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

"boom!"

The Ghost King, who hurriedly mobilized his ghost energy to resist, was knocked into the ground by a golden axe. If nothing unexpected happened, the human skin on his body would be completely shattered by this move.

"Yang Lingxiao!"

The red-clothed ghost king, revealing his true form, broke through the ground and jumped out. He was dressed in a red palace dress and had a charming face. His eyes, which should have been bewitching, were now filled with anger.

Its human skin, the human skin that had been cultivated for hundreds of years, was beaten into nothingness.

Hatred, the overwhelming hatred made the ghost energy in his body burst out and swirl, and even gave him a faint sign of breaking through the Half-Step Ghost King to reach the realm of the real Ghost King.

But what can the Ghost King do? At most, he will just have to spend some time thinking about it.

If one move doesn’t kill him, try another.

Don't get me wrong, he really has the ability.

"You're being too loud!"

Yang Lingxiao held a knife in his hand and looked at the Red-Clothed Ghost King as if he were looking at a dead object.

"I am a timid person and cannot stand being frightened!"

"If you get scared, you'll go crazy!"

"Golden light!"

The void was once again filled with golden light. The dazzling golden light immediately filled half of the sky, dyeing the pitch-black sky and earth into a golden glow.

In the land temple in the distance.

"What's going on? Golden Avenue, could it be that the heavenly soldiers have descended to earth?"

"I told you your eyesight is blurry, but you still don't believe me. It's clearly a human-made trick!"

Two voices talking sounded from the small temple.

"You mean, those Taoist priests?"

"Nonsense, what, are you still planning to meet them?"

"Don't be so naive. He's here to burn incense for you, so you should show up respectfully and send him away!"

"What do you mean?"

"You are from the Northern Emperor's lineage, how dare you accept his incense?"

The golden light came and went quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into nine golden axe shadows in the air. The axes were surrounded by lightning, with overwhelming power.

"fall!"

"Spare my life..."

The red-clothed ghost king let out an extremely sharp scream, but could only watch as the nine golden axe shadows fell on him and embedded him deeply into the ground.

This scene made Fu Meng, who was gnawing a ghost to pieces at the side, look at it with a sharp gaze.

This move, this move, do you dare to say that it was not taught by the old Master Zhenjun?

Write it down, write it down!

"Fu Meng, dig it out!"

Yang Lingxiao gave the order casually.

Upon hearing the order, Fu Meng jumped up immediately, and then dug the half-dead Red Ghost King out of the ground.

The Red Ghost King was bleeding from all seven orifices, and half of his head had been cut off. His skull was sunken, and he looked like an uneven-looking squash.

At the moment when the nine axe shadows chopped down, it seemed as if its grandmother, who had been dead for more than four hundred years and whom it had never met before, appeared in front of it.

But at the last moment, Yang Lingxiao held back.

"What other methods do you have? Use them all!"

Yang Lingxiao looked at the red-clothed Ghost King disdainfully and said something casually.

The reason why Ghost Kings are so difficult to deal with is largely due to the Ghost King Pearls in their bodies.

As long as the Ghost King’s Pearl is not broken, the Ghost King will not die!

If you want to kill a ghost king, the most important thing is to smash their ghost king beads.

"Yang Lingxiao, why are you Maoshan people so overbearing?"

"Why do you have to kill them all?"

The red-clothed ghost king was thrown to the ground by Fu Meng, and stared at Yang Lingxiao with his only remaining eye and questioned him.

Even if you want to kill yourself, he won't have an easy time!

"You insulted my master, so I'll dig up your den and then practice Taoism!"

"If you don't take action now, all your disciples will be killed!"

Yang Lingxiao had an indifferent expression, and his deep eyes seemed to have seen through the cards in the hands of the Red-Clothed Ghost King long ago.

In the eyes of ghosts, the Ghost King is the same as them.

But in the eyes of the Ghost King, all evil ghosts are just food.

The Red-Clothed Ghost King grinned grimly, his whole body shaking with blood. The remaining evil ghosts in the distance seemed to be attracted by something and turned into smoke and dust and merged into the Red-Clothed Ghost King's body.

After a dozen breaths, a monster covered with tentacles, extremely bloated in body, and with arms replaced by countless spikes suddenly appeared in front of them.

The monster was covered with distorted faces, with black smoke spewing out of its mouth, looking extremely ferocious.

"Finally became the Ghost King!"

Looking at the monster that was rampant in front of him, a fierce light flashed in Yang Lingxiao's indifferent eyes.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to summon the thunder whip, the Xuanyuan Sword seemed to sense something and transmitted an emotion.

"What, you want to take me to solo this thing?"

"Xuanyuan Sword!"

Yang Lingxiao raised his hand and summoned lightly. The golden halo gathered into a magic circle, and the Xuanyuan Sword, which was filled with a domineering aura, was held in his palm through the magic circle.

The monster stood up and flew over, waving the sharp spikes in its hand and immediately killed Yang Lingxiao.

The sword energy gushed out, and the ghostly aura was eerie.

The two collided, and after just a few encounters, the spikes on the monster's hands were already full of cracks.

He held the sword horizontally, turning it lightly.

"crack!"

"boom!"

The spikes shattered, and the monster screamed, twisting its body wildly and swinging its tentacles to strangle it.

The tentacles appeared across the sky, carrying an overwhelming gust of wind and pressing towards Yang Lingxiao again.

"cut!!!"

The sword light condensed into a shadow, evolving into a giant Xuanyuan sword that slashed down from thin air.

Cracks appeared on the ground, and sand and rocks flew everywhere!

"Pfft!"

There was only the sound of something tearing, and the bloated monster was immediately cut in half. He turned around with the sword in his hand, and golden light appeared on the monster's body, cutting it into countless pieces.

It was then blown into nothingness by the flames transformed from the golden light.

The soul is truly scattered and the ashes fly downwind.

A true Taoist priest never turns around to look at the explosion!

"Master, help me!"

At the last moment, the countless heads of the monster let out a sharp scream of despair and unwillingness.

He casually killed a ghost king, and the Xuanyuan Sword rang again, emitting waves of golden ripples.

"Not satisfied yet?"

"Your move is not impressive?"

"To be cool, you need strength!"

"Well, I'll find you a strong enemy tonight!"

Hiding the Xuanyuan Sword, Yang Lingxiao threw the Ghost King Pearl floating in the void to Fu Meng.

If it wasn't for this Ghost King Pearl, how could he allow him to use the fusion move?

Before General Fu Meng could swallow the Ghost King Pearl in his mouth, a cold and gloomy aura that was strong enough to penetrate into the bone marrow emerged from nowhere, and frost appeared on the ground, followed by a swirling gust of cold wind.

"Who called me?"

A dull roar like thunder was heard, and a figure with a strong build, bare chest, countless ghost patterns all over his body, green face and fangs, and fiery red hair walked out.

"Hey, Xiaojiu, you called me?"

As soon as the red-haired figure appeared, Yang Lingxiao's attention was attracted to him in the blink of an eye.

Yang Lingxiao: “…”

No, I really am not a relative of mine!

It’s not that I have connections, it’s just that the enemy is not strong enough!

The entire underworld is my backing, what can you use to fight me?

……