After Disappearing For 20 Years, I Return As The Most Powerful Heavenly Master

The deathly aura coming from Ma Mian rushed towards his face.

Old Taoist Zhang Yang and the others all had serious expressions on their faces. The strength and intensity of the death energy made it basically certain that the identities of the bull-headed and horse-faced giants standing in front of them were not fake.

"It's a bull-headed horse-faced one," the old fortune teller murmured.

"It's more than just a bull's head and a horse's face."

The fat old man from the zombie exorcism sect took over his words and stared straight at the streetlight behind the bull-headed horse-face that turned into a will-o'-the-wisp light.

Followed closely.

Two figures stepped out of the street lamp one after another.

Their heads and faces are different from those of horses and bulls. Their bodies are long and tall. They are the height of a normal person, thin and tall. However, their clothes are extremely weird. One of them is wearing all white clothes, and the other is wearing all black clothes.

And the two of them were wearing white and black hats that were half a meter tall.

The white figure's hat has the traditional Chinese characters "Sign up with wealth" written on it. He holds a white mourning stick in his hand, and has an iron chain around his waist that is full of deathly energy.

The black figure's hat has the four traditional Chinese characters for "天下平" written on it. In his hand, like the white figure, he holds a mourning stick, but it is black.

Except.

The white figure's tongue is so long that it reaches vertically to the waist.

"Black and white are impermanent."

When the old fortune teller saw the two, he instantly recognized their identity.

Like a domino effect, following the appearance of Black and White Impermanence, ghosts wearing clothes with the word "bad" written on their chests appeared immediately after Black and White Impermanence.

They follow behind Black and White Impermanence, following their lead.

That's a mistake.

The underworld ‘staff’ who are a higher level than the Yin soldiers now appear with bull heads, horse faces, black and white impermanence, and the formation is so large that the old fortune teller and everyone are solemn.

...Now we are in trouble.

Almost unanimously, the hearts of all the older generation sank to the bottom of their hearts.

Forget it when the bull-headed horse noodles come.

Why is Black and White Wuchang here again, bringing with him a large number of evil deeds?

The essential.

Black and white impermanence and bull-headed and horse-faced ones are here, but why are they still... bull-headed Abang, horse-faced Rakshasa, black impermanent Xie Bian, and white impermanent fan Wujiu.

The map of Daxia is vast, and the underworld has jurisdiction over Daxia. In addition to assigning different Yin soldiers to each place, it also assigns different numbers of Yin soldiers, including black and white impermanence and bull-headed horse faces.

There are not only four black and white figures with bull heads and horse faces.

Rather, it is an official position.

Otherwise, how could such a vast land of Great Xia be managed by the four people of light, black, white, impermanence, and bull-headed and horse-faced people?

Everywhere there are black and white impermanence and bull-headed and horse-faced faces.

only.

Among the many black and white impermanences and bull-headed and horse-faced ones, among them, the bull-headed Abang, the horse-faced Rakshasa, the black impermanent Xie Bian, and the white impermanent Fan Wujiu are the most well-known and powerful ones, and are widely spread among the people of Daxia.

Feel the impermanence of black and white in front of you, the death and ghost energy of the underworld emanating from the bull-headed and horse-faced faces, as well as the oppressive force.

The old physiognomists all realized that they were unusual, black and white, with an ox-headed and horse-faced face. They were exactly the same black-and-white impermanent, ox-headed and horse-faced figures spread in folk myths and legends of Daxia.

"What is going on? This place in Daqing City is poisonous. Why are Niu Tou A Pang, Horse Face Rakshasa, Hei Wuchang Xie Bian, and Bai Wuchang Fan all crowded into one place?"

The fat old man's eyelids twitched.

He was confident that he could handle ordinary bull-headed and horse-faced situations, black and white, and impermanence, but he was not sure about these four people.

They must be too powerful, otherwise they would not have been spread throughout the Xia Dynasty for five thousand years, becoming a widely circulated existence among the people, and one of the spokespersons of the underworld.

But no matter how much you don’t want to deal with it.

Now the arrow is on the string and has to be fired.

