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

4

At dusk the next day, they emerged into a wild boar forest a hundred miles away in the last rays of sunlight.

The forest is full of miasma and the treetops are thick and dense. If you step into it late at night, it is difficult to tell the direction and it is difficult to find your way.

Walking in the wisps of moonlight, the two stopped on a tall locust tree, looking down, and saw silence everywhere.

"Finally caught up. It's good to be young, full of energy!"

Taoist Simu, who was standing on the treetop, let out a long breath, then looked at Yang Lingxiao, who was standing beside him with a calm face and a steady heart, and sighed.

You can say that Maoshan acts low-key, but you cannot say that Maoshan disciples are weak.

Maoshan's most important thing is to refine essence into Qi. If you still feel empty after this, it only proves that you are a heretic. Maoshan's way of dealing with heretics has always been to use the Three Treasures to press down on your head.

Then he asked quietly - Heretic, do you have any last words?

"Master's speed is almost catching up with the magic talisman, it's not slow!"

Yang Lingxiao said sincerely.

Taoist Simu is not weak. Does he really think that anyone can pick up a big sword and use it as a nail clipper?

If you invite the ancestor to come, you can chase down a royal zombie with full amplification. If you reach the level of a heavenly master, can you invite the gods from above to descend?

"The magic talisman is no match for the thunder method!"

I thought it was outrageous enough that my senior brother developed the Lightning Thunder Fist into the Thunder God's Descent, but who knew that my nephew was even more ruthless, the Thunder Escape.

It is said that if you don’t have enough magic power, you can make up for it with magic tools. But who can make up for it with understanding if they don’t have enough magic power?

Master, open the door, I am outrageous!

"Master, here I come!"

Yang Lingxiao moved his ears, greeted Taoist Simu, and lowered his body like a tiger.

Even such a slight movement caused Taoist Simu to raise his eyebrows slightly, and he patted Yang Lingxiao's leg. "With a tiger's back, a bee's waist, and mantis legs, he has the eyes of an eagle and the back of a wolf, and steps as fast as flying. His fists are like swords and his elbows are like knives. The fierce earth Tai Sui can overcome the injuries of heaven!"

"This sentence was created specifically for you, kid, right?"

Yang Lingxiao: "...So, this is why Uncle-Master patted my thigh for no reason?"

Both of them are cultivators and have excellent eyesight.

Looking around, I saw a group of people slowly appearing in the distance. They were moving very slowly, and if I listened carefully, I could hear the friction of the wheels.

"Master Qianhe, don't you at Maoshan know how to use the Somersault Cloud? Can't you just send us directly to the capital?"

Under the torch, a figure dressed in a gangster style and holding a handkerchief... waved at Taoist Qianhe and covered his mouth in a smart manner.

Taoist Qianhe: "..."

Somersault cloud, why don’t you say hanging upside down and ascending to heaven?

Dirty things, go away!

"Minister Wu, I think the weather is a little strange. How about we set up the tent first and send the coffin inside?"

Taoist Qianhe looked around, with a mysterious look in his bright eyes.

The body is surrounded by Taoist energy, and the energy is mysterious.

"What, what did you say?"

"Master Qianhe, if you delay the emperor's business, you will lose your head. Besides, isn't the weather good? You Taoists are always telling lies."

"Damn it, that's scary!"

Minister Wu waved his handkerchief, and an inexplicable shyness appeared on his bearded face, his nails slightly curled up, looking indescribably weird and a little bit charming.

Taoist Qianhe: "..."

"Master, you don't look well!"

The apprentice Dong stepped forward and asked.

"...Master has never shown such murderous intent towards anyone!"

Taoist Master Qianhe chanted the Calming Heart Mantra and the Purifying Heart Mantra frantically, and only then did he suppress the murderous intent that suddenly emerged in his heart.

It’s not that he hasn’t practiced enough, it’s just that this guy is too irritating. If he doesn’t deal with him, he will develop inner demons.

Looking at the helpless expression of his uncle-master, Yang Lingxiao in the distance suddenly chuckled.

This Minister Wu is also a top-notch one!

The word "little brother" is so devilish.

Although Yang Lingxiao was smiling, as he specialized in thunder magic, he had already spread the lightning in all directions, covering it like a big net.

He is aware of any disturbance.

Otherwise, how could Master Shi Jian notice that Shi Shaojian was constantly committing suicide?

"Um?!"

Through Lei Ting's perception, a man dressed as a soldier walked slower and slower, and fell further and further away. His small eyes were fixed on the back of Taoist Qianhe.

"Chizuru, you didn't expect that?"

"This master is not dead yet!"

"If I'm not dead, then it's your turn to die..." The figure gradually disappeared into the darkness, but the ferocity in his eyes became more and more intense.

Taoist Qianhe turned around with a sense of something, but was pulled over by Minister Wu.

"Master Qianhe, how do you think the Emperor will deal with the Prince?"

What should we do with it? Should we burn it and take it back to offer as a sacrifice?

Before Taoist Qianhe could answer, a muffled thunder suddenly sounded in the void, followed by a sudden and heavy rain, and a cold wind swirled, sprinkling it onto the copper-horned golden coffin.

"not good!"

"East, west, east, south, north, find something to cover the coffin!"

Looking at the faded ink line, Taoist Qianhe didn't care about anything else and quickly ordered his four disciples to cover it with rainwater.

It wouldn't be a big deal if it rained, but if the contents were washed out, that would be a big problem.

Before anyone could move forward, a flash of lightning struck from nowhere, instantly knocking away several soldiers who were pushing carts nearby.

Fires flew everywhere, and the cinnabar rope tied to the copper-horned golden coffin was immediately blown into pieces.

A flash of green light flashed through the cracks in the coffin, causing Taoist Qianhe to twitch his brows.

"East, South, West, North, and South, Corpse Rope!"

Taoist Qianhe carved a thunder seal in his hand, flipped his body and slammed his palm heavily on the coffin. The lightning pressed down and suppressed the green light spreading in the gap again.

"Master, be careful!"

Dong, holding the corpse rope, reminded sternly.

At the moment when Taoist Qianhe dodged and retreated, thunders came one after another as if they were free, hitting the copper-horned golden coffin in an accurate manner.

Finished!

Before the master and his disciples could react again, the coffin that was charred by the crack shook violently, and then an extremely terrifying force came out from it, blowing the coffin lid off.

"Young Prince, please save me..."

Minister Wu, who was hiding nearby, let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Taoist Qianhe immediately turned around and saw that the coffin lid was approaching the so-called little prince.

"clumsy!"

With an angry roar, Taoist Qianhe mobilized all his magical powers and rushed forward. He swung the cinnabar rope on his body and rolled the little prince out from under the coffin lid.

"My dear nephew, what else did the Grandmaster say?"

While Taoist Simu was preparing his magic weapon, he looked at Yang Lingxiao with a scrutinizing look on his face.

"The Grandmaster also said... that you, Uncle Master, should display your might!"

Yang Lingxiao chuckled, raised his hand and grabbed a three-pointed peach wood knife made of three hundred years old peach wood, which was engraved with the taboos of the twenty-eight constellations. With a flick of his right hand, he picked up Taoist Simu and sent him flying.

Sure enough, your ancestor is still your ancestor!

"Wow, nephew, you actually betrayed your uncle who loves you the most?"

Taoist Simu shouted, and while he steadied himself, he threw a handful of glutinous rice at the coffin.

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