I’m a Big Boss In Uncle Jiu’s World

Nezha’s figure was like lightning, arriving first and blocking the door: “You can’t run away.”

The girl in white's soul trembled, and she didn't dare to fight with Nezha. She turned around and flew to the statue of the god, knelt down and kowtowed: "Master, save me."

"Even the gods can't save you." Nezha teleported behind her, raised his thunder whip and struck it down with a long sword.

 “Stop!” Accompanied by a loud shout with endless majesty, the statue of the **** on the high platform lit up with a bright divine light.

But Nezha was rebellious, and his murderous intent boiled after the sound. He smashed the back of the white-clothed girl's head with a bang, and the immortal energy contained in the divine whip directly shattered the opponent's soul.

 “Bold.”

The statue roared angrily, and a black light burst out from it, manifesting into a **** whose face could not be seen clearly. He held the transformed sword and rushed towards Nezha.

Nezha was happy and unafraid, and streams of flames flowed out of his hands, wrapping the entire thunder whip in it. The fire and thunder rolled between his arms, making the gods unable to move forward.

"Who are you, and why do you want to kill my followers and behead my disciples?" The **** roared extremely angrily to delay time.

Nezha remained silent and tried his best to end the battle in the shortest possible time.

Master once told him a truth: the less the enemy wants you to do something, the more afraid it is of what you do. The more the enemy wants to do something, the less you can let him do it.

After a long time, as the light on the god's body gradually dimmed, Nezha suddenly used his three-headed and six-armed magical powers, relying on the instantaneous increase in mana to leap over him and kill the opponent.

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 The gods exploded and turned into countless light rains. Nezha turned his hands and put away the thunder whip, walked through the light rain, walked to the corner, cast a spell to untie the ropes on the boys and girls, and asked: "Do you know where home is?"

  Half an hour later.

Nezha stepped on the hot wheel and landed in a village with his two children. He was immediately identified by the two children and stopped in front of a house. Suddenly he heard bursts of crying coming from the courtyard.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ification.

Nezha kicked open the door and stepped inside. Looking around, he saw that the yard was arranged like a mourning hall. Two couples each guarded a brazier, weeping and burning paper.

 “Mother, mother…”

The two children in Nezha's hands saw them and immediately shouted loudly.

 The crying in the mourning hall suddenly became quieter, and the two mothers thought they were hearing hallucinations.

　　It was the two silent fathers who reacted first, stood up suddenly, and looked out the door with surprise on their faces.

Nezha exhaled softly and came to them in an instant like a ghost, placing the child on the ground.

After the child landed, he threw himself into the arms of the two mothers and cried loudly.

 “Dare I ask…” a father said.

“Don’t ask anything, pack your things quickly and move out of here.” Nezha raised his hand and said.

 The two fathers looked at each other, embraced their wives and children and left...

Nezha sat cross-legged in the mourning hall, watching their figures disappear, then pretending to be a ghost to wake up the others, turning the house into an empty house in the blink of an eye.

 What the master taught him, there is a beginning and an end. In order to save the two children, he killed the Shiji disciple, but the other party couldn't find him, so it was hard to say that innocent people would be implicated.

 In this case, it is better to expel these innocent people first to prevent good deeds from turning into evil deeds.

 At the end of the night and at dawn.

A middle-aged fairy girl with long fan-shaped hair, jeweled hair accessories, and a purple dress arrived in the clouds. She hung above the mourning hall and looked down at the small figure on the ground:

“I am Shiji, the empress of the Taoist Demon Immortal from the White Bone Cave in Skull Mountain. How can you, a young goblin, rely on you to dare to go against me?”

Nezha raised his eyes slightly and summoned a long sword with a flip of his hand: "I don't want to go against you, I just can't stand your behavior. Even a fairy cannot harm a young child."

"Mutilate?" Shi Ji shook his head and said: "I have never taken the initiative to hunt and kill humans. It was some people among humans who took the initiative to sacrifice their descendants to me in order to get benefits from me. Take this family as an example. , the old man offered his grandson as a tribute to me, I just accepted his wish. "

Nezha said: "No matter how eloquent you are, you can't change the essence of this matter."

"I am the most annoying person to preach." Shi Ji had a cold look on his face and suddenly flew down from the clouds, reaching out to grab Nezha.

Nezha instantly displayed his three heads and six arms, raised his sword and thrust out a pillar of fire, rushing forward in a mighty manner.

Shi Ji resisted the fire pillar with his demon immortal body, stepped in front of Nezha, grabbed the sword with one hand, and pinched his neck with the other hand: "Let me ask you for the last time, what kind of monster are you?"

Nezha opened his mouth and spit out a stream of fire, burning towards Shiji's face.

Shi Ji's eyes turned cold and he turned his head to avoid it. Suddenly a purple fire burned in his hand, quickly burning the little goblin into ashes.

