Chapter 89 The Dead River GodAfter Zhang Qian waited for several more hours, the tens of thousands of acres of spiritual fields in front of him were all opened up. He informed Li Qingque, and the demon refining formation that covered the entire Demon Refining Island finally dissipated. "Your storage bags are here, go and get them. From now on, if I find you going to the Demon Refining Island without permission again, your punishment will not be this short." The three island disciples took back their storage bags with different expressions. Looking at their empty storage bags, they all showed painful expressions. Zhang Qian didn't care about them. He just waved his hand and asked Silver Face and Red Face to take the Ninja Turtles to drive these disciples out of the Demon Refining Island. "Why? Your Highnesses, are there anything else?" Seeing Jiang Muxian and Jiang Muyao still staying where they were, Zhang Qian smiled slightly. "Bah! Zhang Qian, I'll remember you. Just wait for me!" Jiang Muyao glanced at him, then turned and left. Jiang Muxian looked at Zhang Qian with a complicated expression, and said inexplicably: "Island Master Zhang is really good at this. Goodbye!" "Go slowly and don't send me away!" Zhang Qian waved his hand and didn't care. After the two princesses left the Demon Refining Island, Zhang Qian turned around and saw Yu Xuanji leading the mermaid clan to plant Demon Refining Divine Lotus roots everywhere. There were also many mermaids walking on the waves and sowing all kinds of spiritual medicine seeds in the newly opened spiritual fields.
Zhang Qian did not step forward to get involved. He was about to return to his residence to try to break through his cultivation level when the token in his storage bag suddenly vibrated slightly. "Hey, that's not right!" With a thought, Zhang Qian took out the token that controlled the three hundred river gods. He scanned it with his mind and his expression changed slightly. The spiritual lights representing the river gods in the token suddenly disappeared one after another. In just a few moments, more than a dozen spiritual lights disappeared. "What's going on? Are all these river gods dead?" After winning the token in a bet with Xiao Daoyi, Zhang Qian has never found the time to check the rivers where the three hundred river gods are located. Unexpectedly, these river gods died one after another today. Zhang Qian hurriedly flew to Li Qingque and showed the token to him. Li Qingque said coldly, "Those river gods are dead. This token holds a trace of the souls of the three hundred river gods. Whenever a river god dies, this token will let you know." Zhang Qian's face was serious: "Could it be Xiao Daoyi's hand?" Li Qingque shook his head slightly: "It shouldn't be him. He has now entered the Sword Gourd Cave to practice in seclusion. But it could also be his subordinates who did it. You have nothing to do now, why not go and check it out." Zhang Qian nodded and was about to turn around and leave when Li Qingque suddenly said, "Wait, last time you went to Shenlongze you encountered the danger of Noda. This time the enemy is unknown. This talisman contains a large and small Ruyi magical power. I copied it from my own magical power. You only need to use your true energy to activate it. However, this talisman can only be used three times. After three times, the talisman will self-destruct. Remember!" Zhang Qian's eyes lit up, and he took the talisman with great joy. He took it in his hand and took a look at it. He found that the talisman was the size of a palm, and was made of neither gold nor jade. He didn't know what material it was made of. There was a hazy talisman on it. The talisman made people dizzy at first glance and was extremely complicated. Seeing Zhang Qian's interest, Li Qingque shook his head and explained, "This magical power of size change allows you to change your body shape at will. A large one can stand tall and straight, or a small one can be as small as Mount Sumeru or a mustard seed." Zhang Qian put away the talisman with a smile, and asked with some dissatisfaction: "Senior sister, do you have any other treasures? Just one talisman is too stingy, please give me ten or eight." "Get lost, what do you think this is? There are eight or ten of them." Zhang Qian smiled awkwardly and had to say goodbye. When he got off the fairy mountain, the token in his hand shook again, and several spiritual lights dimmed. In just a short while, several river gods died. "Who is it?" Zhang Qian's heart sank. He did not dare to delay, fearing that if he waited any longer, all three hundred river gods would be killed. Boom! With the strong wind sweeping across the sky, Zhang Qian flew up and hurriedly left the Demon Refining Island and flew westward. The three hundred rivers governed by the token are all to the west of the Jianhu Palace. Each river is much larger than the Lishui River that Zhang Qian had seen before. Moreover, the places where these three hundred rivers flow through are all densely populated areas. There are mostly secular cities on both sides of the river banks. As the number of secular people increases, the three hundred rivers can collect extremely abundant incense and divine power. Just as Zhang Qian flew out of the Demon Refining Island, Jiang Muxian's figure appeared from the void not far from the Demon Refining Island.
"Uncle Heng, you take my sister back first, I'll go with him to take a look." Jiang Heng's eyes flashed with worry: "Your Highness, Zhang Qian is extremely cunning and has an extremely strong mind. If he finds you..." "Heng Bo is worrying too much. With the innate magical powers of my Jiang family, it is useless even if he is strong-minded. I suffered a great loss at his hands this time. I will definitely teach this scoundrel a lesson!" "elder sister……" Jiang Muyao was about to say something when Jiang Muxian interrupted her and said, "Just go back with Hengbo honestly. I want to see what he wants to do in such a hurry." Jiang Heng's eyes flashed. He had followed the two princesses for a long time and knew their personalities very well. Although the eldest princess Jiang Muxian was usually gentle and peaceful, she was very decisive and no one could object to her decisions. Jiang Muyao was weak and timid, and her temperament was not as strong as Jiang Muxian's. Knowing that it was useless to persuade her any further, Jiang Heng could only advise: "Then Princess, be careful." Jiang Muxian nodded, his figure flashed, and he disappeared into the void by some unknown means, and chased after Zhang Qian at an incredibly fast speed. Zhang Qian had no idea that he was being followed. After flying straight for several hours, a winding river appeared in front of him. Zhang Qian glanced downward and anger appeared in his eyes. It turned out that the River God's water palace in the river was already in ruins. The River God and his subordinates in the water palace were all dead, leaving no trace. "What a ruthless method, kill them all!" Zhang Qian flashed and fell into the river, carefully examining the scattered water palace in front of him. This water palace is much larger than the Lishui River Water Palace where Zhang Qian once lived. It covers an area of dozens of acres. Unfortunately, it has now become a ruin. There were still a lot of black and red bloodstains left in the ruins. What surprised Zhang Qian was that, judging from the remaining ruins, this river god was killed without any ability to fight back, and there was no trace of a fight at all. "Hey, what is this?" At this moment, Zhang Qian caught a glimpse of red light in the ruins. With a flash of his figure, he arrived in front of the red light. Zhang Qian stretched out his finger and lightly touched it. The red light, as thin as a silk thread, twisted like a living thing. What was even more strange was that after sensing Zhang Qian's breath, the red light suddenly vibrated and burst out with terrifying murderous aura, stabbing fiercely towards Zhang Qian's face! (End of this chapter)