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

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"I'm not going to play with you anymore!"

"Divine Fire!"

The golden fire rolled, immediately blocking Mao Long's sight.

"Master, first break the formation in the distance. That will bring us the good karma of Maoshan!"

"Thunder comes!"

Yang Lingxiao held the Qingguang sword in his hand, raised the sword and threw it down. The Qingguang sword immediately fell into the group of evil cultivators in the distance. Thunder rumbled in the sky, and the edge of the Qingguang sword caused cracks to appear in the blood sacrifice formation.

The sword flashed fiercely, and then another flag fell from the sky.

The upper Qing Dynasty can capture evil, but it can only kill and not save!

Thunder magic can actually be used like this!

A flash of lightning appeared in Shi Shaojian's calm eyes, and then he turned to look at his uncle Jiu who was standing beside him.

Uncle Jiu: "...Big Brother, can I go back to the charity cemetery now?"

"boom!"

As Shi Shaojian rubbed the heavenly thunder and smashed it out, the formation that was already full of cracks immediately collapsed into nothingness.

"Shangqing, Shangqing?"

"How dare you use the name of Shangqing?" Looking at the flags in the distance that contained heavenly thunder, Mao Long's back teeth were almost broken.

Why do they dare to call themselves Shangqing?

Just when countless evil cultivators were rejoicing that they had escaped disaster, the gradually solidifying figures behind them made them completely give up hope.

The Thunder King leads the way, dressed in the uniform of a headmaster, followed by Ghost Seer, dressed in the uniform of a deputy headmaster, and Qianhe and Mao Chunhua, with shining eyes, ready to fight in the peak match at any time.

These people have already made almost half of them beyond saving!

When Yang Lingxiao appeared with bare feet, wearing a Xuanlong uniform and a white jade and gold-inlaid belt around his waist.

They can be sure that they are hopeless!

Especially those dozen or so evil practitioners who claim to be from the Mahayana sect, now they wish they could find a place to dig a hole and bury themselves.

It is better to offend King Yama than to offend the Little Thunder King.

"Youngsters, if you ruin my plans, I will kill you!"

The demonic energy around Mao Long shook, and he raised his hand and shot out a blood talisman, hitting Yang Lingxiao.

Uncle Jiu was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He met the attack with a palm thunder. While using thunder magic to break the evil and shatter the blood talisman, Uncle Jiu grabbed a seemingly ordinary copper coin sword.

The peach wood sword is lightly held horizontally, and the hands are pointing at the sword.

With a slight thought, a constantly rotating Bagua formation appeared behind him.

This is Uncle Nine’s semi-ultimate form.

Yang Lingxiao sighed from a distance.

Do you understand the value of the Holy Master of All Realms?

Do you understand the sense of security that the name Uncle Jiu brings?

really!

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai are Uncle Jiu's calamity!

Ever since he accepted Erwu, he felt more relaxed, his mind became clearer, and his state of mind and cultivation improved rapidly.

The talisman gives birth to the Eight Trigrams, which at first glance appears to be just an Eight Trigrams formation, but is actually a magical power that Uncle Jiu realized on his own.

As the Bagua Formation flew out, the golden light contained in it immediately shook Mao Long away.

Golden light shone through his body, and Mao Long's expression froze immediately!

"Is this... a meritorious service to enlightenment?"

"Okay, okay, such a body is what this ancestor deserves..."

"Boom!"

Before Mao Long finished speaking, rolling thunder shadows immediately rose up from Shi Jian's body. The thunder shadows turned over and pressed towards him with overwhelming momentum.

"What did you say?"

Mao Long: "...impulsive, this young man is too impetuous!"

"Master, now that the people have been rescued, it's time for us to take action!"

The fact that villains die because they talk too much applies not only to villains, but also to other people.

If I am not strong enough, I can still bear your cowardice. If I am strong enough and have the entire sect behind me, can I bear your cowardice?

