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Chapter 1209 The Punishment of Heavenly Execution, All Murderous Opportunities Begin (Seeking Subscription Monthly Pass)

"Bold!"

"How dare you be rude in front of the emperor?"

"Shut up!"

The big red coffin and palanquin hugged each other, among the red-robed men advocating music, suddenly a man holding a cymbal shouted sharply, and the cymbal in his hand suddenly closed.

"Pong!"

There was only a sharp cymbal sound piercing the void like a sharp knife.

The "bacon" hanging on the poles all showed pain on their faces.

"Ah!" Even the mourning door god couldn't help covering his ears with his hands, making a sound of pain.

"Cut~"

Xingzhu let out a disdainful snort on Jiang Zhou's head.

Jiang Zhou just frowned slightly, unmoved.

But he knew very well that this cymbal was not simple.

If it wasn't for Xingzhu not knowing what tricks he used, although he who bears the brunt would not be frustrated, it is unlikely that he would bear it so lightly.

"Yeah! Mmm!"

Long Jinglang, who was hung on the pole, twisted his bacon-like body vigorously, as if trying to say something, but was imprisoned by some means, unable to speak at all.

"Ok?"

But at this time, the red-robed man's attack was useless, he seemed to be very surprised, and immediately became even more frightened and angry.

After the double, the cymbals will be struck again.

Jiang Zhou didn't give it a chance.

His lips and teeth parted slightly, and he spit out a word lightly: "Zhu."

The next moment, the man in the red robe appeared in front of the Yin soldiers very strangely and abruptly.

The body stagnated obviously, and immediately saw that his red robe and red veil were suddenly torn apart and exploded by an invisible force, revealing a terrifying withered black and yellow body, and the face was so withered that no shape could be seen.

Looking at the figure, it can be seen that she should be a woman before she was alive.

Even though the face could no longer be seen, one could still see the shock and fear frozen on the face.

But it only lasted for a moment, before countless ghost soldiers, like a red robe in front of everyone, suddenly exploded to pieces.

Minced meat and bones flew out, turning into streaks of black smoke while still in the air.

In a blink of an eye, there is nothing left.

Such a weird and terrifying method made the Sangmen God take it for granted.

Just because of the appearance of that Xuansha ghost king, a little thought was quietly suppressed.

I was startled and frightened.

How many tricks did this little grandpa fail to use?

Why is it that time and time again, the supernatural means used are not only in the legend, they are owned by the mighty gods who can shock the heavens, or they have never been seen or heard of?

It seems like it will never bottom out.

At this time, those sane people who were hung on the pole were also shocked.

Those who were trapped in the secret realm of Konghou together with Long Jinglang were even more delighted.

This reminded them of Jiang Zhou's tricks in the Konghou Secret Realm.

Although there is little hope, if there is such a means, they may still be saved.

"Little bastard, you are so courageous."

There was a moment of silence in the arena, and then a voice came from the big red sedan chair.

Dull as thunder, still self-confident and unruly, but obviously a little more serious.

Jiang Zhou was still sitting on the black stone, gently shaking the Nine Profound Treasure Cloud Fan, and said indifferently: "Old ghost, since you are dead, you should bury it in the soil obediently, and even run out to bluff and cheat. You are not afraid of dying again. The spirit is gone?"

While talking in his mouth, he was secretly calming down the surge of Fa Qi.

The sound just now seemed to be an understatement, but it was actually not that simple.

The four evils of attracting, immobilizing, separating, and chasing the soul are the preface, and the heavenly gang that reverses yin and yang is the keynote, and the punishment of "Heavenly Punishment" can be imposed.

This is a method that he has only recently realized from Tiangang Disha.

It is said to be enlightenment, but in fact it is still doing "subtraction".

Although it is rare to be quiet, he has never let go of his practice.

This method can send thunder in a silent place.

It is quite similar to the three tastes in the Taoist scriptures that the elephant is invisible and the big sound has no sound.

It's just that he still can't achieve the real big sound of the elephant. The punishment follows the heart, and he still needs to use the sound and form to send it out.

