Film & TV: Public Enemy of Justice

Mu Qi resembled a large, fat bear, and then brandished his longsword as he charged towards Lin Yaoxie.

Lin Yaoxie thrust his sword directly into the area, having killed countless beings within. The beings within were naturally extremely terrifying.

Muqi was stabbed in the arm by a sword, and then howled in pain, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"Ahhh, my hand!" Mu Qi wailed, his eyes filled with rage.

Outside the city, a figure in black fluttered in the wind.

(of the king)

Lin Yaoxie was carrying a bundle, and in front of him was a red carriage weighing several taels.

"Here you go, little girl," Lin Yaoxie said.

Suddenly, Lin Yaoxie's eyes flashed strangely, his gaze filled with indifference.

The atmosphere was tense. In an instant, they were surrounded by a dozen or so cultivators in green robes, while Su Liuli and her maids were tied up.

Leading the group was Zhang Xiaofan, whose eyes held an extreme savagery.

"Damn you, damn you! You killed everyone in my Grass Temple Village! You're the devil!" Zhang Xiaofan roared, his eyes filled with rage.

Lin Yaoxie's eyes were icy cold as he mocked, "Do you know what the most tragic thing is?"

At this moment, Zhang Xiaofan had lost all his luck. Lin Yaoxie didn't know if it was because of his involvement or some other reason, but Zhang Xiaofan no longer possessed a transcendent aura; instead, he was filled with violence.

Chapter Eight is utterly ridiculous

"I slaughtered all the villagers of Grass Temple Village, hahahaha, poor Zhang Xiaofan!" Lin Yaoxie laughed loudly.

The fat cultivator behind him changed his expression drastically, then waved his hand to kill.

"Aren't you all coming out yet?" Lin Yaoxie asked, looking around.

"You still dare to lie to me!" the fat monk roared.

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Suddenly someone roared, and everyone roared in response. Dozens of men in black, who had been hiding among the grass and trees, suddenly charged toward the cultivator in green robes.

The cultivator in green robes retaliated, but there were too many men in black. He was killed more than a dozen times before he coughed up blood and fled.

Among the leaders, a man in black with strange eyes, was tall and burly, wielding a black longsword. He looked at Lin Yaoxie and laughed loudly, "Not bad, kid. Our Ghost King Sect has been observing you."

You, Qingyun Sect truly despises you to the extreme. You forged a demonic weapon yourself, yet you framed us. It's utterly mocking.

Upon hearing the name Ghost King Sect, Su Liuli, inside the sedan chair, couldn't help but shudder. According to the Qingyun Sect, the Ghost King Sect was the ultimate demonic sect, a sect that represented slaughter.

But now that it seems that's not the case, Su Liuli couldn't help but feel puzzled.

What exactly is righteousness and what is evil?

Because Lin Yaoxie witnessed the Qingyun disciples annihilating a village, he was destined to be killed by them.

Su Liuli didn't understand, her eyes wide with surprise, and she gave a wry smile.

"Please wait a moment, everyone." Lin Yaoxie smiled faintly and clasped his hands in a fist salute to the man in black before walking towards the red sedan chair.

As for Zhang Xiaofan, he had already escaped, and Lin Yaoxie did not chase after him at all, because Zhang Xiaofan no longer possessed the Qi Luck within him, and he had obviously disappeared from Qi Luck long ago.

As they approached the red sedan chair, Su Liuli, the demonic being, tossed a bundle to them. A maidservant nearby curiously opened it, only to be utterly terrified, collapsing to the ground with a thud.

With a look of horror.

"This belongs to Mu Qi. You really killed him?" Su Liuli's eyes widened in shock, and she exclaimed excitedly.

"I mean what I say," Lin Yaoxie said with a faint smile, and then walked towards the man in black.

"I am Su Bai, the eldest disciple of the outer sect of the Ghost King Sect. I have come to Titan City to investigate the mystery of the village massacre. You know, there are rumors that my Ghost King Sect massacred the village." Su Bai clasped his hands in a fist salute and couldn't help but laugh as he looked at Lin Yaoxie.