The old Taoist priest Zhang Yang was the first to respond, bowing his hands in an ancient salute:

"Zhang Yang, the 63rd generation disciple of Longhu Mountain, has met A Bong, Rakshasa, Seventh Master, and Eighth Master."

Seventh Master and Eighth Master are the honorific names for Bai Wuchang and Hei Wuchang in folklore.

His words speak volumes.

The tranquility was broken in an instant.

Bai Wuchang's ghostly eyes moved towards him, and his long tongue trembled slightly. Although it was a long tongue, it did not affect his normal speech:

"Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain, do you know the consequences of today's actions? You cannot change your destiny against heaven, violate the order of heaven and earth, and disrupt the reincarnation of the underworld. As a Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain, don't you know?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the Yin soldiers walking towards them, looking at their injuries, his ghost eyes became more and more fierce:

"It is already a serious crime to change one's fate against the will of heaven, and it is an even higher crime to hurt the underworld's underworld soldiers. Even if you are a Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain, you are responsible for subduing demons and exterminating demons in the human world, and you have no right to interfere with the affairs of the underworld."

Facing Bai Wuchang's accountability.

Zhang Yang, the old Taoist priest, all had a clear idea in their hearts that they would still be held accountable after all. The underworld has always been iron-blooded in its actions. Even if Longhu Mountain did justice for heaven and made such great achievements that all the old heavenly masters went to the underworld after their death, the underworld would treat them with courtesy.

But it doesn't mean that the underworld has to be polite.

"Seventh Master, please forgive me. This is really out of necessity."

Old Taoist Zhang Yang glanced at the tent behind him and said, neither humble nor arrogant:

"Everything is done to save me, the hero of Daxia. Please make it easy for me today. On behalf of Longhushan, I would like to thank the Seventh Master, the Eighth Master, Abang, and Rakshasa."

"On behalf of the five northeastern families, I would like to thank the Seventh Master, the Eighth Master, Abang, and Rakshasa."

"On behalf of the Maoshan sect, I would like to thank the Seventh Master, the Eighth Master, Abang, and Rakshasa."

"I have thanked the Seventh Master, the Eighth Master, Abang, and Rakshasa on behalf of the credit swordsmiths."

…

All the older generations agreed one after another, hoping that Black and White Impermanence and Bull-Head-Horse Noodles could be exempted. At the same time, they also released all the underworld money prepared in advance. The amount was huge, and it would be a huge sum of money in the underworld.

It is comparable to winning hundreds of millions of dollars in the human lottery.

Great Xia hero?

Black and White Wuchang and Bullhead and Horse Face were both speechless. Hei Wuchang raised his hand and reached out to the Yin soldiers.

Upon seeing this, the Yin soldiers hurriedly stepped forward. One of the leading Yin soldiers took out a file from his arms, held it in both hands and handed it to Hei Wuchang.

Open the file.

Hei Wuchang checked the information of the 'dying man' in the tent that his Yin soldiers wanted to take away.

Bai Wuchang also looked sideways, while the bull-headed and horse-faced figure was more pure. With his tall body, he could see the information in the file in Bai Wuchang's hands by lowering his head.

When the Yin soldiers come to take away the dead souls to the underworld, they will always bring file information to ensure that the person taken away is correct.

This look.

Hei Wuchang's sinister face became slightly moved, and he suddenly realized:

"I wonder how you dare to change your fate against the will of heaven. I thought you were under the instructions of that person. Is this why you are waiting for me? I can understand your behavior."

They were surprised to see that not only Longhu Mountain, but also the Maoshan Sect, the Razorsmiths, the Physiognomy School, and even the Five Northeastern Schools and Wutai Mountains had changed their fates against the will of heaven.

There were no surprises. Whether it was black and white, or a bull-headed horse-faced figure, a figure appeared in my mind...

That was a young man.

He looks handsome, with a jade pendant hanging around his neck, and wooden rings with scripture-like patterns on each of his right index finger and ring finger.

"Um?"

The old Taoist priest Zhang Yang and others captured the message of the words.

What does it mean to be ordered by that person?

What does this mean?

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