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

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My own Xiao'er shouldn't have achieved this much.

But when he thought of the origin of the name Lingxiao, the relief on Zhenjun's face gradually turned into pride, because this was his own son.

Looking at the three realms, who dares to use the word Lingxiao?

Who is worthy of using the word two?

The expression of the great god Haihui on the side became more and more weird.

No, second brother, enough of the mud!

I just came to show you my eldest nephew. I didn't ask you to be a loving father and a filial son!

Yang Lingxiao continued his attack, dodged and pointed his finger, and the Xuanyuan Sword, carrying the aura of the king, immediately turned into a golden light and flew out.

The True Lord responded with the same action, driving the Demon-Subduing Sword to meet the Xuan-Yuan Sword.

When the two collided, the Demon-Subduing Sword immediately made a dull sword sound.

"Golden light!"

The golden axe appeared, carrying the power of auspicious clouds and slashing down in the air.

"Well done!"

"The axe can be used like this!"

The True Lord nodded slightly, raised his palm, and condensed a giant jade axe out of thin air to meet the enemy. The two axes collided with each other, making a clanging sound.

"change!"

"Turn again!"

With a deep shout, eight giant axes rose out of thin air. They spun out and in an instant condensed into a hurricane that bombarded the True Lord from all directions.

The True Lord held a white jade axe in his hand, stood in mid-air, and threw the jade axe heavily into the air.

"cut!"

The giant axe enlarged in size, bringing with it an explosive force that covered the five mountains.

"boom!"

When the two collided, a terrifying air wave spread out in all directions, cutting through countless clouds and mists.

"Demon Binding Rope!"

"Thunder Whip!"

Yang Lingxiao retreated again and again, his mind moving as the demon-binding rope pierced the fog, attempting to confine the three-pointed knife in the hands of the True Lord to its original position. As for imprisoning the True Lord, forget it, even if it was just a manifestation of his own will.

Guanjiangkou Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun, Qingyuan Miaofa Zhenjun, Sichuan Emperor, you said you want to use a demon-binding rope to tie it up?

The Demon Binding Rope quickly jumped out, trying to drag the three-pointed knife to the ground like a swimming dragon, but the three-pointed knife was surrounded by a continuous fluorescent light, and no matter how hard the Demon Binding Rope tried, it could not drag it away.

The True Lord moved his mind slightly, and then allowed the demon-binding rope to pull it away.

Lightning flashed, and Yang Lingxiao, holding a thunder whip, suddenly appeared in front of the True Lord.

The divine fire clone was activated, and eighteen thunder whips with afterimages attacked the body of the True Lord.

"Punish the criminals by command of Heaven, what a great saying! I also have a thunder whip!"

The True Lord put away the white jade axe in his hand, and a mountain-driving whip appeared in his hand and rushed towards the place where Yang Lingxiao's real body was. As for the divine fire clone, it could not get close to him even three inches away from his body.

"It's rare to see a father and son on the same stage!"

The sea god found a comfortable position and lay on his side among the clouds. He couldn't help but chuckle at the father and son coming and going.

It can turn a meeting between father and son into a clash of swords, and...

wrong!

Twenty percent wrong!

It seems that we have to let Xiaotian Dog explore the way first. As a great god of the Sea Assembly with countless magic weapons, it is not too much for him to hold a golden pagoda in his hand, right?

This is not a fight or exchange, it is clearly a magic weapon exhibition between father and son.

If you can do it, I can do it too. If you can't do it, I will still do it too. What you don't have, I have, and what you have, I have double.

Second brother, my eldest nephew is absolutely filial!

"Three Yin Demon-Slaying Blade!"

The golden knife was sharp, aiming at the True Lord's neck.

Yang Lingxiao fought more and more vigorously, and all kinds of tricks he used made Zhenjun dazzled. At first, he felt endless joy and relief in his heart, but then it turned into a lot of guilt.

But when he thought of the decree of the Heavenly Lord, he suppressed the throbbing in his heart.