The more Su Bai interacted with Lin Yaoxie, the more he felt that Lin Yaoxie was more suitable to be a member of the Demonic Sect, as the records described him as extremely extraordinary.

"We, your twenty junior brothers, spent a long time investigating here before we learned all this. How is it, brother?" Su Bai laughed loudly, looking at Lin Yaoxie.

"The Qingyun Sect is truly disgusting. Their own disciples did such a thing, and they're framing my Demonic Ghost King Sect. Is this what they call a righteous sect?" Su Bai sneered.

"If we join the Demonic Sect together, I'd like to see the Ghost King Sect." Lin Yao's eyes were strange, and then he sighed.

"I'm leaving." Lin Yaoxie said softly, looking at Su Liuli.

As a womanizer, Lin Yaoxie couldn't help but sigh.

"Will you come back?" Su Liuli bit her lip and whispered.

"nature."

Ghost King Sect.

The Ghost King Sect is located north of the Qingyun Mountains, and the Qingyun Gate is three thousand miles away. According to records, it is extremely strange.

Three thousand miles away lies the territory of the Ghost King Sect, located in the east.

He dismounted and looked at the rain; this was the third day since Lin Yaoxie had arrived at the Ghost King Sect.

At this time, while inspecting the ancestral temple, many disciples were waiting.

Standing in the temple, an old man in a black robe looked at the crowd and smiled.

"Joining the Ghost King Sect is merely a test for you all. It is to draw the sword in front of the temple gate. Anyone who can hold out for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn will be accepted. If it takes less than that, you will be rejected." Although the old man in black robes looked like a demon, he did not speak arrogantly or hypocritically.

"Is it that simple? Just draw your sword."

(aefe)

"Hmph, do you know what this is? This is the infamous Zhan family slave of the Ghost King Sect. It is the ghost sword of the first ancestor and it carries the power of frost. Let alone pulling it out, apart from the invincible geniuses of the first three generations, no one else can pull it out at all. Anyone who can withstand it for even an incense stick's time is just an ordinary genius."

The crowd couldn't help but gasp, their eyes filled with utter shock.

Looking at the black sword, which exudes an icy aura like that of millennia-old ice, one can't help but feel extremely shocked.

The black sword exuded a terrifying aura, and the crowd lined up, waiting to draw their swords.

The leader was a burly man with a dark face. He looked at the black sword and roared, then drew the sword directly. Instantly, a surge of icy power emanated from it, leaving the viewer feeling extremely shocked.

Before half a cup of tea could be brewed, the burly man with the dark face suddenly coughed up blood. The hand that had drawn the sword was completely black and trembling uncontrollably.

"Disqualified," the black-robed elder said coldly, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

The next one was a young man in silver robes. He drew his black sword and instantly exuded a terrifying aura.

The boy was sweating profusely, gritting his teeth, until the bell rang after an incense stick's time. Only then did the old man in black robes soften his gaze and smile, "Not bad, an incense stick's time has passed. Go to the outer sect to collect your disciple robes."

Seeing the boy pass the test, everyone couldn't help but look at him with amazement and envy.

"Oh my god, I actually passed! The Ghost King Sect has extremely strict requirements for accepting disciples. It only happens once every ten years now, so I absolutely can't miss it."

The crowd was extremely excited, their eyes filled with wonder, and they were all itching to draw their swords.

It was Lin Yaoxie's turn. At this moment, Lin Yaoxie was dressed in a black robe, his eyes filled with a murderous look.

He watched as the black sword was drawn and the sword flew away, a strange look in his eyes.

As Lin Yaoxie drew his sword, he experienced this feeling, and his eyes widened in astonishment.

The power of drawing the sword was incredibly terrifying, carrying endless chill, which made people feel extremely shocked and their eyes filled with a strange look.

At this moment, Lin Yao's evil eyes appeared strangely, seemingly unfolding in the void before his eyes and revealing a bizarre scene.

