Kill Russell and snatch the silver-armored corpse.
Then he crushed the kid to ashes and beat him to death, leaving no evidence and preventing Lin Jiu from finding him.
Then he refined the zombies, took the silver-armored corpse for himself, hid in the dark, and launched a fatal attack on Lin Jiu.
Even though Lin Jiu's cultivation is higher than his now, he would definitely die with hatred when facing the sneak attack from himself and the Silver-Armored Corpse.
The dragon slayer licked his lips, stared at Russell, and imagined a bright future in his heart.
And the look in his eyes when he looked at Russell became particularly gloomy.
He said in a hoarse voice, "Little thing, in your next life, your eyes will be brighter. Alas, that's not right. You don't have a next life."
People whose souls are scattered will never have the chance to be reincarnated, even if the ancestor of Maoshan takes action.
"Don't blame others. If you want to blame others, blame yourself for being Lin Jiu's disciple!"
The dragon slayer moved his fingers and a yellow talisman suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand. With a flash of light, strange changes took place all over his body.
He exerted force on his feet, and his body instantly disappeared into the distance. He raised his foot suddenly, and his whip kick made a sound like thunder.
Maoshan Taoist priests are different from others, they not only practice Taoism, but also cultivate their bodies. All of them have vigorous energy and blood. Even without magic weapons and talismans, they can still fight against demons and monsters.
If there is no other choice, when you encounter difficulties, you must run faster than others.
Tulong is also a master of both physical and magical skills, and he is one of the best among them!
With the help of Taoism, the kick was so fast that the person couldn't react in time, so an adult could be kicked to death, let alone a little kid.
The little kid stood there, looking at him indifferently. The dragon slayer was secretly delighted, but the next moment, a golden light flashed and he couldn't see clearly what it was.
It felt like being hit by a mountain, and the whole person was thrown away at random, with the sound of bones breaking and creaking.
"A guy who's not even a geomancer dares to attack me?"
A voice was heard, and Tulong fell heavily to the ground. He felt pain all over his body, especially uncomfortable in his chest, and felt depressed and wanted to vomit.
He forced himself to raise his head and saw a huge golden giant floating above the roof, with a bright white flash whizzing towards him.
"not good!"
Tulong had no time to think carefully. He had already sensed the danger of life and death. His forehead was throbbing wildly, wondering if he couldn't avoid it.
Just die!
He rolled violently, and the bright light descended instantly. The hot light mixed with the gravel hit his back instantly like a cannonball.
In an instant, the already torn clothes turned into strips of cloth, and the hard back was instantly covered with blood and inlaid with dense stones.
"ah!"
Even as ruthless as he was, facing such a blow, Tulong couldn't help but scream, his face lost control and he wailed.
On the other side, the group of people pretending to be zombies were completely dumbfounded.
Unlike the dragon slayer, they had no idea what was happening.
They just felt a flash of light before their eyes, and then another flash, and the earth shook, and they fell to the ground in pain as if they were hit by something.
They are not dragon slayers who have practiced Taoism and are strong and healthy. They are just errand boys who transport opium.
The debris flew everywhere and hit them directly, causing them to fly backwards. If they had not been standing far away, they would have died on the spot.
There were endless wailing and screaming. A man looked around blankly, blood streaming down his face, but he didn't care.
Because the originally empty and smooth street in front of him suddenly had a deep and invisible gully.
And in the sky, a giant several meters tall and emitting golden light was suspended there.
The light was so bright that I couldn't see his expression clearly.
The man's eyes were blank, and he couldn't help muttering, "Is this the punishment from the gods?"
The people next to him were wailing and twisting on the ground, shouting "God, please spare my life, God, please spare my life".
Russell folded his arms across his chest, silently watching the tragic scene on the street, ignoring their cries.
Drug manufacturing and trafficking, trafficking of women and children, rape and corpse abuse, adultery and extramarital affairs, no matter how outrageous they are, they would have allowed people to survive in the past when the rule of law was emphasized.
But now!
Even if he died, Russell would not feel any sadness, let alone being hurt.
He turned his head to the side and looked at the ignorant dragon slayer on the other side of the street.
It's ridiculous to want to attack him without even becoming a geomancer. This is even more ridiculous than the Flame Dragon Armor attacking the Emperor Armor!
Tulong lay on the ground with a hollow look in his eyes. It took him a while to move. Before he could move to the side, a huge finger pressed a hole next to him.
"Don't move, or else just do as you said."
Tulong lay on the ground dejectedly, revealing a trace of a cruel smile. What did he just say
Kill people and take their bodies, grind their bones and scatter their ashes, and beat them until their souls are scattered.
Now think about it, haha, it’s really funny!
As if he remembered something, he sat up straight stubbornly and roared at Russell in the sky, "Little thing, if you have the guts, kill me. Drug trafficking is nothing. I have killed countless people."
"Why is Lin Jiu pretending? How can those ordinary people compare with us cultivators? They are just a bunch of ants."
"Who is Lin Jiu? He won't let me kill anyone, so he won't let me kill anyone. Who is he?"
Russell stood indifferently in the sky, looking at him quietly without saying a word.
The dragon slayer continued to shout, "Kill me, kill me if you dare!"
Russell remained unmoved. The dragon slayer cursed Russell and cursed his ancestors directly.
The next moment, his cursing stopped abruptly, and a figure appeared at the entrance of the alley. It was Simu.
Seeing Simu coming, Tulong completely lost his energy and fell heavily on the street.
"Great, great, Lin Jiu, ah Lin Jiu, I lost after all..."
In an instant, his body moved strangely. Under the gaze of four people, he severed his own meridians. His magic power surged into his heart and he ended his life directly.
Blood gushed out of his body, with blood coming out of all his orifices, looking extremely terrifying.
He looked at the scene, seemed to understand something, shook his head slightly and sighed.
He looked up at the sky with an admiring look in his eyes, "Little Russell, you did the right thing. I was afraid that you would kill him on the way."
"It doesn't matter if it's me or your master, whoever kills Tulong, because he has violated the taboos of Maoshan and broken the rules, but you are the only one who can't do it!"
Sha's father, Sha's master, Sha's elders and relatives, no matter who they are, they are stains that can never be erased.
Tulong had the same idea. He knew very well that if he was discovered by Maoshan, his actions would definitely not be good.
So before he died, he wanted to drag Russell down with him and use his own life to leave a fatal stain on Russell.
It’s a pity that Russell didn’t fall for it, and the dragon slayer died unwillingly.
Russell didn't say anything, but looked into the distance and whispered something.
"Master, I'm going to make you sad again."
He doesn't kill dragons, not because of any reputation or anything.
It was because of Uncle Jiu. He cared too much about the people around him. No matter if it was Tulong who had a grudge against him, or Shi Jian who was hostile to him, Uncle Jiu showed mercy.
Russell didn't know whether this was good or bad. Perhaps in Uncle Jiu's eyes, his fellow disciples were their relatives.
Even if there are occasional quarrels or conflicts, they will not kill each other.
Why.
Looking at the dragon-slaying corpse on the ground, Uncle Jiu didn't know how long he would be sad.
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