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

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"Five Poison Sect?"

"Have you obtained the consent of the Three Mountains to establish a sect here?" Yang Lingxiao asked casually, opening his folding fan.

magic?

The devil is good!

The good karma gained from killing it can no longer be described as a bundle, but rather a fight!

When Wang Po was asked this question, her face suddenly darkened, and her already ferocious expression became even uglier. The Sanshan were so domineering that they even needed their approval to establish a sect.

These bastards must all die!

"Who do you think you are, the Three Mountains? Are you qualified to give orders to my Five Poison Sect?"

"I originally intended to borrow your souls for a while, but now it seems you are tired of living."

"You want to establish your own sect without the consent of the Three Mountains, you want to get a share of the profits without worshipping the Three Mountains, and you want to live a good life without paying the protection fee?" Shi Shaojian narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a faint voice.

Wang Po: “…”

These bastards from Sanshan don't want to avoid people anymore, right?

Collecting protection money?

Is this something a Taoist would say?

"die!"

Wang Po was almost driven crazy by anger.

It's okay that I just have to avoid you damn bastards all the time when I'm weak.

Now that I've become stronger, if I still have to avoid you, wouldn't it be a waste of my strength?

Wang Po turned over and jumped out, swung her cloak behind her and threw countless steel needles at Shi Shaojian.

"brush!"

Yang Ba jumped out, golden light rising around him, and while he shook off the steel needles, he swung the broadsword in his hand and slashed them down.

The wind was blowing continuously, and Wang Po subconsciously raised her hands to grab it, but before her hands touched the blade, the red sun energy coming from above the blade immediately knocked her away.

"jingle!"

The Vajra Umbrella in Yang Dao's hand quickly unfolded, and the eighty-one runes of the Thunder Department engraved on it immediately lit up. The runes carried the power of heaven, and when they vibrated, Wang Po screamed again.

magic?

Excuse me!

They specialize in exorcising demons!

Heavenly thunder is the nemesis of all evil things. If your thunder magic is not strong enough to make some demons kneel on the ground and cry for mercy from the ancestors, it only proves that your thunder magic is not strong enough!

"Buzz!"

Yang Wei's figure appeared like a ghost, and the jade-inlaid pipa in his hand was plucked quickly, and the strings turned into blades. Three phantoms of thunder soldiers holding swords immediately appeared in the air.

The sword fell, leaving several hideous wounds on Wang Po's body.

"die!"

Yang Meng, holding a spear, was the last to attack. He threw the spear, and the spear pierced Wang Po's neck like an extremely sharp arrow.

The force was unleashed, and Wang Po fell far away like a torn sack.

"Miss!"

"Kill them!"

Seeing their eldest sister being pinned to the ground and rubbed over and over again by four men, the remaining horse thieves no longer cared about anything else and rushed towards the crowd with all kinds of weapons in their hands.

"Golden light!"

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

Shi Shaojian and the other six stood in a row and used the newly-created prison technique of drawing a line on the ground.

The golden light flipped, and all the horse thieves who rushed over were imprisoned in their places.

"Karma fire!"

"Leize!"

"Divert the water!"

"Qingbing!"

"Ningyun!"

"Shajin!"

The six people's prison made of drawn ground was naturally no match for Yang Lingxiao's. They barely lasted for five breaths before it collapsed.

However, five breaths were enough for the six people to perform the next move.

The magic spell taught by my adoptive father was unleashed, the thunder was silent, and the wind and clouds surged.

Just as those horse thieves pounced, it felt like the sky was falling again and again.

Whose Taoist priest eats fish the way he does? Is there anyone who cares?

"The two poles of the sky illuminate the Three Pure Ones, and the Xuantan Patriarch reveals his true spirit!"

"Sword, break!"

The six men used their swords to generate eighteen sword shadows each. When their swords pointed, dense sword shadows shot out like evil dragons, piercing through the chests of a row of horse thieves and pushing the figures behind them back several steps.

Are you stupid?

The Taoist not only has a godfather, but also a master.

"Qian Hu, I leave this place to you!"

"Heishan, Fu Meng, go!"

Yang Lingxiao walked away with a fan in his hand. Wang Po, who had been restored by the demonic energy, jumped up and extended several tentacles with sharp thorns that pierced Yang Lingxiao's chest.

The Taoist in front of me is the weakest among all the Taoists. He is definitely not strong. I will kill him first.

Seeing the tentacles getting closer and closer, Yang Lingxiao's body was shining with golden light, and he was wearing a full golden armor of Suan Ni and a scarlet cloak. He stretched out his big hand and placed it in front of the tentacles.

With the help of magic power, no matter how sharp, dark or poisonous the tentacles were, they could not follow up at all.

"roll!"

"brush!"

At the moment when Wang Po was pushed back, a halberd shot out again and embedded her deeply into the stone wall in the distance.

If you can’t even beat the master’s four junior brothers, how dare you jump around in front of your own master?

"Monster, look at this heavy magic of the Taoist master!"

Four domineering and powerful men rushed out from both sides. The terrifying gust of wind made Wang Po's scalp numb. She quickly mobilized her demonic energy to protect herself.

Where did this group of Taoists come from?

How come you’re not even afraid of evil spirits?

As Yang Lingxiao stepped into the cave, the blood pool in the deepest part suddenly began to churn, splattering blood and carrying out a figure wrapped in karma.

"waste!"

"I was actually beaten through like this!" The karma dissipated, revealing a bloody face. From a distance, it looked like a skinned old wolf.

"Little guy, if I were you, I would go back to your Taoist temple and chant scriptures to those dead ancestors of yours."

The figure stood in the air and spoke to Yang Lingxiao in a deep voice.

Finished!

Fu Meng's heart skipped a beat, and he stopped Heishan who was about to follow him.

No, this is not the way to seek death, okay?

You curse their ancestor in front of a Taoist priest who wants to kill you. What's the difference between that and pulling the King of Hell's beard for no reason?

It's over! It's over!

The master smiles, life and death are unpredictable!

"It would be best if you had a bunch of ancestors protecting you at this time!"

"Otherwise, I will have to dig up your entire ancestry!"

Yang Lingxiao laughed coldly, stretched out his hand and summoned the Xuanyuan Sword, then lightly grasped it with his left hand, and the golden brick immediately spun and flew out.

"Damn it!"

The demon's body was filled with demonic energy, and two demonic clouds condensed to meet the attack.

The gold bricks collided with the magic cloud.

In just a moment, the golden bricks that were shining with golden light immediately shattered, and two groups of magic clouds hit the demon's chest.

The demon flew backwards, quickly mobilizing his mind to block the golden bricks.

"Oh!"

Just as he was resisting the gold brick, a fist had already hit his abdomen hard. Golden light shone through his body, causing the demon to let out a sharp scream.

"Golden light!"

"Chop him into pieces!"

With a big hand raised, the golden axe shadow blasted through the cave and fell head-on to the head of the Demon Sect's Great Elder Demon who had finally forced the gold brick to retreat.

“…Block it!”

The demon risked being split in half and condensed two huge claws to meet the attack.

He turned around and roared, spitting out blood and thunder towards Yang Lingxiao's head.

"With such little skill, you dare to insult my poor master?"

"I also have a thunder technique, please appreciate it!"

"Five Thunders, come!"

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