Infinite Script Killing

The first level of officialdom crushes people to death.

Xu Tong knew that the woman in front of him was the Yao Qing girl who made Xu Lai polite, but in his mouth, this was the evil way. He directly used the law, put a big hat on it, and had no scruples at all.

Now Yao Qing was inevitably a little confused.

This person poured a basin of dirty water on himself, and when he came to him to seek justice, he directly brought out the law.

It's like you poured a bucket of excrement on someone's front door, and they came to your house aggressively demanding an explanation. Instead of giving an explanation, you picked up a shotgun and threatened to beat you to death for invading my private property.

Why don't you respect any moral principles?

Can't you afford it?

Do you want to strip yourself, dip yourself in a dung cellar, and hang yourself on a tower? ?

"Giggle, giggle." After Yao Qing snorted coldly, she let out a burst of teasing laughter, like a big cat teasing a mouse: "Okay, okay, Marquis Shenwu is indeed a young hero, but do you really think you can capture me?"

Cultivation does not necessarily represent strength. Although he is only in the realm of heaven and man, since he dares to come back to this place, he must have extraordinary means.

Xu Tong did not respond, but raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and silently summoned the Pure Yang Sword from the prop book. The moment the Pure Yang Sword was unsheathed, Xu Tong's aura suddenly increased sharply.

That huge amount of pure Yang energy actually tore apart the night sky for a moment.

At the same time, he patted his head again, and saw the little fat man crawling out from above his head. His hands were like snakes, turning into two thunder hammers shining with strong light. A fierce light appeared on his plump little face, staring at Yao Qing's face. He smacked his chest and smacked his lips.

Good guy, we agreed to a duel, but you raised Gatling before I even pulled out my gun.

Yao Qing's eyes widened, and his face instantly turned pale. He did not expect that the other party would not play according to common sense. In shock, his eyes suddenly became sharp. He did not dare to hold back at all, and slapped the sachet on his waist with his palm. .

A gust of dark wind flew out of the sachet, causing dust to fly all over the sky. Within a few breaths, it was swept into the air, forming a huge storm of yellow sand.

Suddenly, all the yellow sand and dust condensed into a huge human face with a green face and fangs. It opened its bloody mouth and sharp teeth, and suddenly swooped down and swallowed Xu Tong.

"Huh!"

Xu Tong was not in a hurry to take action, and looked up and down at this giant face. It seemed to be made of gray and yellow sand, but it seemed to be blessed by Taoism. The sand, stone and dust were also as hard as steel. If you swallow it with your face and chew it, it will definitely grind you into a pulp like a meat grinder.

It's just that these tricks are too childish.

Xu Tong didn't even take action when he saw the little fat man waving his hands and beating the thunder drum behind him. A dull sound of thunder came. Only the sound of thunder was heard without the lightning. The rolling power rolled down, like the wrath of the sky, and suddenly shook the giant in front of him. Letting out a wail of pain, most of his figure suddenly disappeared.

"If you only have this level of strength, just wait to be caught by me and thrown into the sky prison!"

Xu Tong's face was expressionless, his eyes were extremely cold, and he was thinking in his heart that he wanted to see through Yao Qing how different this Shangqing Dao was.

"Boom..."

Under Xu Tong's instruction, the little fat man raised his two hammers high. Thunder and lightning suddenly broke out, and wild pythons and electric snakes tore open the sky. The huge movement even alarmed Lin'an Mansion.

In Si Tianjian's Yutian Pavilion, more than a dozen white-robed Confucian scholars, four black-robed chief clerks, and two green-robed deputies were sitting on the ground. On the small table in front of them were compasses, almanacs, and papers for checking calculations all over the floor. Following the Confucian scholars behind them, They handed over the calculated numbers on their hands layer by layer, and the four chief bookkeepers calculated them again, and then recorded the numbers and handed them to the two deputy chief clerks.

The banging sound of the abacus is getting louder and louder.

When they heard the shocking thunder outside, everyone pointed their fingers and looked sideways at the thundercloud outside the window.

"Master Shen, this movement..." The right deputy raised his head and looked at Master Shen, the supervisor of Si Tianjian.

Shen Kuo put down the book in his hand and waved his hand: "We have no control over Jianghu affairs. As long as you don't enter Lin'an City, it has nothing to do with us. Let's continue to calculate. Time is running out. In three months, if we can't calculate On the day when the comet hits the moon, we will just wait to be sent to the sky prison to die."

Everyone nodded after hearing this and continued to pick up the arithmetic beads on their fingertips...

Only Shen Kuo glanced at the thunderclouds outside the window, and finally frowned, picked up the tea cup in his hand and walked to the window: "Thundering and no rain will make people upset!"

After saying that, he poured the tea cup in his hand.

"Tick-tick...tick-tick...swoosh..."

The heavy rain poured down in an instant, but in the wind, rain and thunder, a woman was walking like a fairy, barefoot, her steps were erratic, and the night clothes on her body had receded, revealing a gauze red silk skirt. The water sleeves dance like a fairy in the storm.

But underneath the seemingly beautiful and moving dance, there is also a murderous intention hidden in front of her. Facing the thunder and lightning in front of her, she saw Yao Qing dancing lightly with her hands, wisps of invisible power entangled around her, and Xiaopeng's lightning struck down one after another. , actually can't get close to Yao Qing.

"interesting!"

Xu Tongming's Qimen and Divine Eyes were both activated, and his eyes were fixed on Yao Qing's body. He saw a mandala flower around her body, and wisps of ethereal divine light bloomed from it, protecting her.

