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

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That night, in the main hall of the charity cemetery.

Yang Lingxiao's figure finally appeared, but before Fu Meng could speak, he closed his eyes again and immersed himself in cultivation. He was crazy and could not live without it.

Fu Meng's dog eyes tilted, and he turned to Heishan beside him and asked, "If I saw correctly, the master ignored me and gave me a look that looked like he was going to fly to heaven?"

Heishan outside the door: "...Do you want to listen to what you are saying?"

“Master, master, life is short, it would be a pity not to use it to overthrow the ancestors.

I don't know where the Zimu River is, otherwise I would have used river water to make tea for our ancestors three times a day!"

"Hehehe, ancestor..."

Montenegro:"……"

This dog seems to have become more abnormal. Why do I say more?

Fu Meng lay on the ground and gently closed his eyes. He used his magical powers to search for various kinds of information. He would take a closer look at anything that was beneficial to Yang Lingxiao.

He would record everything that posed a threat to Yang Lingxiao.

Do not ask!

You are already plotting against me in your heart, doesn't that mean you will put it into action soon? Doesn't this mean you want to harm me?

Among the many voices, Fu Meng paused for a long time in front of only one voice.

Changing the path... the underworld... chaotic reincarnation... going against human nature.

This was not the first time he had heard this voice, but when he wanted to hear it again, the voice seemed to disappear again, as if what he heard was fake.

Change lanes, change your lane!

Can you find humanity?

Humanity does exist, but it is not obvious. You still want to cause trouble. I'll fuck you!

"brush!"

Suddenly, Fu Meng opened his eyes startled by two particularly special auras.

When he opened his eyes, Fu Meng was immediately faced with a face with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes. He was holding a folding fan in his hand, and there was a golden and silver divine light between his eyebrows. His master's appearance seemed to be somewhat similar to his.

This one, I’m not familiar with!

But he was familiar with the other one. Wasn't he his master's third uncle, the nemesis of the dragon clan, the invincible killer who would poke a few holes in your body and make you bleed if he didn't agree with you? Was he a great god, the great god of the Sea of ​​Gods?

"Second brother, this little guy is awake!"

God Haihui reached out and rubbed Fu Meng's huge head and said.

Who so and so?

Second brother?

Totally spicy!

Totally spicy!

The master's father is here. By the way, why hasn't the Sun-Swallowing God sent him a message recently?

An unknown god who was writing a judgment: "..."

That's not right. If the master notices this, no, no, the master has the ability to see through people's hearts. If he notices this...

Thinking of this, Fu Meng used his magic power to raise the bone stick and hit himself with it.

Damn Heishan, when you die I will go to your grave every day to pee.

Heishan, who was completely unaware of the situation, said: "...Could this dog be rabid?"

"What a clever little thing!"

Xiansheng Zhenjun raised his hand and summoned, and a golden light covered the divine tablets of 90% of the ancestors of Maoshan. As for the remaining ones, there was no need to hide them, and they could not be hidden.

"Then I'll give you a Thunder Apricot to help you control the power of wind and thunder. Forget about what happened today!"

The True Lord raised his hand and shot out a thunder apricot, then he turned his gaze to Yang Lingxiao, who was surrounded by heavenly thunder, with formations set up outside, paper figures around him, and a golden light protecting his body. Behind him, the dragon seal and the phantom of the spiritual official were looming.

This child is so cautious.

Looking at Yang Lingxiao's young face, Zhenjun gradually fell into deep thought.

This face, I think I only have 6 points, and the remaining 4 points...

He has never seen a genius because he is a genius.

But he had never seen young people so high-spirited, not counting the great god Haihui beside him. He was not high-spirited at all, he was clearly driving the enemy crazy.

But now it’s different. He truly witnessed the youthful vigor and vitality of a young man, and this person is his own son.

What did he do when he was young?

Zhenjun thought for a long time, and finally only had two words to explain.

Practice!

The crazy practice was countless times crazier than Yang Lingxiao's.

But what happened later?

Later, everything seemed to return to the starting point.

As he was thinking, the True Lord slowly raised his hand and touched Yang Lingxiao's face. This caused the Dragon Seal to riot, and golden light appeared, which directly brought Yang Lingxiao out of his state of cultivation.

The divine light of the Heavenly Eye appeared immediately, the Xuanyuan Sword rang, and the aura of the Human King was firmly attached to his body.

"When did the system space have such a function?"

"Dog system, is this how it works?"

A hint of doubt flashed across Yang Lingxiao's eyes, and then they regained their depth and calmness.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Xiansheng Zhenjun staring at me. Anyone would be terrified, not to mention that there was a smiling Haihui God next to him.

But Yang Lingxiao is different.

Since he obtained the system space, the Manifestation of the Sage True Lord has killed him a total of 803 times, and the Great God of the Sea Assembly has killed him more than 500 times.

The more you see it, the more numb you become.

Fortunately, the True Lord was not wearing armor!

"True Lord, please try the sword!"

With a slight thought, the figures of three people suddenly appeared on the ring. Zhenjun just took a quick glance and smiled lightly. So that's it.

Isn't this kid messing around?

"Okay, let me try your knife!"

The True Lord smiled lightly, and the folding fan in his hand immediately turned into a three-pointed knife, which he turned horizontally, showing his invincible posture.

really.

I can’t beat him in a fight, I can’t win in an argument, I can’t compare in experience, and I can’t be as handsome as him.

True Lord, how about you leave a way out for all men in the world?

Yang Lingxiao subconsciously turned the Xuanguan magic fan lightly, and then summoned the three-pointed knife in the same way.

This scene made the eyes of the great god Haihui in the distance shine.

Second brother, I have another secret. Are you sure you don’t want to follow me to steal the tower?

"brush!"

Yang Lingxiao attacked first, his figure graceful, the three-pointed knife in his hand seemed to have become a part of him, his moves changed constantly, and murderous intent emerged endlessly.

Zhenjun held the knife in one hand and just defended himself, but the relief in his eyes became more and more obvious.

"Hurry, you can go faster!"

While guiding, Zhenjun counterattacked with a knife. Just a few slashes made Yang Lingxiao feel cold all over.

What does it mean to be varied? This is the true variety.

It attacks your legs, but it is your neck and back that make you cold.

Yang Lingxiao's eyes were filled with golden light as he kept watching the movements of the True Lord in front of him.

This True Lord seems to be a little different from usual.

The doubt was only fleeting.

"True Lord, I am not your nephew who is only a little bit short of everything. The ancestor gave me the name Lingxiao, which means that I cannot be defeated!"

Yang Lingxiao opened fire at full force, frequently displaying knife skills, spear skills, stick skills, and sword skills. He wielded the knife like a vicious dragon and turned over like a fierce dragon. After a series of rounds, the color of understanding in his eyes became more and more intense.

Young people are full of vigor and ambition, ready to take on any challenge!

Unruly and with a sharp heart!

Zhenjun's movements slowed down a bit, and the look he gave Yang Lingxiao was filled with relief, but also with guilt.

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