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

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As night fell, several of the Dragon Slayer's disciples hurriedly pushed open the door of a courtyard and rushed in.

"Master, Master has news. That guy named Yang Lingxiao just left town!"

"brush!"

Upon hearing the voices of his two disciples, Tulong suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and threw away his clothes. The clothes on his body immediately turned into a scarlet one, which was covered with strange runes, making people feel dizzy at a glance.

"Pack your things and go!"

Tulong shouted in a deep voice and stomped his foot heavily on the ground.

The ground collapsed, revealing what was contained inside: two red iron coffins covered in rust and wrapped with thick chains.

The iron coffin was covered with knife marks and bloodstains. Before it was opened, a disgusting and extremely foul smell of corpse and blood poured out. As it spread out, it seemed to condense into wisps of blood mist.

"Two elders, you should have had enough sleep, right?"

The dragon slayer asked grimly.

What are contained in these two coffins are not zombies, nor demons or monsters, but the elders of the corpse refining sect that was once famous in the world.

"Buzz!"

The iron coffin made a slight sound, and the sickening smell became stronger and stronger.

"Two elders, don't you want to seek revenge on the people of Maoshan?"

"Now, there is a good opportunity!"

"The eldest brother of Maoshan's younger generation has come down the mountain and is just outside Jiuquan Town. That brat is the next generation successor to Maoshan's headmaster. You..."

There was a chill in Tulong's eyes, and his tone was filled with an inexplicable incitement.

Hey, you know what, he did learn something when he joined the Maoshan branch.

There is a saying that goes, "I would rather die than have my friend die."

My two fellow Taoists, just go with peace of mind.

He had no intention of killing Yang Lingxiao. Did he really think that the senior brother from Maoshan had no trump card to protect himself?

But it doesn’t matter!

As long as we can hold him back, we can wait for the eldest brother to come.

"Where are the people? Where are the people?!"

The two blood coffins shook continuously, and the iron chains that sealed them exploded into pieces with a crackling sound.

The sound was sharp and piercing, like the evil spirits in the eighteen levels of hell.

On the other side, there is a mountain top not far from Jiuquan Town.

Yang Lingxiao sat cross-legged on a piece of blue stone, with strands of black divine thunder surrounding his divine book. His divine power was restrained and his aura was natural.

But only Zhang Xuanyu, who specialized in thunder magic, could detect it.

Yang Lingxiao now is like the legendary murderous intent pouring down from the sky. It seems silent, but once it appears, its ferocity is enough to move the stars and shake the universe.

Not big brother, there is no one like you!

You can just have an epiphany and then you can have an epiphany. Do you want to let people live?

For a moment, Zhang Xuanyu's face wrinkled into a ball.

Fu Meng on one side was not much better. His dog eyes were becoming more and more intelligent, and he was almost reverting to his original form and turning into a Siberian wolf.

No, no!

The master's condition is very wrong!

This doesn't feel like a state of enlightenment, but more like being pinned to the ground and cut.

That’s right, Fu Meng’s perception was not wrong, he was indeed taken care of by someone.

In the inheritance space, the two generals, the turtle and the snake, were standing in the air, and below them was Yang Lingxiao who was being frequently pressed to the ground.

"Yang Lingxiao, the Emperor has specially sent us here to test your recent practice!"

"It seems that not only have you not been practicing diligently recently, you've also been quite lazy."

The two of them did not make any other moves, but just rubbed against Yang Lingxiao unreasonably. Thunder magic came in waves, golden clouds appeared in inches, thunderbolts continued, and silver clouds immediately occupied the entire inheritance space.

After a dozen breaths, Yang Lingxiao was like a potato dug out of a fire pit, his whole body was charred and there was no trace of his handsome appearance.

"...Did you use too much force?"

General Turtle turned his head and looked at General Snake on the side and asked.

"Didn't you tell me to test him? He hasn't slacked off yet!"

"So you're going to strike him with the Black Emperor's Divine Thunder?!"

General Snake: "..."

"Since it has already been struck, let's strike it ninety-nine and eighty-one more times to completely revive his Heavenly Eye."

"good!!"

"Yang Lingxiao, struck by lightning!"

Yang Lingxiao: “…”

"Brutal, really brutal. Second brother, are we still going to protect the emperor?" Looking at Yang Lingxiao who was left with only one breath left after being struck by eighty-one thunderbolts, Lei Gang in the distance asked in a tentative tone.

Silver Dragon: "..."

Escort?

Do you think which one of us three can be a match for those two old men?

They have arrived in person, in person!

Didn’t you see that the corners of the mouths of the three eldest brothers were twitching?

I can’t beat him, I really can’t beat him!

A stick of incense later, Yang Lingxiao was dug out from the ground again by the two men, who looked at him carefully and studied him in detail.

"Not enough, come again!"

Yang Lingxiao: “…”

"Buzz!"

An unknown amount of time had passed before the black ashes on Yang Lingxiao's skin shattered into pieces, and black blood oozed out from between his eyebrows. Then a beam of golden and silver light rose into the sky, piercing through the clouds in the sky.

Yang Lingxiao in the outside world also had blood oozing from his brows, causing Fu Meng's extremely familiar Heavenly Eye Divine Pattern to reappear, but this time there was no longer that strange fluctuating feeling.

There is only the momentum of mountains and rivers, and the world carries the appearance of the Dharma body.

"Not bad!"

"It looks like you haven't neglected your training recently!"

"Yang Lingxiao, listen to my gift!"

"The Emperor, in recognition of your tireless efforts in suppressing demons, has granted you a set of Xuanlong uniforms!"

General Turtle spoke first.

"Yang Lingxiao!"

"The Emperor, mindful of your continued pursuit of learning, has specially accepted you as a registered disciple!"

"open!"

General Snake roared angrily, raised his hand and slashed, and the entire inheritance space immediately expanded by twice as much. The black thunder in the void condensed into clouds, and then evolved into a giant palace falling from the sky.

"Yang Lingxiao, you will be the emperor's registered disciple from now on!"

"Remember not to disgrace the Zhenwu lineage!"

"We two will leave two Dharma bodies here to supervise you!"

"Go!"

After saying that, the two of them raised their hands and threw Yang Lingxiao, who was still in a daze, out.

Come in a daze and leave in a daze.

"The place is still a little small, and I don't know if it's enough!" Looking at the inheritance space that has expanded nearly twice as much, the two muttered to themselves meaningfully.

The silver dragon in the distance: "...I seem to have a bad feeling."

As his consciousness returned to his body, Yang Lingxiao was surrounded by lightning, which poured out and condensed into inch-long air waves in the air.

The air waves were like swords, completely dispersing the cold wind around them.

The Taoist robes on his body disappeared, replaced by a casual robe with a black dragon and thunder pattern on it. A white jade belt inlaid with gold hung around his waist, and the Taoist crown on his head turned into an extremely simple hairpin.

With bare feet and sitting cross-legged, he looks like an immortal banished from heaven, descending with golden light.

Looking around, the divine power is restrained, and he is elegant yet powerful and domineering.

isn't it?

isn't it?

Zhang Xuanyu covered his eyes in pain.

It’s an illusion, it must be an illusion!

Why did he see two phantoms behind his elder brother?

Before it was the Spirit Ancestor, and now it’s the Turtle and Snake Generals?

Brother, your composition seems a bit complicated!

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