Merchant of the Underworld

Regardless of whether it is the art of necromancy or the art of yin and yang, the specific methods of execution are just different. If you look closely, they should all have the same origin.

Just like the Yinwu merchants, they are not limited to China.

As my cultivation continues to improve and my experience continues to grow, I feel more and more that the responsibility I shoulder is extremely huge!

At first, I only cared about Yin Xinyue, Li Mazi, and Fanfan, the people closest to me.

After the Siberian group learned about the existence of Bafang Mingdong and others, I felt ashamed of my selfishness and short-sightedness!

But after seeing Taoist Master Bai He, Jue Senior's act of dying with righteousness, his vision and mind became wider again.

I want to protect Yin Xinyue and Fanfan, because I am a husband and a father, and this is my unshirkable responsibility!

I will never let famous people from all over the world sacrifice their lives in vain. I must complete my mission because I am their expectation.

I cannot watch innocent people being harmed by sorcery and remain indifferent, because I am a trader of evil things and this is my responsibility.

Now, I realize once again a deeper level!

What is the Lord of All Spirits?

Are people outside of China considered human beings?

I can just watch and remain indifferent to their life and death?

Someone is using such cruel and deceptive despicable means to instigate them to kill each other, and endlessly drag innocent people into this hellish vortex. I really want to do anything. I don’t know, didn’t see anything?

This person is Imzai!

In terms of inheritance, he and I belong to the same sect, although we learn two different spells. As the current leader of the Nine Nether Sect, I naturally have to clean up the sect and bring justice to the world.

In terms of grudges, it was Black Eagle who killed Senior Gray Pigeon, so I will definitely destroy his whole family! Naturally, this includes this more vicious and vicious disciple.

From a moral point of view, I am a dealer in ghostly things. No matter the region or race, as long as someone uses evil magic to hurt people's lives, I have the responsibility and obligation to uphold justice for God!

Even the above three points are a bit vague, even false.

But so far, my most certain mission and responsibility is to kill Long Qingqiu and eliminate Longquan Villa.

In order to achieve this goal, I must also constantly improve my cultivation and strive to make myself stronger!

I truly feel that my current cultivation has reached a bottleneck period and it is difficult to go any further.

The only way is to constantly look for strong enemies and defeat them continuously!

There is no doubt that Imzayi is the best target.

No matter from every aspect, this old guy must die!

I reorganized my thoughts and the charms and miscellaneous things I carried with me, turned around and glanced at the little nigger who loved shoes so much, I lowered my body to clean both of his leather shoes, and then helped him close them. After closing his eyes, he walked towards the square hall at the end of the corridor.

I was about to step into the hall when I suddenly heard a hoarse and difficult voice.

The sound echoed in the corridor, it was cold and terrifying, and it also carried an unquestionable majesty!

boom!

The sound seemed to have broken through some barrier, expanded even further, and disappeared far away at the end of the corridor.

I paused and walked straight in.

Hearing my footsteps, the people inside turned around in surprise.

When Li Meng Shu exited, I felt some changes in the positions where those people were standing. It was probably because of something that happened, but the backlash was extremely painful at the time. Later, I killed the terrorists and fought fiercely to love my shoes. nigga, no time to think about anything.

At this moment, I saw that Lin Zhenbang had broken an arm and was leaning against the wall weakly. Blood was dripping all over the floor, all the way to the high bridge of his nose wearing a cowboy hat crookedly. The incisions on the severed arm were neatly cut, and Lin Zhenbang's glasses were also broken to the ground.

It was obvious that he did it.

However, the guy holding the heavy machine gun also had a broken arm, also his left hand, and the incision was also flat.

The only difference was that the guy was still standing upright, neither physically nor mentally affected at all. It was just that the heavy machine gun had been cut in half, and the incisions were still neat.

The three major sacrifices formed a triangular formation.

The cross is in front, and the trident and scythe are on the left and right. This formation is both offensive and defensive. It's hard to tell whether they intend to attack or defend?

Scattered around them were yellow bullets that had long been distorted, and a deep groove more than half a meter wide was drawn on the ground.

The two guys dressed as Arabs hid behind Imzai, their faces pale and a little unsightly.

Lei Haotian and the tall nose wearing a cowboy hat were standing in front of Im, staring nervously at the three priests opposite.

The clothes on Lei Haotian's left side were torn into pieces, exposing half of his fat body. His cowboy hat looked fine on the surface, but his left hand was trembling secretly, and drops of blood were dripping down.

And the short little old man who looked very familiar to me earlier has disappeared.

The old translator was so frightened that he shrank in the corner, hugging his shoulders and trembling all over.

I really don’t know what happened just now!

In the field, only Imzai remained motionless, not even raising his eyelids, as if he were a stone statue.

While scanning the crowd, I strode forward.

These people looked at me very strangely.

At first, they thought I was just a small soldier who came to report some news, but then they realized that both my eyes and my steps were unusually firm, and they all became confused.

The machine gun shattered, and the strong man with only half an arm yelled something at me.

Although I didn't understand it, I roughly knew it was a reprimand like get out.

Of course I ignored it and continued to stride forward!

When the guy saw that I didn't obey the order, he immediately became angry. Maybe he had one of his arms chopped off and had nowhere to vent his anger. He rushed out with a roar and hit me in the face with his iron fist.

Even though he had a broken arm, his speed and strength were extremely amazing. Most people would never be able to dodge, let alone withstand this heavy blow!

If he were an ordinary person, if he hadn't been beaten to death by him, his bones and tendons would definitely be broken, and he would have to spend the rest of his life in a hospital bed.

Regardless of the indiscretion, if you are so vicious when you strike, you can't blame me!

I continued walking forward, raising my hand and throwing out the invisible needle.

Like a bullet, it penetrated between his eyebrows, and then his big round head blossomed like a watermelon!

There was a bang, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

The guy's head was shattered, but his body like a meat roller still followed the inertia and continued to rush forward.

boom! Another explosive talisman was thrown out with his hand.

The guy's body, which weighed more than 200 kilograms, was immediately blown to pieces, with pieces of flesh and blood flying all over the sky!

I walked straight through the blood rain without stopping or taking a single step.

Until then, everyone finally understood that this guy who looked like a small soldier had bad intentions!

Lei Haotian's eyes were very sharp, and he could tell at a glance that the spell I used to blow up the corpse just now was a talisman. This should be a technique used only in the East. He immediately asked in half surprise and confusion: "Who are you?"

"Jiuyou Sect Master, Zhang Jiulin!" I put my hands behind my back, stood proudly in front of everyone, and said every word.