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

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Because you are too kind, you can't bear to see your enemy die in front of you, so you send him to hell first?

What kind of tricks are these!

Fu Meng looked at his master in surprise.

He always felt that what he was slashing out was not the seven souls, but the negative emotions of his master.

Seeing the aura around Shi Shaojian being released without reservation, the expressions of the people opposite him all became ugly. They simply stopped holding back and swung the coffin behind them in front of themselves.

With three claps of his hands, the coffin was shaken open by a burst of energy, revealing the contents inside. They were human figures wearing tattered iron armor, but with an extremely compelling aura.

The figure's entire body was ashen blue, and he was emitting a murderous aura that had condensed into smoke. When he slapped it open, Shi Shaojian immediately felt a chill throughout his body.

Demon soldiers?

Dragon zombie?

Ghost demon?

What the hell is this group?

"Kid, these are the martial arts champions produced by our court for thirteen generations. You should be proud of yourself for dying at their hands?" After the thirteen men said this, they drove the thirteen armored and imposing figures towards Shi Shaojian without hesitation.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

"There have only been a dozen or so martial arts champions in thousands of years!"

“Dharma body!”

A golden light flashed around Shi Shaojian, and his Taoist robe turned into a gilded armor, covered with a colorful embroidered robe, and he held a glazed crescent shovel in his hand.

"boom!"

He rushed forward with a shovel and chopped directly on the arm of one of them. The blade flipped, sending out a string of sparks. He swung it with force, and the golden rings rang continuously, with a magnificent momentum.

He swept, slapped, and poked, and his movements were like the wind all over his body.

He carried the shovel on his shoulder, bent the shovel and knocked two people away. Then he slammed one of them on the head with his backhand, and put all his strength into his arm, intending to smash the figure into pieces.

A flash of lightning passed by, and the figure just shook his head, but Shi Shaojian staggered in shock.

Damn, there's something wrong with this armor-piercing!

Shi Shaojian's eyes flashed with anger, and after looking carefully, he suddenly felt happy.

Isn’t this the lost treasure of Maoshan?

Why do you put my things on them?

Legend has it that Wild Boar Skin started the rebellion with the help of thirteen sets of iron armor, and these must be the ones.

There is actually still a trace of national destiny left in it. Isn’t that even more exciting?

"Go, tear him apart!"

Shi Shaojian's expression remained unchanged. He raised his hand and burned the tablet into the sky, then began to shake people.

We invite the Yellow Turban warrior to come!

The petition flew across the sky and turned into a golden light that landed in front of Yang Lingxiao, along with a red pen.

"allow!"

After receiving the message from the five golden heavenly generals, Yang Lingxiao grabbed the red pen and wrote the petition without hesitation.

As the grandson of Huang Tian, ​​it's not excessive for me to reject the invitation of the Yellow Turban strongman, right?

As the petition faded away, a row of Yellow Turban warriors suddenly descended from the sky, standing upright behind Shi Shaojian, lined up in a row. Although they were not as exaggerated as the ones Yang Lingxiao summoned, they were also wearing armor and holding spears.

"Boom!"

Thirteen Yellow Turban warriors rushed out together and collided directly with the thirteen figures, while Shi Shaojian set his sights on the figures in official uniforms.

Now, is it my turn?

You'd better pray that there is someone behind you, otherwise you will most likely die under the Taoist's smooth operation!

"Fellow Daoist, please don't go too far!"

Many figures from Yesao Mountain shouted angrily.

"I'm going to bully you, so what?"

The domineering and powerful man flashes with lightning all over his body. He raises his hand and throws a lightning thunder fist. Don't ask whether it works or not, just ask whether your enemy will howl.

"Thunder method, thunder method, thunder method again!"

"Do you guys at Maoshan know anything else?"

Dozens of people from Yesao Mountain retreated frequently, but a few of them were still blasted by lightning, their bodies charred and their skin torn.

Without the thunder magic, what else do you Maoshan have?

"There is a golden light covering my body!"

Everyone: "..."

"Here comes the talisman!"

A group of figures from Ye Mao Mountain waved their blood-red robes and cast black talismans at the four people. The talismans shattered, but they could not break the golden light and lightning that protected the four people.

Seeing the four people getting closer, the four leading figures raised their hands and threw a palm thunder.

"Thunder in the Palm!"

"Um?!"

The domineering and mighty look on their faces was stern. The thunder was naturally not the real thunder, but the movements they used to use the palm thunder were something that only Maoshan disciples could master.

To be precise, only the younger generation of Maoshan disciples can master it.

This method of performance was modified by Yang Lingxiao.

Borrow the thunder from the palm of your hand and store the thunder in your five fingers.

He swung his palm out and the demons scattered.

"You bastards, you actually stole my Maoshan secret manual?"

"Yin De Dharmakaya, godfather, help me!"

The four figures flashed, wearing official uniforms and armor, and waving huge swords.

Monster, do we look like your ancestors?

"Give me your guns, soldiers! Come and help me!"

"The sky thunders are rolling, the water thunders are not rising, the dragon thunders are surging, the demon thunders are surging, the community thunders are deep, and the five thunders are burning the sky!"

The four men from the east, south, west and north summoned out white spears and black soldiers, while holding steel whips in their hands and calling down thunder in the air. They stepped on the罡步, with wind and thunder in their bodies, holding whisks in their left hands, their eyes were sharp, and their Taoist spirit was everlasting.

The whip attracted lightning and then turned into a Bagua formation that pressed down on the heads of many members of the Black Sect.

Soul-stealing?

Bewitching?

Soul-stealing?

Sorry, I know thunder magic!

"Fellow Daoist, is the Dao Master's Dharma still heavy?!"

"Is it still heavy?"

Everyone in the Black Cult: "..."

"Shao Jian, quick victory!"

Yang Lingxiao's voice condensed into a thread and echoed in Shi Shaojian's ears as a reminder. There was a hint of coldness and harshness in the gentle and steady voice.

"Montenegro!"

Heishan's figure suddenly appeared, holding in his hand a disciple of Yemaoshan whose cultivation had long been abolished.

"Where did you get the Palm Thunder Secret Manual?" A steady voice suddenly exploded in the man's ears, causing a trickle of blood to seep out of his eardrum.

If you have nothing to do, you can go to Maoshan and dig up some green bricks, as long as you can bear the heavy magic of the Taoist priest.

But it would be interesting if you wanted to secretly learn the Maoshan secrets!

Not only you, but even your ancestors for eighteen generations will be in trouble. Don't doubt the murderous intentions of those seniors in the headquarters. Stealing the secret manual is tantamount to shaking the foundation of an entire sect.

If I don’t save you, who will I save?!

"Master, they bought the secret manual from two men named Ah Hao and Ah Qiang for five dollars.

Besides, they restrained the water dragon vein in order to revive the ancestor of Yemao Mountain, Maolong."

Fu Meng listened for a while, then opened his mouth and began to tell the story. With every word he spoke, Heishan's eyelids twitched.

Dog King, when you turn into dog meat hotpot, I will definitely use fewer chopsticks to eat it, to preserve the friendship between you and me.

By the way, I like spicy food. Could you add more chili peppers?

Tell me, didn’t you see that the folding fan in the master’s hand was making a soft sound?

"Five oceans!"

"I didn't realize that the thing I spent two years on was only worth five dollars."

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