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

at the same time.

The apartment where Chen Yuewen lives.

The battlefield ghosts Ah Jiu and Xiao Liuzi are still bickering, and they are arguing with each other.

Master Shi watched it happily for a while. It had long been accustomed to the behavior of the two, and then looked towards the living room in the back.

Chen Yuewen and the three girls looked at Master Ten and became nervous immediately. Master Ten's face was definitely kind, like an amiable grandfather, but for some reason, they always felt that Master Ten had something different from Ah Jiu, the ghost and god on the battlefield. majesty.

The majesty of Ah Jiu, the ghost god on the battlefield, is so majestic that even his body is intimidating.

And the majesty of the Tenth Master is kind, as if a superior person who has been in a high position for a long time has entered old age. Although he is old, his majesty remains unchanged.

"Little girls, you don't have to be afraid. The matter has been resolved. Those three weasels will not cause you any trouble."

Master Shi stepped forward, scanning the living room environment, and then his eyes fell on the supper on the table:

"What a clean room. Oh, so girls, are you having dinner? It's not good to eat so late."

"No, Grandpa Gui, this is a midnight snack." Zhang Yayun was the first to muster up the courage to respond.

Ghost grandpa?

Master Shi was stunned for a moment. It was the first time he was called Grandpa Ghost. He instinctively looked at Ah Jiu, the ghost god on the battlefield, and quickly understood the reason.

immediately.

It smiled kindly: "You must be the girl with the same surname that I kindly reminded you. This old man is not a ghost."

"Not a ghost? Are you a human?" Zhou Zhou stood behind the sofa and said subconsciously with his head exposed.

"That's not true. The old man is not a human being. The old man is a demon." Master Shi was not prepared to hide it. There was nothing to hide, and it was not a shameful secret.

"Demon? Dryad?"

Chen Yuewen and the others couldn't help but glance at the branch-like dragon horns on Master Shi's head and the branches in his hands.

If its image is related to demons, they can't help but think of trees.

After all, his clothes and attire are more or less related to trees, such as ancient green tree-like robes, branch walking sticks...

"It would be great if I were a tree demon. I can live a long time and don't have to worry about death."

Master Shi's eyes were full of emotion, but it didn't last for half a second, and he quickly smiled at Chen Yuewen and the others:

"The old man is..."

It didn't mind telling them what its true form was, just when it opened its mouth.

Um?

Master Shi stopped talking and looked back at the balcony.

Not only it, but the bickering battlefield ghosts Ah Jiu and Xiao Liuzi also stopped abruptly and looked towards the front of the balcony with Master Shi.

Regarding the actions of the three, Chen Yuewen and the others were puzzled and did not understand what was happening. They took advantage of the situation and looked in the direction where Shi Ye and the others were looking, wanting to know what they were looking at.

The next second.

Their pupils suddenly shrank, and the timid Zhou Zhou screamed in fright.

"Ghost, ghost..."

On the balcony in front, the location where the three weasels were crushed to death was just outside the balcony. It was more than ten stories high in the sky and was emitting a dense white light at the moment.

The light was like a phosphorus fire being ignited, covering a wide area, spanning the entire three-meter-long balcony.

Not even a blink of an eye.

The dense white light condensed into a weasel that was over three meters tall.

at the same time.

Changbai Mountain, in Huangjia Valley.

The leading middle-aged man pointed at a candlestick. After the billowing demonic energy was injected into it, the candlestick ignited with a dense white flame and condensed into an identical weasel, only smaller in size, as if it were a miniature version.

Accompanied by the leading middle-aged man's mouth.

Thousands of kilometers away, the giant condensed weasel also said the same thing.

"Who dares to kill me, Mr. Huang?"

The billowing demonic energy enveloped Senran's voice and echoed in the sky above a dozen floors.

It traveled across a long distance to bring its demonic appearance to Daqing City.

"Brother seems to be really angry, and he actually used the Dharma to come down."

"That's Huang Xiaoxiao after all. The eldest brother loves him the most."

"I've been having so many worries recently. I can't find the old man, and now Xiaoxiao is dead. I guess I've been holding back a lot of anger. The person who killed Huang Xiaoxiao has become an outlet for me to vent my anger."

The weasel masters were whispering around them.

the other side.

Taking advantage of the special nature of the life lantern, the leader, a middle-aged man, specifically the head of the Huang family of the five northeastern families, brought the Dharma to Daqing City. It opened its mouth and looked around.

soon.

His eyes were fixed on the nearest balcony, looking at Ah Jiu, the ghost on the battlefield.

It has a burly figure and is surrounded by purple will-o'-the-wisps. It is difficult not to notice it, but it attracts the attention of the head of the Huang family at a glance.

"Huh? Purple will-o'-the-wisp? Death energy on the battlefield..."

The two sides looked at each other.

The head of the Huang family's condensed Dharma appearance, the weasel's eyes flashed suddenly:

"The ancient battlefield ghost who killed Thailand's number one head-dropping mage?"

It immediately recognized the battlefield ghost Ah Jiu.

The death of Thailand's number one head-dropping mage was heard a little bit by even five families in the Northeast. The image of Ah Jiu, the ghost god on the battlefield, was too conspicuous. The purple will-o'-the-wisp and the ancient battlefield death aura made it difficult for people not to recognize it.

"Do you recognize me?" Ah Jiu, the ghost on the battlefield, did not hide his face and looked directly at the weasel.

On this night near midnight.

No one would have thought that on the 17th floor of a high-end apartment building in Daqing City, there would be a confrontation between two giant monsters.

One is a burly mountain-shaped ghost and god made of purple will-o'-the-wisps, and the other is the great demonic image coming from across the distance. The two sides are looking at each other from afar.

"How could you not recognize it? You were the one who killed the number one head-lowering mage in Thailand."

The Weasel Master spoke human words with a cold tone, not afraid that the other party could kill the first head-lowering mage.

He is the head of the Huang family of the five contemporary families in the Northeast, and his Taoism is also profound. With the Huang family as his back, he will not be afraid even if he sees the old masters of Longhu Mountain.

"I asked who dared to touch me, Huang Jia'erlang. I thought it was a participant in this supernatural exchange conference. Now that I think about it, I'm sorry they know my identity, Huang Jia'erlang, so how dare they do it."

Even without any evidence.

But just because the battlefield ghost Ajiu was at the place where Huang Xiaoxiao died, he was sure that the murderer was the other person.

"It turns out it's you, ghost, you are so brave!"

The sound of the weasel's expression was like thunder, exploding on the balcony on this floor. Chen Yuewen and the others could see it with the naked eye. The weasel's head of its expression was glaring with anger, and it suddenly seemed to be ignited with white flames.

The ferocious look and viciousness of the great demon were fully revealed at this moment.

"Do you really think that just because you killed Thailand's number one descending master, you think you can touch my Huang family?"

Just like what the weasel masters were talking about, they were asked one after another by the old men to look for the mysterious old man, but they could not find him for ten years. They were scolded by the old men, and now one of their most beloved heirs, Huang Xiaoxiao, died.

At this moment, the head of the Huang family was full of anger.

The behavior of the battlefield ghost Ajiu hit the muzzle of the gun, but before it could continue to vent, Xiao Liuzi's voice came:

"What a great prestige, what? What happened to your Huang family? You don't even look at the virtues of your Huang family's bastard. He ran out of Shanhaiguan and asked for a seal. You should be killed for this kind of behavior."

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