I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Chapter 367 Acid

"kill!"

Without any verbal communication, as Kimura standing on a hill raised his samurai sword and let out a loud note, hundreds of undead warriors rushed forward.

Qin Yao reached out and took out the magic pearl, and summoned the red and white army to block the black torrent.

The torrents of red, white, and black collided together in an instant, the sounds of weapons screaming, strange music, angry roars, and tragic fighting sounds. Countless sounds were intertwined to compose an epic story called war. movement.

"Puff puff……"

Qin Yao held the long and narrow Zhanshen Dao in both hands, and with an unstoppable posture, he slashed through a road in the black torrent, stepped on the void, and came step by step to the top of the mountain where Mucun was.

"Why do you have to be our enemy?" Kimura pulled out his saber and growled in a low voice.

"Because you're a devil." Qin Yao said, rushing towards the opponent with the Zhanshen Dao in one hand.

"kill!"

Kimura clenched the saber with both hands, raised the hilt to his right cheek, and rushed towards Qin Yao with a roar.

"boom."

The two staggered, and the two swords collided.

A flash of horror flashed in Kimura's eyes holding the saber, only to see that half of the long-bladed saber in his hand was missing, and the fracture was smooth.

And on the ground behind him, half of the blade happened to be inserted.

"The saber in your hand..." Mucun threw away half of the saber, turned around and looked at the long saber in Qin Yao's hand, his eyes gradually became fiery.

"Fusang Famous Sword, Killing God." Qin Yao turned the wrist holding the knife, and said indifferently: "My spoils of war."

Kimura raised his arms, and the handle of the samurai sword gradually appeared in the palms of both hands, and then the snow-white blade: "Later, it will become my trophy."

"Shh."

Qin Yao's body turned into an afterimage, and he came to the top of Mucun's head in an instant, and the long knife fell down like lightning.

"boom!"

Subconsciously, Kimura raised his sword to block, but the two swords in his hands snapped off at the sound. If he hadn't dodged fast enough, his head would have been doomed.

"ah!!!"

Kimura raised his double swords against the gray sky, and two thick swirls of spiritual energy suddenly descended from the sky and landed on the double swords. The half of the blades that disappeared instantly returned to normal.

Qin Yao stepped on the ground, his body flew up like a cannonball, and the long knife slashed towards Mucun's neck with a terrifying sound of airflow.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Kimura's double swords are like dancing butterflies, beautiful and beautiful, they protect the whole body without leaking water, but within ten blows, the double swords will be broken.When the blade broke, there was a huge flaw in the perfect-level defense, and every time he narrowly escaped death, the scars on his body became more and more serious!

A good weapon is enough to play a decisive role when the strength is almost the same.Even more than a hundred years ago, the entire cultivation world judged heroes based on the strength of magic weapons...

"Those who are approaching the army, all march forward in formation!"

One after the other, Mu Cun didn't dare to wait any longer. With a loud shout, his body changed into dozens, and all of them stepped into the air, slashing at Qin Yao.

"Mr. Qin, let me help you."

At this time, Zhang Ling, who was brandishing a dagger, also rushed out to surround him with ghost warriors, and threw the gleaming golden dagger fiercely at the figure of Kimura in midair.

"Hey."

The dagger pierced through a wooden village easily, but it didn't seem to have any effect on it.

He even dragged five figures down and rushed towards her viciously!

"Try it with a golden hammer."

Qin Yao put away the Zhanshen Dao, clasped his hands together, and summoned the phantom of Arhat. He waved his huge golden fist as he wished, and with one punch, the two figures of Kimura who kept approaching him were sent flying tens of meters away.

Zhang Ling quickly pulled out the lotus hammer tied behind him, and with all his strength, smashed hard at the figure who was rushing towards him.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom."

With one blow, the five figures were like a bunch of balloons pierced by flying needles, and they all shattered in the blink of an eye.

The power of a hammer is so terrifying!
"Zhang Ling, continue!"

After seeing the power of the lotus hammer, Qin Yao's heart moved. He manipulated the Arhat's golden body, changed the hammer into a grab, grabbed the figure of Kimura, and threw it to Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling jumped up, rounded his arms, and hit Mu Cun, whom Qin Yao had thrown over, with a hammer, smashing it like a balloon.

"idiot!"

Kimura was startled and angry, and dozens of figures rushed towards Zhang Ling, trying to get back the lotus hammer.

"Master Bayou." Qin Yao teleported to Zhang Ling's side and fought against dozens of figures with his golden body, but all the figures caught by him were thrown to Zhang Ling to be crushed.

