A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

really.

Just a moment before Ji Zuodao was about to throw himself into the arms of his three masters.

The Third Master's "sincere" smile instantly twisted, his outstretched arm transformed into a claw, and with a vicious wind, it lunged straight for Ji Zuodao's heart, his roar like thunder:

"You wretched beast! You've been running wild down the mountain for a few months, and now you think you're all grown up? You dare not come home to report first, but instead run off to that rich woman in the back mountains to wag your tail? I'll beat the shit out of you!"

Ji Zuodao's excitement vanished instantly, and he twisted his waist at an incredible angle, narrowly avoiding the heart-piercing claw.

The embrace instantly transformed into a fierce elbow strike, aimed at the Third Master's face, while simultaneously shouting even louder curses:

"Old Deng! I was there to collect compensation for emotional distress! How dare you say that? Who was it that lost the bet and pawned me with the Empress back then?! I'm settling accounts with you all today!"

"boom!"

The dull thud of flesh colliding.

But this is just the opening act.

The real "greeting" is only just beginning.

"You wretched creature! You dare to fight back?!"

"You old bastard! I'm hitting you!"

"Buzzing—!"

The air suddenly became thick and scorching, as if it were being squeezed and compressed by an invisible hand!

A terrifying surge of spiritual energy erupted into the sky, causing the pebbles in the yard to tremble and the wilted seedlings to instantly collapse to the ground, while the crooked old tree trembled violently.

Behind the Third Master, the void twisted, and a huge, fierce golden-winged roc, entwined with the power of wind and thunder, manifested.

With a flap of its wings, it almost covered half of the mountaintop. Its golden eyes were cold and domineering, and its sharp whistle pierced through gold and split rocks!

Almost simultaneously, the head master and the second master also opened their Dharma forms.

A celestial being with a wavy head appeared behind him, with a lion's head and a human body, its mane like flames, and its eyes seemed to reflect the cycle of birth and death.

A celestial being with a long nose that curls to the sky, fangs like halberds, and a body covered in thick armor and bones, exuding a wild and fierce aura.

The three demonic immortals stood tall and imposing, their auras intertwined, exuding overwhelming ferocity.

As for Ji Zuodao, facing the initial attack and pressure from his three masters, he grinned.

That little tiger tooth stood out conspicuously amidst the overwhelming demonic atmosphere, even appearing somewhat ferocious.

"Well done! Let me see if you three old geezers have gotten any worse in just a few months!"

Before he could finish speaking, a torrent of blood-red light erupted from his body!

A viscous, murky, blood-red phantom, exuding endless resentment and murderous intent, spread out, instantly dyeing half the sky dark red.

A twelve-tiered blood-red lotus platform slowly rotated and rose.

On the lotus platform, the Styx Ancestor sat upright.

On one side were the three demon immortals, Qiu Shou Xian, Ling Ya Xian, and Jin Chi Da Peng, their fierce power overwhelming and their demonic aura sweeping across the land.

On one side was the Dharma image of the Styx Ancestor, its blood-red light obscuring the sun, its killing intent soaring to the heavens.

There was no warm greeting of reunion after a long separation, no mutual apologies of hardship between teacher and student.

The traditions of Lion Camel Ridge have always been simple and unpretentious.

next moment.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Four terrifying Dharma forms, enough to cause a huge upheaval in the outside world, collided head-on at the top of Lion Camel Ridge, at an altitude of 3,700 meters, without any frills!

The shockwave visibly exploded in a ring shape!

Although the three old men had suppressed their cultivation to the Dharma Aspect Realm, the tacit understanding they had developed over the past century of beating others was already ingrained in their bones.

The three figures intertwined, their fists, palms, claws, and hooves attacking from all sorts of unbelievable angles, sealing off all of Ji Zuodao's room to maneuver.

"Bang! Snap! Thud!"

The muffled thuds followed by sharp cracks created a violent symphony.

"Ouch! You old bastard, you kicked me in the kidney?!"

"I'm going to hit your kidneys! To make you fawn over people in the back mountains!"

"Who offered... Ouch! Master Chef, did you knock me out?!"

"Nonsense, if I don't knock you out, you'll honestly confess where you hid your year-end bonus!"

Ji Zuodao was no match for six hands with his two fists. Before he knew it, his second master delivered a simple yet powerful "Elephant Charge" to his chest.

"Get out of here—!"

Accompanied by the gloating shouts of the third master.

Ji Zuodao felt like a baseball hit to a home run by a pitching machine, and with a whoosh, he turned into a streak of light and flew diagonally towards the clouds.

