After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

This journey home is destined to be turbulent.

"It's not just the Jade Phoenix God, you two are also the reason."

"I won't be able to openly help you then. I can only guarantee that there won't be any fourth-grade demon king-level disaster beasts that come looking for you."

Shang Qinqing had a smile on her face, but her words were quite domineering.

"Thank you, Chief Shang."

Li Mo heard the hidden meaning in her words.

Does that mean there is a possibility of encountering a big monster?

The demon race respects the first rank, while human warriors respect the ninth realm. The two are opposite.

A great demon is equivalent to the inner scene of the human race, and a sixth-grade disaster beast is usually stronger than the inner scene.

But they have already helped, so we can't ask for too much.

Moreover.

How can a warrior not experience wind and rain?

After a thank you, there was no response for a long time.

When Li Mo looked up again, he found that not only Shang Qinqing was missing, but also the marriage tree, Buddhist temples, and ancient pagodas not far away had all disappeared.

Only bare mountains remain, as if it were all a dream.

He quickly glanced to the side, and his mind suddenly calmed down.

"Bingtuozi, let's go home."

Li Mo moved his fingers and wanted to reach out, but then he remembered the embarrassment just now.

"Ah."

A cold and soft little hand suddenly appeared in his palm, and he subconsciously clenched it.

He looked at the wonders of mountains and rivers in southern Xinjiang, and all his worries and other distracting thoughts disappeared, leaving only the vastness and loftiness of the world.

The journey home is long.

Fortunately, you don’t have to go alone.

Ying Bing stared at the boy's profile, as if...

Do you think so too?

......

PS: Please recharge the battery (weak)

The winter rain is drizzling.

On the barren mountain, the sound of wind blowing through the trees and leaves was endless, and the cold seemed to penetrate deep into the bone marrow with the air.

In the cold and quiet temple, a group of traveling merchants rushed in, complaining while shaking off the rain and checking their goods.

"We might be stuck in the mountains tonight. This path is short, but who knew we'd be in such awful weather."

"Hey, who knows why this mountain road is so difficult to walk on."

"We won't encounter any monsters if we spend the night in the mountains, right?"

The merchants trembled and complained.

"Don't worry, this is a mountain temple. Priests from the surrounding towns often offer sacrifices, and it's very effective."

"With the tiger's blessing, I will occasionally spend the night here, it's okay."

The middle-aged guide who was leading the way said confidently.

Seeing how confident he was, the merchants relaxed and started to cook.

Not long after.

There was another noise at the door. Everyone was startled and looked up, only to see two people walking in.

"Excuse me."

The young man clasped his fists towards everyone.

"When we're out and about, it's inevitable that we should be helpful to each other."

The guide was all smiles.

The young man looked at him thoughtfully, then sat down next to the woman in the veil.

The merchants were a little curious about the two men at first, but soon they stopped paying attention and started chatting with each other while eating flatbreads and drinking wine.

"Have you heard? The witch spirits enshrined in many places have all been killed."

"The witch spirits of Jiuling Village and Humao Town are all gone now."

"Who is so rebellious?"

"They are not human. One of them is an evil dragon and the other is an animal demon. They are somehow together."

"what?"

The boy was a little stunned.

He is called the peerless heavenly dragon by the demon clan.

He slew demons and monsters along the way, but his reputation seemed a little different from what he had imagined.

The traveling merchants looked at him in the direction of the sound. The fire was burning brighter at this time, and they could clearly see the handsome face of the young man with gentle brows. His smile was probably quite sunny and bright. He might be what people outside the southern border call a modest gentleman.

The woman next to him was wearing a dark gauze hat, so her face couldn't be seen clearly, but she gave people a feeling of being kept at a distance.

"What bad things have they done?"

The evil dragon Xiao Li asked.

"They killed the witch spirits, but they don't accept people's worship. Who will people believe in in the future?" A traveling merchant said as a matter of course.

Li Mo: “…”

He couldn't help but think of it.

Together, he and Ying Bing killed a fathead fish disaster beast. The fathead fish deliberately stirred up waves in the river and overturned the boats.

Only after accepting the worship will the situation calm down a little.

It just did less evil and was able to enjoy incense and offerings in the temple with impunity.

There is a small sacrifice every month and a big sacrifice every year.

Small ones include cattle and sheep, and large ones include boys and girls.