 “To overestimate one’s ability is to seek death.”

　　 Patting the ashes on his hands, Shi Ji sneered, and his body immediately turned into light.

 After half a cup of tea, a small figure walked out of a house, and it looked like Nezha.

 In fact, the person who was burned to death just now was just a clone. By fighting against the dharma body transformed from the war statue, he realized that he was definitely no match for Shi Ji, so he came up with this method to fake death and escape.

 Now it seems that the situation is not bad.

"That's all I can do for you." Nezha said quietly, finally looking in the direction of the main hall.

 But when he turned his head and was about to leave, he found that a figure had appeared in front of him. He was so frightened that he took three steps back and even sat down on the ground, his heart pounding.

"A bit clever, but I don't know how ridiculous this little cleverness is to a truly powerful person." Shi Ji mocked.

Nezha quickly used the escape technique to try to escape from this place. Unexpectedly, Shi Ji stretched out his hand and the ground in the courtyard turned into gold and iron. No matter how hard Nezha stamped his feet, he could not get into the ground.

Shi Ji walked towards Nezha step by step and said coldly: "If you have any other means, use them now."

Nezha gave up his escape plan and said with a serious face: "I am Nezha, the eldest disciple of Kunlun Golden Immortal Shen Gongbao. Yao Xian, if you are unfavorable to me, my master will not let you go."

"Kunlun Golden Immortal..." Shi Ji's eyes narrowed slightly.

Nezha said: "Yes, if you are afraid, just let me go."

Shi Ji laughed loudly, and the laughter was especially harsh under the night sky: "Afraid? Little goblin, do you know who I am?"

  Nezha: "I know, you are Shiji."

Shi Ji shook his head: "No, you don't know. I was born in the Xuanhuang period, and I am a disciple of the master of the Tongtian sect, the saint of Jiejiao. When I became a disciple, your master was not even born. When I became famous, Kunlun was not even ten years old. The title of Erjinxian.”

  Nezha: “…”

 Hearing this, it seems like someone kicked someone on an iron plate.

"However, for the sake of the fact that we are all monsters, I will spare your life. You kill my boy and stay with me to serve me in the future. Even if you meet Shen Gongbao, I will have an explanation." Shi Ji As he spoke, he took out a brass ring and flew towards Nezha in the air. Nezha held the thunder whip with both hands and hit the brass ring hard. Unexpectedly, the ring flashed around the whip and landed on his head.

"ah!"

Nezha stretched out his hand to grab the circle and pulled it out with all his strength. Veins even appeared on his arms due to the excessive exertion.

However, his efforts were destined to be in vain. As Shi Ji recited the incantation, he rolled on the ground in pain and screamed repeatedly.

 …

 Xiqi.

Qin Yao arrived in the clouds and observed the whole city with his brows raised, and soon found traces of Ji Fa in a house with a very large area.

After a while, the clouds landed in front of the Bohou Mansion. Qin Yao climbed up the steps and said to the doorman who came to greet him: "I am Shen Gongbao, the Qi Refiner of Kunlun Mountain. I have something important to ask to see the second young master of your mansion. Please let me know. "

 “Please wait a moment, I’m going to report to you.” The disciple was polite and well-educated.

Qin Yao smiled slightly, quite satisfied with this.

From this point alone, we can see Ji Chang’s teaching ability. Although the Shang Dynasty in the Western Zhou Dynasty had saints and even gods scheming, it was also inseparable from their own excellence.

 After all, the Yin Shang Dynasty had 800 princes alone, and there were three as famous as Xiqi.

Not long after, Ji Fa, with his shawl loose, hurried out of the Bohou Mansion. Qin Yao noticed that he didn't even have shoes on his feet...

 Whether this behavior is intentional or unintentional, it reflects the respect of the other party.

"Ji Fa pays homage to the Taoist Priest." Just as Qin Yao was thinking about this, Ji Fa bowed deeply and kept his posture very low.

Qin Yao held the opponent's elbows and straightened his body: "Young master, you don't need to be polite. How are you doing lately?"

Ji Fa smiled and said: "Everything is fine, come into the house quickly, I will take you to see my mother...My mother will be very happy to see you coming."

After a while, Ji Fa took Qin Yao to a palace and saluted a woman who was over fifty years old but still quite beautiful: "Mother, Taoist Shen who saved me and my father is here."

The woman was originally sitting on a chair. When she heard this, she stood up immediately. Her face was full of surprise, and she even took the initiative to greet him: "But Master Shen Gongbao Shen?"

"Shen Gongbao pays homage to Madam." Qin Yao stood still and said with cupped hands.

Tai Si hurriedly said: "Taoist priest, there is no need to be polite. Fa'er, go quickly and call your eldest brother to come and thank me, the benefactor of the Ji family."

