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

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"Youngster, how dare you mock me for being uneducated?!"

Master Qian's face immediately turned red, and he clapped his hands, causing the altar that had been erected with great difficulty to tremble.

Yang Lingxiao: “…”

No, that's it?

Is this the defense that's broken?

Senior, you still need to practice!

Seeing Yang Lingxiao show up, Master Qian was so angry that his soul and spirit were in turmoil. He raised a command arrow in his hand, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of talisman water, which attracted the flames and rushed towards Yang Lingxiao.

"Come on fire!"

"boom!"

The Thunder and Fire Flag appeared, and Gou Huo went to meet it.

The two flames collided, and Master Qian could only watch as a ball of fire hit his face.

"Wow, youngster, die for me!"

Qian Zhenren, who was almost roasted, had his teeth almost broken. Ghost-fearing Ghost, how many good things do you have in your hand?

This command flag also belongs to me!

"Wind and Thunder twin fires, draw the wind and summon the thunder!"

"Fengdu Baoling, send ghosts and command gods!"

"Where are the Five Yin Gods?!"

Master Qian’s first move was a fatal blow. He grabbed a human skin talisman and threw it out.

The human skin talisman exploded, turned into black smoke and disappeared into the ground. Soon after, five evil ghosts with bared fangs and claws and holding iron spears emerged. The evil ghosts roared, but when they saw Yang Lingxiao, their expressions changed.

"Um, Big... Ugh, Little Master Jiu... Good evening!"

The five ghosts spoke to Yang Lingxiao together.

Damn it, you are fucking crazy. Do you know who this gentleman is? He is the Ninth Master, who is sworn brothers with the Black and White Impermanence. Do you understand, Ninth Master?

This is like asking Benboba to deal with Sun Wukong. Isn't this making things difficult for him?

"Hey, why are you five here? Since you're here, go down later!"

"Tear down that broken altar for me!"

These five people are some vicious soldiers under the command of Black and White Impermanence. They are bloodthirsty and good at fighting, and have enough blood to eat. They dare to rush up and steal Bai Wuchang's hat.

"Yes, Master Jiu!"

The five ghosts laughed grimly and rushed towards Master Qian's altar without hesitation with iron spears in hand. With a swing of the spears, sand and stones flew all over the ground.

Mr. Qian is going fucking crazy!

What the hell is this? I spent countless blood and food to invite these five uncles, but they were turned against me right away. Is it that the decree of my own ancestor is no longer effective?

Seeing the five ghosts appearing before him with a hideous grin, Master Qian grabbed a clay figurine of a Taoist with a sword on his back, and pointed at his disciple standing beside him.

"Lü Dongbin, the True Ancestor of Pure Yang, carries three swords and possesses supernatural powers!"

"Please, Pure Yang True Ancestor, Lü Dongbin!"

"go with!"

With a roar, the sword was thrown down. The apprentice who was shaking his head beside him immediately opened his eyes, and with the long sword in hand, he did a "fishing for the moon from the bottom of the sea" move, swung the sword, and rushed straight towards the Five Ghosts.

Weapons collided, sparks flying.

The sword's edge is cold, and the gun's energy is icy.

"Little devil, come again!"

Master Qian raised his hand and grabbed six puppets. He bit his fingertips and quickly drew a line across the six puppets. After staining the puppets with blood, he began to chant.

In fact, this move is something that orthodox Taoist sects would rather not use.

Borrowing bloody evil objects to awaken your spirit only proves that your practice is not yet sufficient.

"The Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Nezha the Third Prince, the Spiritual Official King, the God of Erlang, the Giant Spirit in front of the palace, the Iron Whip Horse King, listen to my command and show up immediately!"

Master Qian raised his hand and threw the six puppets out together. The puppets fell to the ground and transformed into six weird figures.

They all look like they are malnourished when released, but it is really scary when they are released together.

"What the hell is this?"

His eyes almost bulged out from all directions.

No, you call that thing covered with red hair Erlang Zhenjun?

Destroy it, destroy it all!

This is not a provocation at all, it's clearly a face-to-face attack!

They had seen many people coming to provoke them, but this was the first time.

"No culture, no culture!"

“Just take a look!”

Shi Shaojian, who was hugging Fu Meng, also closed his eyes in pain and leaned his head on Fu Meng. This scene was like his own father rushing over to him to comfort him and ask about his well-being.

Yang Lingxiao's face turned a little dark.

What kind of group is this?

god?

"With radiant righteousness and mighty power, and a mighty divine destiny, I am born with a spiritual body, adorned with gilded armor, and flanked by a black tiger. A venerable figure in the Mysterious Altar, I command the fortunes of the twenty-eight directions, and suppress the evil spirits of the eight directions through the nine formations. I obey the command of the Supreme One!"

"Urgent summon, Marshal Zhao of Xuantan!"

"Borrowing the law!"

"Welling!"

With a low shout, not only Master Qian widened his eyes, but also Shi Shaojian and others.

The former cried out that it was cheating, and the latter cried out that they had never seen it before.

I saw the name of Yang Lingxiao appear between his eyebrows and condense into a figure wearing golden armor, holding a golden whip, and with a black tiger beside him.

Seeing the figure appear, Master Qian immediately raised his hand and slapped his chest, then opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the talisman in front of him.

"go with!"

The talisman flew out, and the six evil ghosts and hairy gods jumped out as if they were injected with chicken blood.

Marshal Zhao of Xuantan, wearing golden armor, opened his eyes and looked majestic.

The Black Tiger God flew out first and fought with the three hairy gods, while the remaining three rushed towards Marshal Zhao's Dharma body without fear of death.

Marshal Zhao opened his golden eyes slightly, and swung the golden whip in his hand without hesitation. As the whip fell, cracks appeared on the body of the so-called giant spirit.

Two whips fell, and the giant spirit was beaten into nothingness.

The other two hairy gods were not in a much better condition, as they were also whipped twice by Marshal Zhao, leaving cracks on their bodies.

Yang Lingxiao acted quickly, the Tai Chi seal appeared in his hand, and he rushed out immediately with a biting aura of wind and thunder. The sword seal appeared above the heads of the two hairy gods, and when he turned lightly, countless golden sword shadows flew out from it.

There was a faint sound of sword, and the two hairy gods immediately went down to meet the ancestor.

The Black Tiger God cut his tail with his claws and broke it, and beat the other three hairy gods half to death, leaving them on the verge of death.

Yang Lingxiao took advantage of the God's momentum and rushed forward. The Black Emperor's divine thunder in his hand condensed into twenty-eight divine spears, killing the three Mao gods who had no time to escape on the spot.

"Marshal, have mercy!"

"Pfft..."

The magic was invalidated, and Master Qian immediately spat out a mouthful of black blood. The altar also became slightly unstable due to his staggering body.

Oh my god, what on earth did I run into?

This guy is even more troublesome than a ghost, weird and shameless.

When he thought of this, Master Qian felt a little bitter in his heart.

But the arrow is on the string and has to be shot. It's too late to regret now.

"Peng!"

Thinking of this, Master Qian held a wooden plaque and began to knock on the altar, chanting aloud while knocking.

If I don’t kill this weird little guy today, he will be the one to die!

Damn it, what on earth has stimulated these bastards in Maoshan? Why have they taught such sinister little bastards, each one more sinister than the other?

The seventh level of human master, are you still hiding?

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