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

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"Instead of progress, we're regressing?"

"interesting!"

"My dear nephew, what do you think cultivation is?"

The great god Haihui asked while standing in mid-air with his feet on the divine fire.

Isn't cultivation just about killing the enemy and sending all of his ancestors down to hell to be reincarnated?

The distracting thoughts in Yang Lingxiao's mind flashed away, but the look of relief and satisfaction in the eyes of the great god Haihui in the distance became more and more intense.

The one who raised me cannot be killed, the one who treated me like a son cannot be killed, my fellow disciples cannot be killed, and the rest can be killed!

If you don't accept it, just do it. It's fine if you don't practice Taoism, but if you practice Taoism and still endure it, then wouldn't all your practice be in vain?

This is why he values ​​Yang Lingxiao.

This guy is serious when he is serious, and he never drags his feet when killing. He kills you when he says he will. The enemies left behind by him are no longer enemies, but chess pieces thrown into the chessboard by him, which can be harvested at any time.

Is the enemy still a human being?

If you treat your enemies as human beings, doesn't that mean you will commit the sin of killing and incur karma?

He has a lot of trump cards, surprising origins, and endless methods. He teaches people to kill with a violent and rampant nature.

If gods stand in the way, they will kill gods; if they stand in the way of Buddha, they will kill Buddha!

Isn't this just a replica of myself?

"Uncle San, in my eyes, cultivation is all about becoming stronger so I can overthrow those old bald donkeys who keep talking about morality and justice."

He is a vindictive person.

Letting go is the Buddha’s business, but his ancestor taught him to hold on.

Never mind the Vajra Buddha, just string together a three-pointed knife.

It doesn’t matter if you can’t win!

Maoshan lacks everything except people.

At worst, I could run back to the main temple and cry while hugging Tianzun’s table.

"interesting!"

"How about Uncle San give you another set of weapons?"

The great god Hai Hui smiled lightly and clenched his hands. The air was stained with scarlet Samadhi True Fire and turned into blood light. The halo turned and a divine fire spear with flame cloud pattern on it fell from the air.

Behind the spear is a set of flame armor. The armor is not heavy, but looks particularly light.

Along with the armor came a Qingguang sword wrapped in divine light!

"The Secret Technique of the Heavenly Lord!"

"Ling Xiao, Ling Xiao, I will give you a magical power, three heads and six arms, and divine eyesight given by heaven."

As the Great God of Haihui chanted, the starry Taoist robe on Yang Lingxiao's body was immediately replaced by a divine fire armor, and a golden crown was tied on his head, with golden Taoist patterns of heavenly soldiers.

The energy flowed throughout his body, and the magic power in his body was also churning wildly.

As the golden light flashed, Yang Lingxiao immediately transformed into a three-headed, eight-armed creature, with golden fire in his body and thunder in his eyes.

He held a lance in his left hand and a trident in his right hand.

The six arms at the back hold the Xuanyuan Sword, the Qinggang Sword, the gold brick, the gold seal, the Yin Emperor's seal, and the Bao Diao Divine Bow respectively.

Three heads and eight arms, the Dharma is bestowed by heaven.

“Ling Xiao Ling Xiao!”

"I'll give you another Samadhi True Fire!"

"If you can refining fire into your body, you can send forth my decrees!"

"Let's go back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Lingxiao's figure appeared in the system space again. Apart from the armor and magical powers on his body, there was only a constantly jumping divine fire.

As the flames approached, Yang Lingxiao suddenly felt his blood boiling.

Even the strong magic power in his body began to circulate involuntarily.

"Nephew thanks Uncle San!"

After dispersing his magical powers, Yang Lingxiao bowed deeply to the void, and then turned his attention back to the jumping divine fire.

The fire he drove out with the help of talismans was called Samadhi True Fire, and the fire he displayed with magic was also called Samadhi True Fire.

This divine fire is driven by the great god Haihui, and its divine power can be imagined.

After a little thought, he decided to take the divine fire into his body.

In an instant, Yang Lingxiao felt an uncontrollable pain coming over him.

The divine fire seeped into the bone marrow, then rushed in all directions uncontrollably, with magic power and blood boiling.

In a moment of carelessness, his blood and energy were immediately churning, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood with a fishy smell.

The divine fire continued to strike, and black blood continued to flow from the corners of Yang Lingxiao's mouth, as if an invisible giant hand was trying to extract something from his body.

The flames seeped into his limbs and bones, then broke through his skin and burned fiercely.

"Eight-Nine Profound Arts, Turn!!!"

With a loud shout, the mysterious skill immediately changed.

It was unknown how long had passed before Yang Lingxiao's turbulent blood and energy finally stopped. Upon closer inspection, it was much stronger than before.

The hidden damage caused by practicing the mysterious skills also disappeared completely at this moment.

Not only that, the divine fire seemed to have found an outlet and turned directly into his magic power.

Through layers of calcination and tempering, its peaceful and pure magical power has gained a subtle and fierce force.

After being burned for eighteen cycles, the divine fire seemed to have exhausted all its strength and rushed straight into the center of Yang Lingxiao's eyebrows.

In the arena in the distance.

"Ancestor, please don't force me, don't force me!"

Looking at his ancestor who was approaching him, Fu Meng, who had changed into human form, bit his back teeth repeatedly, and his pair of green eyes turned into a fierce scarlet.

"You are worthy of being forced?!"

You deserve it too!

These three words seemed to arouse the ferocity in Fu Meng's bones. He turned over and transformed into the form of Di Ting, rushing forward with a bone stick in his mouth.

The power of the merit between the eyebrows turned over, seeped into the unicorn horn and evolved into golden divine thunder.

The divine thunder turned into a sword and slammed towards the lazy Di Ting.

"You are Di Ting, and I am also Di Ting now. Are you afraid of me now?"

"Godfather, I'm sorry!"

Although the domineering and powerful moves are bold and open, there are also some extremely insidious moves.

Don’t ask how strong your godfather is, just ask yourself whether you can defeat them by conquering three routes?

"Little brat!!"

The phantoms of the four generals of the Demon Family all opened their eyes and turned to press towards the four people with overwhelming momentum.

Zuo Qianhu's battle with himself was also coming to an end.

Both figures had their arms cut off, and their bodies were covered with dense scars, some so deep that the bones were visible.

Even so, the two men's offensive has not slowed down, but has become faster and faster.

Only attacking and not defending, this is the power of the Martial Saint in the world!

"Demon, demon, demon!"

After three roars, the image of the Martial Saint immediately appeared behind Zuo Qianhu.

Fashang held the knife and slashed at the figure in the distance.

The figure was not willing to be outdone, and the Gengjin energy around his body surged continuously, condensing into a lifelike image of the Martial Saint.

The two Dharma images collided with each other, shaking the arena where the two people were.

"Borrow the law, borrow the law, borrow the law!"

Yan Chixia held the sword in his hand and activated the sword formation, which also gave rise to an extremely violent dragon that rushed forward.

Pudu Cihang restrained his attack and responded with his true body.

The attack never stops and the collision never ceases.

An unknown amount of time passed before the phantom that was fighting against them finally dissipated when everyone was exhausted.

“It feels so good, so good!”

Captain Zuo shouted in relief, as if the arm that was cut off was not his at all.

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