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

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"You all know Zhao Yun and Zhao Zilong, right?"

"He went in and out seven times, stabbing Cao Cao and asking, whose general is this? He is so brave!"

The figure revealed a mysterious meaning.

This caused the eyes of the four people in front to turn emerald green.

Zhao Yun, he is the most powerful among the powerful. If he is invited out, let alone a small fat Zhuge Kongping, even if all the strength of Maoshan is used, what can he do?

Don’t you, Zhuge Kongping, claim to be the descendant of Zhuge Kongming? Then please ask Zhao Yun to come and fight you face to face, general against general.

"So, the person inside is Zhao Yun, Zhao Zilong?!"

"no!"

The leader of the Black Cult shook his head somewhat awkwardly.

"You've all heard of Han De, right? He fought back and forth with Zhao Yun. They were family. He even took six of his shots and remained undefeated..."

Hande?

The other four Taoists raised their brows again and again, and their expressions became weirder and weirder.

If they remembered correctly, his four sons were stabbed into blood gourds one by one by Zhao Yun, and in the end, Han De could not resist for many more moves.

He was killed with one shot, and the extra shot was just the opponent's reaction to the attack.

Is this also a powerful general?

Are you fucking telling me this is a fierce general?

I'm going to kiss your second uncle's teapot!

What? Dig it out and listen to them talk about the family massacre?

The people of Maoshan do have the ability to look down on us, but what are you looking for these five things for?

Go take a rest! Go take a rest!

The four of them looked gloomy and wanted to find a place to hang the leader of the Black Cult.

Damn you!

"Walk!!"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't go. At least you managed to withstand six attacks, six attacks..."

"How dare you insult my father and son!!"

Just as they were about to get up and leave, the evil spirit in the valley in front of them roared again, and the evil spirit leaked out, like a bloody mouth that swallowed the five people.

When the cold wind died down, there was nothing left except a few scattered footprints.

Right in the center of the valley!

"Dad, with these bastards, we can get out!" The bloody energy condensed into hurricanes. The hurricanes turned over and over, revealing four figures wearing tattered armor and bloody flesh.

"Humph!"

"You're just a bunch of trash. Going out in a body like this is truly a disgrace to our father and me!"

Before the four figures could finish their words, a slightly older voice snorted coldly, and the murderous aura rose again, chopping every inch of sand and stone into flying ashes.

Five people appeared together, and the Taoist who was captured by the evil spirit finally opened his eyes with difficulty. Before they could make any move, a group of shriveled and bloody hands suddenly stretched out.

"symbol……"

"Snapped!"

Before the Black Cult leader could slap the talisman in his hand, the dry hand flew out quickly and twisted his neck into a knot, then slapped his hand back, and the soul of the Black Cult leader was pulled out.

"But it's better than nothing!"

"Choose one!"

The old figure in the center shouted in a deep voice.

As the voice fell, the person appeared. In the terrified eyes of the other four figures, the shriveled hand got closer and closer to them until their souls were sucked out of their bodies.

After a while, several figures with sullen faces, wearing tattered iron armor and exuding murderous aura suddenly appeared.

"I, Han De, have built a lifelong reputation, but I was shattered by that old scoundrel Zhao Yun. It would have been fine if I had died, but even my soul cannot rest in peace."

"That old scoundrel Zhao Yun not only killed you and me, but he also imprisoned us here. However, Heaven has its eyes.

When we get out, we must find the reincarnation of that old man and grind him into ashes to vent our hatred."

Hande, holding a giant axe, spoke in a gloomy voice. The aura of a sea of ​​blood and corpses surrounded him, making his iron-blue face even more hideous.

"Dad, this is something the old monk gave us. He said we can use it to find the old man's reincarnation!"

At this time, Han Ying, who had seized the body of the Black Cult leader and was holding a Fang Tian Hua Ji, took out a bronze mirror engraved with dragon patterns from his arms and handed it to Han De and said.

Han De reached out to take it, and looked down. He saw that the fluorescent light on the bronze mirror slowly gathered until it condensed into an extremely blurry human figure.

Looking closely, one could barely make out that it was a Taoist priest.

"Taoist priest?!"

"Old man!"

"This time you better be able to shoot through all five of us, my father and son!"

"go!"

Holding a giant axe, Han De stood up first and walked towards the outside of the valley. With a wave of his arm, tattered battle flags rose from the evil aura behind him.

The evil spirit collapsed, revealing countless figures wearing weapons.

"Old man, let's see how you die this time!!!"

Hande's four sons also had murderous intent on their faces, and the overwhelming murderous intent made the expressions on their faces become more hideous and distorted.

As Hande and the others left, the evil spirit and gloomy wind in the entire valley suddenly dissipated completely, leaving only countless bones buried in the sand and weapons that had long been decayed and unrecognizable scattered in it.

After a long time.

"Son, let me tell you, this time I paid a huge price for this information. There are several old ghosts from the Three Kingdoms period here."

"An old ghost that's over 1,500 years old is a treasure among treasures."

"Catch him back, and your father's collection will be expanded!"

Under the moonlight, Zhuge Kongping, dressed in a Taoist robe, with a Bagua mirror hanging on his chest and various magical weapons on his back, arrived late with his son. He was armed to the teeth.

"More than 1,500 years?"

"Dad, won't it get moldy?"

"What's the point of getting moldy? Haven't you heard that things become more flavorful the older they are?"

"I see, Dad. So this is why you like older people?"

Zhuge Kongping: "..."

When he saw the footsteps all over the ground, Zhuge Kongping's face immediately wrinkled into a ball. He leaped a few times with his magical power and then turned into a shadow and appeared in the center of the valley.

Looking around, there was nothing but corpses scattered all over the ground, not even a trace of evil energy left.

Oh my god, where is my own collection?

How many collections do you have that are so big?

These days, collections can even run away!

"Beast...beast! People's hearts have changed. Nowadays, even demons and monsters are being robbed. The world is going downhill and morality has collapsed!"

"Son, please ask the Grandmaster to send troops to deal with these bastards who stole my collection!"

Zhuge Kongping rubbed his eyes repeatedly and then let out a sharp roar.

Despite the loud roar, the gleam in Zhuge Kongping's eyes remained unchanged.

After searching for a long time, I finally found a few extremely strange footsteps.

"Dad, what are you looking at the sand for?"

"I see your uncle's heels aren't touching the ground, his footsteps are only two or three centimeters deep. This is a typical sign of a corpse possessed by a ghost."

"Damn it, a corpse is possessed, and the death is wailing!"

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