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

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We are all practicing Taoism. It will be easy for you to lose friends if you do this.

"Master, here I come!"

The fluorescence in Fu Meng's eyes faded, and then his sharp gaze swept into the distance.

When I listened carefully, I saw that it was the group of Dragon Slayers and others who were rushing over in a hurry.

Yang Lingxiao turned a deaf ear and kept his eyes closed.

While adapting to the divine power of the eye between his eyebrows, he recalled the scene he had just experienced; if he remembered correctly, he was suddenly captured by the two generals, the turtle and the snake, and then he was temporarily struck by ten thunders as an appetizer.

When asked, hey, it’s because of the force!

In the end, he was hit by eighty-one blows and was accepted as a registered disciple by the emperor?

The Great Emperor Zhenwu is my master?!

Huang Jiao Daxian, the Great Sage Master is also my master?

The Great God of the Three Altars and Sea Assembly is my third uncle?

To round it off, he can also be considered a disciple of Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun!

Plus the True Lord Patriarch of Maoshan, and the Heavenly Lord...

This path is indeed becoming increasingly boring.

After dozens of breaths, a chaotic sound of footsteps came from afar, accompanied by bursts of ghostly and demonic howling sounds.

The dark clouds in the void were blown away by the cold wind, illuminating Tulong and others who were holding muskets and carrying swords.

"Master, look!"

One of the disciples suddenly pointed at Yang Lingxiao, who was sitting on a bluestone in the distance, wearing black clothes and barefoot. A cold wind blew in from all directions, but disappeared without a trace when it approached him.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

"Do you really think that just because you're barefoot you're the Great Emperor Zhenwu?"

"shot!"

After taking a quick glance, Tulong's eyes suddenly narrowed. Something was wrong, twenty percent wrong. This kid was really evil.

"Yes, Master!"

More than a dozen disciples fired their rifles without hesitation, and dense bullets poured out, but when they were half an inch away from Yang Lingxiao's body, they were trapped in mid-air by an invisible force.

Finally, it fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

"die!"

The dragon slayer held a scarlet rune in his hand and flashed towards the direction where Yang Lingxiao was.

The scarlet light produces thunder, swift and lightning-fast.

There are many kinds of thunder. There are more than a dozen types of sky thunder alone, not to mention other divine thunders.

In addition to heavenly thunder, there are also some particularly special thunders, such as Yin thunder, corpse thunder, demon thunder, and even blood thunder.

What the dragon slayer drives is a kind of demonic thunder.

"No, he used demonic thunder to attack a person who cultivated heavenly thunder?"

Fu Meng in the dark almost regressed on the spot.

No, that's not the way to insult people.

"Montreal, how do you think these people grew up?"

"Ants!"

Montenegro uttered two words as usual.

Zhang Xuanyu's face darkened. Was this a sign of disdain for Maoshan's thunder technique, or a sign of disdain for all those who practiced thunder technique and used dark thunder to counter heavenly thunder?

Is he crazy, or is this world so insane that he can't understand it.

"die!"

"Fellow Daoist, I will teach you something: next time you want to kill someone, be quiet. Loud noises can easily scare me."

Lightning flashed out, and Yang Lingxiao's figure disappeared strangely, replaced by a sound that made the dragon slayer's hair stand on end and his tailbone feel a chill.

not good!

A strong wind rose behind his head, and in the blink of an eye, the dragon slayer was beaten into a shoe horn by a mace carved from peach wood.

"Junior, I want your life!"

Tulong howled and threw his Taoist robe towards Yang Lingxiao.

The dozen or so disciples and Qiu Sheng Wencai on the side were not idle either. They all pointed their guns at Yang Lingxiao.

Being attacked from both sides, Yang Lingxiao manipulated the golden light with extraordinary ease, with his left hand behind his back and his right hand holding the mace. Although he was standing barefoot, there was not a speck of dust on his body.

Capable of both offense and defense, with golden armor protecting his body and his mace shone with golden light, he pointed at the disciples in the distance.

"Draw a circle on the ground to make a prison!"

"Get away!"

Without waiting for the figure behind to remind them, a dazzling golden light descended from the sky and turned into a circle that enveloped the ten people who were unable to dodge.

Invisible pressure gushed out, and with just a glance, the ten people were shocked to the point of bleeding from all seven orifices and their tendons were broken.

"Ahhhh, I'm here to protect you!"

Fu Meng, who had been eager to fight for a long time, immediately rushed out and swung his sharp claws, tearing the Taoist robe made of Tulong's countless blood into countless pieces.

"Fuck you, die for me!"

Fu Meng was extremely angry and wanted to rush up and tear the dragon slayer into pieces right now.

Dragon slaying?!

I'll kill your second uncle, who looks like a shoe horn, so that I can plot against my master.

Fu Meng was extremely furious, but Tulong was terrified.

The sixth level of Earth Master, the sixth level of Earth Master!

He used various means, even at the cost of extracting souls and taking away spirits, to cultivate to the third level of Earth Master.

A little brat is already a sixth-level Earth Master?

How is this played?

However, despite his fear, the ferocity in the dragon slayer's eyes remained unchanged.

"Yang Lingxiao!"

With an angry roar, Tulong pounced in front of the dying disciples, then raised his sword and strangled all the disciples to death on the spot.

"The best of heavens, the best of fairies!"

"The Twelve-story Tower Fell to Earth!"

"I now use the Dharma to enter the Buddha's picture!"

"Invite the Rakshasa to slash the sky!"

"rise!"

The dragon slayer's eyes were terrifyingly blood red. As blood gathered, monsters with blood-red bodies, like skinned evil ghosts and spikes on their backs, crawled out of the blood.

The roaring continued, and the eyes were full of blood.

The remaining disciples were all frightened by the dragon slayer's ferocity, but they still dared not act rashly.

"Rakshasa?!"

"Isn't this a coincidence?"

"My Maoshan specializes in dealing with all things called Rakshasa!"

"Fellow Daoist, please observe this thunder!"

Yang Lingxiao raised the golden mace in his hand and summoned the Void Black Emperor's divine thunder to fall from the sky.

"kill!!!!"

The dragon slayer had already lost his mind, and regardless of the violent thunder, he drove many Rakshasas to rush forward.

"On the watch, on the watch!"

Tulong roared angrily, and Qiu Sheng and Wencai, who were also holding muskets in the back, hurried forward and burned the petition.

"Chaos is just beginning, the Yellow Turbans are wandering, the strong men obey orders, come quickly!"

"I now implore the true gods of the eight directions, the Yellow Sky, the Earth, and the Earth, to lend the Yellow Turban warriors to slay this beast!"

The dragon slayer offered a tribute, kowtowed, and finally gouged out one of his own eyes and threw it into the air as a blood sacrifice.

Anyone who dares to hurt me must die, even if he is Shi Jian's disciple.

When he was weak, he was beaten by Shi Jian. Now that he became strong, he was beaten by his apprentice. Isn't this bullying of an honest man like me?

"turn down!"

Facing the dragon slayer who had fallen into madness, Yang Lingxiao casually uttered two words.

I’m sorry, my master is the great immortal Huang Jiao, a great and virtuous teacher.

If you say reject, then reject!

There was a flash of lightning, and amid the wailing of countless blood Rakshasas, the dragon slayer was struck by lightning and immediately spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Was the application he submitted really rejected?

"Daoyou, look again!"

"Where is the Yellow Turban warrior?"

Yang Lingxiao raised the golden mace and pointed it into the air.

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