Invincible little uncle

Chapter 297 8. Daji, you didn't have a good baby
"Old Ling, how could you kill everyone at the slightest disagreement?"

Xia Guang hadn't had time to say anything yet.

Ling Juehu's hand speed was as fast as the wind, and as swift as light. There was no single enemy under his sword, and when he slashed and dragged out with the sword, it was full of blood.

For experts in all major dimensions who specialize in efficient silencers, killing people is like mowing grass.

How much does one sickle cut?
How much can be cut with one sword.

Therefore, when Xia Guang finished speaking, only a few people were left among the dozens of people at the opposite door.

Ling Juehu seemed to be thinking.

This time of thinking seemed to be unable to control the instinct, like driving at an extremely fast speed and could no longer stop. Jian Guang passed through the terrified expressions of the Taoists and cut off two or three more heads.

In an instant, there were only two or three people left on the other side.

Daoist Song Gongzi didn't dare to distort his face anymore, only the panic like madness remained, and he knelt down with another Taoist "plop".

Only then did they understand the meaning of the phrase "this grievance has been taken over by the Underworld".

Hell, retired for several years, less and less Sen Luo appeared in the rivers and lakes.

And there are more and more immortals in the lower realm.

But now... revisiting this fear, it turned out to be as much as before.

Xia Guang looked at the two kneeling down, nodded and said: "It seems that two lives were saved in time, Lao Ling, you have to be kind, and saving one life under the knife is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Today you built ten more pagodas." Level [-] Pagoda, come back."

Ling Juehu originally thought that Xia Guang wanted to blame him, but he was happy when he heard this, but he didn't show it on his face, he just lowered his head, stepped out, and stood behind the green robed man.

The main hall of the Murong family was full of blood.

Looking at Ling Xiaozi who was beaten to death on the ground, Xia Guang continued to watch.

Murong Chong's body was agitated, and he hurried out and said: "Shenwu King, Lord Shenwu King, these... are real Daoist people, not fake liars, and there won't be much blood at the wedding of a little girl. You, you have a lot of adults, so let's hold your hands high. "

Only then did he understand what kind of existence this Shenwu King who had been missing for ten years was, but he still had a lot of worries in his heart.

After all, a hero like King Shenwu never broke through the void from the beginning to the end.

After he disappeared, the heavens and earth were full of aura, and people began to ascend one after another, and immortals descended.

He didn't know the cause and effect of all this, but simply made a comparison.

A person who has not ascended, and a group of people who have ascended, experienced in the upper world, and descended to the mortal world, who is stronger?

Although he didn't know why Ling Xiaozi, the patriarch of the Taoist sect, was pinned to the ground and beaten to death, Murong Zhong was not a fool.

He knew that the two groups of people in front of him couldn't afford to offend him.

At the same time, he also hated himself, hated King Shenwu, because yesterday was his daughter's wedding, his son snatched the marriage, and my father brought people to the slaughterhouse
Xia Guang shook his head: "I'm just a mortal."

Then he raised his head and greeted him: "Nie'er, you're back, don't beat him, that bull-nosed man will soon be beaten to death by you."

Xia Ne chuckled: "Father, I beat him to death, and I'm whipping his corpse."

Xia Guang:.
Ling Juehu:
Murong Chong:
Everyone: .
Normally, this kind of immortal who can descend to the lower realm has reached the image realm. Although there is a huge difference in strength in the image realm, once entering the image realm, the image will not be destroyed, and the person will not be destroyed.

Xia Guang took a closer look. Just now, his son shot out with hatred, but he really didn't have any strength left in the attack, and the anger seemed to stimulate something. The outer layer of the fist appeared indistinctly with thick black streaks. Black is the mark of a big monster. Looks like Daji didn't have a good baby
This blackened skin seemed to be able to directly hit the statue. In the series of stormy attacks just now, this old-fashioned statue was really cracked by him.

this really kills
Looking up at Murong Chong's worried face, Xia Guang said indifferently: "I just brought my dog ​​to apologize today, but I was humiliated again and again. My old Xia family never bullied others, but if someone bullies you, And rise up to meet the enemy."

