I'm a big boss in Uncle Jiu's world

"Hiss..."

"挲挲..."

The march of a hundred thousand yakshas cannot be silent, and when their footsteps and the sound of their bodies breaking through the air echoed in this quiet place, various small sounds suddenly came from the grass everywhere, like Something was escaping quickly.

"Click, click..." As he walked, Qin Yao gradually frowned and looked down at his feet.

From here on, the ground was covered with bones. It was unclear whether they were trampled by humans or some other species. These bones were so thin that it was impossible to tell whether they were human bones or animal bones.

"Hiss~"

As they continued to go deeper, snake shadows began to appear around them, big and small, long and short, black and white, and all kinds of them. However, because of the great momentum of the Yaksha army, these strange snakes were only far away. He stared at them and followed them slowly, not daring to step forward.

"It's so noisy!" During the march, Xiao Zhuo suddenly raised her right hand, and vast spiritual energy flew out of her palm, forming hundreds of linear wind blades and slashing at the grass in all directions.

The nameless grass that was half a man tall was cut off at the waist, and the head of the strange snake hidden inside was cut off silently, and blood spattered. The strange snake behind was so frightened that the strange snake behind it fled quickly, and no longer dared to follow it far away.

Qin Yao held her left hand and said softly: "Okay, why bother competing with a group of snakes? Just keep walking."

Xiao Zhuo nodded silently, put down his right hand that released the glimmer of light, and continued to move forward with the army with him.

After walking for about half an hour, one man and one ghost Shiwan Yaksha finally arrived at the end of the valley. Looking up, there was an uninhabited ancient village in front of him. Countless thin strings were pulled out from the big trees at the head of the village. Hanging on it was a terrifying doll made of unknown materials, missing eyes and hands, and covered in filth.

What was even more horrifying was that when they came to these strange dolls, they actually heard the strange laughter of the dolls.

"Pretend to be a ghost, it's evil." Just seeing this scene, Qin Yao, a descendant of Maoshan, guessed what was going on. He reached into his pocket and took out a fire talisman.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Cackle, cluck..."

Suddenly, Dirty Baby's laughter became more real, green fire burst out of his empty eyes, he broke free from the rope and rushed towards Qin Yao.

"Kill them off." Xiao Zhuo said calmly.

Swish, swish... Arrows and iron halberds flew out from the Yaksha legion, smashing hundreds of dolls into pieces in one wave.

In the human world, no matter how powerful the evil magic is, it will be useless when encountering so many yakshas!

Even speaking of simply talking about evil, evil, and evil, these Yakshas are far above the evil cultivation of human beings.

After easily destroying the dirty doll, the army surrounded the village. Qin Yao took Xiao Zhuo's hand and led King Yaksha and hundreds of Yaksha into the village.

The village was silent and there was no one around. This place was far from the Valley of the Dead in Xiao Zhuo's memory, so she could only order the yakshas to search for traces of whisks from house to house. After searching, they came to an ancestral hall.

King Yasha kicked open the ancestral hall with a bang, and a burst of poisonous gas was released from it. However, there was no normal person present, so this poisonous gas had no effect at all.

After a while, the poisonous gas dissipated, and a spacious lobby appeared in front of the eyes of humans and ghosts...

In the lobby, dozens of humans wearing black robes and black scarves, corpses to be precise, were kneeling on the ground. At the front was a monk. The monk was holding a magic wand, his eyes wide open; the Taoist held the black handle high. Whisk in the dust, with a sad look on his face.

In front of the monk, a strange man with a shriveled face and skinny bones put his hand on the monk's magic wand and froze in place.

"What's going on?" Qin Yao asked in surprise.

"It should be that they wanted to take the monk's staff, but were suppressed by the staff. Over time, they withered and died here." Xiao Zhuo said softly.

Qin Yao looked at the dusty Zen staff in the monk's hand: "If we move this Zen staff, will they come back to life?"

"Resurrection from the dead won't happen, but the resentful soul will definitely leave the body."

"Then let's get the whisk first."

Xiao Zhuo's hand flashed with light, and he conjured a long sword out of thin air: "Neither Yaksha nor I can touch that whisk, you have to come. Bite your finger, use the blood as ink, draw the Maoshan Talisman on the palm of your hand, and then drive it The Maoshan mana in your body activates the talisman and goes to get that whisk, otherwise you will definitely be suppressed."

Qin Yao did as he was told and grabbed the whisk with the blood talisman in his right hand. When the blood talisman was attached to the black handle of the whisk, the three thousand whisk silk threads suddenly lit up with bright golden light. Xiaozhuo and King Yaksha felt uncomfortable. Time to exit the ancestral hall.

In the dark, Qin Yao felt a gaze falling on him, examining him for a long time, and finally dissipated.

What quickly dissipated was the brilliant golden light on the fly whisk.

"Are you ready?" Qin Yao took a breath silently and turned to look outside the ancestral hall.

Xiao Zhuo raised his sword and shouted: "Yaksha Legion, prepare to fight!"

Shiwan Yasha immediately raised his weapon and looked around, ready to fight at any time.

In the ancestral hall, Qin Yao suddenly used force and pulled out the black-handled fly whisk from the hand of an unknown ancestor. Suddenly there was lightning and thunder in the void, and ghost hands stretched out from the ground.

"Whoosh whoosh..." Dakini Yasha was suspended in the air, holding a bow and arrow, and fired thousands of arrows, piercing the ghosts that climbed up from the ground.

"Puff, puff, puff." The Earthly Yaksha divided into multiple strands, waving various weapons, harvesting the bodies of resentful ghosts like wheat, and collecting their souls into the weapons.

With the close and tacit cooperation between the two parties, even though the resentful ghosts underground seemed to be endless, not a single resentful ghost could escape from the village alive. The power of the extraordinary legion was completely exposed in front of Qin Yao, which made his heart agitate.

Seizing treasures from tens of thousands of resentful souls is only possible for individual monks who are in the realm of Heavenly Master or above. And when it comes to annihilating tens of thousands of resentful souls, even the Heavenly Master may find it difficult to do so.

A thing that was impossible to accomplish in the human world was actually being performed in front of him. How could he not feel emotional?

The most important thing is that this is just a legion under the old demon of Black Mountain. Judging from Xiao Zhuo's ability to mobilize, it should not be considered the top legion in Black Mountain... It is really hard to imagine how powerful the official army of the Yin Division has!

"With a green spear three feet high, he can lead an army of millions and conquer the world forever. This is what a man should do." After regaining consciousness, Qin Yao said softly.

There was a glint in Xiao Zhuo's eyes.

What girl doesn’t have a child, and what woman doesn’t want her husband to be an unparalleled hero?

What's more, regardless of whether you like him or not, or whether you look down on him, in reality, his strength, power, status, reputation... are all somewhat different from mine.

If Uncle Jiu hopes that Qin Yao can live in peace for the rest of his life, then Xiao Zhuo's biggest hope is that he can become his support in the future.

"I hope my hope has hope." Xiao Zhuo said silently in his heart.