Whether it is the undead art or the Yin-Yang art, it is just the specific method of casting. If you calculate it carefully, they should all have the same root and origin.

Just like the Yinwu merchant, it is not limited to China.

As my cultivation level continues to improve and my experience continues to grow, I feel more and more that the responsibilities I shoulder are extremely huge!

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

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

But after seeing the righteous act of Taoist Master Bai He and Senior Jue, his vision and mind grew broader again.

I want to protect Yin Xinyue and Fanfan because I am my husband and my father. This is my unshirkable responsibility!

I must not let all the famous people sacrifice their lives for nothing. I must fulfill my mission because I am their expectation.

I can't watch innocent people being hurt by evil magic and being indifferent, because I am a businessman of evil things, and this is my responsibility.

Now, I have once again realized a deeper level!

What is the Lord of All Spirits?

Are the people other than China considered creatures in the world?

I can watch their lives and deaths without any affection?

Some people are using such cruel and deceptive means to instigate them to kill each other, and endlessly wrap innocent people into this hell-like vortex. I really want to think that I don’t know anything and see nothing?

This person is Imzai!

From the perspective of teacher education, he and I belong to the same sect. Although I have learned two different magics, as the contemporary leader of the Jiuyoumen, I naturally have to clean up the door and give justice to the world.

In terms of grudges, it was the Black Hawk who killed the Gray Dove, and I will destroy his entire family! Naturally, this even more vicious and vicious apprentice is included.

Morally speaking, I am a businessman of evil things. Regardless of the region and race, if anyone uses evil magic to hurt people's lives, I have the responsibility and obligation to do the way for heaven!

Even the above three points are a bit vague, even fake and empty.

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

In order to achieve this goal, I must continue to improve my cultivation and strive to become stronger!

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

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

There is no doubt that Imzai is the best target.

In any aspect, this old guy must die!

I reorganized my thoughts and the talismans I carried with me, turned my head and looked at the little nigger who loved shoes as much as my life, lowered my body to wipe both leather shoes cleanly for him, and then closed his eyes for him, then walked towards the square hall at the end of the corridor.

Just as I was about to step into the hall, I suddenly heard a hoarse and hard sound.

The sounds echoed in the corridor, both cold and terrifying, and also had an unquestionable majesty!

Bang!

The sound seemed to have broken through some barrier, widened and disappeared from the end of the corridor.

I paused and walked in directly.

When everyone inside turned around in surprise when they heard my footsteps.

When I exited Li Mengzhi, I felt that the positions where those people stood changed. It was very likely that something had happened. However, the backlash was extremely painful at that time, and then I killed the terrorists and fought fiercely against the nigger who loved shoes as if they were alive. I didn’t have time to think about anything more.

At this moment, Lin Zhenbang broke one of his arms and leaned weakly against the wall. The ground was covered with blood, which was sprinkled in front of the high nose bridge with a cowboy hat. The cuts of the broken arms were neat, and Lin Zhenbang's glasses were also broken to the ground.

Obviously, this was done by him.

However, the guy holding a heavy machine gun also broke his arm, both of them both had left hands and the incision was flat.

The only difference is that the guy is still standing straight, both physically and mentally, as if he is not affected at all, but the heavy machine gun has been cut in half, and the incisions are still neat.

The three major sacrifices formed a triangular formation.

The cross is in front, with three-tooth fork and scythe one on the left and one on the right. This formation is both offensive and defensive, and it is hard to tell whether they plan to attack or defend?

Around them was a piece of yellow, twisted and deformed bullets, and a deep groove more than half a meter wide was drawn on the ground.

The two guys dressed in Arabs hid behind Imzai, their faces turned pale and they were a little unfair.

Lei Haotian and the tall nose bridge with a crooked cowboy hat stood in front of Im, staring at the three priests on the opposite side nervously.

The clothes on Lei Haotian's left were broken, revealing his fat half of his body. The cowboy hat looked nothing on the surface, but his left hand was shaking secretly, and drops of blood were falling down.

And the short old man I had seen before was no longer where to go.

The old translator was even more frightened and hugged in the corner, holding his shoulders, and trembling all over his body.

I really don’t know what happened just now!

In the field, only Imzai had never moved, and even his eyelids had never been raised, as if it was a stone statue.

While I was scanning everyone, I walked forward strode forward.

These people looked at me strangely.

At first I thought I was just a little soldier who came to report some news, but then I found that both my eyes and steps were extremely firm, and I became confused.

The strong man with only half an arm left shouted at me something.

Although I didn't understand, I probably knew that it should be a scolding like getting out.

Of course I ignored it and continued to strode forward!

When the guy saw that I didn't listen to the order, he immediately became angry. Perhaps one of his arms was cut off and had nowhere to vent. He rushed out and swung his iron fist to smash it at my face.

Although he broke one of his arm, his speed and strength were extremely amazing. Most people would never be able to avoid it, and they would not be able to withstand this heavy blow!

If he was an ordinary person, if he didn't beat him to death, he would definitely have broken bones and tendons, and he would have to spend the rest of his life in the hospital bed.

No matter how innocent you are, you will be so vicious when you take action. That's no wonder I'm so bad!

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

It was like a bullet, and then the round big head blossomed like a watermelon!

With a bang, the flesh and blood splattered.

The guy's head was broken, and his body, like a flesh roller, continued to rush forward along inertia.

Boom! Another bursting talisman raised its hand and threw it out.

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

I didn't stop for a moment, and walked straight through the bloody rain without a single step.

Until then, everyone finally realized that this guy who seemed to be a little soldier was not kind to come!

Lei Haotian's eyes were very sharp. He saw at first glance that the talisman we used to blow the corpse just now. This should be a trick that the East could use. He immediately asked in surprise and half-doubtedly: "Who are you?"

"Master of Jiuyoumen, Zhang Jiulin!" I stood proudly in front of everyone with my hands behind my back, and said word by word.
Chapter completed!