Apprentice Crit Strike Return: It’s up to you to revitalize the Daomen

Chapter 190
"Your Majesty, this cultivator's flesh and soul tastes delicious, far superior to ordinary mortals, and these miraculous medicines, especially those female fairies, alas, it is worthwhile for us to be a ghost cultivator in this life."

"That's right, these are all the benefits that the Lord Judge quietly left for us, or can it be our turn to enjoy them?"

"The green-faced judge is sympathetic to the brothers, why don't we die?"

A group of grotesque ghost cultivators, with corpses piled under their feet, wearing the costumes of Maoshan Taoist priests, the men’s bodies were incomplete, and the women’s path was even more miserable. The ghost cultivators were laughing, and they were still torturing the remaining hundreds of monks who hadn’t finished eating. .

The green-faced judge grabbed a shivering female cultivator, tore off her arm, put it in his mouth, and started chewing. The brains swallowed.

Wiping his mouth, he said contentedly: "You don't need to thank me, we are also honored by a few masters of Yan Jun, otherwise let alone enjoying the flesh and soul of Taoist ancestral monks, it would be impossible to even go out to fight a mortal to try something new, In the past thousands of years, since I practiced the ghost way as an official, I don’t know how many comrades have been killed, suppressed, and refined by these monks.”

"The most irritating orthodox monks are clearly capable of killing us all at once, but they treat us ghost cultivators as livestock, as leeks, and harvest crop after crop for their disciples to practice. I remember it very clearly , there are a few adults with high cultivation levels who couldn't stand it and killed many disciples of the righteous way. In the end, they knocked on the door and lit their souls with soul lamps in front of countless fellow disciples. ah."

When a group of ghost cultivators heard this, they complained one after another, cursing the orthodox monks, and then turned their finger on the remaining hundreds of Maoshan monks, all of them looked ferociously, ready to torture them and vent their tyranny and hatred.

"Okay, don't worry, these people can't be killed, bear with it, anyway, you've already had your fill."

Seeing this, the green-faced judge hurriedly stopped him.

"My lord, what are these guys doing here? Their cultivation base is not low. Although they are temporarily sealed, there is no guarantee that they have any supernatural powers. What if they are released quietly and kill us instead?"

"Yes, my lord, you have to be careful. These are the inner sect disciples of Maoshan, inherited from the ancient times, and you can beat us if you just pick one out. If something happens, Lord Yan will blame it and blame it."

"My lord, why don't you torture them half to death and return them to the orthodox monks who came to hand over?"

This group of ghost cultivators have been killed by these Taoist disciples for a long time, leaving a psychological shadow. This is just a special request to keep hundreds of inner disciples so that they can be handed over to the orthodox monks who come to hand over, otherwise they are afraid that they will go berserk and kill.

Yan Luo of the Ten Palaces knows well that it is impossible for them alone to fight against the entire Taoist school, even with the addition of Daqin, but Daqin has been planning for thousands of years, its strength is unfathomable, and it is bestowed by the national teacher Xu Fu The Tianshang strange poison under him did not hesitate to expose the heavyweight undercover agents of the top ten ancestral courts, and he succeeded in one fell swoop, and Daqin snatched most of the benefits. Hiding in Jiuyou, their Ten Palaces Yama, Ten Kingdoms Alliance, Demon Sect Nine Meridians, Yaozu Seven Sages’ territory is in Yangjian, which one has not been operated for thousands of years, and it’s not that they move when they move .

When the time comes for the Immortal Dao to retaliate, it is estimated that the power established by Yan Luo of the Ten Palaces will be completely ruined.

Therefore, they kept an eye out, and deliberately selected the inner disciples who were stronger and regarded as the backbone of the sect, and did not kill them, as a bargaining chip to please the Righteous Way, and prevent the Righteous Way from settling accounts in the future.

The green-faced judge has always been prudent, so he naturally knows his Yan Jun's plan, that is, this group of bastards are disobedient, so they must be on the lookout at all times, otherwise more than half of them may be killed at any time.

At this moment, a little ghost rushed over in a panic and yelled: "Judge, Judge, Mr. Judge is not good. Immortals are coming, and there are a lot of them, tens of thousands, covering the sky and the sun. Let's run."

As soon as these words came out, all the ghost cultivators were so frightened that their souls and bodies began to float away, and each of them was trembling and ready to run for their lives.

The green-faced judge looked at the bears of this group of ghost cultivators. They were majestic just now, wantonly devouring and torturing Maoshan Taoist priests. Now that they hear that they are coming for revenge, they will be scared immediately. They are simply a bunch of mobs. When will the team truly stand alone and not rely on external forces to fight Xiandao?
"Give me peace!"

The green-faced judge belongs to the high-ranking officials in the ten halls of Yama. He judges life and death and holds great power. His orders are still very useful.

"Why panic? Not to mention these hundreds of inner disciples, the formation prohibition of the Maoshan secret realm behind me is still in the hands of the official. Those immortal disciples must give us enough benefits and respect before we can consider returning it. They, the initiative is in our hands, what are you afraid of?"

"Now, let me take your positions according to the pre-rehearsal. Those who should preside over the formation will preside over the formation. As long as the immortals dare to do it, you will start the formation to refine the elders in the secret realm of Maoshan, and the brothers outside will pull out a group of monks. Give me a share in front of them, I don't believe I can't deter them."

These words immediately made all the ghost cultivators feel at ease. There is nothing to be afraid of if they have hostages in their hands. Besides, they don't have to worry about the judges standing in front of them. If they die, the officials of the judges will die first.

The green-faced judge secretly winked at his subordinates, and said via voice transmission: "You guys, go and prepare the teleportation array, and run away at any time."

Several confidantes laughed slyly, and disappeared into the ground.

In the past few days, Jiang Xiaoliu and his party traveled all over the ancestral home of the Seven Great Daoists, and saw many monks who died tragically, but they were still horrified by the scene in front of them, which seemed like a purgatory on earth.

The tragic death of these Taoist priests is indescribable. Everywhere you look, you can see the huge resentment rising from the sky, which makes the world dark and gloomy on this side. The place can repeatedly manifest the tragic scene of monks being brutally tortured by demons, which makes people shudder and tremble.

"This group of demons, ten thousand deaths will not be able to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

Jiang Xiaoliu suppressed the violent killing intent in his heart, and rushed to the secret place of Maoshan in the back mountain.

"Stop coming. This is the army of green-faced judges under the command of Yama of the Ten Palaces. Who is coming? Please report your name quickly, otherwise you will be killed without mercy!"

Hundreds of ghost cultivators whose strength has skyrocketed, full of ghost pills, came out of the air, exuding a huge aura. Knowing how to refine weapons, wearing them is purely for showing off.

These are hundreds of the most powerful ghost cultivators carefully selected by the green-faced judge, and they want to give the immortals who come to hand over their power a blow and let them see our ghost cultivator's strength.

The strength of the alchemy stage, whether it is a human, a ghost, a demon, or a demon, is the backbone force. In whichever force, it is at least an elder, and has a certain right to speak. Hundreds of ghost cultivators are enough to overthrow the previous era of doomsday. The huge power of any second- and third-rate forces.

At the beginning, the enshrinement of the Chang'an Excalibur branch was the knot pill.

"A group of little devils dare to block the way. It's a good time to kill you first, so as to appease the spirits in the sky who died in vain."

Jiang Xiaoliu was full of murderous intent and had nowhere to vent it. This group of ghost cultivators dared to stop their army by relying on their cultivation. They were looking for death.

(End of this chapter)