By associating with Nezha, I became the darling of the Chinese gods.

Chapter 138 Look, the mighty rivers flow from the east!
However, this is just the beginning.

After the fire was extinguished, the Lushan Waterfall did not disappear like a roc, but continued to rush down!

The turbulent water flow is like a sharp sword, plunging straight from the sky into the earth, rapid and dense!
Wow!
As the waterfall cascaded down, it splashed up huge waves that engulfed the demigod-level evil creature whole.

The next moment, a huge wave crashed down!

“Ho ho ho—!”

The evil creatures let out painful howls, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of them were submerged by the giant wave.

In just three seconds, the entire evil race was thrown into turmoil!

The violent aesthetics of nature are vividly displayed at this moment.

Flying down three thousand feet!
It looks like the Milky Way has fallen from the ninth heaven!
God knows, no single sentence could better describe the breathtaking scene before us than these fourteen simple characters!

“…So beautiful!” Su Nan was stunned, her voice trembling slightly with astonishment.

He couldn't help but hold his breath, staring intently at the scene before him, wishing he could remember it for a lifetime.

Fan Ling raised her hand blankly and touched her left chest.

thump!
thump!
They jump so fast.

At that moment, Fan Ling felt her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.

what the hell!

It's only been a few days, and Wen Miao has already become stronger again!
Seeing the countless deaths and injuries of the evil race in an instant, Shang Tianqi's eyes widened in shock, and in a fit of rage, he blurted out:

"Holy crap, how is this possible?!"

Instant kill…

It sold out in seconds again!

Forget about the A-level evil seeds, you should know that the weakest of these evil seeds is at least SSS level, and there are even a bunch of demigod-level evil seeds mixed in!
How did Wen Miao manage to do that?!

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Shang Tianqi felt he would never have believed it, even on his deathbed, that those SSS-level evil creatures could have died so absurdly!

Unbelievable!

Jiang Yu stared blankly at Wen Miao's figure, the words Wen Miao had just softly recited echoing in her mind again, and she couldn't help but read them aloud—

"A waterfall plunges three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way were falling from the ninth heaven..."

The more I taste it, the more alarmed I become.

Jiang Yu's expression turned serious. He asked himself, "What kind of heroic spirit and ambition must a person possess to think of such a thing?"
Such a state of mind is truly admirable!

Gradually, the mirage of the waterfall disappeared.

Wenmiao stood in the brightest spot, as if a spotlight was shining on her head.

Ignoring the stares and scrutiny of those around her, and completely disregarding their thoughts, she cracked her knuckles and laughed loudly:
"Commander, I request to leave the team to slay the evil seed!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Lin's chest heaved into a deep, resonant laugh:
"Approved!"

The middle-aged man's long-dormant fighting spirit was completely ignited at this moment!

Jiang Lin forcefully rolled up his sleeves, skillfully conjuring an external avatar. His eyes were bloodshot as he roared into the wind:

"The rest of the chosen ones, obey my commands!"

"Next, everyone, please use all your strength to annihilate the evil seed! We must avenge our fallen comrades!"

The chosen ones glared fiercely at the evil creature beneath their feet, raised their arms, and echoed in unison:
"The commander is right!"

"Brothers, grab your weapons! Avenge our fallen comrades!"

"Anyone who dares to back down is a coward!"

"kill!"

The final cry of "Kill!" was heart-wrenching.

As soon as the words were spoken, this group of divinely favored individuals, brimming with divine power, grabbed their respective divine artifacts and magical treasures and charged into the battlefield like madmen!

Thunderous roars, freezing ice, corrosive venom...

Boom boom boom!

In an instant, divine attacks filled the sky!
Just as they said!
Not a single person withdrew!

They practiced relentlessly in mock exams, all for the sake of today's real test.
Even if I die, I will never forgive those wicked and murderous people!
Since one person cannot defeat an SSS-level evil species alone, they will send out a hundred people, or a thousand people!
As long as their passion remains, the evil race will eventually be wiped out!
Just as Jiang Lin led his men to besiege and kill the SSS-level evil species, all the healing-type God-chosen ones also unleashed their power.

The survivors, including Jiang Yu, seized the time, sat in the center of the magic circle, and quickly recovered their divine power, striving to join the reinforcements in killing the enemy as soon as possible!
Every one of the divinely favored who had recovered threw themselves into the battlefield without hesitation.

"Leave the demigod-level evil seed to me!"

Wen Miao lowered her eyes, her gaze fixed intently on the endless stream of evil seeds beneath her feet.

In that instant, countless poems and verses surged and flowed through Wen Miao's mind, eager to be recited from her lips.

But there are too many.

There are so many treasures passed down from China!

