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.

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