I'm a Big Boss In Uncle Jiu's World Chapter 289

Chapter 289: I will resist all kinds of karma

“So what if you bully the minority with more?” Zhu Qi sneered: “His brother, if you have the ability, you can also call for others!”

“That's what I mean too.” Qin Yao nodded and took out the magic bead: “The red and white demons have appeared.”

“Swish, swish, swish…”

Threads of red light and white light continued to fly out from the magic bead, manifesting into evil ghosts in front of him, looking at the Eight Immortals with expressionless faces.

“Xiao Wenjun.” Under the confused gazes of the Eight Immortals, Qin Yao put away the Demonic Spirit Pearl and called out.

A ghost with long hair shawl and a gloomy aura flew out of the ground, with a head full of black hair rippling in the air like seaweed.

“Xia Yu.” Qin Yao said again.

“Why am I here again?” Xia Yu turned into a sea monster with a dissatisfied expression, and his ferocious saw teeth kept opening and closing.

Qin Yao ignored him and shouted into the darkness: "Mao Mata."

“How did you know I was following you?” On the wall of the alley, a black cat seemed to be walking on the moon.

"A cat's curiosity is second only to its nine lives..." Qin Yao said with a smile.

Looking at this, it seemed... wrong, it should be said that it was just a bunch of demons and ghosts that appeared in an instant. The Eight Immortals were stunned.

What is this? ? ?

At first glance, he was alone, but in the blink of an eye, a group of monsters appeared.

Hence, you carry an army of demons with you? !

It is simply unworthy of a son of man.

Qin Yao raised his divine sword and took the lead in charging at Zhu Qi: "Kill, leave no one behind!"

A melee broke out, and the Eight Immortals were at a disadvantage from the beginning. Gradually, they were only able to parry under the siege of a group of demons and ghosts, and had no power to fight back...

"Brothers, the Eight Immortals are crossing the sea!" Seeing defeat imminent, Yu Canhua shouted sternly with a worried look on her face.

"No, you are a human being and we are ghosts. Yin and Yang have different paths, so we cannot use the Eight Immortals to cross the sea." Lu Dongbin said anxiously as he killed the sea monster with a powerful sword.

“Poof!”

Yu Canhua was cruel to others, but even more cruel to herself. She turned her hand and stabbed herself in the heart with a knife, and the blade pierced her heart.

"ah…"

Amid the shrill screams, Yu Canhua's soul seemed to have shed its human skin and crawled out of the body. It screamed loudly, and the sound became waves, impacting in all directions.

“A monster has been born!” In an ancient temple far away from the county town, the old monk in white who was sitting cross-legged in front of a group of monks in blue suddenly opened his eyes and hit the wooden fish in front of him with a mallet, which emitted golden light.

Thirty-two monks in green clothes stood up at the same time and shouted in unison: "I would like to follow the abbot to kill the monster."

The old monk in white stood up slowly, lifted up the Zen staff in front of the golden Buddha behind him, shrank his steps and walked out of the hall: "Disciples, follow me!"

"Eight Immortals Cross the Sea." In the county town, in the alley, Tieguai Li Zhuqi spread his hands, and countless electric rays suddenly shot out from his body, filling the alley.

“Everyone shows off his powers!”

Chao Guo's uncle Wang Ershang, Lan Cai and Lu Biao, Han Zhongli Jinhu, Zhang Guolao Lu Feixiong, Lu Dongbin Fang Dali, Han Xiangzi Zhou Xiaoba, He Xiangu Yu Canhua... shouted at the same time, and rays of light emerged from their bodies involuntarily.

These lights gathered together in the alley, and some magical reactions occurred in an instant: except for Qin Yao, all the ghosts' attacks on them seemed to be in the air.

“Immunity to evil spirits, is this still an evil spirit?” Qin Yao couldn't help but cursed when he saw this scene.

“Eight Immortals crossing the sea.” Zhu Qi shouted again despite the huge damage from Qin Yao.

“Each one shows his magical power.” The seven ghosts echoed, and the light surrounding them instantly increased rapidly. When the light began to feed back into their souls, the souls that gave birth to them also increased.

In the blink of an eye, the eight ghosts rose to the height of the second floor, looking down at Qin Yao from above.

Qin Yao yelled and slashed Zhu Qi's calf with his knife. With one strike, Zhu Qi's huge body suddenly shrank.

"What kind of knife is this?" Zhu Qi asked in shock.

To be honest, he couldn't understand that something like this would happen after the transformation.

“A knife specially designed to kill you.” During the battle, Qin Yao didn't have time to take a closer look, but he felt that the circle of 'ghost volume' that was taken away by the God-Slaying Sword seemed to be sucked into the knife.

Zhu Qi: “…”

I thought that the "Eight Immortals of Ghosts" were formed, and with one thought, they could kill these humans, ghosts and monsters as if they were searching for something. However, I never thought that this evil man was not only like a tiger, but also held a sword in his hand that could balance them.

