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

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"You two little bastards, you really have something!"

"You didn't even let your own master go. Is there anything else? Your master also wants to dig out your great master to bask in the sun and take a look at the treasures of our Maoshan!"

A figure dressed in the uniform of the underworld official walked out of nowhere and kicked the two supreme elders.

They thought of digging themselves out to bask in the sun.

"Prepare the soul-nourishing elixir. What Ling Xiao has summoned down is not only a wisp of the incense-burning body of the Great God Hai Hui, but also a wisp of his Dharmakaya phantom!"

The figure in official uniform had an extremely solemn expression on his face. It would cost a lot to invite the evil spirits, let alone the righteous gods.

Xiao Xiaojiao, you are a waste. You can't even kill an old ghost. If you hurt Ling Xiao's soul, I will drag your master out to lecture you.

"Block it, block it!"

Seeing the phantom of the great god Haihui pointing a finger at him, the King of Hell raised his seal directly, but what greeted him was a ray of fire that passed through his body.

The flames shattered, and along with them, the body of the King of Hell shattered, leaving only a seal that fell into the sand.

It's over, it's over, it's over!

Seeing the phantom of the Great God Haihui looking at him, Yang Lingxiao's heart sank suddenly. He was already prepared to shorten his lifespan and cut his luck.

But being stared at like that, he felt like he had walked through the eighteen levels of hell.

In just a moment, he began to breathe heavily, and his clothes were soaked with sweat, as if he had been fished out of the lake.

This great god is a first-class killing god!

The power of the God of Death is so terrifying!

If you want to invite the righteous god to descend upon you, you must first be able to withstand the murderous aura released by the god's phantom divine consciousness.

But the backlash that Yang Lingxiao was waiting for did not come. The phantom of the Great God Haihui just glanced at him casually, and then disappeared with golden light in his eyes.

When everything was calm, an extremely neat petition also fell to the underworld with the earth's energy.

The core is that the King of Hell secretly releases evil ghosts to disrupt the world.

A Maoshan disciple happened to encounter him and killed him according to the Yin Law!

Everything has a traceable path, so it’s not fake!

"Big Brother, everything is ready!"

At this time, Dongnanxixi and Jiale came over carrying an extremely huge piece of cloth. They stood beside Yang Lingxiao and said that the engraving on it was the Maoshan Soul-Guiding Talisman.

"Shao Jian, take your fellow apprentices with you and use the seal to catch those evil spirits that have escaped!"

"If you come across some lonely ghosts who voluntarily go to the underworld, bring them back as well. If there are those who don't want to go, help them to do so!"

Yang Lingxiao suppressed the coldness and fear in his heart, and then gave instructions to Shi Shaojian and others beside him in an orderly manner.

He has to give an explanation to his subordinates about this matter!

After all, this matter will not be over until those evil ghosts are caught!

"Brother, what about these four accomplices?"

Shi Shaojian pointed at the four ghost messengers who were tied up like dumplings and asked, then looked at Yang Lingxiao with a slightly worried look.

The righteous gods are respected, and those who act without authorization will surely fall.

Yang Lingxiao didn't even look at it.

"Find a place to hang it up and wait until the underworld comes to investigate. What are you looking at? Why don't you hurry up and go?"

Shi Shaojian thought and judged in his heart.

He spoke with full energy, without any sign of decline. There was a flash of lightning in his eyes, and he wished he could give himself another lightning punch.

Well... bastard, why didn’t the great god glare at you to death?

"Second Uncle, can you find a secluded place for me to retreat, preferably one with no one around?"

After killing the female ghost Xiaoli, he obtained a blue entry, which gave him innate supernatural powers.

In addition, killing the King of Hell revealed another purple-gold entry.

Successor of Taiping Dao!

By integrating this entry, one can become the only successor of Taiping Dao in this world.

The system also specifically notes that if you want to integrate this entry, you must find a quiet and deserted place.

Uncle Jiu did not answer immediately. He walked forward and carefully used his magic power to check Yang Lingxiao's body before he let out a long breath.

It doesn't matter whether it was planned or not. If his beloved nephew is hurt again because of this incident, what the eldest brother will use is not the Lightning Thunder Fist, but the Heaven and Earth Longevity Fist!

"There is a deserted mountain temple in the distant valley. Uncle Master will take you there!"

Uncle Jiu was also a man of swift and decisive actions. He did not care about the wall of the charity cemetery that was about to be flattened. He immediately turned around and flew out of the charity cemetery with Yang Lingxiao.

"Brother, wait for us!"

Taoist Simu and Taoist Qianhe looked at each other and followed the direction the two men left.

Soon, they came to a mountain temple with only half of its wall left.

"System, including the purple gold entry, Taiping Successor!"

Yang Lingxiao, who had arranged the surrounding formations, gave instructions in his heart.

【The entry has been included! 】

As the mechanical sound of the system fell, the sky that was clear just now suddenly became covered with dark clouds. A strong wind rose, blowing sand and rocks into the air. The dark clouds were piled up layer by layer, and the flashing lightning could be vaguely seen through them.

The halo flickered, and all the demons and monsters that sensed the aura buried their heads in the sand and shrank back as if they had encountered some terrifying and evil creature.

All kinds of corpse kings felt like they were falling into an icy cave. The ferocity and brutality they had cultivated with great difficulty seemed to be cut off by an invisible force, and they all became extremely obedient.

Under such momentum, the three supreme elders no longer hid and appeared directly in front of Uncle Jiu and the other two.

"Eighth...Eighth Uncle?"

"And Uncle Nine and Uncle Ten..."

"Why did we get out? How could we not come out? There's such a big scene with three of us old men... Master, why are you kicking me again?" Before the Eighth Elder could finish his words, he was kicked out by his own master.

"Disciple, listen to Master. You can't handle a situation like this!"

"Xiao Xiaojiao, do you still remember me, your master?"

The figure in official uniform asked with a somewhat evil smile.

He was teasing Uncle Jiu, but his eyes were fixed on Yang Lingxiao.

He had never seen such a big scene!

With so many phantoms of the God of Thunder coming one after another, it doesn't look like the Lord of the Thunder is patrolling the sky. And the lightning is so dark blue in color.

Thunder condenses into a waterfall, and the sound of thunder is like a huge bell.

The mysterious and yellow energy gathered like a galloping dragon... something was wrong, twenty percent wrong.

Grandmaster, would you like to come and take a look?

The lightning continued to gather and finally transformed into ninety-nine eighty-one dark yellow and blue lightning dragons that merged into Yang Lingxiao's body. The dazzling lightning flashed frequently, and the rising dark fire lightning burned the dark Taoist robe on his body to ashes.

The fluorescent light merged into his veins and tendons, and the most dazzling one merged into the center of Yang Lingxiao's eyebrows, repairing the scar on his forehead that he was born with.

Taking advantage of the gap left by the falling lightning, the figure in official uniform suddenly saw two objects falling from the sky in front of Yang Lingxiao.

A wooden sword that looked so weak that it would not be enough to burn in a fire, and a nine-section brass sword. Although both items were ordinary, they gave him an aura that only the three True Lords and ancestors had arrived?

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