It was a burly man, dressed in a black robe, carrying a black sword that exuded an extremely terrifying aura. He stood in the sky and slashed his sword at a mountain range. This was the ultimate power, and in an instant, a mountain range was shattered.

"This, this kind of power is what immortals do. Moving mountains and filling seas, it's terrifying with a wave of the hand. This is the power of immortals. This is the power I want." Lin Yaoxie roared, his eyes filled with extreme fanaticism.

At this moment, inside the Ghost King Sect's ancestral temple, everyone stared wide-eyed, because the man in black robes was still drawing his sword, and three incense sticks had already been burned.

What exactly is this being? It's already reached the top twenty on the rankings after three incense sticks' worth of time!

"My God, we've witnessed the birth of a core disciple!" everyone exclaimed in shock.

Chapter Nine: Drawing the Sword

Everyone was amazed, and even the old man in black robes looked on with astonishment, having been extremely shocked since the second incense stick burned.

The black sword exudes a terrifying aura and contains the power of ten thousand years of ice. Once a mortal touches it, they will feel the icy chill penetrating to the bone, and the terrifying icy power within is simply unbearable.

So it's clear how difficult it is to persist for even the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, yet at this moment it has deeply shocked everyone.

Judging from his appearance, the man in black robes in front of them must be between twenty and thirty years old, but the aura emanating from his body was extremely evil, and his resolute expression was shocking and astonishing.

Holding a black sword is an excruciating torment in itself, yet the man held it proudly, his expression one of utter astonishment.

"It's truly terrifying. I've seen too many terrifying people, but this is the first time I've encountered someone like this. It's absolutely shocking."

"That's right, this is my third time participating in the Ghost King Sect's outer disciple selection competition. I've seen countless invincible figures, but this kind of terrifying existence is truly the first time I've encountered one."

"So terrifying, he could probably be ranked among the top ten most promising outer sect disciples."

Everyone was quite shocked, their eyes filled with astonishment.

Potential Ranking of Outer Gates.

The Outer Sect Potential Ranking is a ranking that tests the strength of outer sect disciples, and only unparalleled geniuses can be included on the list.

As the three incense sticks burned out, the black sword emitted a buzzing sound and actually lifted a few inches off the ground. Although it was only a few inches, everyone was still shocked.

Because previously only three people had managed to last for one incense stick, while Lin Yaoxie had lasted for three incense sticks and even managed to lift himself up into the air, everyone was naturally quite shocked.

Soon, an old man in a gray robe emerged from the inner cliff. He was not tall, but his eyes were extremely sharp.

Upon seeing the old man, everyone was immediately shocked.

These are the three elders below the Ghost King. Elder Wu'an is said to be only one step away from reaching the Shangqing realm; he is terrifying indeed.

Everyone was amazed, their eyes wide with wonder.

"Come with me." Looking at Lin Yaoxie, the gray-robed old man nodded in satisfaction, then waved to Lin Yaoxie.

As they entered the inner sect's mountain peaks, Elder Wu'an pointed to a medium-sized peak and said to Lin Yaoxie, "This will be your Daoist abode from now on, and I will be your master."

With his long robe fluttering, Elder Wu'an laughed.

"Disciple greets Master." Lin Yaoxie clasped his hands in greeting, secretly sighing that the Demonic Sect was still more suitable for him.

"By becoming my disciple, you will naturally receive a magical treasure. This is the Ghost God Spear, which carries a deterrent power. Once it pierces an enemy, the enemy will bleed profusely and die from blood loss. These are three Explosion Pills. If you encounter a difficult enemy, you can directly throw in the Explosion Pills. The Explosion Pills can cause damage to enemies below the eighth level of Jade Purity."

The blood-red spear emitted an eerie light, and inside the jade box were three strange explosive pills.

Looking at the spear and the pills, Lin Yaoxie felt a stirring in his heart, thinking that having a powerful background was quite nice.