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

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"Master, we've already found out. If we leave here by boat, we can reach the ruined island in ten days if we're fast!"

Heishan replied in a muffled voice.

"Get ready, get ready. Once this matter is done, I will send you masters off to save the world!"

The crowd did not move quickly, and it took them two full hours to finally arrive in front of the so-called Long Family Ancestral Hall.

Before getting close, wisps of fine moisture were carried by the wind. Although this place has an extremely humid climate, the surroundings seemed extremely dry.

When you step down, you can even see dense white jade fragments in the dust.

It is based on jade and is filled with boiling dragon energy.

This is a formation and also a rare feng shui arrangement.

The ancestor of the Long family wanted to turn this place into a dragon palace.

However, they overlooked one important thing, that is, the dragon of heaven and earth must not be contaminated by the weather and the earth's energy.

Once it is contaminated by the earth's energy, the dragon of heaven and earth will turn into an earth dragon.

The Earth Dragon has a low destiny, how can it reside high in the Dragon Palace?

If your destiny is not good enough, then you will be burned by the fire of karma every day. Forget about blessing you. The Long family will be wiped out completely, and eighteen generations of ancestors will have to bear the consequences.

"Immortal, I am the ancestral hall of my Long family!"

Marshal Long said this, then raised his hand and pushed open the wooden door in front of him. As if worried, he ordered, "Set up the artillery. If anyone comes out who is not alive, no matter if it is me, Lao Deng, or your ancestors, they will all be shot!"

Everyone: "..."

Filial piety, the greatest filial piety!

"Master..." Fu Meng narrowed his eyes slightly.

What do you think of peeking at a listening statue?

It's fine if you just peek at my stunning looks, but you actually dare to peek at your own master?

Do you know who my master is? He is someone whose yolks will be squeezed out of you if you take a peek at him.

"Nephew, what's wrong?"

Seeing Yang Lingxiao suddenly stop, Zhe Gu asked with a puzzled look, and sniffed lightly with her nose.

In her eyes, all demons and monsters have a smell.

But now, she smelled nothing.

"Uncle Master, someone wants to find a disciple to debate with, it's okay!"

Yang Lingxiao replied casually.

No one noticed that the moment Yang Lingxiao paused, seven black and purple afterimages disappeared silently.

In a valley far away from the ancestral hall.

Jiumo Ke held an enormous mirror in his hand, and while frequently waving it in the air, he stared intently at the contents on the light screen on the bronze mirror.

"It's him, it's him!"

The monster's teeth are about to break.

It was those people who not only beat him up, but also grabbed his neck and asked him to say thank you.

If this isn't obvious bullying, then what is?

"Who is he?"

The monster's eyes were like lightning as he stared at Yang Lingxiao and asked.

To be exact, staring into his eyes.

Bringing back such spiritual eyes would surely enable him to take a big step forward.

By then, perhaps you will be able to reach the state of Arhat.

Taoism is strong, but that is only in the Middle Earth.

The snowy mountains are not a place where they can run wild.

"His name is Yang Lingxiao!"

The monster said this while gritting his back teeth, using enough force to make the expression on his face even more ferocious.

It’s all him, it’s all him!

If it weren't for him, how could I be ordered around like a dog?

"Yang Lingxiao?!"

"Living Buddha, you've forgotten that the current generation's headmaster of Maoshan is Yang Lingxiao!"

The two monks with iron sticks beside him answered in a low voice.

The eldest brother of the Maoshan Sect?

The gleam in Jiumo's eyes kept flashing.

If he had killed only an ordinary disciple, there might be some room for maneuver, but if he had killed the other person's head disciple, it would definitely be a feud that would last until death.

For a moment, Jiumo Ke fell into deep thought.

In the far corner.

"That's pretty fucking scary, isn't it?"

"That's right!"

"Do you want to be afraid of them?"

"What do you mean?"

"Get rid of him!"

"..."

The seven cowering paper figures peered at the group of figures in the distance, and took out one tiny talisman after another from the bag behind them to cover up their own breath.

"Immortal, this is my Lao Deng!"

"Those next to you are my ancestors for eighteen generations. Do you want me to open them and let you study them?" Marshal Long asked while adjusting his belt.

Shi Shaojian turned his head stiffly, "Marshal, your father is your biological father, right?"

"That's right, dear old father!"

"Shao Jian, stop talking nonsense!"

Yang Lingxiao's voice suddenly exploded in Shi Shaojian's ears, causing him to shiver subconsciously.

Yang the idiot!

When I become an immortal, I will chop off half an inch of your flesh and use my magic power to restore your body while chopping.

"Corpse Qi... and Dragon Qi?"

Shi Shaojian's eyes turned, and in the blink of an eye, his gaze was fixed on a stone pillar in the center of the ancestral hall. The stone pillar was covered with cracks and was covered with blood.

Black smoke spread out, but was burned into nothingness by the sunlight.

"Marshal, what is this pillar used for?"

"I don't know. My father Deng died so suddenly that he didn't even leave me a word. Why don't you ask?" Marshal Long asked, pointing to the coffin hanging in the air.

"Domineering and mighty, open the coffin!"

"boom!"

Before he could finish his words, the four of them suddenly flipped over the coffin lid in front of them, not to mention the earth's energy pulling them.

One force can defeat ten!

If you can’t open it, it proves that your strength is not strong enough.

The four of them looked down, and with just one glance, surprise flashed across their sharp eyes. "Big Brother, Uncle Master, the Marshal's father has gained weight!"

Looking around, Marshal Long's father's body was covered with dense scales, which, illuminated by the halo, strangely reflected several colorful fluorescent lights.

"Dear dad, are you going to become Jackie Chan?"

"It's not a dragon, it's a dragon zombie!"

"General Long, this ancestral hall is a Feng Shui location. If it continues to operate smoothly, it can ensure that the Long family will prosper for twenty generations."

"But there's something wrong with this Feng Shui situation!"

"If you don't deal with it now, not only will you become like this, Marshal, but even your son will become a dragon zombie."

They looked carefully from all directions and then spoke in unison.

This is not an inheritance from my godfather, but a teaching from my senior brother.

"My son will become like this, no, no!"

"Masters, I don't care about feng shui or not, and I don't care if they can harm me, but they can't harm my son."

"What do you think, Immortal? Should we burn it? My family has been afraid of fire for generations."

When Marshal Long heard this, he immediately drew the musket from his waist and almost ordered the cannon to be fired for the ancestors to hear.

Ancestor, the Long family has been a single-line family for generations!

Burn it, it must be burned!

"First, let's release the corpse qi from these dragon zombies!"

"Let's do it together!"

Shi Shaojian once again gave orders as the senior brother.

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