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

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The sword rang incessantly, and a golden sword shadow suddenly slashed out, cutting the black robe on the True Lord into two pieces.

"Not bad!"

The phantom of the True Lord glanced at Yang Lingxiao in the distance, and then his body turned into mist and disappeared.

The system space collapsed, throwing Yang Lingxiao and Fu Meng out again.

"baby!"

Seeing that Yang Lingxiao was surrounded by injuries, the three supreme elders' expressions suddenly changed and they quickly appeared and walked over.

"Master, don't panic. I'm fine!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a mysterious light appeared, and the injuries around Yang Lingxiao immediately recovered as if they had never occurred.

As I said before, the man Liu Chapan met was called Yang Jia Erlang, his mother's brother; and the one he met was called Xiansheng Zhenjun, Qingyuan Miaodao, and Xiansheng Weiling.

Even if it was just an illusion, the pressure it contained was so terrifying. If the real person came, what a terrifying scene it would be.

Seeing that Yang Lingxiao's injuries had all healed, the three supreme elders breathed a sigh of relief.

There were some things they didn't want to get to the bottom of, but when it came to Yang Lingxiao, they couldn't help but be cautious.

The three of them looked strange, and then they all turned their heads to look at Fu Meng.

Fu Meng was also helpless!

It's impossible to say that the master had a fight with the phantom of Xiansheng Zhenjun, and then the master cut off half of Zhenjun's clothes, right?

I told you something but you don't believe it. Isn't that putting Fat Tiger in a difficult position?

"Master, I am fine!"

"On the contrary, there's a slight breakthrough!"

"It is my fault that I have caused the three great masters to worry!" Yang Lingxiao stood up and bowed lightly to the three supreme elders, then spoke with a calm expression.

Since I was able to cut off a corner of the True Lord's phantom's clothes this time, I may be able to fight with the True Lord for a hundred moves next time.

This time, his breakthrough was not in his cultivation level, but his Eight-Nine Profound Art had finally reached the entry level.

Even though he has only just entered the beginner stage, his physical strength is now enough to be called indestructible. He is not afraid of being attacked by swords and weapons, and is not hurt by spells.

Even if it was an attack from some magical weapons, he could take on 90% of it.

Now he can already start practicing the second level of the Nine Revolutions Profound Art.

In addition, the Xuanyuan Sword also became a purple item with his breakthrough.

"My son, remember to be cautious in the future. Even if you encounter a strong opponent, there is no need to fight head-on. We at Maoshan lack everything except some immortals!"

The three supreme elders did not ask any further questions. They just patted Yang Lingxiao's shoulder lightly and then disappeared again.

Get to the bottom of it?

Sorry, Maoshan doesn’t have this tradition!

The opportunity you get is yours, and no one can take it away from you!

If you really encounter some ignorant people, the elders in the sect will come out to deal with them for you.

"Master, can Fu Meng go in again?" Fu Meng asked while tugging at his tiger-skin shorts as he followed Yang Lingxiao to pay his respects to the three elders.

Yang Lingxiao: “…”

You are Di Ting, not the dog that clamors to be petted. Why are you, a dog, wearing pants?

"Why, haven't you been beaten enough?" Yang Lingxiao raised his hand and sent three bolts of heavenly thunder to him and asked.

"Master, guess whose inheritance I just received?"

"Master, just guess, guess..."

Yang Lingxiao: “…”

"You're fucking acting like a spoiled brat, Heishan, kill him, drag him out and kill him, and bury him in one hundred and eight places."

That space is your own.

Isn’t it just the inheritance of the Sun-Swallowing God? Do you really think you don’t know it?

Heishan responded and walked outside, dragging his pants. Since the master said to bury it, he must not delay at all.

"Fuck, you old monster, you're pulling my pants..."

"Brother, there's news!"

Shi Shaojian rushed over in a hurry, handed a letter to Yang Lingxiao and said.

He also didn't expect that these days there would be people who were so stubborn as to challenge the entire Taoist sect.

Demonic Sect? !

The higher the virtue, the higher the devil?

Sorry, this place will no longer exist soon. The heavy slap from Taoism will send them to listen to the true teachings of the ancestors.

"The Five Poison Sect is resurrected?"

These words made Yang Lingxiao frown slightly.

After a brief pause, he stretched out again.

Resurrection is good!

He was worried that even if he traveled across the ocean to find those dwarf mules who could reason with him, they would not be enough. Unexpectedly, in addition to the five sects of the White Lotus Cult, another Five Poisons Cult emerged.

But it doesn’t matter!

I'm not afraid of large crowds, I'm afraid of small crowds!

"Send a message to the headquarters, and invite the masters to come out of seclusion now!"

Yang Lingxiao gave orders while burning the letter to ashes.

"yes, Sir!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Shaojian was stunned. No, can you say something I can understand?

What the hell is this master?

Okay, you big stick, brother, I am close to you, you are playing tricks on me, right?

I won’t hide it anymore, right?

Could you give me a little hint next time you make a move?

I, Shi Shaojian, am the young elder of the Law Enforcement Hall. Could you please show me a little respect?

"Pack up and go to Tanjia Village!"

After he finished speaking, Yang Lingxiao stepped out and disappeared from the room, leaving only Shi Shaojian with a messy face.

It's faded, the feelings have faded!

Is this still the sect where he was born and raised?

Bury them all!

"My good friend, that person is very strong. Even his phantom is filled with tremendous pressure." As Yang Lingxiao stopped in the center of the courtyard, the voice of the sword spirit resounded in his ears.

The True Lord Xiansheng exudes dominance in every move he makes, just like a god of war, dominating the sky with his might.

Its strength is far beyond the reach of the Demon Lord who only visits once in a while when he has nothing to do.

Such an existence is the real opponent.

As for the so-called Demon Lord, he is just a dog that I play with for fun when I have nothing better to do.

If a mere phantom can exert such pressure, how powerful would the real body be?

"Good friend, I have a gift for you!"

The sword spirit's voice rang out again, and with the appearance of several golden lights, twelve figures wearing gilded armor, holding swords, with golden hair on both sides and a violent aura around them quickly appeared.

"The Twelve Immortals Army?"

Aren’t these Yuwen Tuo’s subordinates? They are all more arrogant than each other at ordinary times, but they log off the line faster than each other at critical moments.

"Owner!"

Twelve people knelt on the ground and worshiped, and the twelve auras condensed with each other, approaching the peak of the ninth level of the Heavenly Master.

The existence of twelve fourth-level Heavenly Masters is enough for him to walk sideways in front of most sects. Just don't jump ahead of those top sects if you have nothing to do.

"My good friend, their strength will also increase with your strength. In other words, the stronger you are as their master, the stronger they will be!"

"My good friend, I can't wait to meet that person in person!"

The sword spirit's voice was as unruly as ever, but there was also a sense of eagerness to try mixed in with it.

In front of a real opponent, the Demon Lord is just a dog!

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