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

"Hey big boys, your time is up!"

"Go down with Godfather!"

The eerie voice came again, startling Shi Shaojian so much that the chicken leg he was holding on his chopsticks fell back onto the plate.

They are very familiar with this voice!

Isn’t this the tone used by the legendary Black and White Impermanence when they are taking souls?

Their time has come?

"Shi Shaojian, you little bastards, why don't you come out to greet your godfather when he comes?"

Seeing Shi Shaojian and the others looking at each other in bewilderment, the voice outside the house became more and more angry. His figure flashed and turned into two gusts of cold wind, rushing straight into the house.

The fingers wiggled, and all six of them covered their foreheads and screamed.

A cold wind blew past, and two figures walked out from the left and right. They were wearing black and white suits, and their faces had a mixture of smiles that were not smiles but also strange smiles.

The Yin commander of the underworld, the Black and White Impermanence!

"Meeting Master Yin?!"

The six people looked at each other, then bowed subconsciously.

Why were they targeted by these two plague gods? If plague gods were also divided into levels, then the Black and White Impermanence in front of them would be the plague gods among plague gods.

Which good person would have nothing better to do than sit around and drink tea with the Black and White Impermanence?

"Um?!"

"What did you little bastards call Seventh Master when you were burning incense just now?" Bai Wuchang, dressed in a white suit, stared at the six people grimly and asked.

what is it call?

"Good evening, Godfather!"

"Greetings, godfather!"

Bai Wuchang: “…”

They are indeed the little bastards who came out of Mount Mao, so shameless and thick-skinned.

When it's useful, he calls me godfather all the time, but when it's useless, he becomes Wuchang Yin Shuai. It's bad, these little bastards really learned the essence of it.

In this world, even little kids can’t be fooled.

That’s all!

The Seventh Master didn't bother with them.

"Godfather, are you here to have tea with my Second Uncle?"

Shi Shaojian served two cups of tea in a fawning manner.

Just kidding, if you call upon the real gods you may have to pray and chant incantations, but it’s different if you call upon your godfather. No matter where you are, a cry of “godfather, help me” is worth more than thousands of troops!

"All have to die!"

Hei Wuchang held the gun in his hand and uttered three words coldly.

The six people looked confused and looked like college students who have not yet graduated.

Bai Wuchang sipped his tea quietly, "Your godfather said that if you understand the rules, you are a teachable kid!"

"Alright, stop guessing. We came here to look for your senior brother!"

They are from the same sect and taught by the same master, so why is that bastard Yang Lingxiao so knowledgeable about the ways of the world, while these others are just some idiots at best.

Still a silly roe deer with some strength.

"Godfather, my senior brother is in seclusion!"

Although he was a little afraid of his two godfathers, Shi Shaojian still spoke out.

Excuse me!

Not to mention his godfather, even his biological father couldn't disturb his elder brother's retreat.

brush!

As Shi Shaojian finished speaking, two sharp eyes, as if they could see through his heart, fell directly on him.

"Humph!"

"What a cautious little fellow!"

"But Master Qi likes it!"

An obscure smile suddenly appeared on Bai Wuchang's gloomy face, and then he pinched seven ice crystals from the teacup with his two fingers.

With a snap of his fingers, six ice crystals flew straight into the mouths of six people, and the remaining one flew into the mouth of Fu Meng, who was tilting his head to the side.

As the ice crystals entered their mouths, the magic power in the six people's bodies immediately began to boil.

Finally, he broke through the barrier of cultivation with an incomparable swiftness.

"Okay, go play, Master Qi, go see your Master Jiu!"

After saying this, Bai Wuchang laughed strangely and disappeared with Hei Wuchang, leaving behind only two cups of iced tea.

"not good!"

Shi Shaojian's expression changed slightly. Just as he was about to get up and chase after them, Fu Meng grabbed them back in his mouth. "Don't worry, those two will definitely not harm the master. Hurry up and practice. That piece of ice crystal is a treasure condensed from incense."

Fu Meng spoke in human language and kept smacking his lips.

The food is good, but there is too little of it. It would be better if it could be made into roast goose flavor.

The two of them reappeared in front of Yang Lingxiao, wrapped in a cold wind, and then they stared at each other for more than ten breaths.

The two Wuchang were thinking that maybe this kid’s brain got damaged by practicing thunder magic?

Yang Lingxiao, on the other hand, began to doubt his life.

He was pressed to the ground by a piece of armor and a weapon and rubbed over and over again, rubbing horizontally and then vertically, and finally ended up falling headfirst.

Tired and devastated!

This inheritance is becoming less and less interesting the more I try to obtain it.

But this time it was not a complete failure. At least he obtained the technique of summoning the divine eagle that the True Lord had practiced, with its iron beak, copper bill, golden wings and silver claws.

The flapping wings frighten the ghosts, and the cry shakes the heavens.

The left hand holds the yellow, the right holds the blue sky.

Silver armor and a bright sword, Erlang of Guanjiang.

"Xiaojiu, what's wrong with you?"

Bai Wuchang was the first to ask.

Yang Lingxiao's eyes were strange. "My dear, do you believe that I was hit by a piece of armor?"

Bai Wuchang: “…”

"Seventh Brother, Eighth Brother, I heard that the two of you were hung up and swung by Yan Jun?"

Yang Lingxiao appeared behind the two men in a flash, and put his hands on their shoulders; don't get me wrong, the person he put his hands on was not Wuchang Yinshuai, but his sworn brother.

My sworn brother died on the same day of the same month of the same year!

The expressions of the two people who were asked suddenly froze, and the strange smiles on their faces froze immediately.

Damn it, you are bringing up something that is not related to the topic.

What? Do you believe that we will kill you right now and take you with us?

"Yang Lingxiao, the underworld has issued an order!"

Bai Wuchang looked a little embarrassed, and then he took out an imperial edict from Emperor Yin with a purple-gold dragon pattern from his sleeve.

How could the ancestral home of the Three Mountains Sect, such a beautiful and sacred place, end up with such a thing?

What? This little bastard was originally held in the arms of the Heavenly Lord himself and named Ling Xiao?

That’s okay!

We see that this child has great potential and has the potential to become an immortal.

"Wow!"

The Yin Emperor's imperial edict unfolded, and Bai Wuchang recited it in a gloomy voice, "Order, Yang Lingxiao leads three hundred Yin soldiers to capture the fleeing evil spirit!"

Three hundred ghost soldiers?

What kind of escaped evil ghost is worthy of being captured by three hundred ghost soldiers?

Was it really just the so-called evil ghost that escaped, rather than a judge who escaped because of selfish desires?

"Seventh Brother, is this the end?"

Yang Lingxiao looked at Bai Wuchang again.

No, who would announce the decree and read just this sentence?

Who is the evil ghost that escaped, and what about those three hundred ghost soldiers? Did you take them as salary?

"It's over!"

"This is the token. Once you tear that thing into pieces and fly it somewhere with good fortune, these three hundred people will be yours."

"All configurations are provided by you!"

"Xiaojiu, do you know that the underworld wants that thing to die?" Bai Wuchang said, staring into Yang Lingxiao's eyes.

its not right!

Where does this guy get the aura of a king from?

……