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

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"Ow..."

"Yang Lingxiao, you bastard, it's too high, too high!"

"..."

For a moment, Shi Shaojian was carried to the sky by his own mount.

Looking at the room returning to peace, Yang Lingxiao gradually began to think about the next step.

It goes without saying that he can lead Maoshan to success.

The next step is to deal with that broken island!

He wanted to steal the classics of Maoshan, steal the luck of Maoshan, and spy on the land of the East. If he didn't raze that broken island to the ground, it would be a shame for him to come here.

But he was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see the blood and flesh flying and the wailing.

Doesn’t that broken island always boast that it is the best ninjutsu in the world? Then just throw all those cults out and let them discuss it with those cult leaders.

"Fu Meng, hold my jade token and you can search the 360,000 volumes of Maoshan's books. From now on, the connection between us and Maoshan will be in your hands."

Yang Lingxiao threw his senior brother's jade token to Fu Meng.

The jade plaque inlaid with gold is the identity symbol of the eldest brother of Maoshan in all generations.

Moreover, this jade token is also a magical tool. By using it, one can access the classics stored in Maoshan at any time.

"Etc., etc!"

Fu Meng's eyes widened into a round shape.

No, I am a dog. Should dogs be able to read?

Or a full 360,000 copies?

How many lives do you have?

"Master, I'm a dog and I can't read!"

Fu Meng shrank his neck.

Yang Lingxiao transformed into a flash of lightning and disappeared into the room, leaving behind only a cold laugh. "If I say you can do it, then you can do it. If you can't, then find someone else."

Substitution?

But master, I am not a human being either!

Fu Meng shook his head as he took out a small booklet from his arms and wrote lightly with his claws.

"On March 26th of the Gengzi Year, the Master gave me an important responsibility. Doesn't this mean that the Master values ​​me more and more?"

Fu Meng was writing while making strange noises.

Lao Deng, you are in danger!

Roar, roar, roar.

Just as Yang Lingxiao was practicing his boxing in the yard, in the ghost realm a hundred miles away.

Looking at the divine throne that exploded into dozens of pieces, the Red Ghost King fell into deep thought for the first time.

No, isn’t our Ghost King Sect Leader also at home?

That’s all!

What does this mean, Wudang disciples?

Are you planning to seal them all in this ghostland?

What a joke!

I have seen many ghosts die of starvation, but I have never heard of a ghost being starved to death.

Even after decades, they will still be intact.

So, there is only one reason. The man named Yang Lingxiao does not want to wipe them out directly, but wants something.

What treasures can there be in a ghost town?

It can't be that Yang Lingxiao has taken a fancy to me, right?

"Mother, it's not good!"

At this time, the One-Eyed Man and the One-Eye Man rushed in in a hurry.

"My Lady, that sword has killed dozens of us for some unknown reason."

The red-clothed ghost king's expression suddenly changed, and his ghostly aura flashed and turned into a ball of black smoke and flew out.

Looking around, the Seven Star Sword that should have been floating above the ghost domain had broken through the ghost domain at some point and was releasing dazzling sword energy into the ghost domain.

"Damn it! Block it for me!"

The Red-Clothed Ghost King also became ruthless. Ghost energy surged throughout his body, condensing into layers of heavy black clouds that rushed forward. The ghost energy collided with the sword light, and the resulting air waves collapsed one attic after another.

"block?!"

"What are you going to use to block it?"

Yang Lingxiao, who was far away in the charity cemetery, seemed to have sensed something and a Tai Chi sword seal spread out from his body again.

The two sword seals pulled each other, causing the scene in the ghost realm to appear before his eyes.

"Fu Meng, inform Shao Jian and the others to level that ghost domain tonight!"

"Yes, Master!"

The studious dog Fu Meng immediately answered, and as soon as he finished speaking, Shi Shaojian's heart-wrenching scream was heard again in the room next to him.

"Fu Meng, you bastard, you're not a dog, why are you biting anyone... Damn it, there's no place you can't bite."

"Yang Lingxiao, you beast, take care of your dog!"

"Ow..."

Shi Shaojian, with a look of misery on his face, cast his gaze towards the Crouching Dragon Golden Eagle and the Phoenix Silver Armored Corpse beside him, and finally closed his eyes in despair.

Why do I only meet very smart people?

I refuse to accept it. I want to turn evil. I want to reach the top step by step, and then send Yang Lingxiao to clean up the mountain gate.

Beast!

dusk.

"Brother, the ghost realm, can we take it a little more seriously?"

Shi Shaojian asked while carrying Fu Meng.

Ghostland!

Don’t you see, when you encounter that thing, you don’t even have time to put on talismans and suppress your breath.

But his senior brother was planning to rush over and push it aside like this?

No, can we be a little more stable?

what?

We all know the Lightning Thunder Fist, and we have countless ancestors standing behind us?

Then what are you still standing there for? Just fuck her!

"value?"

"Ghost Realm, how many ghosts are there? How many times can they withstand the thunder spell?"

Yang Lingxiao asked casually.

"But Big Brother, the Ghost King is very difficult to deal with!"

Jiale reached out and scratched his hair.

Brother, the test questions are beyond the syllabus, beyond the syllabus!

"Then summon the Thunder Tribe's evil-destroying warriors to come down and save them!"

"The Heavenly Lord is merciful, the ancestors are merciful, they can't bear to see those monsters suffer."

"go!"

Yang Lingxiao, holding a whisk in his arms and wearing Taoist robes, walked out first.

The surroundings are spotless and the body is surrounded by Taoist energy, just like the legendary immortal banished from the Nine Heavens.

Fu Meng had already rushed over happily.

What Ghost King, what Demon Emperor, they are all floating clouds, all floating clouds.

My master really has someone above him!

The six people looked at each other, and followed with their whisks in their arms, their luck in their bodies, and their swords on their backs.

Brother has ordered that the criminals be punished by heaven, and Fang Ping enters the ghost realm!

When the few people left, a group of black soldiers with white spears suddenly walked out from the wall of the charity cemetery, scanning the night with sharp eyes.

Not only that, countless golden talismans lit up on the ground, forming a formation that enveloped the charity cemetery silently.

"Brother, you're right. Apart from Second Uncle's poor judgment in choosing his disciples, the rest of his disciples are all top-notch."

"Just his eye for selecting dojo locations is first-rate."

Looking at the extremely prosperous Renjia Town, Shi Shaojian subconsciously sighed.

There are not many towns that can maintain this scale in troubled times.

Just then, a burst of chaotic footsteps attracted the attention of several people.

"Get away, get away!"

"Get out of my way!"

"..."

There was a burst of cursing, followed by the sound of a musket colliding with a bullet bag.

Looking around, he saw a Santa Claus on horseback rushing out with a group of soldiers. In addition, there was a person familiar to Yang Lingxiao among the horsemen.

Nintendo!

He's the zombie who eats the thunder and lightning talisman for a living.

The Ren family is full of talented people!

In front came Ren Weiyong, who took away a group of people at the slightest disagreement, and behind came Nintendo, who made a living by selling talismans.

I have to admit that the Ren family has something on their side!

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