Zhou Kun, who was sitting in the main seat, looked around at the two rows of police uniforms below. He suddenly lost his temper and slammed the table.
There was a loud pop, and the police officer below him tightened his body in shock and his pupils trembled.
"Twenty-four hours have passed since I came back. Where is the information I want? Where is the information I want? What have you been doing in the past twenty-four hours?" Zhou Kun stared at a pair of bloodshot eyes. eyes and said sternly.
Damn it, these police officers didn't do a good job and couldn't find any information about Watta. The consequences will be retribution on his head!!!
He shuddered when he thought of the yin-yang corpses mentioned by Qin Yao, eating brains and marrow, and the Yintang turning black.
In previous cases, he had encountered such mysterious and ghostly things, but he had never felt the aura of death so clearly and clearly.
That kind of coldness and shadow affects his emotions all the time.
"Dong dong."
In this low-pressure environment, which was like a gloomy cloud, a gentle knock on the door appeared like a savior, giving the police officers a glimmer of hope.
"who?"
Zhou Kun asked loudly.
"Director, it's me." The assistant's voice sounded outside the door: "Mr. Lin and Mr. Qin are looking for you..."
Before the assistant could finish speaking, Zhou Kun stood up with a loud noise, walked quickly to the door of the conference room, and opened the soundproof door.
"Uncle Jiu, Mr. Qin."
Looking at the two people following his assistant, he greeted warmly.
"Have you found Wata's address?" Uncle Jiu asked directly.
Zhou Kun's smile froze and he sighed: "As for the group of people under me, they can investigate ordinary people, but investigating the masters is beyond their capabilities. As of now, there is no news at all."
Qin Yao recalled the plot of the movie and said, "No need to check."
Zhou Kun was stunned: "Mr. Qin, there is no need to check. What do you mean?"
"The biggest difficulty in refining the Yin-Yang Corpse is that two masters, a man and a woman, need to die with resentment at the same time, and the two masters must have a heart-to-heart connection and a spiritual connection... After solving this difficulty, as long as there are relevant The secret technique of refining corpses is not difficult to refine." Qin Yao said.
Zhou Kun's scalp was numb: "In other words, the Yin-Yang Corpse may have been refined now?"
"Help! (Thai)"
"Bang bang bang..."
"Ah~~"
Suddenly, calls for help, gunfire, and screams filled my ears.
Zhou Kun's expression changed drastically, and he instinctively pulled out the pistol from his waist. Then he suddenly realized: The male and female robbers before they turned into corpses were all invulnerable, wouldn't the ones after turning into corpses be even more powerful?
Uncle Jiu took out a Gauss gun and handed it to Zhou Kun: "You can't do that, use this to defend yourself."
With his life at stake, Zhou Kun did not dare to refuse this kind offer and quickly took the pistol: "Then what do you use to subjugate demons?"
"use this."
Qin Yao took out the peach wood sword and the copper coin sword from the space bag, and handed them to Uncle Jiu with both hands.
Uncle Jiu caught the two swords, stepped forward, his body turned into an afterimage, and rushed towards the direction where the noise came from...
"Zhou Kun, come out and die!!!"
Naimi lifted up a male police officer and hit it hard on the blue-painted wall. A deep hole was created in the wall and countless cracks spread.
"Snapped."
The policeman's body fell from the wall according to inertia, spitting out a stream of blood, and lay on his back to die!
Facing such an invulnerable and extremely lethal monster, the defense line formed by the police collapsed at the first touch, and everyone fled frantically in extreme panic.
At this time, it doesn't matter how fast you run, as long as you can outrun your companions.
"boom!"
Uncle Jiu quickly came to the office area, put his feet on the ground, and jumped into the air. The peach wood sword in his hand slashed hard at Naimi's chest. In a sea of blazing white sparks, he flew up and flew back more than ten meters, hitting him. Broken a row of tables.
"Damn it!"
Naimi angrily overturned all the tables and tables around him, stretched out his hand and patted his chest, kicked off the ground with his right foot, and rushed towards Uncle Jiu like a cannonball.
"boom."
Qin Yao stopped in front of him like a ghost, punched him in the face, and knocked his body to the ground.
"Bang, bang, bang."
Qin Yao squatted on the ground, punched Naimi one after another, and in the blink of an eye, he smashed Naimi's head into the ground, and his neck was stretched longer and longer.
"call!"
A head suddenly flew out of Naimi's chest, opened his mouth wide, and bit Qin Yao's back of the head viciously with a blast of evil wind.
"boom!"
Uncle Jiu's copper coin sword flew up in the air and hit Jinsha's head in the form of golden light.
Jinsha's head sank, and she bit the empty space with her gleaming mouth. Behind her head, a white palm suddenly stretched out from Naimi's chest and grabbed the copper coin sword that was trying to fly away.