"Those who are approaching the army, all march forward in formation!"

After a long time, Qin Yao and the two of them were about to destroy Mucun with great difficulty, but one of Mucun suddenly jumped out of the battlefield and cast a spell again.

Qin Yao's eyes were filled with golden light, and he fixed his eyes on Mucun who was casting the spell.I saw that in the dark, there is a will in the space that manipulates the aura in the ghosts and creatures, and creates "incarnations" for it.

"The source of strength..."

Qin Yao suddenly realized, and said that such a perverted avatar technique cannot exist in the world, and each avatar has the same strength as the main body.

"A Ling, I'll block him, you go find the source of the ghost's power and crush it with a golden hammer!"

Zhang Ling nodded, backed away quickly, tried his best to circulate the mana in his body, and propped up a vertical light in the center of his forehead, like an eye, scanning the world.

After a long time, the vertical light in the center of her forehead was aimed at a white pool, and inside the pool, a black, ink-like stone was beating like a heart.

"I found it, it's in that pool!"

Qin Yao turned his head and glanced at the lime water pool. In the original book, it should be a pond for transforming corpses. Human or ghost corpses can be turned into nothingness if poured into it.

"There is a problem with the pool water, don't touch it...Xiao Wenjun, go help and drain the pool water."

A figure with long hair and shawl emerged from the ground, changed shape, and came to the bank of Gray Pond in an instant.

"what!"

Xiao Wenjun raised his arms, raised his head and screamed, endless ghost energy rushed out of his body, forming a violent tornado, slowly moving to the top of the pool.

"Wow, wow, wow..."

Numerous gray-white pools of water were sucked up by the tornado and thrown far away, and the water level in the pool dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Soon, the pool was completely drained, and Zhang Ling jumped into the empty pool. When her shoes touched the wet rocks, white smoke came out. She was startled and quickly attached her mana to the soles of her feet.

"Chi, Chi."

After taking two strides to reach the black stone, Zhang Ling raised the sole of his foot and saw that the entire sole of the shoe was burned through. If it were not for the protection of mana, what would have happened to his foot?

"call."

Exhaling lightly, Zhang Ling bent down, swung the lotus hammer in his hand, and slammed it hard at the thumping black stone.

"boom."

The hammer hit the black stone, and there was a thunderous explosion in the ghost space, and countless small cracks appeared on the smooth stone instantly.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Zhang Ling kept swinging and dropping the hammer, and the black stone gradually stopped beating, with deep marks all over it.

"Boom."

When the thirty-seventh hammer fell with a bang, the black stone was suddenly torn apart, countless cracks began to appear in the sky and the ground, and the world was in turmoil.

"Xiao Wenjun, take Zhang Ling and go quickly." Qin Yao shouted.

"Whoosh whoosh."

Xiao Wenjun's black hair danced wildly, quickly tied Zhang Ling's waist, pulled her out of the empty pool, and rushed towards the light gate in mid-air with her.

Qin Yao fought and retreated, stopping the ghost warrior who was almost mad for them, and escorting them through the gate of light.

"He ruined everything for us, and he must die here today." The only three Mucun bodies roared to the sky, and suddenly turned into three streamers, rushing towards Qin Yao brazenly.

Qin Yao controlled the golden body of Arhat and pushed out the huge golden palm of Arhat.

"boom."

A Kimura's body exploded in the golden palm, and the powerful force instantly tore the golden palm and half of his arm.

"boom."

The second Kimura blew himself up on Arhat's chest, making a huge transparent hole here.

"boom."

The third Kimura blew himself up on Arhat's head, blasting his head so that his true energy escaped.

Qin Yao seemed to be hit by a sap, his body suspended in mid-air trembled, and fell down uncontrollably.

"Whizzing……"

At the very moment, two figures, one red and one white, rushed out from below, each holding one of Qin Yao's arms, leading him to escape from this crumbling world.

"boom!"

Just after they flew out of the mirror, within three seconds, the world inside the mirror completely collapsed, and all the ghost warriors and ghosts were reduced to nothingness.

"What a thrill."

With the support of the wedding gown and mourning gown, Qin Yao gasped heavily and said with lingering fear.

He almost couldn't get out!

The ghost knows whether the system can protect him from the annihilation of space.

"Mr. Qin, thank you for saving your life." At this time, Zhang Ling, who was also in throbbing, came to Qin Yao and bowed deeply.

Qin Yao waved his hand: "We are comrades-in-arms, you save me, I save you, it's a matter of course, don't be so polite."