People are in mid-air, the world is spinning, and the wind is whistling in their ears.

Ji Zuodao grinned, revealing his sharp little tiger teeth, a glint of "you're finished" flashing in his eyes.

"Those three old men, they have no sense of martial ethics, huh?"

"Let me show you what a fucking surprise really is!"

Before he finished speaking, he formed a hand seal with one hand.

"boom--!!!"

It was not thunder, but it was more muffled and viscous than thunder, carrying boundless resentment and a pungent smell of blood, and it erupted from the depths of the void!

Crimson, viscous blood, like a dark sea of ​​blood that had gathered all the sins and filth of the world, burst forth from the void behind him!

It was like the Milky Way overflowing, or the sky weeping blood.

A raging sea of ​​blood, obscuring the sky and sun, relentlessly and mercilessly assaulted the three towering demon immortal figures below—

It was poured on!

"Holy crap?! That's incredible!"

"Really?! Wait, where's the domain? How come it's been released outside?"

"My feathers! My golden wings are going to be dyed red!"

Before the sea of ​​blood even arrived, the filthy and foul stench was already overwhelming.

The three demon immortals, who had just been working together seamlessly and exuding an awe-inspiring presence, froze in unison, their faces simultaneously displaying a twisted, anthropomorphic expression of disgust.

This isn't some kind of magical duel, is it?

This is nothing short of a biological attack! It's indiscriminate mental pollution!

It's like a naughty kid carrying an 800-year-old basin of water and pouring it over your treasured figurine!

"Disperse!"

"Disperse quickly!"

"Avoid its sharp edge! This sea of ​​blood is malevolent!"

The Golden-Winged Roc flapped its wings rapidly, stirring up a raging wind, but it could not blow away the sticky, filthy blood.

Lingya Xian flailed its long nose wildly, trying to swirl away the blood waves, but instead it was stained with an ominous dark red.

The dragon-headed immortal's mane bristled, flames erupted, and a hissing, corrosive sound emanated from where it came into contact with the sea of ​​blood, emitting a pungent stench.

The once imposing siege formation was instantly shattered and left in a sorry state.

Looking at his three masters in the chaos below, and their inexplicably comical, "colored" divine images, Ji Zuodao finally couldn't help but...

"Hahaha! Old folks, how does this filial piety foot-washing water taste?"

He laughed wildly, his voice exceptionally clear amidst the roaring sea of ​​blood and the furious shouts of his masters.

Above Lion Camel Ridge, a sea of ​​blood surged, and demonic energy billowed, occasionally punctuated by furious roars and the arrogant laughter of a traitorous disciple.

Ji Zuodao had barely chuckled a few times when a wave of emptiness washed over him!

The illusory image of the Styx Ancestor flickered and then vanished.

The sea of ​​blood he had just summoned beneath his feet vanished without a trace before it even touched the ground.

Only a faint, unpleasant, fishy-sweet smell remained in the air.

"Holy crap?"

Ji Zuodao froze in mid-air.

This consumption... isn't it a bit too outrageous?!

Three seconds! He was cool for only three seconds?! And the blue bar went completely empty?!

The sea of ​​blood hadn't even fully settled down to give the three master craftsmen a thorough soak, and he couldn't hold on any longer?

No wonder! No wonder Uncle Liu was cursing and swearing back then.

This thing isn't some kind of supernatural power.

This is a fucking water pump! A money shredder! A bottomless pit designed to drain spellcasters dry!

How do you play this? Three seconds of being a real man, then lying flat on the spot and letting yourself be beaten?

This half-finished supernatural power cannot be used in the realm of other people's supernatural powers.

Just as Ji Zuodao was internally ranting and raving, his face turning white then green, then green then white again.

The corners of the mouths of the three deities slowly and in unison stretched to the sides.

It evoked a smile that was three parts amused, three parts understanding, three parts as expected, and one part undisguisedly "kind."

"call……"

The three enormous Dharma images took a step forward.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

Like three moving mountains, they moved slowly and steadily towards the tiny figure in the air, carrying a chilling sense of oppression...

They gathered around.

Ji Zuodao's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

She forced a smile that looked worse than crying, an extremely obedient and ingratiating smile, even with a hint of pitifulness.

Their voices were weak and unsteady due to insufficient spiritual energy; they asked tentatively and tentatively:

"Um... well..."

"The three masters are wise, powerful, and magnanimous..."

"Can we talk about something?"

"Next..."

"Not slapping my face..."

"Is...is it okay?"