Uncle Jiu: I punish the criminals according to the will of Heaven, and you say I’m arrogant?

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At the same time, in another magnificent palace.

The sound of Buddhist scriptures is heard and the sandalwood is fragrant.

A faint sense of Zen arises, making people involuntarily fall into the Western Paradise.

But if you listen carefully, you can detect the evil and obscenity in the Sanskrit sound.

Buddha is not Buddha, devil is not devil!

"Respected Buddha, this is the message sent back by our subordinates. The prince who escaped has been killed by us."

"This world should be ruled by the Buddha!"

In the palace, a woman dressed extremely seductively was reporting in a low voice to a Buddhist tent made of golden gauze in the distance.

There was a blue tint in his eyes, and he kept spitting out a poisonous snake tongue that kept swinging.

"it is good!"

"Let's go to the northeast. I sense something extraordinary there. If I can devour it, I will soar into the sky and transform into a dragon."

"go!"

As the sound in the tent resounded, the entire palace was immediately replaced by the sound of beating drums and bronze bells.

Then, a sedan chair carried by 108 people slowly walked out of the palace, with densely packed dragon and centipede bells hanging on it.

The sedan chair was several feet high, and was covered with golden dragon patterns and blooming golden lotuses, as if the real Buddha had arrived.

"Amitabha, Guanyin!"

"Go!"

Then a loud shout was rang out, and the huge sedan chair was immediately wrapped in golden light and soared into the sky, disappearing into the clouds.

Just as the sedan chair was leaving, several figures in red official uniforms and holding long swords suddenly jumped out from the corner of the palace.

"Qian Hu, that monster Pudu Cihang is out!"

"It's a good opportunity to destroy his lair and avenge the Crown Prince and His Majesty."

"revenge?!"

"Those who trespass into the Imperial Master's palace shall be punished with death!"

At this moment, a group of figures in monk robes appeared out of thin air, waving long swords and rushing forward.

Just as the swords were about to clash, the monks suddenly opened their mouths and spat out scarlet blood arrows. The blood arrows flew out and strangled 90% of the figures in red official uniforms.

"Qian Hu, they know witchcraft!"

"Demons and ghosts, you are causing chaos and harm to the country, you must die!"

"brush!"

As a terrifying gust of wind passed by, a machete with a cold glow immediately rushed out through the void. With just one encounter, all the monks were beheaded.

"Those who bring disaster to the country shall die!"

The figure called Qianhu killed more and more fiercely, and did not notice the two golden centipedes that jumped out of the air. The centipedes were flying and were about to land on his neck.

"Chenhu, be careful!!"

In a flash, the remaining two subordinates immediately flew forward, but were bitten on the neck by the two centipedes, turning into a pool of corpse water.

"Left and right, bowstring... Pudu Cihang, I, Zuo Qianhu, will kill you!"

"I will kill you!"

Seeing the death of the last two subordinates, Zuo Qianhu exuded a terrifying aura, which cracked the ground and blew the surrounding gauze curtains wildly.

The qi and blood condensed into wolf smoke, which was extremely terrifying!

……

"Do you realize your mistake?"

In a valley filled with dry bones, miasma was everywhere and ghost fires were running. Even in the daytime, the layers of corpse qi in the void could not be dispersed.

And in this sea of ​​corpses and blood, there was an old monk with a white beard, wearing a white monk's robe and holding a Zen staff. He was standing there, staring deeply at the two wolf monsters in the distance.

"Wrong, what is wrong? People can peel our skin, pull out our tendons, rip out our bones and eat our flesh, so why can't we treat them the same way?"

"Admit it, old monk!"

"The Buddha you're talking about is only the Buddha of humans, not the Buddha of us demons!"

"Your Buddha can't save us!"

After the two wolf demons finished speaking, they exploded into two balls of blood mist, and then transformed into two jet-black auras that wrapped around the old monk's ears, and sinister and strange laughter frequently came out from them.

"Buddha can't save us!"

"This is your calamity. We are your calamity!"

"We will keep pestering you, and will keep pestering you. As long as you can't figure out why Buddha doesn't save the demons, we will not leave."

"Recite the magic sutra during the day and the demon sutra during the dark night!"

"Until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble!"

The voices of the two wolf demons rang out again in the black fog, vicious and cruel, as ferocious as ghosts.

"Amitabha!"

"All beings are equal. Buddha can save humans, so why can't he save demons?"

"Okay, I'm not a Buddha!"

"The Vajra's eyes are angry, killing and protecting life!"

The old monk gently closed his eyes, and when he opened them, endless Buddha's light immediately crushed the two wolf demons into pieces.

After doing all this, the old monk slowly turned around and looked at the black mountain in the distance which was covered with black clouds.

at dusk.

As the deafening dragon roars rang out, Yang Lingxiao, riding on a three-headed dragon, arrived in front of the Black Mountain. Looking around, he could see nothing but the black fog that covered the sky.

This place seems like a hell that was pulled out alive.

"True Lord!"

Yan Chixia held the sword in his hand and used the sword-controlling technique to bring ten people including Fu Meng over.

Looking at the figure standing in the air, his feet on the dragon's spine, his battle robe on his back, Yan Chixia suddenly felt an overwhelming divine power spreading.

He is now becoming more and more curious about Maoshan.

What kind of sect can cultivate a genius like Yang Lingxiao!

Shi Shaojian and his ten men standing aside are also not weak!

With the well-organized thunder technique, as long as you don't encounter a terrifying monster like the Black Mountain Old Demon, you can just walk sideways.

Refa!

His boxing and kicking skills are outstanding!

Maoshan, truly produces geniuses!

"Fellow Daoist Yan's sword-controlling skills are truly incomparable!"

Yang Lingxiao transformed into a ray of lightning and appeared in front of Yan Chixia. He raised his hand and took the three-pointed knife formed by the three heads and held it in the center of his palm again.

Sword-wielding technique, this thing doesn’t exist in Maoshan!

"It's just a trifle, no match for the True Lord!"

"If you are interested, I can tell you everything."

Yan Chixia said nonchalantly.

Compared to the skills Yang Lingxiao gave him, a sword-controlling technique was nothing.

The Grass-Headed God is also a god!

"Thank you, senior!"

Shi Shaojian is also a shameless guy.

If you dare to say it, we dare to take it.

"True Lord, the Black Mountain Old Demon is no match for that tree demon. Legend has it that he was transformed from the Three Lives Stone of the underworld. He commands a vast army of demons, has cultivated for tens of thousands of years, and has a close relationship with the ten great kings of the underworld.

It's not easy to kill it!"

Since he had chosen to follow Yang Lingxiao, Yan Chixia told him everything he had learned.

It’s not like he hasn’t had a head-on confrontation with the Black Mountain Demon before.

In the end, despite trying his best, he was only able to barely injure one of his Dharma bodies.

As for Yang Lingxiao, he was planning to completely root out the Black Mountain Old Demon.

"Tens of thousands of years of cultivation?"

A sneer flashed across Yang Lingxiao's handsome face.

"After practicing for tens of thousands of years, you're still a demon. What else can you be but a waste?"

"Fellow!"

"I will destroy him as punishment by Heaven!"

"If he resists, he will be bearing the might of Heaven!"

"The Eye of the Mountains and Rivers, the Dharmakaya of the World!"

"clumsy!"

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