The Tang and Song poems that Wen Miao learned in junior high school alone are enough to make him invincible on the battlefield!
However, since this is the Tang Dynasty, let's use a line from the poem by the poet Li Bai!
His romanticism and unrestrained spirit are the most dazzling light of the Tang Dynasty, illuminating the world! Whew, whew, whew!
Wen Miao gasped for breath, desperately trying to control her wildly beating heart.

Then, under the puzzled gazes of the crowd, Wen Miao stepped forward, slowly raised her right hand, and gestured for them to enter.

"Have you not seen the Yellow River's waters come from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return!"

Every word, every phrase, was spoken with intonation and rhythm!

In a daze, Wenmiao seemed to see a person holding a golden goblet, drunkenly shouting to the moon, "Heaven has endowed me with talents, which will surely be put to use; though a thousand pieces of gold are spent, they will return again!"

That is…!
Wen Miao's breath hitched, and the Chinese etiquette ingrained in her bones suddenly awakened, prompting her to bow respectfully across a thousand years.

The ceremony is over.

Wow!
In an instant, a great river roared and surged in from the east!

Its turbidity is like the blood of the Chinese land, and every wave carries a profound and weighty power!
It carries a motherly warmth, like a golden dragon, its tail swishing up waters several feet high, rushing past like a loyal guardian, flowing quietly beside Wenmiao.

That is the mother river of China—

Yellow River!

Since the Yellow River has already come.

So, what comes next is naturally...

Wen Miao's lips curled into a smile, she extended her left hand, raised her head and puffed out her chest, her voice shaking the heavens:

"A lone sail disappears into the vast blue sky, only the Yangtze River flows to the horizon!"

Then, let's invite the Yangtze River as well!
Immediately afterwards, the turbid waves receded, and a clear stream gushed forth!
A vast yet vibrant river surges forth, flowing silently to the left of Wenmiao.

Done!

The Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, one on the left and one on the right, crossed the north-south boundary at this moment, their waters colliding and merging!
The roar of the Yellow River and the murmur of the Yangtze River are like a dialogue across time and space, unique throughout history!
They are two mothers!
In their own ways, they jointly protected the Tang Dynasty!

"The waves rise!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Wen Miao raised her arms and forcefully pushed the momentum of the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers toward the evil seed beneath her feet!
The endless streams of clear and turbid waters surged with overwhelming force, engulfing and carrying away the evil seed.

Under the double pounding of the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, the evil creatures roared unwillingly, and in just one breath, most of them disappeared!

They were completely powerless to fight back!

How can this be? !
Seeing this, Jiang Yu unconsciously clenched her fists, her dark eyes gleaming with amazement.

But at that moment, thick wisps of evil energy emanated from the body of the evil seed.

Knowing they were no match for Wenmiao, these evil beings used a suicidal method, sacrificing themselves to reunite from the ashes!

not good!

If these demigod-level evil beings were to merge into one, their strength would definitely rival that of a true god!

"Wen Miao!" Jiang Yu's pupils dilated in shock, and without thinking, she shouted at the top of her lungs:

"Watch out! This group of demigod-level evil beings is about to launch their final assault!"

Wen Miao seemed not to hear, and against the wind, snapped her fingers to herself. Suddenly, she remembered a line of poetry she had once glimpsed, and her lips moved as she thought of it—

"If no one appreciates it, I'll clap my own hands and sing my song that echoes through the mountains!"

The voice just fell.

Boom boom boom!

The earth began to tremble violently, emitting a deafening roar.

Outside the capital city.

The malevolent aura, so dense it was almost tangible, retreated rapidly as if encountering its nemesis, trembling and dissipating...

The flying sand and stones fell heavily, and five majestic mountain shadows appeared faintly in this world!

what is that? !

Mountain!
It's a mountain!

Jiang Yu and the others rubbed their eyes hard and saw incredulously that five magnificent mountains were slowly rising from the ground behind Wen Miao!

"Boom--!"

Wen Miao turned her head and gasped in shock.

I go!

The Thousand Mountains didn't come, but the Five Sacred Mountains did!
Behind Wenmiao stood the majestic Huashan Mountain in the west, Hengshan Mountain in the south, Hengshan Mountain in the north, Songshan Mountain in the center, and Taishan Mountain in the east, which had always been the site of imperial sacrifices.

A strong wind blows!
That is…

The Five Sacred Mountains of China!

　"No one appreciates it, but I clap my hands and sing it that echoes through a thousand mountains" is a line from "To the Tune of Dian Jiang Chun: On the Lake" by the Qing Dynasty poet-monk Shi Zhengyan. The other two are by Li Bai, which everyone should know.

　　(End of this chapter)