After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

"I gave you face, didn't I?"

"Can't offend, right?"

"People shouldn't fight against officials, right?"

"..."

Wow, what a beating.

Fortunately, they were a group of evil spirits. If they were living people, they wouldn’t be filmed like this.

One shovelful is enough to knock out the soul and shit.

Qin He slapped the three Yin gods from the hall to the bottom, then from the bottom to the top, and then from the hall to the temple gate.

The calf was also excited when he saw it.

The three Yin gods had no share in the fight, so they just took advantage of the group of ghost officials to make trouble.

The ghost messenger is actually not weak, the problem is that the fierce god inside beat the City God like a sandbag, who would dare to resist?

"Oh!"

A ghost of impermanence was pushed directly against the wall, and a big hole was made in the wall.

"Brother, we are a family, a family~~"

The two evil ghosts ran and screamed, and were pushed into the stinky ditch.

Anyway... after a lot of chaos.

By the time Qin He put away the big iron shovel with satisfaction, almost half of the City God Temple had collapsed.

Qin He held the tied-up sacrificial spirit in his hand and hung it on the ox's horns.

This guy tried to escape the moment Qin He rushed into the City God Temple, but Qin He tied him up like a crab with a rope.

The Taoist's Immortal Binding Rope is indeed a magic weapon. It is very accurate at long distances and fast and accurate at close ranges.

The sacrificial spirit, already at the end of its strength, no longer had the ability to dodge.

At this moment, the City God trembled and stood up from the rubble, his face grim as he said, "Sir, I, Ling Tianheng, will bear the humiliation today. Could you please leave me a name so that I can learn from you in the future?"

At this moment, it is as miserable as it can be.

The ghost clothes distributed by the underworld were beaten into strips of cloth, the black gauze and python belt disappeared, and the ghost's body was filled with disordered yin energy, like a piece of smoking wood that could not be stopped.

The same is true for civil and military judges.

Judge Wen was especially brave. He held on to the yellow book and ink pen tightly while being beaten, and was the one who endured the beating the hardest.

The three Yin Gods were now on the verge of collapse, as if they were being ravaged by thousands of troops.

The City God couldn't help but be angry.

Qin He could have easily wiped them out completely with his magic power, but he didn't. He just used brute force to ravage them, and his magic power was only used to beat them so that they could not resist.

Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated!

Today is absolutely a great shame and humiliation for the City God.

"Hey, are you still not convinced?" Qin He asked with a smile, tilting his head.

The City God remained silent and said nothing.

Qin He climbed onto the cow and turned to look at him. "You want revenge, don't you? Come on, I'm the Great Green Ox Immortal!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the beef belly and jumped out, disappearing at the end of the street.

The City God's face was about to explode, and he growled, "Great Immortal Qingniu, I will never coexist with you. Just wait!"

……

At lightning speed, the calf carried Qin He back along the same route, and soon they returned to the brick kiln.

Qin He threw the sacrificial spirit onto the corpse-cleansing platform and prepared to burn the body.

Qin He was not sure whether the ghost that had condensed into a physical form could be considered a corpse, so he could only burn it to give it a try.

Ji Ling knew his time was up, but he didn't even beg for mercy. He looked at Qin He with a look of regret on his face and said, "I thought I could have another chance ten years later, but I never expected to run into you the moment I came out. This is heaven's will to destroy me."

"You are more aware than that Ling Tianheng." Qin He glanced at it, and casually stacked a Soul-Suppressing Seal, a Soul-Zombifying Seal, and a Soul-Fixing Seal on it, and then untied the Immortal Binding Rope.

The priest felt the effects of the three marks, his face showing even more surprise. He said, "You are very strong, really very strong, whether it's your internal energy, magic power, or magic."

"Thank you for the compliment, but this can't save you." Qin He looked left and right, but didn't find any place where the corpse needed to be cleansed, so he simply moved it onto the corpse-suppressing furnace.

"Hmph, it doesn't matter. At most, my soul will be scattered to pieces. As for you, Ling Tianheng is probably rushing to the underworld right now to prepare a prison for you. You will never be reborn." A cruel smile appeared on Ji Ling's face.

"Really? That sounds scary." Qin He shrugged.

"Do you know what role Ling Tianheng plays in the underworld?"

When the sacrificial spirit saw Qin He's indifferent expression, his face froze slightly, because he did not see the emotion he wanted to see on Qin He's face.

"What role?"

Qin He responded casually and picked out a few pieces of peach wood from a pile of wood in the brick kiln.

The burning ghost corpse is different from ordinary corpses. The temperature is not the key, but it must contain enough yang energy.

Peach wood contains yang energy and can be used to burn ghost corpses.

This is what Qin He learned from the Thirty-Six Styles of Soul Suppression.

"Ling Tianheng is the confidant of Commander Horse-faced Sima. If you offend him, your death is imminent." Ji Ling sneered.