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

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"Ah, coming again?"

"No martial ethics, no martial ethics!"

"Master, save me again!"

Fu Meng called for help again.

"I want your life, I want your life!" The Black Mountain Old Demon slapped the throne and flew into the air. A bronze halberd appeared in his hand and chopped towards Fu Meng's dog head.

The figure flickered frequently, as if breaking through the void and leaving faint ripples.

"boom!"

Just as Fu Meng's dog head was about to be chopped off by the halberd, in a flash, a golden sword came out of nowhere and collided with the halberd.

"Master, save me!"

Yang Lingxiao, wearing golden armor, appeared out of thin air, and with a backhanded palm thunder he slapped towards the head of the Black Mountain Old Demon. The Black Mountain Old Demon was not afraid at all, and he attacked with great force, punching Yang Lingxiao's palm head-on.

"Good punch, come again!"

Yang Lingxiao dispersed the golden sword in his hand, urged the Danshan Fist to lift Yue Zhen down, and they fought with fists and feet. In just one encounter, the two fought for more than thirty rounds.

"who are you?"

The Black Mountain Old Demon dispersed the ghostly aura around him, revealing a rather handsome face.

"I am Yang Lingxiao, a poor Taoist from Maoshan!"

Maoshan?

He had heard of Kunlun Mountain, Black Mountain, White Mountain, Futu Mountain, and Brokeback Mountain.

But what kind of mountain is Maoshan?

"No matter where you come from, don't even think about surviving!"

The Black Mountain Old Demon didn't think much about it. He swung the cloak behind him and countless ghost claws like barbed hooks flew out from it. The ghost claws whistled and blasted Yang Lingxiao into a ball of fire.

"puppet?!"

"die!"

The Black Mountain Demon roared endlessly, dragged a hill in his hand and jumped out of the Black Mountain. Without saying anything, he threw it heavily at Fu Meng in the distance.

That dog is countless times worse than a dog.

"go with!"

Yang Lingxiao raised his hand and lightly tapped his brows, and divine light blasted out, shattering the mountain that fell from the sky in the void in the distance.

“Manifesting the Holy Lord…Manifesting the Holy Lord!”

"Why would the True Lord Xiansheng care about someone like me? You are a fake, you are absolutely a fake!" The Black Mountain Old Demon opened fire at full power, flicked his sleeves and summoned countless huge rocks to bombard Yang Lingxiao.

This wasn't out of anger, but out of fear.

A person’s name is like a tree’s shadow!

Say that!

You are a demon or monster. You eat souls as snacks when you have nothing to do. If you have a disagreement with someone, you devour all the evil people in a city to practice.

Don't get me wrong, it's not because he's kind-hearted, but because the more vicious the thing is, the more help it can give him.

Then one day, Erlang Shen Zhenjun suddenly appears in front of you, without saying a word, just staring at you quietly, and asks you if you are afraid?

“What is true and what is false?”

"Tai Chi Sword Seal!"

Yang Lingxiao raised his hand and summoned the Tai Chi sword seal and threw it into the air. The sword seal pressed down, pressing the huge rocks to the ground. The Seven Star Sword on the rocks flew and slashed at the top of the Black Mountain Old Demon's head as it fell, blowing the helmet off his head.

Another sword fell from the sky, and the Black Mountain Old Demon hurriedly met it.

He thrust his fist forward, trying to block the sword shadow falling from the sky.

Suddenly, Yang Lingxiao changed his offensive strategy abruptly. He immediately activated the first level of the Nine Revolutions Profound Art, which he had not yet fully cultivated. With his body full of mystery, he pressed down on the head of the Black Mountain Old Demon, pressing him from mid-air into the ground.

Reaching out, Yang Lingxiao held the Black Mountain Old Demon in his hand like a torn sack.

He grabbed the neck and rubbed the Black Mountain Demon madly.

After a while, the Black Mountain Old Demon was thrown into the air again by Yang Lingxiao.

"Thunder comes!"

Three thunder dragons of different colors roared continuously, their claws tore, and their scales slashed around the Black Mountain Demon like sharp knives.

For a moment, even though the old demon from the Black Mountain of the underworld could not help but let out a series of screams. The dragon scales slashed out, cutting a deep groove and crack in the armor on his body.

The Black Mountain Old Demon is not weak in strength, and in human form he is as powerful as a Half-Step Heavenly Master.

However, you have to have the corresponding strength and use it.

With the body of the God of War blessed by the Nine Revolutions Profound Art, no matter how strong he was, he could only watch himself being rubbed by Yang Lingxiao.

"Golden light!"

The thunder dragon dissipated, and Yang Lingxiao summoned five axe shadows condensed from golden light.

If you beat the snake, you will not die, but you will be harmed by it.

If you are merciful even when you are right, then when will you chop off the enemy's head?

"cut!"

"Do not……"

Five axe shadows fell, and the Black Mountain Old Demon let out another heart-wrenching scream. The five axes chopped down, just like the legendary five-horse dismemberment punishment.

With just one encounter, the terrifying being with ten thousand years of cultivation was chopped into five pieces by the golden axe. The remains of the corpse were burning with golden light, as if to set it on fire.

"Thunder Lord, help me!"

Looking at the still squirming Black Mountain Old Demon, Yang Lingxiao counterattacked with a Thunder God Help Me move.

joke!

My own master is a great and virtuous teacher. It’s not too much for him to use the thunder god’s trick to help me, right?

The void lightning condensed into a pillar of light in mid-air. The terrifying pressure it carried made countless Maoshan disciples who were trying to earn merit raise their heads. After feeling it for a while, they began to reason again.

Well, senior brother, what's wrong with using some unusual thunder techniques?

The beam of lightning became more and more condensed, and hit the Black Mountain Old Demon in front of his increasingly dilated pupils.

For a moment, the sky was filled with the cooked Black Mountain Old Demon.

"The master is mighty, the master is mighty!"

Fu Meng roared wildly and was about to do a handstand spiral to heaven on the spot.

Ten thousand years of cultivation?

Wasn't it because he was beaten by his own master, one on the left, one on the right, and another in the middle!

If you don’t agree, bite me!

"The True Lord is mighty!"

"Monster, look at this heavy magic of the Taoist master!"

"Ten Thousand Sword Jue!"

Yan Chixia also shouted loudly and made a sword gesture. The ordinary demon-slaying sword immediately produced countless dense sword shadows in the air.

The sword shadow flipped, like a steel sword dragon pouncing towards the Golden Sword King in the distance.

"No!"

King Jin Jianwu screamed miserably, but the sword shadow could only pierce his body and nail him to the stone wall in the distance. He was dying, and the two-meter-long giant sword was chopped into countless pieces.

"Damn it, godfather, help me!"

Shi Shaojian and Jiale also became furious, and they shook their godfather on the left and right.

Before he finished speaking, a ball of scarlet flame rose up behind the two of them. As the flames tore through the air, a roar like muffled thunder came from it.

A ray of divine thought from the Holy Lord who blesses and protects the house has arrived!

"Whoaaah!"

"Demons and monsters, kill them!"

The Demon-Subduing Sword, glowing with fire, flew out and cut the Golden Spear King into two pieces.

Two of the four Martial Kings were gone, and the remaining two Martial Kings desperately tried to dodge out of the battle circle, and were about to rush back to the Black Mountain in the distance.

"Go away!"

"Godfather, help me!"

He dodged to all directions and shook his godfather, the God of Death.

Who doesn’t have a godfather or foster father these days?

"Brother, how about we also ask for a godfather?" Yang Meng, who was covered in blood, turned around and looked at Yang Ba, who had a scar on his chest and asked.

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