The head of the First Heaven Sect, a real master in the world, is not necessarily much different from an immortal in the eyes of Xie Fatzi, and he can't help but be excited. However, as soon as he shouted twice, he knew that it was rude to call the name of the senior master like this, and he was too busy to keep his voice closed, and his face was embarrassed.

In the middle of the flight, Shen He turned his head and bowed to Fat Xie: "It's also hard work." ”

Xie Fatzi was busy returning the salute, but before he could put his hands together, Shen Zhenren had already flown over and came to the 'Pantian River': "Shen He made a mistake, please forgive the fairy for the rude place." ”

The heavenly river hangs in the air, turning sharply. Feng Wei didn't listen to the rules, and was led in a circle of circles to extend towards the sky, Shen Heyan stepped into the Tianhe, and then his body flashed and chased straight to Bu Ting's side. As soon as the two looked at each other, Shen He's eyes flashed: The little demon girl's method of supervising her eyes can be concealed from ordinary cultivators, how can she deceive the head of the mountain?

But Shen He just smiled, and his left hand stretched out and pressed it, 'holding' the beginning of the Tianhe River.

Don't listen to the lead, it is a real volley river, if spread on the ground, and don't say its length, only say its broad, mortals are afraid that they have to have enough eyesight to barely see the other side, the huge river, when Shen He reaches out to hold its tide, it is really as if he is pulling a piece of cloth, no matter how big the cloth is, it can also hold a corner of it.

Shen He only held the 'corner', and he didn't listen to it, but he felt that the terrible burden on his body was gone, and he knew in his heart that this Tianhe had been taken over by the head of the mountain.

Succeeded, retreated, nodded to Shen He without listening, and left Tianhe. Vertical to the ground next to the little golden toad.

The little golden toad transmitted the voice into the secret: "You run, I will block." As she spoke, she quietly reached into her pocket and held her money magic weapon, and the Moye Demon Maiden met a mountain master, and running was the smartest choice. But he shook his head shrewdly, and resumed the inexplicable topic before: "I shouldn't have to run, I haven't planted flowers yet." ”

The two women spoke, and Shen Hezhen, who was holding the corner of the long river, opened his mouth and sucked. Take a breath, even if you push harder, how much movement can you break through the thunder. Shen He inhaled. It was a sensation.

The wind and thunder caused by the inhalation did not fall, Shen He's left hand shook slightly, and the brilliant light flickered - the color of the water, reflecting the sky and shining on the world. The Pantian River that Xiao Buting led was straightened and tiled in the hands of the head of Shen He. It runs parallel to the ground. Spread out in the sky from south to north!

Whirling the flood like a long silk, Moyer didn't listen.

It's still this long silk. With the strength of one hand, it was spread in the air, away from the mountains and rivers.

This is the gap, this is the head of the first cultivation sect of the righteous path in the world, the real person who does not smile or speak, is respectful to his elders, is friendly to his peers, loves his juniors, and has no temper.

The Tianhe River is not a source of water, and there is also a large lake attached to it, which is 'dragged' up and extended at the end of the Tianhe, spreading and spreading! Like a mirror and silk.

The lake is steep in the sky, and it can be seen that the muddy water veins are seeping out rapidly. In addition, there are no fish at the bottom of the lake, and all the fish, shrimp and crabs are carried by the Shen River in the 'long silk'.

The length of the 'silk' is incalculable, 1,800 miles or 3,400 miles? God knows!

This is a miracle, don't listen to Mu Ran Qingyun standstill, Bai Yucheng burst into tears, Qingxiu lost his soul, Xie Fatzi fell into the clouds, and more than a thousand people screamed in horror.

Only three of them were still calm, and the three elders who came with the head of the sect followed.

Elder Fan twisted his hair and smiled, looking at the 'long silk' in the air: "I have forgotten the last time I saw Senior Brother go all out, it was worth it, it was worth it." ”

Elder Hong's eyes were bright, and he didn't look at Tianhe but only at Shen He: "Senior Brother, Senior Brother, Senior Brother!"

"Let's work!" Elder Gong, who has always been old-fashioned, continued to be old-fashioned, reminding the two fellow disciples, and then Elder Gong flew to the bottom of the lake, and the long sword made a pen to write and draw in the wet mud.

The other two elders also moved, and the finished words of the three of them each occupied a corner of the lake, and they also used their swords to promote the seal, but the color of the seal of the red elder was vermilion, and the quality was like agate, and the color of the seal of the elder Fan was white, like fat jade.

When the elders were busy, Shen He was also casting spells, spreading the 'long silk' with his left hand, pinching the sword trick with his right hand, his sword flew away, the same to the north, and slashed across the water to form a cloth along the direction of the long river, and he was really cut off by Shen He's sword.

Thirty zhang wide, the length of the unknown 'strip of cloth'.

The sword trick was withdrawn, and the right hand lightly and the middle finger of the thumb grasped the end of the 'cloth strip', first made a silent heart mantra, and then raised the edict: "Jinzhou drought, Ganlin Puhui, three thousand nine hundred miles northwest, go!"

