I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Chapter 109 Hope My Hope Has Hope (Please Subscribe)
"Hiss..."

"Shusha..."

It is impossible for a hundred thousand yakshas to march without a sound, and when their footsteps and the sound of their bodies breaking through the air resounded in this quiet place, all kinds of small sounds suddenly came from the grass that can be seen everywhere, like Something is running away at high speed.

"Kah bang, kah bang..." As he walked, Qin Yao gradually frowned and looked down at his feet.

From here, there are bones all over the ground, whether they were trampled by humans or by other species, these bones are so fragmented that it is impossible to tell whether they are 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, all kinds of them, but because of the aura of the Yasha army, these strange snakes were only far away. He stared at them and followed them slowly, not daring to go forward.

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

The half-person-high nameless grass was cut off at the waist, and the head of the strange snake hidden in it was cut off without a sound, and blood spattered, scaring the strange snake behind to run away quickly, and never dared to follow it far away.

Qin Yao held her left hand and said softly, "Okay, what's the point of competing with a group of snakes, let's go on."

Xiao Zhuo nodded silently, put down his right hand that was emitting a faint light, and continued to move forward with him leading the army.

After traveling for about half an hour, one person, one ghost, and one hundred thousand yakshas finally came to the end of the valley. Looking up, there was an ancient village with no one in front of it. There are horrible dolls made of unknown materials, missing eyes and hands, and dirty all over.

What's even more frightening is that when they came to this group of strange dolls, they actually faintly heard the strange laughter of the dolls.

"Pretending to be a ghost, playing tricks and crooked ways." Just seeing this scene, Qin Yao, a descendant of Maoshan, guessed what was going on, reached into his pocket, and took out a handful of fire talismans.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Giggle cluck..."

All of a sudden, Dirty Baby's laughter became more real, green fires burst out of his empty eye sockets, he broke free from the restraint of the rope, and rushed towards Qin Yao.

"Kill them." Xiao Zhuo said lightly.

Whoosh, whoosh... Flying arrows and iron halberds flew out from the Yaksha army, smashing hundreds of dolls into pieces in one wave.

In the world, no matter how powerful the evil magic is, it won't matter if you encounter so many yakshas!
Even when it comes to simply talking about evil, evil, and evil, these yakshas are far above human evil cultivation.

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

There was no sound and no one in the village.This place is far from the Valley of the Dead in Xiao Zhuo's memory, so she can only order the Yakshas to search for Fuchen from house to house, and when they find it, they come to a ancestral hall.

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

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

In the lobby, dozens of human beings wearing black robes and black scarves, to be precise, are corpses, sitting on the ground, with a monk in front of them. Whisk, with a sad look on his face.

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

"What's the situation?" Qin Yao asked in surprise.

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

Qin Yao followed the trend and looked at the dusty Zen stick in the monk's hand: "If we move this Zen stick, will they come back from the dead?"

"Resurrecting from the dead will not be possible, but resentful souls will definitely come out of their bodies."

"Then take the whisk first."

With a flash of light in Xiao Zhuo's hand, he conjured a long sword out of thin air: "Yasha and I can't touch that whisk, you have to come. Bitten your finger, use blood as ink, draw a Maoshan talisman on the palm of your hand, and then drive The Maoshan magic power in your body, activate the talisman and then go get the whisk, otherwise you will definitely be suppressed."

Qin Yao did as he said, grabbing the whisk with a blood talisman in his right hand, and when the blood talisman was attached to the black handle of the whisk, the three thousand whisk threads suddenly lit up with bright golden light, and Xiao Zhuo and King Yasha felt uncomfortable. Time to exit the shrine.

In the dark, Qin Yao felt a gaze fall on him, examined it for a long time, and finally dissipated into nothingness.

Immediately after it dissipated, there was the brilliant golden light on the dust whisk.

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

Xiao Zhuo raised the long sword in his hand and shouted in a low voice: "Yasha Legion, prepare to fight!"

Hundred Thousand Yaksha immediately raised his weapon, looked around, and was ready to fight at any time.

Inside the ancestral hall, Qin Yao violently pulled out a whisk with a black handle from the hands of an unknown generation of ancestors. There was a sudden thunder and lightning in the void, and ghost hands stretched out from the ground.

"Swish, swish..." Dakini Yasha was suspended in the air, holding a bow and arrow, and fired ten thousand arrows, piercing the ghosts climbing up from the ground one by one.

"Puff, puff, puff." Dixing Yaksha divided into multiple strands, wielding various weapons, harvesting the body of the resentful ghost like harvesting wheat, and collecting its soul body into the weapon.

With the close and tacit cooperation of the two parties, even though the underground ghosts seemed endless, none of the ghosts could escape the village alive.The power of the extraordinary legion was completely exposed in front of Qin Yao, which made his heart agitated.

To snatch treasures from tens of thousands of resentful souls, for individual monks, only the realm of celestial masters and above is somewhat possible.And when it comes to exterminating tens of thousands of resentful souls, even a celestial master may find it difficult to do so.

A thing that was impossible to accomplish in the human world, but now it is actually happening in front of him, how can he not make him feel emotional?
The most important thing is that this is only a legion under the old demon of Montenegro. Judging from the fact that Xiao Zhuo can mobilize it, it should not be regarded as the top legion in Montenegro... It is hard to imagine how powerful the official army of the Yin Division has!
"Raise a three-foot Qingfeng, lead an army of one million, and push through the ages. This is what a man should do." Qin Yao said softly after regaining his senses.

A gleam flashed in Xiao Zhuo's eyes.

Which girl doesn't love spring, which woman doesn't want her husband to be a hero?
What's more, I don't mention whether I like it or not, and I don't say I look down on him. In reality, his strength, power, status, fame... are all far behind me.

If Uncle Jiu hoped that Qin Yao would live in peace for the rest of his life, then Xiao Zhuo's greatest hope was that he could become his reliance in the future.

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

(End of this chapter)