The power is great, but it is also difficult to control it at will.

It wasn't that his Taoism and magic power couldn't bear the attack just now, but this time, when the heaven punished him, he wanted to kill himself.

As the saying goes, the sky sends out murderous intentions, the stars move to change places, the earth sends murderous intentions, dragons and snakes rise from the land, and people send murderous intentions, the sky is turned upside down.

The punishment of "Heavenly Punishment" is issued to people, starting from heaven and earth, and the murderous intentions of heaven, earth and people are all over, how can it be calmed down easily?

Only with this method, one can see the supernatural powers of Tian Gang Di Sha.

A gust of wind blew up, blowing the spirit of the soul, and immediately there were dozens of people who were hung on the poles with little flesh left, and their bodies became drier visibly with the naked eye.

In an instant, the skin and flesh were like weathering, turning into fly ash inch by inch, leaving only a pale and dead bone.

As for the rest of the people, Rulong Jinglang and the others, with stronger blood, they managed to withstand the dark wind, but they were also dying.

It was still able to twist just now, but now it hangs down softly, with more air and less air, obviously almost exhausted.

A cold voice came from the red coffin sedan chair: "Little beast, do you know who you are talking to?"

"Quack quack..."

Before Jiang Zhou could speak, he heard a strange laugh, followed by a gust of bloody wind, and a figure appeared between the two sides.

"New food again? Good, good, good!"

"Although you bastard is annoying, it's not without benefits. So much food has been passed on, barely enough to satisfy Lao Tzu's appetite."

A red-haired evil corpse appeared in the bloody wind.

At this time, the evil spirit was billowing all over the body of the evil corpse, with an extremely vicious aura, almost substantive, manifesting a surging sea of ​​blood, filled with countless ghosts and grievances.

The red coffin sedan jumped suddenly, as if it was startled by the evil.

Jiang Zhou said calmly: "After eating so much, you are not afraid of holding me to death, but I am afraid that you will hold me up. I don't need you this time, so let me go back."

The evil corpse suddenly turned its head, its eyes turned blood red: "Beast! You want to cross the river and tear down the bridge, don't you?"

Unmoved, Jiang Zhou said, "I'm an animal, what are you? An animal?"

The evil corpse froze: "You...!"

Jiang Zhou was too lazy to argue with him.

Stretching out his hand, the Nine Profound Treasure Cloud Fan in his palm suddenly became more than ten feet long and several feet in diameter.

Throwing it towards the Sangmen God: "Sangmen God, I will give you a chance to slap a few fans."

The mourning door god took the fan in a hurry and looked at Jiang Zhou in bewilderment.

Jiang Zhou casually pointed at the Yin soldiers and ghost soldiers around him, and landed in the direction of the Yin army formation on the left: "Slap over there."

The mourning door god didn't understand its meaning, but he didn't dare to disobey it.

Holding the fan with both hands, he vigorously waved the fan in the direction Jiang Zhou pointed.

"call……"

A gust of wind blows.

Immediately, at a speed visible to the naked eye, the breeze turned into a strong wind, and the strong wind became a squall.

In the blink of an eye, a gust of wind whistling past seemed to be able to destroy the world.

The Sangmen God watched helplessly as the tens of thousands of evil soldiers and ghosts over there, the green flames in their eyes were extinguished in patches.

Flesh and blood turned to ashes, from head to toe, it seemed like a real illness, irresistible.

In a few breaths, the surrounding area was originally densely packed, surrounded by a watertight Yin soldier, and a huge gap appeared.

Not even a handful of bone scum can be seen, it is clean.

The power of a fan is so powerful!

"..."

The mourning door god staggered, and sat down on the ground, his dark face was completely dull, and his mouth opened and closed silently...

It wasn't intimidated, it was this fan that almost made it thin, it had no strength, and it couldn't even stand upright.

So it was scared silly.

What the fuck... did it do?
The mourning door god came back to his senses, his frozen expression collapsed again, and his face was full of mourning.

Howled in his mouth: "Little grandpa..."

"You're hurting me!"

(End of this chapter)