The huge gap between ideal and reality is really difficult for him to accept.

Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop…

Qin Yao brandished the God-Beheading Sword and fought against the Eight Immortals alone. Wherever the blade was directed, the Eight Immortals continued to shrink, but the blade became brighter and brighter.

The trump card that Yu Canhua took out at the cost of his life was suppressed and beaten. The Eight Immortals were killed because they had no temper at all. They quickly recognized the reality and had the intention to leave.

"His brother, this guy is too difficult to deal with. If we don't fight with him, we'll have nothing to do. Let's go." Zhu Qi gave up the idea of attacking and waved his hand.

"Yes." The other seven ghosts responded, turned around and ran away with him.

At this moment, Qin Yao finally confirmed that the eight of them were indeed getting stronger with the sword, and the feeling of getting stronger became more and more obvious. How could he be willing to let them go at this moment?

I saw that his legs were glittering, and he ran on the streets quickly, on the eaves, on the wall, upward and down, and one person chased the eight ghosts, and the eight ghosts who were catching up endlessly.

“If you can't stand it anymore, run away.” Zhu Qi said loudly.

"Amitabha!" Just as the Eight Immortals were looking for the eight directions and preparing to flee separately, a deafening Buddha's trumpet suddenly sounded in front of them.

The Eight Immortals were startled. Before they could realize what was going on, they were surrounded by an old monk and a group of monks holding demon-conquering sticks.

“You evil boy, put down your butcher knife.” The old monk in white shouted in a deep voice.

Under the silvery moon, Qin Yao stopped on the eaves, looked down at the sword in his hand, and couldn't help cursing in his heart: "Damn bald donkey, why do I feel that you are criticizing mulberry trees and locust trees?"

“Come out.” Zhu Qi shouted with a ferocious expression.

“Stubborn and stubborn, conquer the demons!” The old monk raised his Zen staff and pointed at the eight ghosts.

"Wait a minute." Qin Yao's face darkened and he shouted suppressing his anger.

Even though the eight ghosts run away separately, you may be able to kill only one of them. But at this moment, looking at the posture of this group of monks, they didn't intend to leave any soup for him.

What are you doing?

What is the reason why I have been beaten to death and alive until now? It's not just to harvest this bit of yin virtue!

You suddenly came out to pick peaches. Have you asked me for my opinion?

Hearing Qin Yao's loud shout, both the monk and the ghost were stunned. “What's wrong with you?” the old monk in white asked.

"Of course there is something wrong!" Qin Yao pointed at the Eight Ghosts and said, "They are my prey. If you kill them all, what will I eat?"

Old monk in white: “…”

What a arrogant warrior!

Eight Ghost Immortals: “…”

They never imagined that one day they would be robbed by others.

The identity of this prey is a bit embarrassing...

“What do you want?” After a moment of silence, the old monk in white asked.

"Please stop them, there are eight ghosts in total. I will give you five ghosts. I only want three." Qin Yao held out three fingers and said.

"Without you, we can still destroy them. Without us, you may not even be able to kill a ghost." The old monk in white said.

"I have been with them for such a long time, and my grudges have long been intertwined into fate. Even if I can't kill them today, I will be able to kill them all one day sooner or later." Qin Yao said patiently: "I am willing to give you five, which is already very good. I'll give you face.”

"The fact that we are here today means that they have no tomorrow. They have no tomorrow. Sooner or later, your hope will be just an illusion." The old monk in white shook his head and said: "Donor, please step back and don't hinder us." Get rid of ghosts."

“Master, why do you have to do things so absolutely?” Qin Yao said quietly as he held the magic sword tightly.

"No need to say more." The old monk in white waved his hand, and then shouted to the monks: "What are you still waiting for? Get rid of ghosts!"

"Yes!" Thirty-two monks responded loudly, raised their magic sticks, and hit the Eight Immortals with random sticks.

First, he was chased and chopped with a knife, and now waves of stick shadows swept over him. The Eight Immortals had never been so embarrassed. As they were being beaten, they became more and more angry as they thought about it. Their resentment surged to the top, and their fighting power continued to increase. The ghost actually fought with thirty-two monks, evenly matched.

And just as they were fighting fiercely, strong winds suddenly blew from the sky. The old monk in white looked up and saw two evil spirits, one red and one white, coming from the air and landing on the tall man. behind. A fish, a cat, and a woman walked out of the red and white team and stood next to the big man.

“I thought you were just an ordinary monk, but I never thought you were an evil cultivator.” The old monk in white said solemnly.

Qin Yao looked at him with eager eyes and sneered: "You are the only evil cultivator, and your whole family is an evil cultivator! All the ghosts obey the orders and kill them!"

“Who to kill?”

The cat blew on its diamond-like claws again, and the shining silver claws actually made a metallic sound.

Qin Yao clenched the sword with both hands and said with a ferocious smile: "Kill the monk!"

