My uncles are all big guys

Chapter 72 I have a mouthful of 82-year-old phlegm. How do you deal with it? (Please subscribe)
  "Master, help!"

Qiu Shengwencai and the other three people who hid in front of the hall door saw Wang Xiao standing there motionless. They thought he was frightened by so many corpses, so they slammed the door behind them and asked Uncle Jiu for help.

In the hall, Uncle Jiu, who was dressed in Taoist robes and stood in front of the altar. He was ready to fight with Shi Jian and replied angrily.

"What are you shouting for? I'm saving you right now. Just hold on for a little longer."

After saying that, he stopped paying attention to the outside world. He stepped hard on the ground with his right foot, picked up a yellow talisman with the peach wood sword in his hand, and exhaled the true energy in his body slightly. The yellow talisman ignited without fire, and the battle with Shi Jian began.

"What should I do? What should I do..."

Seeing that Uncle Jiu was unable to take action, Wen Cai was so frightened that he shook Jia Le beside him.

Jia Le has suffered from dizziness since he meditated on Little Suzaku. Wen Cai almost vomited when he was stunned.

"Stop shaking, I'm going to vomit!"

Pushing Wencai away, Jiale took a few deep breaths of the rancid air, looked at Wang Xiao who was standing in front of the three of them, and said confidently: "Believe me, junior brother, he still has a lot of trump cards that he hasn't brought out yet."

The two looked at Jiale.

Jiale said: "If nothing else, my junior brother learned the art of praying for gods from his master, and he is also a righteous god in heaven..."

"...As long as the junior brother is willing to invite that great god, let alone these little corpses, even if Black and White Wuchang comes, he will have to run with his tail between his legs."

Jia Le's words gave Qiu Shengwencai confidence, and they all looked expectantly at Wang Xiao who was blocking the way.

The dense crowd of ghosts is getting closer and closer.

"almost."

Wang Xiao secretly thought in his heart, took a deep breath, opened his mouth slightly, and a slight warmth spurted out from his mouth.

The dark red flame was seven or eight feet long, and its powerful impact directly penetrated the corpses in front of it.

The body of the corpse next to him was instantly ignited just by touching the flames, and he struggled and howled miserably.

Because of his struggle, the flames from his body were thrown to other ghouls, and other ghouls also joined a certain Jingre's team.

"Damn it, junior brother can actually breathe fire!"

Jiale Qiusheng and three others hiding behind Wang Xiao saw Wang Xiao transforming into a fire-breathing baby. After only half a turn, the densely packed and irresistible corpses were ignited by the flames and burned fiercely.

"What's this? Junior brother has something even more powerful."

While Jia Le was shocked, he also proudly showed off to the two people around him.

Uncle Jiu in the hall reached its peak in a battle of wits with Shi Jian.

The moment Wang Xiao's fierce fire was cast, Shi Jian, whose spirit covered the corpse, was also burned by the magical flame, and subconsciously withdrew his mental power.

Uncle Jiu, who had been fighting with the opponent for a long time without gaining any advantage, immediately seized this opportunity and struck hard at the altar with his mahogany sword.

"break!"

Click!

An upside-down bowl was shattered into pieces. The corpses outside were struggling in the flames, like puppets with broken strings. They all fell down and turned into corpses again, burning in the fire.

Hiccup~
  A wisp of black smoke erupted from his mouth, and he stretched out his hand to rub his somewhat hot face. Seeing the burning corpses igniting the surrounding walls, Wang Xiao was a little worried about how to put out the fire.

It's not impossible to suck it back, but when you think about the fire, it's for burning corpses.

vomit!
  "Senior brother, what are you doing? Why is there such a big fire and where are there so many corpses?"

A confused shout sounded from outside the door.

Wang Xiao was stunned for a moment, this serious tone mixed with a mean tone, why did he look so much like his second uncle.

"Junior brother, it's Master!"

Jia Le also heard it and ran over excitedly.

"Hey, Jia Le, why are you here?"

"Master, my junior brother and I are here. We are here to help our uncle."

Jia Le shouted outside and briefly explained the situation.

"Simu, get out of the way!"

Before Shimu could respond, a majestic voice sounded outside.

Then a cold wind blew by, and the blazing flames were all extinguished in the blink of an eye.

Seeing such a devastating method, Wang Xiao's pupils shrank.

He knew in his heart that the flames he spurted were mixed with the power of the blazing sun, and it was difficult to extinguish them with ordinary water.