Murong Zhong sighed: "King of Divine Martial Arts, this immortal has never used it today, you have never seen their profound methods of overwhelming mountains and seas, riding the wind and riding the clouds, it is really beyond human power."

Ugh!
The head of the Murong family sighed heavily.

Xia Guang turned to look at Ling Juehu, "Old Ling, are immortals really great?"

Ling Juehu said: "Immortals are nothing special."

Xia Guang nodded: "Then go and wipe them out some other day. By the way, is the Jianghu supervision system implemented by Dazhou still there?"

Ling Juehu said: "My lord, this system has already existed in name only, because Da Zhou cannot control sects with immortals."

Xia Guang said with a calm face: "Well, let's continue to implement it. Alas, society must be orderly. Even if it is a fairy, is it superior to others? Can it do anything wrong? In order to maintain the stability and peace of the country, we still Not trying hard enough.

We were bullied today, so we can reverse it, but if bullying is done to others tomorrow, won’t they be wronged?
Isn't that right, Patriarch Murong? "

Murong Chong:
You won the fight, and everything is right.

"A distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor. After today, Patriarch Murong is planning to go to the Taoist sect to apologize?"

Murong Chong was taken aback when he heard the words.

He had the idea of ​​apologizing in the past, but when he was mentioned by the Shenwu King in front of him, he immediately understood that it was impossible for him to restore his relationship with the Taoist sect.

While he was in a daze, Xia Guang looked at Jiang Nanyi whose muscles had returned to normal: "Nie'er, we came here to apologize today, but we have dirty the main hall again, you bastard, clean it quickly, clean it up , let's go home again."

After half a day.

The Jiangnan No. [-] Tyrant secretly summoned a group of his own "horses". These "horses" are all the rich second generation, military second generation, official second generation and so on. Family", and then they all ran over to clean up with the eldest brother.

Although the atmosphere was stagnant, the people of Murong's family had a strange feeling when they saw this group of lawless ancestors cleaning up.

Not to mention them, even the younger brothers of Jiangnan Yiba feel weird in their hearts.

Originally, the eldest brother sent an urgent letter saying "Come to Murong's family quickly", but they thought they were going to ransack the house, or robbed a female family member of Murong's family, which was very exciting.

But I didn't expect it to be cleaning, and cleaning up the corpses all over the floor.

They have done a lot of this work.

It's just that the scene has always been dealt with, but the scene has never been cleaned.

With the order of the elder brother, thousands of troops came to meet each other, not to mention that the people he called at this time all came together from the underground sea of ​​swords and blood, and they all fought side by side and could give their backs to each other Brothers.

"Brother, what's the matter?"

"I've never seen my eldest brother lying on the ground wiping the floor?"

"These people are Taoists"

"So what about Daomen? Is it amazing?"

The younger brothers whispered to each other, but none of them understood why, until one of them lowered his voice and said, "Brother and his father are back."

A dumbass sneered: "What about the eldest brother and his father? Is it amazing?"

"Sorry, King Shenwu is just so amazing."

Immediately someone answered the call.

At this moment, in the living room not far away, on both sides of the red sandalwood coffee table, a man in green robes with a wild and unrestrained temperament sat on one side with the head of the Murong family.

On the coffee table, in the purple sand porcelain cup, the elegant tea fragrance is wafting out, and the light white water mist rises over the mouth of the cup, and then disappears quickly.

This house is the summer retreat of Murong's family, the place where it is located is cool in summer, but it is almost impossible to get close to it in winter.

"King Shenwu, what should I do!"

It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, and if she is weak, she will let her be her flesh, and all her thoughts are just daydreams. Murong Zhong naturally has calculations and gaps in his heart, but in the face of Taoism, immortals, these huge forces, he has nothing to do.

Looking up at this man with a wild temperament, when he looked up, the stubble on his chin was very smelly.

The man took a sip of his tea and quietly said a word: "Is it the king's land in the whole world, is it the king's subject on the shore of the land, I am the uncle of today's emperor, since there are mobs, then... either surrender, or death penalty."

(End of this chapter)