"Golden light!"

"Om!!"

Once the full-level Golden Light Curse burst out, the power contained in it not only made the evil cultivators in the distance feel like they were seeing a grandmother, but also made Shi Jian and others reveal complicated and strange expressions.

"Big Brother, is this still the Golden Light Mantra?"

Taoist Qianhe's throat felt a little dry.

I'm not there either!

The beloved disciple turned around and hit the enemy with an axe, and asked them if they were dumbfounded.

Shi Jian is not much better. Not to mention the full-level Golden Light Curse, his own beloved disciple has become a heavenly master?

"cut!"

The golden light surged and condensed into an axe shadow, slashing towards Mao Long and others from a distance.

"Still not taking action?"

"The demonic energy is overwhelming, the demon is riding the dragon!"

Nitiantong was going crazy. Golden light, golden light again, and golden light again!

There are only two things he least wants to see in his life. One is Wang Lingguan's whip, and the other is golden light.

Even though Yang Lingxiao's cultivation was weaker than theirs, there seemed to be an extra element of Gengjin in this golden light. Fortunately, Yang Lingxiao's cultivation was not as good as theirs, otherwise the two of them would have their heads rolling on the ground by now.

"The devil devours life, and its claws tear the sky apart!"

Mao Long on the side also felt a chill in his heart.

Then came a strong sense of resentment.

When he was weak, he was beaten by the old man from Maoshan. After he finally became strong, he was beaten by a group of little monsters again.

In a trance, a figure wearing bright silver armor, a long cloak that drags on the ground, a Three Mountains Flying Phoenix Crown on his head, and holding a three-pointed, double-edged sword suddenly appeared in front of Mao Long.

This is not the most terrifying thing!

The most terrifying thing was that the figure overlapped with the little monster in the distance.

The divine pattern between the eyebrows flickered... Isn't this the True Lord Xiansheng?

"Array, get up!"

Yang Lingxiao shouted in a deep voice, and golden light flashed continuously. All the disciples of Ye Mao Mountain, along with many evil cultivators, were dragged into the Eight Diagrams of Gods and Ghosts.

The golden light kept turning, and when Mao Long and Ni Tiantong stood still, they saw a number of golden Shangqing Dadong talismans falling from the sky.

Unable to dodge, Ni Tian Tong once again relived the feeling of being awakened to truth, goodness and beauty by Lord Lingguan.

The sand and dust were flying, and every inch of sand seemed to have life and swirled towards the two of them.

Just as the two of them retreated, the scene that was filled with dust and sand immediately turned into a hell of fire. The karmic fire rolled and transformed into dragon shadows that pounced on the chests of the two.

"Illusion array?!"

"Little tricks!"

"The devil is in chaos and will kill you!" Mao Long shouted in a deep voice, then slapped out a giant blood-colored talisman that fell to the ground, causing the ground to shatter and collapse inch by inch.

So, the two fell into the icy hell again.

The center of the Eight Diagrams Formation.

"Junior Brother Ling Xiao, this is the Bagua Formation. No, it seems to be the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation, or the Dragon Gate Formation... Such a complicated formation is definitely not something that ordinary people can master!"

Uncle Jiu carefully observed the constantly flipping image in the distance, and then he kept deducing in his mind, but in the end he didn't see even a trace of it.

"Uncle Master, let's talk about the formation later!"

"Master, three uncles, please support me!"

Yang Lingxiao changed his sword into a knife, the blade rang softly, armor appeared, his cloak vibrated, and his heavenly eyes contained spirit.

"Xiao'er, just go ahead!"

"Master and uncle are here!"

Shi Jian was distracted for a moment, then responded by waving the whisk in his hand.

"Array Spirit!"

"It's up to you to control the formation and change it!"

Eight spirits appeared, holding command flags and standing around the center of the formation. With a wave of the flag, all the people from Maoshan were dispersed to other formations.

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