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

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In other words, the True Lord asked me to chop him off!

My own True Lord is kind-hearted, but he is different!

Since you are a demon, then die. There is no good thing about demons. All demons deserve to die.

After he finished speaking, the crescent-shaped sword in his hand began to roar continuously.

"Don't panic!"

Yang Lingxiao raised his hand gently.

Is Zhao Wuji weak? Actually not!

The cultivation level of the second level of the Heavenly Master naturally seems a little weak, but he is really capable.

Zhou You's Dharma Eye was passed down by successive generations of ancestors, but Zhao Wuji relied on his own talent to cultivate the rudiments of the Dharma Eye.

However, before he could activate his magic eyes, the corpse poison controlled by the demon Chen Pojun broke out in a riot.

Being able to cultivate the Dharma Eye can no longer be described as genius, but rather as an unparalleled genius.

As for people like Zuo Qianhu, they are monsters!

"It's out of the way!"

"Let's save them first. It doesn't matter if we mention the rest later."

Yang Lingxiao let go of the folding fan in his hand and pointed his sword at the mad Zhao Wuji.

"Meditation!"

"Clean your mouth!"

"Purify yourself!"

"An Ling!"

The three great spells came out at the same time, and as the three spells turned into golden light and flew out, Zhao Wuji, who had been extremely manic just now, immediately became calm. With the fall of the last spell to calm the soul, the madness in his eyes immediately subsided a lot.

"Golden light!"

With a light shout, golden light rushed into Zhao Wuji's body like countless steel needles. The golden light ignited fire and immediately suppressed the corpse poison churning in his body.

Yang Lingxiao had his own way to burn away the corpse poison in Zhao Wuji's body with golden light.

But not now!

"Pfft!"

With a mouthful of black blood spurting out, Zhao Wuji finally regained consciousness.

"Thank you, my friend!"

He had seen the Golden Light Curse of the old Taoist priest from Mount Longhu, but its power was far less domineering than the golden light driven out by Yang Lingxiao. Rather than saying that he was using golden light, it would be better to say that he was using a divine technique.

"My humble self, Yang Lingxiao from Maoshan, greets you, Senior!"

"The Taoist sects in the world are one family. Senior, there is no need to be so polite!"

Yang Lingxiao answered calmly.

"But how did you, Senior, come to face that vicious creature inside?"

Zhao Wuji looked a little embarrassed.

You can't say that it was because of my recklessness that I almost died at the hands of the monster inside, right?

In the end, he almost died!

"I'm not worthy of being called a senior, my friend. My fellow disciples and I passed by this place and wanted to eliminate the monsters inside, but we almost died at their hands."

Zhao Wuji did not hide anything and immediately began to tell the story.

Among all the Taoist disciples in the world, only the Maoshan disciples attach the most importance to rules and etiquette. Zhao Wuji couldn't help feeling a little at a loss when being called "senior" by the sect's head brother.

After all, as a senior, I almost died in it before.

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Nine deaths!

Death!

Since they are still alive in the calamity, does that mean that the calamity of death has passed?

The calamity befell the demon, and Yang Lingxiao was the one who pulled him out of it.

This is a great favor!

Just as he was speaking, eight men from the east, south, west and north appeared quickly, tearing through the void with their domineering and powerful aura. Zhao Wuji couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

What a domineering aura, what a rampant momentum, and what a stable heart of Tao.

I haven’t heard that Maoshan has so many elite soldiers?

"Big Brother, we've severed the earth veins ourselves and deployed three thousand white spearmen and black soldiers to feed the transformed zombies glutinous rice water... no, to convert them!"

The four domineering and powerful men spoke in a muffled voice, but their four pairs of eyes were closely following Zhao Wuji.

There's something wrong with this person's eyes!

"Well done!"

"When the sun rises, we'll wake up the thing inside. Shao Jian, you take command!"

Yang Lingxiao gave orders casually.

Brush zombies?

Excuse me!

He prefers debating with Tianzhongtian rather than killing zombies.

Anyway, the right of interpretation lies with him, so no matter how he argues, he will lose.

"Follow the law!"

Shi Shaojian responded calmly.

What if you can’t defeat the zombies?

Sorry, come here and fuck him with your godfather!

It doesn’t matter if you really can’t do it. At worst, you can just hug your senior brother’s thigh and cry.

"Fu Meng!"

"Master, I understand!"

Fu Meng and Qiongqi pounced out together, and in the blink of an eye they turned into two streaks of light and disappeared.

Only two slight gusts of wind were left behind.

In the bloody barrier.

After absorbing the corpse qi of three thousand zombies, Chen Pojun suddenly stopped.

Those Taoist priests outside have such hot blood and energy. If I can devour them, and add the corpse qi they devoured and the gravekeepers I left behind, I may be able to step into the realm of the demon in one step.

With the magic decree in his body, he was even more fearless.

Today, I can’t kill myself!

Thinking of this, he quickly cast his unscrupulous gaze through the void and cast it on the domineering and mighty man.

As for Yang Lingxiao... he is so frail, his aura is ethereal, and he poses no threat at all. Let's see what he is doing, what... wait, that frail pretty boy, I seem to have seen him somewhere before!

"Have you thought of it?"

Zhao Wuji said to Zhou You who was standing beside him.

"Brother, I'm just pedantic, not stupid!"

"Friend Yang, you are the noble man who saved us from death!"

Everyone around him frowned slightly, and then looked at his senior brother with the same look as Uncle Jiu.

Zao Wou-Ki: “…”

"You still call him little friend, but his cultivation level is already on par with mine!"

After these words were spoken, Zhou You's expression changed again and again, and finally turned into a light sigh.

You have to admit that there are such things as monsters in this world.

"Look at those three guys again!"

Zhou You looked over and saw that Zuo Qianhu was only at the ninth level of Earth Master, while Yan Chixia was at the peak of the fifth level of Heaven Master. As for Heishan, he couldn't see him at all and could only feel the oppressive evil aura from him.

These three people could never be from Maoshan.

In other words, they are most likely Yang Lingxiao's subordinates.

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered, and he had already made some decisions in his heart.

He is not afraid of heavenly calamity, has amazing luck, is gifted, possesses supernatural powers, and has a strong aura of nobility around him.

How can such a person be simple?

The identity of the leader of the Dragon Tiger Sect...Is it okay if I'm not even a dog?

Don’t you agree, junior brother?

Zhou You: “…”

Time passed, and as the first rays of morning light shone, Shi Shaojian led nine people and took action.

"Gou Shaojian, I'm ready!"

Fu Meng strolled out, pulling on his tiger-skin shorts, and shouted.

If more than three hundred Five Thunder Talismans were activated at the same time, the thing inside would definitely be extremely excited.

"Domineering and powerful, east, west, south, north, call for help!"

Eight people immediately jumped out, using inch-by-inch lightning, and then each of them condensed a giant fist print and slammed it heavily on the barrier formed by the blood thunder.

Thunder flashed and the barrier roared.

"Come again!!"

"Lightning Thunder Fist!!"

The standardized assembly line's Thunder Fist rolled and blasted the barrier again, causing it to shake endlessly.

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