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

"Brother Red Hair, are you the Ghost King that thing was talking about?"

Looking at the red-haired ghost king who looked like a devil, Yang Lingxiao narrowed his eyes slightly and asked.

Brother, if you act like this, I, your younger brother, will have no choice but to sue you.

The Red-haired Ghost King is the leader of the 360 ​​ghost kings under him. Although he is not well-known, he is also a Yin Shuai-level existence. He has a leader hanging on his waist to suppress ghosts and evil spirits.

In charge of the 30,000 ghost soldiers under him.

His usual responsibility is to be in charge of the punishments in the eighteen levels of hell.

"My dear brother, my dear brother!" The Red-haired Ghost King looked a little embarrassed when he was asked. He quickly restrained the ferocity on his face and approached him in a fawning manner.

This kid, if he has a complaint, he will really file it!

The three wonders of Maoshan!

Up the table!

Up the table!

Still on the table!

Yang Lingxiao has mastered these three unique skills to perfection. This kid is a typical person with a kind face but a black heart, as if he came out of Mount Mao.

"Brother, my hands have been a little dry lately!"

Yang Lingxiao said with a half-smile on his face.

Brother, you don’t want to be hung up somewhere by the God of Death and tortured with a mourning stick, do you?

Red-haired Ghost King: "..."

"These are six long swords made of ironwood from the underworld. They have my seal on them. Please don't despise them, brother!" The Red-haired Ghost King took out six pitch-black long swords from his arms. They looked like iron but not iron, and like wood but not wood.

"Oh right, Xiaojiu, Laoqi and Laoba got their comeuppance!"

The two chatted and laughed for a while, and when the Red-haired Ghost King was about to leave, he seemed to have thought of something and said in a low voice with an obscene look on his face.

Is this retribution?

Or the seventh brother and the eighth brother?

"Brother Red Hair, please tell me in detail, please tell me in detail!"

A similar expression appeared on Yang Lingxiao's face.

Brother, if you said that, I wouldn’t be sleepy anymore.

After all, who can resist seeing two plague gods in trouble?

Looking at the two people whispering, arm in arm, and colluding with each other in the distance, Shi Shaojian's mouth twitched.

If the Ghost King saw that the leader he had summoned with great difficulty was on friendly terms with the enemy, arm in arm, and occasionally let out lewd and strange laughs, would he be so scared that he would lose his soul on the spot?

Yang Lingxiao!

You are just a beast?

Breaking the enemy's defense and pleasing yourself is not a good way to use it!

"You kid...what sins did the Seventh and Eighth Brothers commit in their previous lives to choose to become sworn brothers with you for no reason?"

"Xiaojiu, since you called me Big Brother, I will help you again!"

The Red-haired Ghost King shook his head helplessly, took another deep look at Yang Lingxiao's eyebrows, then stretched out his hand and pointed at his heart, from which he drew out a beam of true flame from countless good deeds.

"Brother, this won't do. A True Flame requires 90,000 Yin De to condense. Even if it is a Yin God, it is extremely difficult to collect it..."

Seeing that the Red-haired Ghost King was about to press on his brow, Yang Lingxiao quickly refused.

The Red-haired Ghost King laughed and hit Yang Lingxiao directly between his eyebrows, continuously reviving his dormant third eye.

"Little brother, my status down there is particularly awkward!"

"Those people from the big sects always look down on me, but you are different. Although you come from a famous family, you are willing to humble yourself and interact with me."

"Remember this, little brother. When the sky is filled with murderous intent, all things lie dormant!"

"But if that sky belongs to yours, then it's different..." The Red-haired Ghost King laughed and turned into a gloomy wind again and disappeared, leaving only a series of ice crystals that lingered for a long time.

The sky is filled with murderous intent. What if that sky belongs to your own home?

Yang Lingxiao frowned slightly, and when he looked down, he saw that the six people were squatting in a row again, with Fu Meng still the one leading them.