Shen He's sword technique rose again, and he began to cut a second strip of cloth, and generally cast spells, but changed to another drought-stricken place. Then there was the third, fourth, and fifth Huanghuang long silk, which was cut down by Shen He one by one, turned into rain clouds and flew to the east where rain was needed, and only 300 zhang of 'width' long silk was left in the hands of Zuihou Shen He.

This year, the wind and rain in the east are smooth, there are not many places affected by drought, and they have all been given properly, Shen He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, after making sure that there was no omission, he smiled and did what he liked to do, his smile was naturally pleasant, Shen He stopped casting spells for the time being, and looked down at the big lake: "What's wrong?"

After a while, the water level of the great lake slowly rose, and the figures of the three elders were all submerged, and no one could be seen.

"Head Qiqi, I am waiting for Senior Brother Fan and Senior Sister Hong. Elder Gong's voice came first. Before his voice fell, Elder Fan's voice also sounded from under the water: "Master Qiqi, I'm also in order, I'll send my junior sister." ”

Elder Hong's voice followed: "Wait a minute!"

Back then, he was the worst elder in the mountain, and Elder Hong was not in vain, but after Ren took out the mountain and three new true disciples came up, Elder Hong gave up his name.

After waiting for the tea, Elder Hong's voice was happy: "It's done, hurry up!" The spell is not finished yet, there is still one step missing, she was the slowest before, and now she is the most urgent. At her urging, the three elders in the water at the bottom of the lake each showed a long order, and the spell in his mouth was not loud, but it still shook the shallow lake to tremble. Soon the spell was formed, and the three elders simultaneously plunged the arrow in their hands deep into the bottom of the lake.

The mud at the bottom of the lake is so soft that when the arrow is inserted, it is clearly the sound of sharp gold entering the stubborn stone!

The law seal condensation, the edict fell, and the formation cast by the three elders also took shape immediately, and the wind and thunder roared and the spirit yuan did not rise and fall, only the thick fog rose.

A great fog rose in the lake, but instead of spreading in all directions, the fog soared upwards towards the heavenly dome, and when it reached the sky above, the wind rolled and blew them away

The underground water veins are inexhaustible, and the great lake will never be peaceful, and it will always rise, and there is no way to block it, but it can only be drained to dredge, and there is no place for flood discharge around.

Difficult things to solve, but no matter how difficult it is to fall into the hands of the people who leave the mountain, it can still be dismantled: the magic circle turns, there is no blazing high temperature, but it can steam water into fog all the time, and the fog rises to the sky and is destroyed by the Gangfeng: the speed of the fog is equal to the amount of water injected into the leyline.

I don't dare to say that I can at least keep this side peaceful for thousands of years, but from today onwards, there will be one more errand to leave the mountain: every other Jiazi, I have to bring a spirit stone to add spirit yuan to the formation at the bottom of the lake.

The three elders broke through the water, and Shen He refilled the remaining 'long silk' in his hand into the lake. At this point, this disaster relief errand was really completed, but Shen He said loudly: "The three junior disciples help me cast spells and get through the Zuihou level on the battlefield!"

The three elders knew that something was wrong, and at the same time flew into the master's domain, and after entering, Elder Hong spoke the fastest: "What is the calculation of senior brother?"

From the outside, the cyan smoke was thick, but everything was normal inside, Shen He Zhenren stood in front of the three elders: "How can there be calculations, I have to rest!" As he spoke, he sat down directly on the cloud driver, panting and pulling the bellows, the head of the Heavenly Sect was extraordinary, how could he sweat and pant in front of the juniors and outsiders.

Spreading huge floods, dividing evil waters, and turning clouds and rain into thousands of miles to relieve droughts, Shen He has done a light job, but which one is not an immortal Buddha and a miracle! Manpower is exhausted, who said that the head of the mountain will not be tired.

Elder Hong laughed, and hurriedly took out the Qiong Chaolu that he had collected and brewed with his own hands, Shen Zhenren was not polite, drank most of the bottle in one go, put down the bottle and didn't get up, sat in place and gasped. When he was resting, Elder Gong asked, "That woman is from Moye, how to deal with this matter, I still have to ask the head to decide." ”

"Four ancestors. Shen He replied with two words.

The words are unknown, but everyone has been together for thousands of years, and the three elders can understand what he means: the fourth of the nine ancestors of Lishan, surnamed Huang Minglan, and Han surname, but he was actually born in Khitan and lived in the Han realm when he was a child. At that time, the Khitan was a strong clan outside the Saiwai, and the Han family had been fighting for many years, and the two clans did not share the enmity of the sky, and regarded each other as pigs and dogs, and in the eyes of the Han people, the Khitan should be killed.

Khitan Huanglan and Moye don't listen, is there a difference?

Moreover, the merit of the maiden today is immeasurable.

After another moment, he finally got out of breath, and Shen He continued: "But there is always something to do, and Senior Brother Fan has to work harder. ”

After speaking, Shen He stood up, did a superficial effort to hit a Xuanguang into the bottom of the lake, and then collected the green smoke and returned to everyone's sight, the face of the head of the mountain was calm and clear, Xie Fatzi in the distance, and Bai Yucheng in the near distance all sincerely admired: After the great god passed, his face still did not change, and he was really a master! (To be continued......)