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

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Liu Chapan, you are so lucky!

He thought it was his uncle Erlang Shen.

He prevented me from recognizing my mother and harmed my father. In the end, I succeeded in my cultivation and defeated him miserably. I even sent him down to the mortal world to let him experience what it was like to be a mortal.

By the way, let me let you feel what infinite love means!

And Erlang Shen in the eyes of others!

The number one traitor in heaven, the number one red flower stick in heaven, the number one surgeon in heaven!

Mars!

The three-pointed knife suppressed countless people and they could only curse him behind his back for being heartless.

The most evil person in the three realms!

The number one killer in the three realms!

His heart is as hard as iron. He calls people uncle all the time and cousin all the time.

The wonderful way of Qingyuan shows the holy power!

What Liu Chapan met was just Yang Jian, the second son of the Yang family, a mortal who cared about family affection, doted on his sister, and loved his nephew.

The one that others encountered was Qingyuan Miaofa Zhenjun, the God of Justice!

There is absolutely no comparison between the two.

Looking at the palace in the distance, Yang Lingxiao held the trident in his right hand and the Xuanyuan Sword in his left hand and walked slowly towards it. As soon as he stepped in, the world spun around again.

Instead, there is a world shrouded in clouds and mist, protected by 80,000 miles of mountains.

The world was in chaos, with no life at all.

"Eight thousand miles of mountains weigh down my body, and the earth sends forth chains to bind my soul!"

"Hold your inheritance!"

"Cang Langlang..."

The friction sound of a chain suddenly sounded, and it penetrated the void and merged into Yang Lingxiao's body. For a moment, the first level of cultivation of the Eight-Nine Profound Art suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Understand the foundation of heaven and earth, and comprehend the mysteries of all things!

The first level of the Eight-Nine Profound Art!

Successful cultivation is enough to allow you to fight against the legendary immortal weapon with your physical body alone. The first level is immortal and the ninth level is indestructible.

Yang Lingxiao, who received the inheritance, did not start practicing immediately. Instead, he sat cross-legged among the clouds and fell into deep thought.

The Eight-Nine Profound Art plus his own body of a god of war can be said to complement each other.

However, it is absolutely impossible to cultivate the first level of the Eight-Nine Profound Art in this world.

Without sufficient spiritual energy from heaven and earth, the Xuan Gong can only focus on you. When all your potential is exhausted, what can you use to control this legendary Xuan Gong?

If you disagree with someone, they will teach you all kinds of methods. Not to mention using them, the consumption alone is enough to kill you.

Just as Yang Lingxiao was lost in thought, another silver chain fell from the sky and went straight into the center of his eyebrows.

Another overwhelming wave of memories emerged before his eyes.

Not as good as the previous Nine Revolutions Profound Art.

This inheritance is a mysterious method specifically used to cultivate the third eye.

The mountains and rivers enter the heavenly eye and converge into the Dharma body!

Looking up, I saw three people standing guard with the Xuanyuan Sword in their arms.

No need to guess, this must be his work.

"Three, thanks!"

Yang Lingxiao thanked the three people.

"This is something that I want to hand over to the master, but it is extremely difficult to practice. Please think twice." Sanshou said expressionlessly.

The True Lord's Heavenly Eye is not naturally that powerful.

Under the eyes of heaven, demons are terrified. What they rely on is not innate ability, but acquired efforts.

The third eye can also be cultivated!

"In the eyes of the mountains and rivers, the world is in the Dharma body!"

"Buzz!"

Yang Lingxiao suddenly raised his head and looked up into the air.

A two-colored golden pattern of a heavenly eye immediately appeared between the eyebrows, and the strong golden light dispersed the thick fog in the void, as if it had evolved into a giant sword shadow that cut the sky and the earth in half.

The eye of heaven pours down, and divine light enters the sky.

At the same time, it is still in that house embedded between heaven and earth.

"Um?!"

The man in the black robe who was still wiping the bowstring seemed to have sensed something and gently narrowed his eyes. The light in his eyes was restrained, and there was a hint of doubt.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Roaring Sky Dog, dressed in black, came over with a teacup in his hand, his eyes full of brilliance moving around frequently.

No way, has this young master caused some big trouble again?

"Chenxiang has run off to the underworld again!"

"Xiaotian Dog, go tell him that if he dares to leave his post again, don't blame me, his uncle, for being ruthless." The black-clothed figure's eyes flashed fiercely, and a cold divine light flashed in the air.

Gold and silver lines intertwined between the eyebrows, and the face, which was carved with a knife and an axe, contained endless divine power and righteousness.

The heavenly god of justice, the True Lord of Qingyuan Miaofa, and the Great Emperor of Sichuan and Shu!

Erlang appears as the Holy Lord, Yang Jian!

"Master, are you telling the truth this time?"

Xiaotian Dog's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he only needed an order from the True Lord to rush forward and stuff him into the Heavenly Prison.

As the nephew of the great Xiansheng Zhenjun, it's bad enough that he has no ambition and just idles away the whole day. Not only has his cultivation level not improved in thousands of years, it's also bad enough.

He can't even beat an ordinary star god!

If this isn't trash, then what is?

Do you take others seriously when they play with you?

It’s okay if you take it seriously!

Can we please think about this for a moment: which of the righteous gods in heaven achieved enlightenment through just a few years of practice?

The True Lord glanced at Xiaotian Dog calmly, then slowly said, "Xiaotian Dog, you've been talking more and more lately. It seems you're still too idle!"

"Boss, go find some missions for Roaring Sky Dog!"

"It's better than him talking more and more!"

Before the True Lord finished speaking, General Kang on the side immediately echoed, "I think Second Master's order is excellent. Roaring Sky Dog, I have many tasks here. How about you choose one?"

"Screw you!"

Roaring Sky Dog shrank his neck, then turned into a streak of light and disappeared without a trace.

The little bastard of the Liu family?

Excuse me!

He, Xiaotian Dog, has only recognized the Second Master and the Little Master in his life. How dare you, a bastard who came out of nowhere, be called the next generation of the Manifesting Saint, the God of Justice?

Taiwei Kang watched Roaring Sky Dog leave, the smile on his face suddenly turning serious, "Second Master, that brat from the Liu family is getting more and more reckless. He's going around using the name of a True Lord to make friends with mountain goblins, wild monsters, evil gods, and demons.

If this continues, the title of God of Justice will become a joke."

There are some things that Xiaotian Dog cannot say, but that doesn’t mean that General Kang cannot say them.

When did the God of Justice become a laughing stock for a group of demons and monsters?

"Go there yourself!"

"And by the way, let's see what Roaring Sky Dog is hiding. With his personality, whatever he hides in his heart will be shown on his face."

"Let the brothers go down and take a look!"

"If I don't take action for a few days, all kinds of monsters will appear!"

The True Lord raised his hand and threw the red-gold bow in his hand immediately turned into a residual shadow and was caught in the arms of the three-headed dragon and hung behind his waist.

When he has nothing to do, he is the best master under the command of Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun in Guanjiangkou.

"The more you repair, the more you go back, and the more you repair, the weaker you become!"

"Third sister, is this the success you promised me so solemnly?" Zhenjun muttered to himself with a deep gaze, holding a white jade teacup in his hand.

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