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

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The next moment, rumbling thunder descended from the void, followed by a series of muffled and booming sounds.

"Yes, yes, young master, I am..."

"How dare you snatch it from me!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Get down, get down!"

"..."

As the dazzling golden light descended, five three-meter-tall Yellow Turban warriors, wearing heavy armor and outer robes, with a fierce aura like a mountain, appeared beside Yang Lingxiao.

"Young Master!"

"Boom!"

The five of them knelt down at the same time, as if they were going to shake the heaven and earth to pieces.

With a rub of his big hands, those Rakshasas were immediately crushed into ashes.

"It's you who wants to touch our little master?"

The five people slowly turned their heads, their stiff faces full of kindness.

"Why, why?"

Tulong's fingers trembled, and his breath was stuck in his throat, and he almost fainted on the spot.

Why?

Why was it that even after I sacrificed one of my eyes in a blood sacrifice, not even a hair was invited down, while Yang Lingxiao invited these five uncles down with just a word?

Wearing a bright dragon armor and a silk dragon coat, he looks like a commander, right?

unfair!

God is unfair!

"Because I have the authority to command all the Yellow Turban warriors!"

"I said I would reject your request, so I will reject your request!"

"Five brothers, please give him a ride!"

Yang Lingxiao stood on the shoulder of the Yellow Turban warrior in the center, staring at Tu Long with a disdainful look and spoke slowly.

At this moment, he finally understood why his ancestors were each more powerful in attack and each with a worse temper. The feeling of sweeping the enemy forward was truly very elegant.

"Follow the law!"

The five of them stretched out their hands together and grabbed in the direction of the dragon slayer like millstones.

Tulong's face was filled with horror, and he didn't care about the blood on his face. He made hand gestures and chanted spells again, throwing countless blood-colored talismans in the direction of the five big hands.

"Why don't you take action? Why don't you take action?"

The dragon slayer roared towards the back.

Before he finished speaking, two scarlet coffins exploded, and two figures, two meters tall, as thin as bamboo poles, with all kinds of red bells covering their bodies, jumped out from them.

"Maoshan, the people of Maoshan, die, die..."

"Oh!"

Before the two men could get close, the five Yellow Turban strongmen slapped their palms towards the distance without even looking. As soon as the palm fell, the two men flew backwards and were heavily embedded in the stone wall in the distance.

Who the hell dares to get close to my young master?

"Hehehe, it's your turn next!"

The five men raised their hands and grabbed the dragon slayer in their hands.

Taoist priest Slaying Dragon is dead!

"Qiu Sheng, run!"

Seeing Yang Lingxiao's gaze sweeping towards them, Dong Xiaoyu, who had been hiding in the dark, no longer hid. She flashed and released a ghostly aura, trying to drag Qiu Sheng away.

"ban!"

Yang Lingxiao spoke casually, and his supernatural powers activated his words. Dong Xiaoyu and Qiu Sheng were immediately trapped in mid-air by an invisible force.

The man and the ghost kept struggling, but they could only watch the five Yellow Turban warriors getting closer and closer.

"You two are so lucky!"

"I let you go last time, but you still dared to jump in front of me. This time, how do you want to die?!"

Yang Lingxiao asked condescendingly.

These two people are now full of death energy, which corrodes away even Tulong, a master of the Earth Master realm, and has been tormented to the point of losing his mind.

Sure enough, the God of Plague is the God of Plague!

Fortunately, Tulong was lucky enough to have a strong life, otherwise he would not have lived to see Yang Lingxiao.

"Die, watch our magic!"

Qiu Sheng suddenly felt that he could move. After a roar, he threw more than a dozen pitch-black talismans towards Yang Lingxiao.

"Yes, divine arts!"

Wencai followed closely behind, and the two of them waved talismans in their hands, then bit off their fingers and threw them into the air.

"Five Yin Spirits, bless me!"

A flash of blood appeared, and the five vicious bandits under the command of Black and White Impermanence appeared again.

"Who called me?!"

The five people looked around and felt as if the sky was falling again and again.

No, they will never get along with the old man in front of them in this life, right?

Everyone knows that the Ninth Lord of the Underworld is heartless and ruthless, and he eats zombies as snacks when he has nothing to do.

This bastard is more like a plague god than the Seventh Master and the Eighth Master.

"Master Jiu, long time no see!"

The five ghosts came forward with a wry smile, almost growing a tail that kept wagging.

"Yin Shen, kill him, kill him!"

The two were still roaring, but they were greeted by five hands that stretched out together. With a slap, the two men spun like a top until they crashed headfirst into the cliff in the distance.

Kill, kill, kill your uncle!

It’s good enough that they don’t kill us!

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!"

"Crack!"

Qiu Sheng bit off two of his fingers again and threw them into the air in pain, "Where is the Yin God? Where is the Yin God?!"

Another five groups of Yin Qi passed by, and another five vicious ghost soldiers emerged with a pace of 2.58 million, but when they saw Yang Lingxiao, they closed their eyes in pain.

No, can you change the group of people who are causing trouble?

"Master Jiu, we are here!"

Yang Lingxiao: “…”

I don’t know either. They came up and stabbed me twice, and then asked me if I was afraid.

The five Yellow Turban warriors moved again, and then appeared in front of the two of them, carrying Yang Lingxiao. "What are you two thinking? Why do you think that the blood sacrifice technique you learned can surpass the orthodox mystical arts of Maoshan?

Why do you think that my Maoshan magic is not inferior to the evil magic you have learned?"

"Why do you think that just learning a few tricks can rival the strength of a sect?"

"You can try again and see if the thing you summon can kill me."

"I must kill you, kill you!"

"Wencai, use the Yin Shen descending technique!"

The two men raised their hands and took off their clothes, revealing their chests and backs covered with talismans.

He raised his hands, chanted a curse, and stomped his feet on the ground.

next moment.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

As the two streams of Yin Qi passed by, the two men's bodies bulged up like a rapidly inflating balloon, and then exploded into a handful of blood mist.

"No!"

"Qiu Sheng, Qiu Sheng!"

"How dare you harm Qiu Sheng? How dare you harm Qiu Sheng!"

"I want you to die. I want you to pay for Qiu Sheng's life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost energy became turbulent and grabbed Yang Lingxiao head-on.

Yang Lingxiao: “…”

Sometimes he also wants to invite the Black and White Impermanence to come up and take a look.

It was obvious that there was something wrong with the blood sacrifice technique passed down to them by the dragon slayer, and it was obvious that they forced the Yin spirit to be shattered into pieces because their bodies were too fragile.

Why did he put this hatred on himself?

"If you hadn't driven Qiu Sheng out, he wouldn't have worshipped this person as his master, he wouldn't have practiced evil methods, he wouldn't have..."

"boom!"

Yang Lingxiao glanced around, and ten fierce ghost soldiers jumped out at the side. With just one encounter, Dong Xiaoyu was nailed far away.

A strong man in a yellow turban on the right reached out and crushed Dong Xiaoyu, whose eyes were red, into pieces.

Are all the monsters and demons so arrogant these days?

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