hands and ran quickly towards the government.

They had been closing their households in the mansion before, they had enough food, and their physical strength was still good, so they ran for their lives without looking back. People on the street stretched out their hands, trying to grab their legs as if they were the only hope of escape.

It's a pity that the soldiers kicked their feet hard to get rid of the hand that was in the way and continued to flee.

The victims were left in place, one by one closing their eyes in despair.

There are scorched corpses, and this never-before-seen water ghost. Are they still going to die until now?

An old white-haired woman was holding her five- or six-year-old grandson in her arms, and she was clearly afraid, but she still stretched out her hand and patted the child's trembling back, her voice vicissitudes: "Close your eyes, don't be afraid, don't be afraid. , disappeared after sleeping..."

The fastest scorched corpse was approaching them.

The old woman lowered her head wearily and slowly closed her eyes.

The strange sound was already in her ears, and the old woman put her grandson's head in her arms, hoping that the child would not hear the terrifying sound.

She bowed her head and waited for a long time, but did not wait for the pain of the fire that she had expected.

The strange screams in my ears even stopped.

The old woman used her last strength to lift her eyelids, and in her hazy vision, she saw a young man in black holding a sword, her whole body shrouded in pure white aura.

In front of him, a large number of charred corpses fell to the ground, and there was no movement.

The author has something to say: Xianzun: My water transfer technique is as outrageous as my divination.

Teacher Ye (believing): Really? Then I'll come!

Immortal Venerable: My inserting skills are as outrageous as my divination arithmetic.

Teacher Ye (turns his head): Really? I do not believe.

But this is really true【Stand Hand.jpg】

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