"This knife is good, very sharp!"

The True Lord didn't even look at it, and casually picked up the Three Yin Demon-Slaying Sword and flew it away. The golden sword in the air suddenly split into eighty-one pieces, and then condensed into a circling dragon shadow that bit down.

"Baby, please turn around!"

Yang Lingxiao decisively chose to borrow the Immortal-Slaying Gourd from the evil spirit's hand. As soon as the gourd, which was emitting a faint fluorescent light, appeared, it chopped towards the True Lord's neck again with an invisible murderous intent.

"Immortal Slaying Flying Knife?!"

"interesting!"

The True Lord held the knife to block left and right, his body flying away like a dragon, and finally slashed with the knife, knocking the two flying knives away.

"return!"

A drop of blood spurted out, and the flying knife penetrated deeply into the treasure gourd.

"True Lord, I'm sorry!"

"Xuanwu magical power!"

"Body of the God of War, Eight-Nine Profound Arts!"

"sword!"

"gun!"

The supernatural powers are powerful and the mysterious skills are wonderful.

Coupled with the body of the God of War, Yang Lingxiao at this moment is like a ball of constantly rotating scorching sunlight, extremely masculine and strong, full of martial energy, and a layer of red-green protective divine light condenses around him.

The Xuanwu magical power rose, and a faint afterimage of the Xuanwu appeared.

"Come!"

Zhenjun said with a doting smile.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but Yang Lingxiao’s forehead was covered in cold sweat and he was already feeling a little exhausted.

"Master, I have another trick up my sleeve. Please appreciate it!"

The Heavenly Eye between Yang Lingxiao's eyebrows kept roaring, and it even felt like it resonated faintly with the Heavenly Eye of the True Lord.

Strangely, Yang Lingxiao actually felt that the True Lord phantom in front of him looked somewhat similar to him.

It’s an illusion, absolutely an illusion!

"Come!!"

The True Lord raised the three-pointed knife in his hand, and the Heavenly Eye between his eyebrows also caused the void to roar continuously.

"Sky Eye!"

"open!"

Yang Lingxiao raised his head and opened his third eye, and the dazzling golden light immediately illuminated the entire void.

"Thunder and lightning rage, breaking through boundaries and crossing the sky!"

"Well done!"

"Sky Eye, open!"

Great God Haihui: "...that's enough, are you trying to be so kind to me as to be a filial son?

Whose father and son are so kind and filial that they can open their eyes when they disagree with each other? At most, I can only carry a spear..."

"Boom!!!"

A divine light appeared between Yang Lingxiao's eyebrows, and a character that kept swaying appeared in the air.

The sudden scene caused the expressions of Xiansheng Zhenjun and Haihui Dashen to change suddenly.

The former is the god of justice, and he knows the heavenly rules and laws very well; the latter just jumps around on the edge for no reason, so he is naturally very familiar with them.

That character is the law of heaven!

In Yang Lingxiao's heavenly eyes, there is the original version of the heavenly rules!

"fall……"

Before Yang Lingxiao's voice fell, he fell straight to the ground from mid-air as if he had lost all strength, and fainted. In a trance, he seemed to see Xiansheng Zhenjun rushing towards him.

As expected, cultivation cannot be rushed.

I've even developed hallucinations from practicing!

“Xiao’er!!”

Zhenjun's expression tensed, and he quickly took Yang Lingxiao into his arms.

"Disciple!"

"Om..."

The roar continued, and as the clouds dispersed, a golden staircase descended from the sky, and then an illusory figure walked out of it, holding a nine-section divine staff and wearing a star robe.

He seemed to be blessed by the power of Huang Tian, ​​and his figure was majestic without even being angry.

"My son!!"

Three more soft chirps of the divine bird were heard, and a rosy glow appeared in the sky. From the rosy glow, three human figures walked on the divine birds.

With a light shout, the divine fire beside the great god Haihui began to sway wildly.

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