"Yang Hong, do you really think that I am easy to mess with on the Qingdao Road? Even Xu Lai would not dare to do this!"

Yao Qing's face was cold. Xu Tong, who was standing with a sword in front of her, had not yet made a move, but it brought great pressure to her. She said harsh words but she wanted to give up. It was because she had underestimated the heroes of the world. She couldn't bear to think that this man could actually So domineering.

"Xu Lai is Xu Lai, I am me. If you don't have any trump cards, then just go ahead and capture him!"

Xu Tong was already impatient. He admitted that the strength of the Yao Qing girl in front of him was indeed extraordinary. At least few among the enlightened gods could be so relaxed under the little fat thunder method.

But to say that she could fight an Earth Immortal, Xu Tong felt that Xu Fan was exaggerating.

"Hmph!! I'm afraid you can't catch it!"

Yao Qing snorted coldly, formed a seal with her fingers, and shaped the creation with her hands, and wisps of crystal-like gem-like thoughts flew from the center of her eyebrows.

"This is!!"

Xu Tong was shocked and recognized the origin of this thing. It was actually a ray of spiritual thoughts from the gods. He was immediately relieved. No wonder this woman dared to challenge the earthly immortal. It turned out that she had something else to rely on.

I saw this soul thought hanging above Yao Qing's head. For a moment, Yao Qing's whole body seemed to have changed. The whole body exuded this radiant light, as if a fairy had descended to earth.

Under the gaze of Xu Tongmingyanqimen, he saw a vague figure standing slowly behind Yao Qing. The figure of the god was so huge that there was no end in sight, and the bright stars seemed to surround the figure. Turned into a huge star wheel.

Yao Qing's pupils tightened slightly, her lips and teeth moved slightly, and an earth-shattering scolding echoed in Xu Tong's ears: "How can a junior who has not yet emerged from the world look directly at the gods!"

The huge mental shock made Xu Tong dizzy for a while. Fortunately, the Pure Yang Sword in his hand emitted a burst of blazing sword energy to protect Xu Tong's mind. Xu Tong hurriedly recited the Nirvana Sutra silently, quickly gathering his almost scattered energy. Gives birth to a strange color.

This is a real god, not the last script world. Those low-level abandoned gods can be compared with each other. Even if only a thought is given to Yao Qing, he is still very invincible.

Xu Tong quickly lowered his head and put away the Pure Yang Sword in his hand: "I don't know which god is above. Please give me the name of the Dharma so that the younger generation can pay homage."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Seeing Xu Tongfu bowing his head softly, a strange smile appeared on Yao Qing's face, which made her originally handsome face look particularly strange for a moment. She let out bursts of hoarse laughter and said with a contemptuous expression: "I am Nandou Shang. In the sixth palace of stars, there is the Tianji star, the superior prisoner Bo Dali Zhenjun."

The Supreme Supervisor Bo Dali, the Star Lord, mastered the scriptures, supervised the books, and blessed people with longevity. He was indeed a great god in the heaven.

After Xu Tong learned about his roots, he knew what he was doing, and immediately showed a flattering smile on his face: "It turns out to be the real king, Yang Hong, the little immortal in the lower world, paying homage to the real king in the upper world!"

Xu Tong took a deep breath, clasped his fists with his hands, raised them high above his head, maximized his energy, blood and luck, and bowed heavily in front of him.

This worship only caused the feng shui to change color, and Xu Tong's luck was churning behind him, making the sound of tigers roaring.

Immediately Lord Shangsheng realized something was wrong. His forehead seemed to be stung by a wasp, and there was a burning sting. He immediately understood that it was Xu Tong who was causing trouble, and he suddenly became furious: "How dare you plot against me!"

Xu Tong didn't care about him and continued to worship.

Gods are rare to meet once. It would be a pity not to worship them.

Seeing Xu Tong come up with such a little trick, Shangsheng Zhenjun was immediately annoyed. His huge divine light bloomed and blocked all the nameless power of Xu Tong's Baishankou. A ferocious smile appeared on his face: "Stupid, such a little trick." How can you hurt me! Go back and learn from your wife for a few more years."

While he was talking, I saw a very thick sutra book in the hands of the Supreme Lord Shangsheng.

The book looked very thick, and there was a single eye on the cover. The single eye opened and stared at Xu Tong. Then the pages of the book turned quickly, and Yang Hong's name was quickly found.

As the important god in charge of the scriptures, the True Lord of Shangsheng can easily change the fate of a person. Seeing that Yang Hong's name has appeared on the paper, "Yinhu is coming down the mountain!" The True Lord of Shangsheng squinted his eyes and saw, Then he let out a weird laugh: "Hahaha, look, I want you to take over as the wounded official!"

As the saying goes, a wounded official will suffer for half his life, and the other half will be buried in the grave.

The wounded official is the god who steals Qi, venting his body's vitality and showing signs of being busy. The person with a strong injured official is even worse, and will suffer constant disasters throughout his life. The one with a low status is a person who is enslaved by labor.

However, just when the Supreme Lord was about to change his life, he suddenly felt a sense of panic and uncertainty.

When he looked up, he saw a huge embroidered shoe piercing the sky and stepping on the head of the Supreme Lord Shangsheng.

"Bang!" There was a loud sound, even the Supreme Lord was hit dizzy. After all, he was just a wisp of soul thought. How could he withstand this blow when his godhead was not there? He was groggy, and his consciousness became blurred in an instant.

I could vaguely hear a woman's chuckle coming from behind: "A disciple who can be taught by his master's wife is a true disciple. You know how to use a hammer!"