Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

Hearing this, Li could no longer suppress her inner sadness and burst into tears.

"Mountain God, why am I so miserable? My husband is gone, and my daughter has suffered this misfortune. How am I going to live my life from now on?"

"Sister-in-law, don't be too sad!"

Chengfeng comforted her softly, "I came here to investigate this matter. Don't worry, I will find out the truth and give Xiaoyun and Xiaomei justice."

Li sobbed, "I wonder what clues the Mountain God needs? I will do my best to tell you what I know!"

Chengfeng nodded: "The key clue at the moment is the pearl. If we find it, we may be able to uncover the culprit behind this."

Li wiped her tears and said, "God of the Mountain, the grape tree is at the south corner of the yard. God of the Mountain, please follow me."

It was already dark when the three of them arrived at the yard. The grape vine was behind a pile of stones in the corner of the wall.

Li lit a candle, and Chengfeng stood under the grape trellis with a shovel in his hand.

Chengfeng dug a few times and sure enough, a small wooden box emerged from the soil.

When the wooden box was opened, the yard was instantly filled with light. A ray of light pierced the dark night sky and spread towards Cuiyue Lake.

Chengfeng looked at the bead. The bead was like an eye, and seemed to be looking at him.

The bead revealed an unspeakable evil, which made Chengfeng dizzy and dazzled. He could hardly stand and almost fell down.

Chengfeng quickly closed the box, rubbed his eyes, and was about to take it into the house to study it carefully.

A sudden gust of cold wind blew by, chilling to the bone, like a cry from the depths of the underworld.

Immediately afterwards, a strong and pungent fishy smell came rushing over, making people feel sick.

In this gloomy atmosphere, a loud shout suddenly came from above the room.

"Who are you? How dare you steal my treasure? Return it to me immediately!"

Looking up, I saw a black cloud like ink rolling and surging in the sky above my head.

Above the black clouds, there stood a tall and majestic figure.

He was wearing a light yellow golden armor, the light was faintly visible in the darkness.

He wore an exquisite and luxurious flying phoenix hat, the ornaments on the hat swayed in the wind. On his forehead was a pair of piercing eyes, his gaze as sharp as a knife.

It was none other than the renowned Erlang Zhenjun of Guanjiangkou.

Seeing that it was Erlang Shen, Chengfeng was surprised and hurriedly bowed.

"The God of Qingcheng Mountain, Chengfeng, greets Master Erlang!"

Li and Xiaomei, who were standing by, were already frightened to death by Erlang Shen's majestic figure.

Then he fell to his knees with a plop, his forehead pressed tightly against the ground, not daring to breathe.

Erlang Shen lowered his eyebrows slightly and glanced at Chengfeng with lightning-like eyes.

"Are you the God of Qingcheng Mountain?"

A trace of surprise flashed across Chengfeng's face, and he nodded.

"I came here to investigate the matter of Cuiyue Lake. I wanted to find out the truth before meeting the True Lord. I didn't expect to meet here. It's such a coincidence."

Erlang Shen snorted coldly, and his figure flashed, floating down from the black clouds like a ghost.

His steps were steady and powerful as he walked straight up to Chengfeng.

"Excellent! Excellent! The Mountain God is here too!"

Cheng Feng responded, "Since we last parted, I have not dared to rest. I have been looking for the whereabouts of the thief, and now I finally have some clues."

However, Erlang Shen seemed extremely impatient at this time, with a frown on his face and a gloomy expression as if water could drip out of it.

"Don't talk any more, just give me the beads."

Cheng Feng frowned slightly, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, "Master, do you recognize this bead?"

"Of course!"

Erlang Shen's answer was brief and powerful, his eyes fixed on the bead in Chengfeng's hand.

A hint of surprise flashed across Chengfeng's face: "That's great, it seems that the True Lord has found the person who pretended to be you."

As he said that, he handed over the wooden box in his hand.

Erlang Shen snorted coldly and reached out to take it.

Chengfeng's face suddenly darkened. He took back the wooden box abruptly and grabbed Erlang Shen's wrist with one hand as fast as lightning.

Erlang Shen was shocked and subconsciously tried to retract his hand, but found that his wrist was firmly grasped as if by an iron clamp.

In an instant, his expression turned extremely ugly, and he shouted angrily: "You bold mountain god, you dare to disrespect me, why don't you let go quickly!"

Cheng Feng laughed, his expression firm, "You bold monster, how dare you pretend to be a god and bring disaster to the world, why don't you show yourself quickly?"

Erlang Shen sneered: "Little mountain god, you don't know what's good for you. You dare to offend your superiors. You really don't know how to live or die!"

Cheng Feng did not back down: "How dare you, the monster, to be so stubborn? As soon as you came in, the wind was cold and the evil spirit was everywhere. I was suspicious."

"I just met the True Lord, and you didn't recognize me and you dared to pretend. How abominable."

As he said this, he quickly took out a piece of talisman paper from his arms and stuck it on Erlang Shen's arm.

Upon seeing this, Erlang Shen curled his lips into a disdainful sneer.

"Mount Qingcheng God, with your limited cultivation, you are really overestimating your own abilities if you want to take me down!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed his slender fingers at the talisman paper.

In an instant, a strange energy surged out from his fingertips, and the talisman paper turned to ashes.

Chengfeng was shocked. This monster was indeed extraordinary. The talisman paper he carved could not even suppress him.

When he was stunned, Erlang Shen suddenly opened his mouth and a thick black mist as thick as ink gushed out of his mouth, like a ferocious black dragon, rushing straight towards Chengfeng.

With Chengfeng's current level of cultivation, he was unable to dodge and was hit head-on by the black fog.

Chengfeng groaned, his body flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

The wooden box in his hand also flew out of his hand, rolled a few times in the air, and the beads rolled out of the box.

The yard was suddenly filled with eerie light, which jumped and flickered like ghosts, illuminating the entire yard with a bizarre look.

When Erlang Shen saw this, a hint of greed flashed in his eyes, and he bent down to take the pearl.

At this moment, Zheng Yong suddenly pounced on him like a madman.

Zheng Yong was dead, and it was Xiaomei who rushed over.

Erlang Shen was startled by this sudden change and quickly dodged to the side, his eyes full of astonishment.

He first looked at Chengfeng who was lying on the ground, and then looked at Zheng Yong who was rushing towards him.

"It's very interesting! They are actually two immortal twins. It's just right that I can send you two to reincarnate together."

After saying that, he opened his mouth and blew out another thick mist, which swept towards Xiaomei.

After the thick fog cleared, Xiaomei still stood firmly in the same place, without any intention of retreating.

"what"

Erlang Shen was slightly stunned, with surprise written all over his face.

"You old man are quite capable. You are not afraid of my divine mist."

Xiaomei's eyes were red, tears welled up in her eyes, and she said angrily: "It is you, evil man, who has ruined my life and destroyed my family. Give me back my Ah Huang and my innocence!"

After saying this, she rushed towards Erlang Shen regardless of everything, her eyes full of anger and hatred.

Erlang Shen dodged sideways and easily hid to the side.

He looked Xiaomei up and down, his eyes full of confusion.

"Who are you? Are you a man or a woman?"