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

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"Your voice is too loud. I'm easily frightened and my hands are shaking!"

After he finished speaking, Yang Lingxiao held two eight-sided peach wood hammers in his hands, and then brought them down heavily in the evil spirit's desperate and lifeless eyes.

For a moment, the evil spirit's eyes became purer and clearer.

Two hammers broke up the love in the martial arts world, I am an honest man.

"The ancestors have special methods for dealing with people like you!"

"Young people make mistakes all the time. Just be more careful in your next life."

"boom!"

Evil spirit: "..."

After another stick of incense, the evil spirit stood in the corner with a clear face. It was no longer rebellious, no longer shouting, and no longer drew its sword to attack at the slightest disagreement.

God has mercy on this beast, he is really cruel!

Not even letting myself go...

He even hit himself!

"Fuck you, I can't win the argument, I can't win the fight, I'm going to chop down the Nantianmen Street and walk on both sides of the Yellow River. How can I keep my dignity?"

The evil spirit was desperate.

This grandson is really good at fighting!

"Don't talk nonsense. This world must be taken down. If not for Maoshan, then for the mercy of the Heavenly Lord."

Yang Lingxiao suppressed the sneer on his face and spoke with a serious expression.

Maoshan precepts, the opposition between good and evil.

It would be fine if he couldn't come to this world, but he did.

To take this path of becoming a king of men is to become enemies with all demons and monsters in the world.

"You don't intend to let me suppress this world by myself, do you?" The evil spirit asked, regaining his middle school-like look.

Don't ask, the answer is that the person who was beaten just now was not him, but another person.

"The four Taoist soldiers of Maoshan, my three hundred Yin soldiers, white spears and black soldiers, plus the Yellow Turban strongmen, what else do you want?" Yang Lingxiao wanted to slap it out again. Is this thing really his own soul?

How come it looks exactly like a crow that's about to go out and chop someone down?

Don't tell me you don't plan to recruit some wild monsters for your own use.

[Yizi, your baby is here! ]

Following a series of rustling sounds, a gourd with a special halo descended from the void. Countless divine patterns were engraved on the gourd, and when it fell to the bottom, it condensed into a fiery red blood lotus.

The lotus flowers bloomed, and where the stamens should have been, there appeared ferocious beasts called Suan Ni, their bodies wrapped in thunder chains.

The Suanni are divided into two rows, one with five and the other with four.

The five heads are engraved with the patterns of the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth.

The other four are wind, thunder, yin and yang.

The nine Suanni roared towards the sky and together lifted the gourd that was glowing with scarlet light into the air.

[Godson, please call out and ask the baby to turn around!!!]

Please turn around, baby?

No, there's something wrong with you, Tongzi!

Yang Lingxiao's expression suddenly froze!

Please turn around, baby. The gourd will contain a flying knife and cut everything with it!

This is the fucking Flying Sword that can kill immortals!

If I remember correctly, the last person to worship the gourd in this way was Calabash Brothers, right?

Are you really serious, this gourd?

"Tongzi, is your gourd serious?"

[The gourd is a legitimate gourd, but I don’t know whether the person using it is legitimate or not! ]

Yang Lingxiao: “…”

"Please, baby, turn around!"

"Buzz!"

The blood gourd vibrated rapidly, and then a purple-gold flying knife with the same blood-red fluorescence flew out from it. The blade slashed out, and the murderous power contained in it made people shudder.

"brush!"

The flying knife kept spinning and slashed towards Yang Lingxiao's palm.

As the cold light descended, blood oozed from Yang Lingxiao's palm in the outside world.

[Adopted son, I will never return until this knife is stained with blood!]

[Like the Xuan-Yuan Sword, it can grow, but unlike the Xuan-Yuan Sword, the more lives it kills, the more powerful it becomes!]

The more you kill, the more powerful you will be?

Gou Tongzi, are you sure this is a serious thing?

"Brother, look at my sincere eyes!"

Suddenly, Yang Lingxiao felt his legs sink slightly. He looked down and saw the evil spirit staring at him with tearful eyes.

He kept making faces and crying.

"Except for the Xuanyuan Sword, you can borrow all the magic weapons on me, as long as you can activate them!"

After he finished speaking, Yang Lingxiao immersed himself in cultivation again. His profound skills flashed, and the spiritual energy in the sky continued to collapse, and was finally absorbed into his body.

If he did not enter this world, even if he obtained all the Nine Revolutions Profound Art, he would not be able to play any role.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth in this world is just barely enough!

At the same time, on an official road thousands of miles away.

Pudu Cihang sat upright in the carriage, closed his eyes lightly, and continued to refine the golden dragon of national destiny in his body.

If it weren't for the fact that the Golden Dragon of National Destiny was forcibly imprisoned by him, how could there be so many demons and monsters appearing in this country in troubled times.

However, the Golden Dragon of National Destiny is not so easy to refine.

Even with all his efforts, he was only able to refine 30%.

"stop!"

Suddenly, Pudu Cihang stretched out his hand.

"Stop!"

"Buddha!"

A maid exuding a demonic aura walked up to the carriage and whispered.

"Found it, speed up!"

Pudu Cihang suddenly stretched out his finger and pointed straight into the distance through the carriage.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the distance dissipated as if it were collapsing, which shocked him. Could it be that someone else had been sent down from the Buddha's land again?

Thinking of this, his vigilance reached its peak.

"Follow the law!"

"The Buddha has commanded, the chariot takes flight!"

"go!"

As the sound faded, the entire chariot consisting of 108 people immediately rose into the air, carrying away the golden light and disappearing without a trace. Only the stench of air remained in the air, which lingered for a long time.

A moment later, Zuo Qianhu, dressed in red and carrying a long sword, came riding on his horse. After sniffing some of the fishy stench in the void, he rode his horse again and chased in the distance.

From a distance, the blood and energy around him seemed to condense into a scarlet cloud, as dense as wolf smoke.

After a stick of incense, a third figure appeared at the same place, holding a Zen staff.

After looking at it for a while, he uttered a Buddhist name softly.

"Amitabha!"

"The world is in chaos, and demons are everywhere!"

"If I don't go to hell, who will?"

Noon the next day.

As the Black Mountain Demon Chen Santai was subdued by Yang Lingxiao, the black fog that spanned thousands of miles also dissipated, the clear air descended, and the usually extremely turbid sunlight became much clearer at this moment.

"Heishan, Fu Meng, a guest is coming!!"

Yang Lingxiao, who was still practicing, moved his ears slightly, and then uttered a word without opening his eyes.

"guest?"

"Black Mountain, something is spying on the master!"

Fu suddenly straightened up.

"How dare you, a mere ant, spy on my master's practice? Get out of here!"

Heishan swept his eyes around, then attacked fiercely. The demonic energy in the sky condensed into an extremely huge palm and grabbed towards the distance.

One strike caused the void to turbulent, with sand and rocks flying everywhere.

"Monster, another monster!"

"Die for this thousand households!"

Zuo Qianhu, dressed in a red robe, jumped out from the dust in the distance, holding a machete and slashing at the giant palm in the void.

The qi and blood are stimulated by it and burn continuously.

His movements were as fierce as lightning and extremely brave.

"Human spirit?"

Fu Meng leaned over.

"...When have you ever seen a human become a spirit?"

Shi Shaojian spoke in a deep voice, and appeared beside Fu Meng like a ghost, raising his hand to grab his throat.

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