"It's good that everything is safe..." Uncle Jiu said with emotion, "You scared me so much."

He didn't dare to think about what he would do and what would happen if something happened to Qin Yao.

"it's okay no problem."

Qin Yao breathed out a turbid breath, feeling that his head was not so dizzy, he took his arms out from between Hongbai Shuangsha's chest, and said sincerely: "Wedding clothes, mourning clothes, you have worked hard."

"It's not hard." Sangyi said calmly.

"We just did what we should do." The wedding dress smiled.

Qin Yao smiled and took out the magic pearl: "Go back and have a good rest."

Shuangsha nodded, then turned into two rays of light, and suddenly entered the magic bead.

"It's so strange, so strange that something that ordinary people would be unlucky to touch with a little bit becomes a lucky star here." Uncle Jiu, who witnessed this scene with his own eyes, was amazed.

Qin Yao: "Probably they are not as evil as me, so they can't beat me."

Hearing this, Zhang Ling's eyes trembled slightly...

Aside from the fact that he didn't like himself, the two of them were almost a match made in heaven.

"Then you must hold on to it, and don't fall into the way of magic." Uncle Jiu said with a smile: "Otherwise, I'm afraid it will be a catastrophe for the entire cultivation world."

Qin Yao shrugged his shoulders and looked around: "You two Fengshui masters, this ghost is gone, and the eyes are broken. Why is the Yin Qi in the building still so heavy?"

"Because it takes a process to disperse the yin energy." Zhang Ling said: "Unless the building manager is willing to do what I said before, otherwise, it will take at least six or seven years for the yin energy to completely dissipate."

Qin Yao: "Can the broken eyes be repaired?"

"It can't be repaired." Uncle Jiu said decisively: "It's like a broken mirror that can't be re-rounded. Once the eyes of the formation are broken, the Yin-gathering formation will be considered abolished."

Qin Yao breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "That's it, in the future, the yin will be less and less, at most it will be haunted, and it won't be so dangerous like this time..."

Zhang Ling looked at him without blinking, and said quietly: "Mr. Qin, there are still five cities."

Qin Yao: "..."

"Cough cough."

Shaoyan, Uncle Jiu coughed dryly and said, "Qin Yao, is there anything else? If not, I'll go back to Yizhuang first."

"It's gone, we can handle the next thing." Qin Yao responded quickly.

Ninth Uncle nodded slightly, hesitated for a moment, whether he did not say anything about his master, flipped the mahogany sword into the scabbard behind him, and drifted away.

"Mr. Qin, your master is really a master!" Looking at his leaving back, Zhang Ling couldn't help sighing.

"You have to say this in front of him," Qin Yao said.

Zhang Ling was startled, and asked in surprise, "Why?"

"Because he likes to hear it."

Zhang Ling: "..."

How can such an expert be so superficial? ? ?
"It's time to count the harvest..." Qin Yao didn't explain to her what is good face and what is arrogance. He took out the official seal of Baiyu and called out the recent details.

Kill the old ghost in the grave, and get forty-four points of Yinde.

Behead Li Chen's wife, gain [-] points of yin virtue.

Kill the ghost king Kimura and gain [-] Yinde points.

kill...

kill...

……

Qin Yao's eyes glanced over the names of countless ghost warriors, and when he looked at the bottom, he saw that there was a clear record on it:

Total: two thousand two hundred and thirty-seven points.

The total balance of Yinde is: [-] points.

"It's so exciting." Qin Yao touched his chin and said softly.

Zhang Ling: "???"

What's going on?

It's weird that such a sentence pops up out of nowhere!
"There are still five cities, at least five hidden stakes. If a hidden stake is [-] yuan, then after a round trip, you can almost be promoted." Qin Yao thought for a while, muttering to himself: "So, when the time comes, should I promote myself or my master? What do I want to do with divine authority and filial piety?"

Hearing this, Zhang Ling generally understood a little bit, and a strong feeling of envy suddenly emerged in his heart.

Because of some unbearable past events, she left Longhu Mountain and the ancestral family built by her ancestors.

Without Tianshidao's full help, even though she is extremely talented and belongs to the only one among Tianshidao's disciples of the same generation, she will not get the chance to be an official!
You can't be an official, you can't be a god, no matter how much evil you accumulate, you can't get it in this life, it can only be used at the end of this life, the biggest use should be to choose a better background for the next life...

It's good that there is no comparison, but after this comparison, the extreme sense of gap is really unbearable!

(End of this chapter)