Suddenly, Yang Lingxiao felt like a kindergarten teacher in his previous life, while Shi Shaojian and others became children lining up seats and picking up fruits.

"Big Brother, look..."

Shi Shaojian came up with a fawning look on his face, as if he was not the one who secretly complained about the two of them being so close and colluding.

"take it!"

"Prepare fruits, wine, and incense made by Second Uncle himself, and prepare three million taels of Yin notes that you copied with your own hands, and send them all to the Red-haired Ghost King."

"It's okay to have a godfather!"

Although the Red-haired Ghost King doesn't have a very good reputation, he also has his advantages, that is, he comes quickly.

If you invite other Yin gods, you may need to make hand gestures and chant spells, but it’s different if you recognize one as your godfather.

If you call out to me, godfather, help me, are you afraid?

"Remember, when dealing with others, it's always right to be sincere. If he's not sincere, then he's a heretic!"

After a little thought, Yang Lingxiao's voice rang out again.

What Maoshan is best at is dealing with heresy!

For example, when their master, Qianjun Zhenren, was defeated in a debate, he would seal the magic power of those stubborn old bald men and throw them to the Vatican thousands of miles away.

Let them debate with those foreign monks who shout Hallelujah.

"Disperse the ghost energy here to prevent the emergence of a new ghost realm!"

After distributing the long sword in his hand to the five people, Yang Lingxiao simply sat cross-legged on the bluestone beside him and closed his eyes.

His mind became quiet, and gradually merged into his brows.

The true flame between the eyebrows slowly moved and merged into the fragile third eye.

The gold and silver lines appeared again, gradually emitting a faint and unique charm.

[Hey, hey, isn't this my adoptive father's good son? ]

The sudden mechanical sound made Yang Lingxiao's eyes twitch.

No, that means you’re not avoiding people, right?

Dog system, I am your father!

[Look, look, your defense is already broken. If you're new, just practice more, my dear. Since you respectfully call me your godfather, I'll give you a suggestion.]

[The decomposed items not only increase your strength, but also unlock two of your sealed items. Those two items are extraordinary...]

[This godfather has finished speaking. Please kneel down and pay your respects!]

Yang Lingxiao: “…”

No, which good system looks like this?

When you are in a good mood, bubbles will appear. When you are in a bad mood, bubbles will appear like those in Erdaye’s teapot.

After a little thought, Yang Lingxiao still set his sights on the pirated panel full of advertisements.

The body of the God of War... If he remembered correctly, the legendary most handsome man in the Three Realms who called everyone cousin with his axe and everyone uncle, and the God of Justice who was held hostage by a knife, also had the body of the God of War.

"Tongzi, use all the terms to unlock the body of the God of War!"

As the crisp prompt tone rang again, Yang Lingxiao suddenly felt a mysterious divine light and a burning sensation as blazing as fire rising out of nowhere, penetrating through his bone marrow and merging into his body.

The body contains divine light, and he is a respected god and a war saint.

"boom!"

A burst of energy and blood power as hot as real fire suddenly erupted around him and immediately spread out like ripples.

The yin and ghost energy were burned away by the blood and qi, and wherever the blood and qi passed, even the darkness seemed to be cut in half.

The suffix of the God of War's Body on the system panel has become 9%!

"Um?!"

Shi Shaojian, who was still admiring the ironwood sword in his hand, was stunned and his expression gradually became bored.

It comes again. Can the frequency be lowered a bit?

Doing this will easily make the eldest brother a relative of others!

What? He is already a relative, so there is no problem.

"Fu Meng, I heard that taking a bite of Di Ting will make you immortal, and scolding Yang Lingxiao will make you famous. Can you... hehehe!"

Shi Shaojian suddenly turned his gaze to Fu Meng.

Fu Meng: “…”

You bastard, you actually dare to covet me, die!

The man and the dog immediately rolled into a ball and rolled down the hill.

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