Ji Fa said with a smile on his face: "Yes, mother, I will go find my elder brother right away."

Qin Yao did not stop him. After all, his visit this time was mainly for the future Emperor Ziwei.

Ji Yi, also known as Boyikao, was the son of Ji Chang and the brother of Ji Fa. After his tragic death at Chaoge, he was named the God of Ziwei Emperor in Zhongtian North Pole by Jiang Ziya, or Ziwei Emperor for short.

Regarding the original work of Fengshen, many people do not understand what qualifications Boyikao has to be named Emperor Ziwei, but in this magically modified version of Fengshen, Qin Yao can find the answer.

 It’s to make up for the Ji family!

After all, from the human king to the emperor, from being alongside the emperor to becoming the son of the emperor, the Ji family has made great achievements, but at the same time, they have lost too many rights.

 If nothing else, from then on, the emperor lost the power to control the gods on earth. If it is said that Ji Fa gave Qin Yao an imperial edict to mobilize the gods in the world, then this edict did not drive the effectiveness of the gods.

If the outcome of the Boyikao test does not change, and he is made to secretly sign a contract with the Dragon Clan Crown Prince, after he is granted the title of God in the future, the Dragon Clan will have one more **** to support them when they get out of trouble...

In order for Uncle Jiu to obtain the twelfth-grade Pure World White Lotus, Qin Yao had to take great pains, even exhausting his energy.

But then again, this is not just about helping Uncle Jiu. After the deed is accomplished, the filial piety value given by the system is huge, making it a win-win situation for both master and disciple.

 “Bo Yi Kao paid homage to his benefactor.”

Not long after, a man wearing a wooden crown and a long robe, who was more handsome and powerful than Ji Fa, came in a hurry. As soon as he saw him, he wanted to pay homage.

Qin Yao helped the other person in advance, but did not let him kneel down after all. He said with a smile: "It doesn't have to be like this, get up and talk."

Boyikao's face was full of gratitude and he said: "I heard from my second brother that if it weren't for my benefactor, my father would have died tragically in the cage. This kindness will never be forgotten by the Ji family."

Qin Yao said: "The eldest son is serious in his words. Xibo Houji is a prime minister of human beings and heaven. I just happened to meet him."

Bo Yikao shook his head, then put away his smile, and asked solemnly: "Taoist Master, will my father ever return to Xiqi?"

"There must be, but it's hard to say in which year I came back." Qin Yao said.

Boyikao paused for a moment and said: "During this period of time, I found a seven-scented car, a sobering mat, a white ape, and ten stunning beauties of national beauty and fragrant beauty. I plan to offer them to the king in the hope that he will let me go." Father, do you think this is possible?"

Qin Yao paused slightly and said: "The success rate is at most 10%."

 “Is it so low?” Ji Fa, who was following Boyikao, asked.

Qin Yao said: "It is so low, and once you set out, you must be prepared to sacrifice."

Ji Fa's face stiffened and he said, "Brother, you'd better not go."

Bo Yikao shook his head: "As the eldest son, how can I watch my father being imprisoned and suffer without being moved? Even if there is only 10% hope, I will try."

Ji Fa couldn’t understand, but couldn’t speak to persuade him.

Filial piety is a big mountain. When Boyikao moved this mountain away, he had no reason to persuade him.

Qin Yao pondered for a moment and said: "Although I can't help you rescue Xibohou, I can give you a Dragon Prince to defend yourself. Are you willing to make a contract with him?"

"Prince Long?" Boyikao's eyes widened.

Qin Yao nodded: "It's the kind of dragon prince I gave to your father and your brother. He is protected by a real dragon and can avoid death at least once."

Ji Fa was overjoyed and said hurriedly: "Brother, why don't you thank Daoist Master Shen quickly?"

Bo Yi Kao Kankan came back to his senses and immediately bowed: "Thank you so much, Taoist Master."

Qin Yao smiled slightly and opened a dimensional door directly in this room: "Let's go, I will take you to the Dragon Palace."

Shortly after.

 Qin Yao stood on the rock at the bottom of the Panlong Pillar, watching Boyikao and Prince Long Qi sign the contract, a trace of thought appeared in his eyebrows.

Yin Jiao made a contract with the eldest prince, Yin Hong made a contract with the second prince, Bigan made a contract with the third prince, Huang Feihu made a contract with the fourth prince, Ji Chang made a contract with the fifth prince, Ji Fa made a contract with the sixth prince, Boyikao made a contract with the seventh prince...

This is already a large network of influence. I wonder how far this network can expand after the Conferment of Gods is over.

But what is certain is that if this network forms a circle, then you who are in the center of this circle will definitely get rich rewards beyond your imagination.

At this moment, expectation took root in his heart like a seed, providing him with a steady stream of motivation and motivation! (End of chapter)