The copper coin sword trembled crazily as it pulled her out of Naimi's chest little by little.
Uncle Jiu stepped forward and struck at Jinsha's body with his mahogany sword. The sword energy was like a rainbow.
Jinsha beat Uncle Jiu with her bare hands. The two of them fought back and forth, and for a while there was a stalemate.
On the other side, Naimi, whose head was still buried in the soil, suddenly raised his right arm and held the sharp knife stabbing his heart in his right hand. His fingers were suddenly cut with deep wounds.
"ah!"
Qin Yao pressed the handle of the knife with both hands and stabbed down hard. The sharp blade cut Naimi's hand and the tip of the knife penetrated his chest.
"boom."
Naimi seemed to feel severe pain, his head burst out of the earth, and he slammed his knee into Qin Yao's back.
Qin Yao held the knife in his right hand, raised his left arm, and turned his body slightly to one side. The joint of his left arm hit Naimi's knee with his elbow, and the collision between the muscles made a dull sound.
Naimi's raised knee was knocked back, and at the same time, Qin Yao was also pushed away from his original position, and he withdrew the sword that had been thrust into the opponent's chest.
Staggering to his feet, Qin Yao stood with a sword in his hand, looking at Naimi excitedly, full of fighting spirit.
Since his debut, he has rarely had the opportunity to play as vigorously as he did today.
Most enemies are either weaker than him or stronger than him.
Those who are weaker than him can be dealt with casually. Those who are stronger than him can basically rely on divine magic to solve them. The number of times when they are truly evenly matched and they have fought crazy battles is very few!
With a fierce look in his eyes, Naimi rushed towards Qin Yao with bare hands and quick strides.
He felt like explosive power was flowing all over his body, and the guy in front of him was the best person to vent it to!
"Bang bang bang..."
"boom!"
The two people soon collided with each other again, and the sword light and fist shadow enveloped a three-meter radius. Within three meters, everything around them was turned into powder.
"Wow..."
Uncle Jiu held the mahogany sword in his hand, using various moves. There were pieces of talisman paper flying beside him, and one would fly out from time to time, turning into various energy storms, constantly bombarding Jin Sha.
What surprised him was that this female corpse had no invulnerability and could counteract all his magical attacks simply by relying on its physical hardness and strong recovery power.
Even... there is no trace of consumption at all, but the more you fight, the more courage you get!
He had only seen this terrifying talent in Nintendo over the past few decades.
To be precise, second only to Nintendo.
After all, in the current human world, Nintendo's existence is more like a loophole and an anomaly. Not to mention anything else, just the fact that everything is inviolable is enough for him to kill most of the famous disciples.
"Qin Yao, calm down and quickly ask the ancestor to possess you."
Uncle Jiu used his copper coin sword to force Jinsha back with one blow, shouting loudly.
The sound was like a wake-up call, causing Qin Yao, who was extremely crazy, to quickly come to his senses. He slashed Naimi away with a knife as he rushed towards him like a mad dog. With the force of the shock transmitted from the opponent, he raised his right foot, opened his arms, and quickly Move backwards and quickly distance yourself.
"Please come up, ancestor!"
Qin Yao returned the sword to its sheath like lightning, formed a seal with his hands, and pointed to the sky.
"Shua..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a white light suddenly jumped out of the sea of clouds, fell in the air like a battle ax, penetrated the roof, and before anyone could react, it instantly sank into Qin Yao's head.
"boom!"
A shuddering and terrifying aura gradually revived in his body, and the arrogant attitude on Naimi's face disappeared without a trace, and his body turned into an afterimage, rushing towards Jinsha at high speed.
At the same time, Jinsha also rushed towards Naimi desperately. When the two met, Naimi plunged into Jinsha's abdomen. Jinsha bent her legs, rose up from the ground, and smashed the roof with her head.
"Certainly!"
Qin Yao's eyes sparkled with brilliant white light, and he reached out and pointed at Jin Sha.
In an instant, Jinsha, with her head held high and flying upward, suddenly stopped above the roof. Under the bright moon, she looked like a static picture.
"Who is this sacred person? He comes here without warning, acts wantonly, and bullies the local godless people?"
Before the ancestor possessing Qin Yao had time to understand the situation, a loud shout suddenly sounded in the air.
Everyone looked up and saw a figure with a green face and fangs, oval cheeks, and eyes like fire lamps. It was covered in golden armor and held a blue sword in its hand. It flashed in front of Jinsha, and with a wave of his hand, the figure on her body was lifted. The power of confinement.
The ancestor of Maoshan looked around through Qin Yao's eyes, and naturally turned his attention to Uncle Jiu: "Tell me briefly, what is going on?"
Uncle Jiu said: "This is the country of Ding. Someone has cultivated a Yin-Yang corpse. The current situation is that the Yin-Yang corpse has come to the police station to kill people and take revenge. We are guarding the police station."
