I'm Trying My Best to Add Some Cultivators in the World of Ninth Uncle

Why do I work hard, these people are still richer than me!

kill them!

Qian Zhenren's eyes turned blood red, and his voice became hoarse, "Senior brothers, we are both from Maoshan, and we all learned the real skills. We used to be brothers and sisters once, so don't meddle in other people's business. I just want to make money today."

Uncle Jiu and Zhenren Xu remained motionless, quietly watching this somewhat familiar yet unfamiliar Master Qian.

"Come down!" Uncle Jiu watched Qian Zhenren quietly, seeing the bloody aura on his forehead, and still persisted in persuading him.

The murder is approaching, and this junior brother's mind has entered a dead end and has gone astray.

Russell poked his head quietly, "I remember that monk often said something, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately, or let the uncle go?"

It was equivalent to coming up with a bad idea. Before he finished speaking, Luo Su was slapped on the head by Uncle Jiu, followed by the master's reprimand.

"nonsense!"

Uncle Jiu's face was a little angry, "Teach you on weekdays, let you study hard, but you don't listen."

It is a proverb to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately. The "butcher's knife" is not a knife in the true sense!

It is the "delusion", "separation", and "attachment" in people's hearts.

"If ordinary people can't understand it, it's fine. You, an orthodox Taoist and a descendant of the Maoshan School, don't know it. This is a joke."

Uncle Jiu had just finished speaking to Luo Su, when he saw that Master Qian stood up with a firm expression on his face, as if he had decided on something, he couldn't help sighing.

"Ugh!"

The way is different, do not conspire with each other.

He stopped talking nonsense, and took the mahogany sword from his back, and with a force on his toe, he flew towards the tall altar.

"Blood Curse* The Art of Transporting Ghosts!"

Qian Zhenren knew that his cultivation was far inferior to that of Uncle Jiu, even with the blessing of the Dharma platform, it would be difficult for him to resist.

So he directly bit the tip of his tongue with his teeth, spat out a mouthful of blood, and resorted to the evil method he had learned.

The art of transporting ghosts.

There are tens of thousands of Taoism in Maoshan, a large part of which was seized from other sects, and most of them are evil and crooked.

This transportation technique is one of them, but it can order Li Gui to obey his orders. The greater the price given, the stronger Li Gui will become.

With a spurt of blood from his heart, three will-o'-the-wisps floated from the altar in front of Master Qian, turning into three ghosts in mid-air, screaming fiercely, and heading straight for Uncle Jiu.

Russell stared at it, and couldn't help muttering to himself.

"Are all ghosts this fierce now?"

Others don't know this method, but Uncle Jiu does, so what if he strengthens it with his heart and soul?

Facing the three fierce ghosts with ferocious faces, Uncle Jiu swung the mahogany sword in his hand and directly pierced the one in the middle.

Immediately afterwards, another slap directly knocked out the soul of the ghost on the right.

The ghost on the left turned around and ran away in fright, Master Xu took off his clothes directly, revealing the red bellyband on his chest, and directly bounced the ghost back.

Uncle Jiu turned over in the air, and an eagle pounced on it. With a golden light in his hand, he directly pinched the ghost in his palm and couldn't move.

He landed slowly, his robes fluttering, and he was upright and unrestrained.

Russell was stunned, he slammed Xu Zhenren with his hand, "You are a big man, and you wear a woman's bellyband, are you ashamed?"

Master Xu rolled his eyes, this is a top magic weapon, what's wrong with the bellyband?

Which law stipulates that men can't wear bellybands?

He said in a bad tone, "Hey, I don't know who is such a big guy with a longevity lock around his neck."

"I am nine years old."

"You're nine years old??"

Xu Zhenren's expression was particularly exciting, and his lips twitched uncontrollably.

Grow up drinking fake milk!

Chapter 336 Lu Dongbin's Descendence

Seeing his three fierce ghosts being destroyed by Uncle Jiu, Qian Zhenren, who was sitting cross-legged on the high platform, changed slightly.

He took a few deep breaths, and his eyes became more and more crazy.

"Five thunders come!"

Following Qian Renren's low shout, the expression of Xu Zhiren beside Luo Su changed, "No, hurry up and dodge, this thunder method is very powerful."

As soon as the words fell, a bright white flash rushed towards him, it was the palm thunder used by the real person Qian.

As the saying goes, to capture a thief first capture the king, and to shoot a man first shoot a horse.

Qian Zhenren looked at the three of them, Jiushu, Xu Zhenren, and a young man.