The man only blew a cold wind and extinguished the flames he breathed out. How strong the man outside must be.

"Come on, let's go out to meet our seniors!"

Wang Xiao quickly called Jiale Qiusheng, Wencai and the others, stepped on the dark corpses, and walked out of the half-collapsed door.

There were six people standing outside, one of whom was Simu, and the other five people had their heads tied up in buns and were wearing ordinary clothes.

He seems to be dressed in ordinary clothes, but he exudes a vague aura, which makes people know that he is not an ordinary person at a glance. Especially the old man with a goatee standing at the front, Wang Xiao's instinct told him that this old man was a master, master, master, and the cold wave just now should have been caused by the opponent.

"You four brats, why don't you hurry up and pay homage to your master!"

Master.

The four of them looked at each other with horror in their hearts.

Master, those are Master’s uncles and elders.

The masters of the spiritual practice world are not just people who rely on their old age. If someone just stomps his feet, the entire spiritual practice world will be a trembling figure.

As the top sect of the Shangqing Sect, the master-level figures are even more terrifying.

You must know that Jiu Shu Simu's master was a master in the spiritual world when he was alive. After death, in the underworld, the lowest status people are working as scribes in the Judge's Hall.

The old man in front of me is the living god of the underworld.

The four people hurried forward and bowed to the old man.

"Disciple pays homage to the master."

The old man with the goatee nodded, looked at each of the four faces, and finally focused on Wang Xiao.

"The fire method just now was used well."

Wang Xiao felt ashamed and respectfully replied: "The little magic made Master laugh."

"Hahaha……"

Wang Xiao's answer made the serious old man suddenly laugh. With a wave of his hand, Wang Xiao and the four of them felt a force that dragged them up from the ground.

Seeing such a random move, the four people were shocked again.

Si Mu, who happened to come over at this moment, leaned into Wang Xiao's ear and whispered: "You asked me if it was difficult to get the Shangqing Urn. I told you that there is only one person in a hundred years..." He said in awe. He glanced at the old man who was still sizing up Wang Xiao.

Wang Xiao took a breath again.

Apart from the ordinary old man in front of him, he turned out to be a Celestial Master-level boss.

Oh my god, this is a heavenly master, known as a land god.

Wang Xiao, who had always been in a very good mood, felt his heart pounding nervously.

This feeling is like a crazy fan who finally met his idol, and the other person even talked to him cordially.

"Elder Yu's main purpose for coming down the mountain this time is to see you. He also serves as the elder of the Shangqing Sect."

"Come here and take a look at you. If there is nothing wrong with you, I will pass on the superior methods of your sect."

Simu explained the reason why this big boss came here.

Wang Xiao took a deep breath, suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, and saluted Elder Yu again to invite him sideways.

"Master, after a long journey, please go inside and rest first!"

Elder Yu nodded slightly, raised his hand and waved towards the yard. The dark and strange-smelling corpse instantly shattered into dust and was blown far away by a gust of wind, disappearing.

Only then did his eyes wake up.

I waited carefully all the way, but when I got there, I forgot to invite the old man to come in and rest.

Qiu Shengwencai, who is usually mischievous, is more honest than a quail at this moment.

Wang Xiao gave him a wink, and Qiu Sheng quickly took Jiale Wencai to pick up the horses of Elder Yu and several of his disciples, and warmly invited them in to rest.

"Uncle, why are you here!"

As soon as the group entered the courtyard, they met Uncle Jiu who came out to check after hearing the noise.

Seeing the leader, Uncle Jiu was stunned for a long time, and then he quickly stepped forward to pay his respects.

The old man looked at Uncle Jiu pretending to be angry, "Why, Xiao Fengjiao, can't I come to your place..."

"no no………"

Uncle Jiu stuttered and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Alas, you are still so boring..."

Seeing that Uncle Jiu was so nervous that he didn't know what to say, the old man pointed at Uncle Jiu and strode towards the hall.

When he came to the hall, the old man glanced at the altar, then walked around and came to the altar table in the middle. He looked at the memorial tablet enshrined on it, and after being silent for a long time, he sighed: "Junior brother, long time no see!"

"Roar……"

The old man picked up the incense and was about to burn it for his junior brother when a roar suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Wang Xiao, Lin Fengjiao... your death has come!"

Ninth Uncle and Wang Xiao all turned their heads and looked at the figure approaching with the aura of corpse evil, their eyes full of sympathy.

(End of this chapter)