The ancestor of Maoshan nodded. After knowing his righteous identity as a "guardian", he felt confident in his heart. He pointed at the Yin-Yang Corpse and looked up at the Ghost King in the air: "You don't care when this evil corpse comes to the police station to kill people. What do you mean when you suddenly jumped out when I came to stop his violence? This evil corpse is the one you want to protect, not the police officers in the police station?"
The eyes of the guardian ghost king jumped and he shouted: "My bounden duty is to prevent external gods from causing chaos, not to protect all living beings. Therefore, what this Yin-Yang corpse does and what it does are not within the scope of my supervision, and you came here without telling me , taking action within my jurisdiction is a provocation to my responsibilities."
The ancestor of Maoshan said indifferently: "What do you want to do?"
The guardian ghost king solemnly said: "Your Excellency, please leave here."
"What if I say no?" Maoshan Patriarch looked directly into the other person's eyes, not short of breath.
The guardian ghost king raised his palm, and infinite divine light exploded in his hand, shooting straight into the sky.
"boom."
"boom."
"boom."
Rays of divine light descended from the sky, manifesting the appearance of gods.
After all, this is the country of Ding, their home field.
"God of Incense..."
The ancestor of Maoshan said in a solemn voice.
Judging from the degree of spiritual atrophy in the world today, the gods with the largest number of remaining gods should be the gods who believe in the Tao of Incense.
After all, the source of power of these gods is incense and faith, and they are not highly dependent on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
"Your Excellency, please leave."
The guardian ghost king said again.
Even though he was surrounded by gods, the ancestor of Maoshan was still content and unafraid, and said firmly: "No, what if you hurt my Maoshan disciples if I leave? I am here to protect my disciples."
This is his truth. As long as he sticks to the truth, he is not afraid of these gods at all with Maoshan as his back.
How amazing is God?!
Is this what Maoshan lacks?
It's a pity that the principle of slaying demons and demons doesn't work here. After all, it's not your own territory. You have to stick to the bottom line...
Facing such a tough foreign god, the guardian ghost king also had a headache.
He could see that the opponent's toughness was not arrogance, but a kind of confidence backed by the mountains. Although they had many gods and powerful forces, they did not dare to start a war easily. Otherwise, if the gods fought together, it might be Ragnarok.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally compromised and said with a sigh of relief: "The reason is very legitimate. You can decide whether to stay or leave on your own, but you can't take action in my jurisdiction."
Maoshan Patriarch: "Then it depends on whether any blind people come to provoke my Maoshan disciples during this period. Justifiable defense is allowed after all, right?"
The guardian ghost king became angry and said: "Before you leave, I guarantee that no one in the spiritual world will provoke them."
A ball of golden light flew out of Qin Yaozu's orifice and manifested into a small golden ball. The ancestor's voice came from inside: "You can go."
The guardian ghost king took a deep look at him, and with a wave of his hand, the gods retreated. Disappearing with them were the Yin-Yang corpses who had survived the catastrophe...
"This is a foreign country with many restrictions. Ancestor, I can't help you much. If there's nothing important, just return to the Central Plains quickly to avoid causing big trouble." Jin Qiu said to Uncle Jiu.
"Thank you, ancestor." Uncle Jiu bowed and saluted.
The golden ball shook for a moment, as if nodding, and then came to Qin Yao who was checking his own status: "Boy, don't look at it, ancestor, I haven't collected your reward from you yet."
Qin Yao smiled bitterly and said, "I understand the rules. You can draw rewards at any time."
"Are you ready?" Jin Qiu asked.
Qin Yao suddenly felt a little nervous: "Do... get ready."
"Whoosh..."
"Snapped!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the golden ball rushed back to Qin Yao's eyebrows at an extremely fast speed. The powerful impact was like a sap, instantly knocking him out.
After a long time, the ancestor left. Uncle Jiu supported Qin Yao, who was as energetic as a silk thread, and said helplessly: "If I had known this, I wouldn't have allowed him to use the magic of inviting gods."
Subconsciously, he always felt that the ancestors of Maoshan were omnipotent, but he never expected that such a change would happen.
No wonder Simu often said: The art of praying to gods is the last resort to save life, and should not be a conventional weapon. There is only one disciple like Qin Yao who prays to gods so frequently in Maoshan for thousands of years!
"Uncle Jiu, what should we do next?" Zhou Kun walked over with a Gauss gun, looking confused.
Everything that happened today was so exciting for him that his worldview collapsed.
Uncle Jiu thought for a while and said: "Lue the snake out of the hole!"
"ah?"
"Ah what? Pack your things and come back to Fucheng with us." Uncle Jiu waved his hand.
There is so much inconvenience here, but when we go to China, that is their home field.