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

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"If it's not a monk, then it's a demon!"

"die!"

Yang Lingxiao casually thrust the three-pointed knife in his hand forward and cut off Jiumoko's head.

The head fell to the ground, but not a drop of blood spurted out.

"Another clone?"

"It should be here!"

"come out!"

With a flick of the knife, Jiumoko's figure was cut out from the ground like a groundhog, the ground collapsed, and the sharp shadow of the knife went straight to Jiumoko's crotch.

This is too much! This is too much!

He was too familiar with this feeling, like an old cat teasing a mouse. No matter how the mouse struggled, it could not escape the confinement and restraint of the old cat.

"Wow!"

No matter what you say or how much you argue, you still have to escape.

Just after he chose another direction, he was stopped by Heishan again. The halberd in his hand pierced through the ground and he pulled hard, and Jiumoko's figure was pulled out again.

"Dog King!"

Heishan raised his hand and threw, and Fu Meng turned around and attacked Jiumoko with a fierce dog-like anus-grabbing move.

"Ah... beast, beast!"

"Qian Hu!" Jiumo Ke flew up again.

After being rubbed back and forth by several people several times, Jiumo Ke was finally thrown back in front of Yang Lingxiao. Looking around, he saw the dog paw prints on his body, which looked very embarrassing.

"Yang Lingxiao, you're going too far!!!"

"This is too much?!"

Yang Lingxiao summoned the Jingzhen Jade Sword with his backhand. The ordinary blade was now entwined with the power of destiny, as if materialized. "This sword, in the hands of my ancestor, has annihilated a total of 341 of your predecessors.

My ancestor was able to kill your predecessor, and I can use it to destroy you, Living Buddha, this is truly going too far."

"But you are not qualified enough now. You are not worthy of dying by this sword."

“This is too much!!!!”

"Great Might, Great Virtue, Great God, Great Saint Vajra!"

"Descend into a mortal body and kill this beast!" Jiumoko's eyes turned red, and he turned around and used the secret forbidden technique of the Holy Sect again.

Kill, kill Yang Lingxiao, and turn all the living people in this town into ashes.

Only in this way can he ease the hatred in his heart.

Every time the forbidden technique was used, the flesh and blood on his body would shrink an inch.

As a dazzling flash of blood flashed by, five figures with blood-red bodies appeared out of thin air, holding swords and Zen sticks, with their eyes wide open, looking a bit like the angry eyes of a Vajra.

"You, death penalty!"

Five giant figures roared continuously, and the weapons in their hands bombarded Yang Lingxiao one after another.

Why aren’t you dead yet? Why aren’t you dead yet?

Jiumo's teeth broke again and again.

This is not a forbidden technique at all, it is clearly burning one's lifespan and cultivation.

He calmed down a little after the forbidden technique was released!

If I can't escape, I will surely die.

Those eyes didn't seem to be necessary.

That is clearly what Buddha wants, so what does it have to do with me?

Thinking of this, he subconsciously looked behind him.

"presumptuous!"

Five sounds that made the void tremble exploded, followed by hands reaching out from the air.

The palm of his hand took the attack of the Five Vajras and easily shook them away. The phantoms of the Five Yellow Turban Warriors appeared, and then they grabbed the five so-called Vajras and started to rub them unreasonablely.

No matter who the young master wants to deal with, they must come out to help.

Monster, look at this heavy law of mine!

Escape, you must escape!

Jiumo Ke mobilized all his magical powers to flee backwards, but he was confronted head-on by seven black and purple paper figures who were laughing strangely.

Then he bowed deeply.

As soon as he bowed, the relics of eighteen generations preceding Master Jiumoko exploded into flying ashes.

After the second bow, Jiumoko felt that his sons and disciples who were far away in the Snow Mountain were dying one after another.

After three bows, the magic power in Jiumoko's body suddenly erupted, and then rushed into his tendons and veins, blasting a series of dense blood holes on his body.

"What is this? What is this?"

"Three kowtows to Hades, you deserve it!"

"It's thundering, go home and collect the clothes!"

"..."

The paper man laughed strangely and then turned into a stream of light and merged into the Lingxiao Secret Realm.

I originally planned to set up a formation to stop them from shouting and behaving badly, but they were too exhausted and were killed by the master head-on.

"Fellow Daoist, your methods are as ridiculous as your Buddha!" ​​Yang Lingxiao stood on the shoulder of a strong man, then looked down at Jiumo Ke who looked like a dead dog and said.

"Don't be so proud, don't be so proud!"

"I will summon the Buddha's eyes with my eyes, borrow the Buddha's lungs with my heart and lungs, and use my life to attract the eight hundred heavenly dragons of the Buddha's land to come!"

While vomiting blood, Jiumo Ke raised his hand to cover his eyes. After digging out his eyes and throwing them into the sky, he raised his hand to pierce his chest and pulled it with his backhand. His heart and lungs were scattered all over the ground.

Streams of black blood spurted out and scattered into the void, condensing into dragon shadows with bared fangs and claws. Although they had dragon bodies, they did not look like dragons at all.

The dragon shadow roared endlessly, then turned into a series of afterimages and pounced towards Yang Lingxiao.

"Blood sacrifice... Only those who are not well-trained would resort to such means!"

"Do you think you summoned a dragon?"

Yang Lingxiao pierced through a dragon shadow and lifted it into the air and asked.

"Of course not! These are the eight hundred guardian celestial dragons of the Buddha Land!"

"Even if you want to kill me, you won't have an easy life. Never!"

"Tianlong, you are indeed difficult to deal with, but I have to say that your Dharma is as ridiculous as your Buddha.

Even though I have more people than others, I have never been afraid of anyone."

"Following the order of the Three-Five Fire Train King, the Heavenly Lord of Might and Power!"

"Borrow the gold seal!"

"I beg the three hundred spirit officials to bring down their divine power to suppress this evil dragon and kill this evil!"

Tianlong?

Is he the guardian dragon?

I'm sorry, but I have five hundred spiritual officials protecting me. If you don't agree, come and argue with me!

"Buzz!"

Golden light surged up, and then led to a cluster of auspicious clouds like fish scales that scattered in all directions. The golden light condensed into a path of light, stretching across the center of the sky.

The dying Jiumo Ke felt that the vision in front of his eyes was getting darker and darker.

In a trance, when he looked at Yang Lingxiao's back, a phantom that frightened him suddenly appeared.

Three heads and eight arms, Nezha!

There is no god more evil than this one.

Rather than saying that he is a righteous god, it would be better to say that he is a real god of death.

Kill without saving, and the evil spirits will retreat.

When the power of the righteous appears, the demons begin to wail.

He has great supernatural powers and is extremely cruel and brutal!

If you meet a god, kill the god; if you meet a Buddha, kill the Buddha!

When he got ruthless, he even killed his own father, and he actually saw the shadow of Nezha in Yang Lingxiao.

What on earth did I encounter?

He has great supernatural powers, extreme means, and a cruel heart. He can kill at will, grind bones to ashes, and shatter souls.

Killing his disciples was as easy as crushing an ant.

Those eyes seemed like the law of heaven, so stern and unyielding.

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