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

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He raised his hand and grabbed, bombarding the Ghost King with a barrage of attacks.

Yang Ba's attack was even more ruthless. He grabbed the ghost king's restraint with all his strength, raised his hand and pulled out the two fangs from the ghost king's mouth.

With a push of his big hand, the Ghost King was immediately embedded in the stone wall next to him.

Before it could roar, four golden iron whips had already landed on its bloody mouth.

After thirty breaths.

"Kill Order!"

The four men's fingers contained gold, and golden light permeated the golden swords. The four golden swords instantly pierced through the Ghost King's body and nailed him to the ground.

Pool after pool of green blood splattered out, with an extremely foul smell.

"die!"

Four halberds were raised, and they were about to nail the man to the ground.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

A ball of extremely dazzling blood light exploded from the Ghost King's body. Thanks to the blessing of the blood light, the aura around him became more ferocious and violent.

He opened his mouth and spit out a stream of water mist mixed with ghostly energy, which hit the four people head-on.

"not good!"

Yang Lingxiao's expression turned fierce, and he quickly rushed out. With the help of thunder magic, he grabbed four people and rushed to the back.

He raised his foot and stepped on the ghost king's face, which immediately turned into a shoe horn.

"Yellow spring water!"

"interesting!"

"sword!"

"True Lord!" Zhao Wuji quickly pushed Yan Chixia aside and handed his black sword to Yang Lingxiao with both hands.

As long as I am willing enough, I will definitely become the confidant of the True Lord.

Yang Lingxiao smiled slightly, grabbed the black sword and flew forward. He raised his finger and flicked it. The dragon and tiger talismans on the sword blade shone with golden light and smashed on the Ghost King's head with the force of a mountain.

The scorching golden light burst out, causing it to wail continuously.

This... is this still my sword?

Zhao Wuji opened and closed his eyes again and again, but still couldn't figure out what was going on.

It's clearly the same sword, but why is it so powerful in the hands of the True Lord, but in my hands it's only useful for chopping zombies?

Could it be that Lao Deng kept something back when he taught me?

"Where did this Taoist priest come from? He's looking for death!"

A scarlet light flashed, and the tattered Ghost King recovered as before. He opened his mouth and released a mist of Yellow Spring water, trying to corrode Yang Lingxiao into powder.

"I am from Maoshan, Haocang!"

As soon as the word Hao Cang came out, the Ghost King suddenly felt dizzy and rumbling thunder appeared in his mind.

After taking another glance at the stars in the sky, he raised his sword and caused the starlight to converge layer by layer.

"Shenglong!"

"Do not……"

With one strike of the sword, the Ghost King was nailed back into the stone wall again. He picked up the sword and took out a strange talisman from his body. The talisman was blood-red and dotted with Sanskrit characters.

It is with the help of this talisman that it can spit out Yellow Spring water mist from its mouth and restore its broken limbs!

Sanskrit!

Ksitigarbha!

It seems that I found it by accident.

"Shao Jian, ask it!"

Yang Lingxiao crushed the talisman casually and gave instructions to Shi Shaojian, who was already eager to try, without even looking at him.

Even though he likes to seek death, it does not prevent him from being a talented person.

"Yes, senior brother!"

Shi Shaojian walked forward with a strange smile, raised his peach wood sword and patted the Ghost King's swollen face, then slowly asked, "Do you know why we are looking for you?"

"I'm here to destroy you!"

Ghost King: “…”

After saying that, he raised his hand and pressed down hard on the Ghost King's head, which had been chopped off.

How could they, as disciples of the Taoist sect, resort to soul-searching methods? Under the true method of the ancestor, you say you haven't had an epiphany yet?

My father's methods are simple and crude, easy to understand, clear and easy to use, but difficult to practice.

"Senior, is he the Ksitigarbha Ghost King you mentioned?"

After throwing the sword to Zhao Wuji, Yang Lingxiao looked at Chen Xuan.

Although this ghost king was left with some tricks, he should not be a match for Chen Xuan. Is there something else going on that he doesn't know?

Little did he know that Chen Xuan was also feeling helpless.

Is this still the Ksitigarbha Ghost King that I have to fight for my life to defeat?

How did it become so lame?

wrong!

It’s not Ksitigarbha’s fault, but Yang Lingxiao is too strong!

The golden divine fire, plus the divine light of the stars in the sky, even if there is another one, it cannot withstand the killing power of these two things!

"That's it!"

Chen Xuan responded.

Did Maoshan really close its doors because of its decline?

"Brother, this thing is not the real Ksitigarbha Ghost King. The real Ksitigarbha Ghost King is hiding in the dark forest a hundred miles away."

"As for him, he is just an ordinary ghost king who escaped from the underworld."

"He captured those women to offer as sacrifices to Ksitigarbha, the Ghost King. Forty-seven of them were brought out from the Eighteen Hells by the Ghost Mother!"

Shi Shaojian spoke in a very fast tone, and threw the Ghost King in his hand, which was already missing many parts, to the copper box on the waist of the Black Mountain. Two dark lights of different colors flashed by, and the Ghost King immediately disappeared with a wail.

Ghost mother!

It seems that everything is right for it.

"Big Brother, everyone has been rescued!"

At this time, Jiale brought the women who were abducted by the Ghost King to report.

The eldest brother acted too quickly. I didn't even draw my sword.

It was indeed exciting to follow the eldest brother to fight demons and monsters, but there was no sense of experience at all.

Since you gave birth to the eldest brother, why did you give birth to us?

"Jia Le, you are responsible for sending those people back. Everyone else, follow me to the Black Forest!" One ghost king abducted so many people, what about the forty-seven ghost kings?

If someone can be snatched away from hell so easily, those ghost soldiers, ghost pawns, ghost soldiers, and ghost kings who are responsible for guarding the place should all roll in the eighteen levels of hell.

"Yes, senior brother!"

"Senior, how about walking with me for a while?"

Yang Lingxiao looked at Chen Xuan and asked.

Fellow Daoist, why don’t you come to the bowl?

"You can do anything!"

Master, ancestor, please don’t blame me.

It’s not that the disciples are not capable, but that the methods used by the Taoist Master to exorcise demons are too tempting.

Such cooperation, such means!

This can no longer be called exorcising demons and monsters, but rather pushing forward horizontally, pushing forward all the way!

But, I like it!

"Then let's go!"

"Golden light!" Golden light appeared, carrying everyone towards the direction of the black forest.

As for the Green-Faced Ghost King just now, he was at most a jumping toad!

If you dare to jump around, I will slap you to death.

In a cave somewhere.

Watching the souls being pulled out of the lotus of the body and placed in the four golden lotuses, the violent figure sitting at the highest point, shaped like a mountain of flesh and covered in armor, subconsciously sneered.

He raised his hand and chewed a serving boy into pieces.

"Whose offerings have not yet been delivered?"

The figure let out a wild and ferocious roar.

"Ghost King, the green-faced one hasn't arrived yet!"

Another ghost in red armor hurried forward and spoke, his words full of flattery.

Ghost King?

It’s just the starting point!

It wants to become the supreme among ghosts, the emperor of all ghosts!

The prerequisite for becoming the Ghost Emperor is to turn your "competitors" into ashes.

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