Since these bald donkeys have no morals at all, why do they still talk about trivial morals? !

Speak and discuss well because he doesn't want to cause trouble for himself.

After all, we have the original work as a reference, so we can be sure that killing the Eight Immortals will not have any consequences. But if you kill a group of monks with unknown origins, who knows if a big trap will be revealed.

But when he talked nicely and discussed things easily, the other party felt that he was being restrained and did not dare to do anything to him...

Fuck it.

Kill them all.

I will resist all kinds of karma!

　　Strike hard at the ghosts and be submissive to the monks... Why don't you go back to the village and become the village bully? Why don't you come out and mess around?

For the evil ghosts, Qin Yao's order was the charge horn. The red and white teams, with red wedding clothes and white mourning clothes as the vanguard, rushed towards the thirty-two monks, and the eight ghost immortals were surrounded by the thirty-two monks. They were suddenly stunned.

They would never have imagined that something so outrageous would happen even if they scratched their heads!

"You are looking for death!" The old monk in white raised his Zen staff and threw it towards Qin Yao. The Zen staff broke through the air, giving off the faint appearance of a soaring dragon.

Qin Yao used his earth escape technique and came to the hinterland of the Eight Immortals without a trace. He shouted loudly: "Xia Yu, I'll leave that old bald donkey to you. Damn it, weren't you very cruel when you bullied me in the Dead Sea? Why? Do you feel like you won't be able to do it once you get ashore?”

"You fart!" Xia Yu was extremely irritated. He swam over and bit the Zen staff that was trying to fly back, and bit it into pieces: "Except for the time I bumped into you, when have I ever bullied you? It was all because of you. You bullied me, you swallowed my world, and you threatened me to do things."

Qin Yao held the God-Zhanying Sword in both hands and slashed wildly in the Eight Ghost Immortals' team. The bodies of the Eight Ghost Immortals who were slashing continuously became smaller and smaller. A layer of bright sword light appeared on the God-Zhanying Sword. As he swung it, the golden light shone.

“Nekomata, please help me!”

The cat sighed again and said: "What do you think I'm doing with you? I haven't reaped the benefits, and I have to work hard every now and then. It's so hard!"

Humbling in his mouth, Nekomata's men were unambiguous. Their bodies came to the old monk like a stream of light, and their steel claws rushed straight to the opposite door.

"Snapped!"

The old monk in white clothes quickly took off the Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, raised his hand and slapped Nekomata's sharp claws, making a silver flower.

Xiao Wenjun was suspended in mid-air, his head swollen with black hair. Hundreds of ropes gathered into a rope, rushing from the void to the soles of the monks' feet, quickly crawling towards their calves and even thighs, impeding their movement.

Whenever a monk is restricted in his movements and has too much time to take care of himself, several evil spirits will jump on his head, bite his face, and back, draining his essence alive and turning him into a skinny corpse. Mummy.

Chaos.

The whole battlefield was in chaos.

The old monk in white, who was originally aloof, had his eyes cracked. Looking around, he saw that the disciples he had brought out were dying one by one, and even their souls had become food for ghosts, but he was powerless to do anything! !

Regret!

hatred!

Endless anger fills the chest and abdomen, making each prayer bead thrown out extremely powerful. The cat and fish can only avoid the sharp edge temporarily and wait for the opportunity to move.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ification.

In the chaos, Qin Yao's blade finally smashed Lan Cai and Lu Biao, the Eight Immortals of Ghosts, and tore open the defense line of the Eight Ghosts.

“Old Six!”

Zhu Qi's whole body was flashing with thunder and lightning, his eyes widened with anger, he opened his arms and rushed towards Qin Yao: "His brother's, I will die with you!"

Qin Yao's man and sword merged into one, swimming in the stormy attacks of the Eight Immortals, just like a small boat fighting against the waves. No matter how fierce the waves were, the boat could always break through the waves!

Shao Qing, when the God-Slaying Sword couldn't cover the light on the blade, the light suddenly flowed down Qin Yao's hands and arms like a tsunami, rushing into his pores and body, so that the true energy in his body continued to grow. , the more you hit, the more you fight, it seems endless...

Qin Yao fell into a state of selflessness, with no sky, no land, no help, no moves, but the blade he swung was deadly. In an instant, Han Xiangzi and Zhou Xiaoba were also killed on the spot.

The other ghosts and ghosts of the Eight Immortals were grieved, but apart from their grief, they were also filled with deep fear.

They are also monks, so they can see what kind of state Qin Yao is in now!

This is a **** epiphany, a rare promotion in battle.

With his original strength, he was able to make the eight ghosts flee in panic. If he was allowed to advance in battle, would the remaining ghosts still have hope of escaping?

At this moment, the Eight Immortals were desperate, just like the mournful look on the prisoners' faces when they brutally killed them.

The way of heaven favors reincarnation, and good and evil will eventually be rewarded.

This time, the pain they inflicted on others was repaid with interest...

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(End of this chapter)

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