Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

Xiaomei clenched her teeth and her voice trembled.

"Evil villain, have you forgotten the girl with a big yellow dog in the woods behind Dujia Village years ago?"

Her body seemed to be trembling with extreme anger and pain.

"You killed my Ah Huang, and raped me. You made me pregnant, and caused me to die unjustly in prison. I am here to take revenge on you."

Erlang Shen frowned and thought for a moment, then said disdainfully: "It's you! Although I killed your big dog, what does your death have to do with me?"

Xiaomei was so angry that she almost cried out, "If you hadn't violated me, I wouldn't have gotten pregnant, I wouldn't have married so hastily, I wouldn't have been wrongly accused, and I wouldn't have died in prison."

“Haha!” Erlang Shen sneered, “Very good, it turns out that he is a ghost who died unjustly and came back to life through a corpse. No wonder he can’t eat my magic mist.”

"You are a mountain god and a little devil. You want to capture me. It is simply wishful thinking. I wanted to take the beads and leave. I didn't want to hurt you."

"But you already know my background. Don't think of escaping today. Look at the power of my magic weapon."

As he spoke, he muttered something and pointed to the beads in the wooden box.

The beads suddenly flashed with dazzling light, like countless shining swords, piercing the darkness.

The bead instantly flew into the air, and the courtyard suddenly became as bright as day! The light shot towards everyone in the courtyard like lightning.

Li and Xiaomei only felt a flash of white light before their eyes, and it seemed as if countless bees were buzzing in their heads.

Suddenly, even Xiaomei felt dizzy. She lost her balance involuntarily and fell to the ground.

At the same time, a "plop" sound suddenly came from the originally quiet grape trellis.

Another person fell down from above.

The man who fell had an iron face, curly beard, a leopard head, round eyes, and a strange appearance.

Erlang Shen was startled by this sudden change, his face full of vigilance, "Who are you?"

However, after being irradiated by the magic bead, the man's body became as stiff as iron, his mouth slightly opened, but he could not utter a word.

This person is the ghost-catching master Zhong Kui. Not long after Xiaomei escapes, she is discovered by the underworld, so they send Master Zhong Kui to capture her.

It was also Zhong Kui's bad luck that he happened to encounter the fight between the fake Erlang Shen and the God of Qingcheng Mountain.

The two gods were fighting each other, and Zhong Kui had no idea what was going on.

He didn't dare to capture Xiaomei in front of the gods, so he had to hide on the grape trellis and watch what happened.

Unexpectedly, he was illuminated by the magic bead and fell to the ground.

Erlang Shen saw that Zhong Kui could no longer speak, and a smug look appeared on his face. He laughed arrogantly and said, "I don't care who you are. Anyone who knows my secret must die."

Having said that, he proudly put away the beads, turned around and was about to leave.

Suddenly, a loud shout came from the sky: "Monster! How dare you pretend to be your Grandfather Zhenjun? Don't leave, I will take you away!"

In the sky, a auspicious cloud as white as snow floated over.

Above the clouds, a figure slowly emerged.

This person was also wearing a light goose yellow dazzling golden armor, a flying phoenix hat, three eyes on his forehead, and holding a three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand.

It was none other than Erlang Zhenjun Yang Jian.

After seeing King Lanling off, Yang Jian rushed towards the Jinxia Cave in Yuquan Mountain.

On the way, he met the messenger boy serving under Jade Ding Zhenren.

The boy told him that the impersonator was the water viper spirit that had been practicing in Cuiyue Lake for thousands of years.

In order to quickly cultivate and become the ancient mythical beast Yinglong, the water viper spirit took a shortcut and wanted to absorb the pure yin bodies of five hundred virgins to achieve its evil purpose.

The boy also reminded Yang Jian that the "Soul-Losing Pearl" cultivated by the water snake was very powerful. It could capture people's minds and take away their souls, and it was very difficult to deal with.

In order to defeat it, one needs the precious Roselle Flower from Concubine Mi of Hebo Mansion.

When Yang Jian heard this, a look of joy appeared on his face. He set up a auspicious cloud and rushed towards Hebo's Mansion.

The winding Yellow River is surging, and the turbid waves are beating wildly against the river banks, making a deafening roar.

Auspicious clouds descended, and Yang Jian muttered something, cast a water-avoiding spell to part the river water, and dived to the bottom of the river.

Following his question, "Is Hebaek here?"

The goddess of Luo River, Mi Fei, appeared before him like a fairy.

Yang Jian was stunned. The goddess of Luo River in front of him was graceful and elegant, like a swan flying across the clear water. Her movements and stillness revealed her charm.

Seeing Yang Jian, Luo Shen was also slightly surprised.

Yang Jian is graceful and heroic, with an eye in his forehead that seems to be open and closed, and the light in his eye flickers, revealing a mysterious and majestic aura.

Although she didn't know Yang Jian, she had heard of his name for a long time.

Luoshen bowed slightly, and said softly, "I didn't know that you were coming. I'm sorry for not welcoming you. Please forgive me!"

As she spoke, she bowed to Yang Jian with a graceful and moving posture.

Only then did Yang Jian come back to his senses, collected his thoughts, and quickly reached out to support Luoshen.

"Are you He Bo's wife, Luoshen Mi Fei?"

Luoshen smiled and said, "It is me!"

Looking at Concubine Mi, Yang Jian's thoughts drifted away involuntarily, and he thought of the Guanghan Fairy Chang'e.

The woman in front of him actually looked somewhat similar to Chang'e, but she looked more vicissitudes of life than Chang'e, and less ethereal and graceful.

Yang Jian bowed and said, "I am sorry to bother you this time because I have a favor to ask of you. I beg the Goddess of Luo River to help me!"

Mi Fei smiled slightly, "Master! What are you talking about? Just tell me if you have anything to say. I will do my best to help you."

Yang Jian explained his purpose in detail.

After hearing this, Concubine Mi smiled and said, "This is a trivial matter. If you need it, I will go get it right away."

After saying that, she turned and went into the inner room, and soon took out the Roselle Flower and gave it to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian carefully put away the flowers and was about to leave.

Mi Fei's eyes flashed, and a hint of expectation appeared in her eyes.

"Go slowly, my lord. It's a rare trip for you. He Bo is not here, so I have prepared some wine. Please let me show my hospitality as a host."

As she spoke, she looked at Yang Jian with deep affection in her eyes.

Yang Jian seemed to feel the amorous look in her eyes, and his heart was moved. He hesitated for a moment, but finally found it hard to refuse.

The wine was rich and the atmosphere was charming, and Yang Jian was intoxicated by it unknowingly.

Mi Fei's enthusiasm made him unable to control himself.

After sobering up, Yang Jian found Mi Fei leaning gently on his shoulder.