Immediately without hesitation, he drew a talisman on the palm of his hand, turned his palm over, and suddenly thunder and lightning jumped in the palm of his hand, whizzing towards Russell with the momentum of stealing the bell.

As the old saying goes, persimmons have to be pressed softly.

What he didn't notice was that Uncle Jiu had an unusually strange expression on his face.

Master Xu also showed a puzzled smile.

"Banmen get an axe!"

Russell, who didn't want to intervene, raised the corner of his mouth, and directly said in a low voice, "Thunder in the palm!"

I saw him raising his hand, but without any movement, the electric light surged in the palm of his hand, and it gushed out instantly, turning into a thunder snake.

Two bolts of lightning collided, and in an instant they turned into one again, galloping towards Qian Renren.

"boom!"

There was an explosion at the place where Master Qian was standing, and the altar was torn apart. A big hole was created out of thin air, and it was shortened a lot.

Fortunately, Qian Zhenren seemed to have practiced martial arts, and his waist was particularly strong, so he directly came to a waist and horse.

The legs are straddling the big hole, and the standing is called a stable one.

It would be fine if there was no sweat on my face.

Qian Zhenren's face was red at this time, he didn't know if it was because of the injury just now, or because he was beaten up like this by a junior.

After all, he still needs luck to use Palm Thunder. He can use it by drawing a spell on his palm.

And Russell directly backhanded, and instantly used the palm thunder, which was extremely terrifying and powerful.

This gap...

At this time, he was no longer lucky, and he took out a doll from his arms with both hands, and kept it with him, it was very precious.

In normal times, he would definitely be reluctant to use it, but now, he no longer has so many scruples.

I saw him crazily mobilizing his mana, and roaring straight up to the sky!

"Sky Lingling, Earth Lingling, Sword Immortal is above, please help me to help you cut~demon~eliminate~demons!"

"not good!"

Master Xu showed concern, "This is the sword fairy Lu Dongbin who my senior brother has enshrined for many years. Once invited down, his strength may be unimaginable."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that real person Qian vomited a mouthful of blood, the hair all over his body was visibly decayed, and his whole body became older and older.

It's obviously a desperate effort!

"This is a fight for the soul and life, and I'm afraid it's even more unimaginable."

There are two types of techniques to invite God.

One is to invite the gods, and those with background can directly invite their ancestors to the upper body.

Ye Luzi, who has no background, is mostly hired by nearby demons and ghosts.

The other is to invite immortals, using special incense soil as props, engraving the appearance of immortals, and enshrining them day by day.

The powerful ones will also travel around the world, absorbing the vows of people from all over the world, and use them as incense to worship.

This kind of invitation to immortals is undoubtedly very cumbersome, but it is equivalent to hidden swordsmanship. The longer the time, the more incense you accumulate, and the more immortal power you will invite down.

Even a little bit more, to the mortal world, it is the gap between heaven and earth.

No matter how bad the gods are, they are still gods, existences that are difficult for mortals to touch.

Seeing the glowing doll in front of him, Qian Zhenren couldn't stop laughing.

But the next moment, his laughter stopped abruptly.

It's not that the sword fairy Lu Dongbin was riding a horse like the martial sage Guan Yu, but Uncle Nine.

Uncle Jiu pointed to the doll's forehead with one finger, and a little light abruptly blocked the spirit-inviting spell.

In an instant, the joy on Qian Renren's face dissipated like ashes, and it was even paler than that little boy.

At this time, his heart was ashamed, and he looked at Uncle Jiu in front of him with a sad smile, and then shook his head violently.

"I lost!"

If you lose, you have to die!

He fell backward suddenly, and his whole body fell from the high platform in an instant, and gusts of wind blew in, making him dazzled, like a mayfly in the world.

Uncle Jiu hesitated for a second, then let go of the control of the idol doll in an instant, leaped forward, galloped down, and slapped Zhenren Qian's chest with a heavy palm.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, Qian Zhenren's soul came out of his body in an instant, and his body fell heavily on the ground, blood flowed horizontally, it was too horrible to look at.

Uncle Jiu tapped his toes in the air, landed slowly, and with a wave of his hand, he took the spirit into his sleeve.

Master Xu stepped forward and couldn't help asking in surprise.

"Brother?"

"Junior Brother Qian made a mistake and broke Maoshan's rules. He should be punished by Maoshan. When the time comes, I will take him to Maoshan and let the head decide."

Uncle Jiu explained in a low voice, then raised his head and slowly looked up at the sky.