People Are in the Great Antiquity Times, Just Become the Emperor of Heaven

"Old woman! Your niece snatched my little bird! She deserved it!" Nezha watched the commotion without thinking that it was a big deal, and jumped up and down to provoke Ling Guang.

On Ling Guang's forehead was a well-shaped figure, and a red horse straightened towards Nezha.

The Taoist burning lamp sacrificed the sky ruler, blocked the horse, and flew back to Lingguang's sleeve.

"Are you really going to forcibly save Nezha?" Ling Guang's tone was a little cold.

"Forgive me for offending me." Guang Chengzi bowed, and they couldn't accept that Nezha would use his life to make amends.

After all, although Nezha is a bit annoying, he is still quite cute.

"Hmph..." Ling Guang snorted coldly, and stretched out his hand to grab Guang Chengzi with the twelve Dinghai Pearls.

Ran Deng's eyes lit up, and he saw his hope of becoming enlightened and killing the three corpses on this treasure!

I want it, I really want it, but...the person in front of me can't beat him.

This is the big problem, otherwise, according to Taoist Ran Deng's temperament, it must be said that this baby is destined for him.

Guang Chengzi didn't dare to be negligent, and sacrificed the Fantian Seal, but although the twelve Dinghai beads were blocked, his Fantian Seal was also cracked.

Distressed simply.

"I've offended you, Senior Sister!" Daoist Ran Deng confessed his guilt, raised his hand to measure the sky, and greeted Ling Guang with everyone's magic weapon.

The divine lights of blue, yellow, red, white, and black flashed, and the immortals were astonished to find that the magic weapon that connected minds and minds had lost contact with themselves at this moment!

Don't be surprised why Ling Guang also knows the five-color light. Kong Xuan's mother is Ling Guang's younger sister, so it's not surprising that she knows this kind of magic power. Even Kong Xuan's five-color light magic power was taught by Ling Guang.

"You...Senior, what exactly is this?" The immortals asked in horror, they didn't dare to return the magic weapon, and they didn't have the magic weapon in their hands, so they lost their minds for a while.

Ling Guang snorted coldly, and with a flash of five-color divine light, he threw the magic weapons of the immortals on the ground.

"If you lose today, what else do you have to say?"

"I implore seniors to punish us. We are willing to take the punishment instead of Nezha. I just ask seniors to spare Nezha's life." Guang Chengzi pleaded like a defeated rooster.

Ling Guang was not very happy when he heard that Nezha was tortured instead, but when he heard "Let Nezha's life go", he chuckled: "When did I say that Nezha's life was going to be taken?"

"Ah? This..." Guang Chengzi was stunned: "Didn't senior want to kill Nezha to vent his anger on your niece?"

"I'm not that cruel." Ling Guang said with a slight smile, "I'll take Nezha back and spank him for ten days and a half months. After he and my niece calm down, he can be released. Don't worry, It will definitely not harm Nezha's life or his future of cultivation."

"This..." All the immortals looked at each other, "Thank you, senior, for not killing me."

"No problem." Ling Guang smiled slightly, and then took out twelve Dinghai beads: "I think this treasure is destined for you, junior brother, so I will give it to you." Haizhu was sent into the arms of Taoist Ran Deng.

"This..." Daoist Ran Deng was moved, and hurriedly bowed and saluted sincerely: "Thank you, Senior Sister, for your kindness, I will never forget Ran Deng!"

"No, study hard, don't disappoint senior brother Yuqing's good intentions." After Ling Guang finished speaking, he walked over and grabbed Nezha's belt with his hands. Nezha's short limbs were kicking wildly, and he called the old woman while struggling. Let me go, the immortals said they didn't see...

It's really timeless...

"Your apprentice is good at everything, and your talent is first-class." Ling Guang dangled Nezha in front of him, as if he was dangling a bag of pork: "It's just this temperament, and it still needs to be polished. If the nephew does not object , I will polish his temper for you, what do you think?"

Daoist Taiyi dared to object, and even secretly rejoiced in his heart—the bad guy Master Ling Guang could just do it, and he sang his own red face, which is not very good: "Naturally, I have no objection, of course I have no objection, Master Uncle can do whatever he wants. That's why!"

"So, I'm going back." After finishing speaking, Ling Guang glanced at Li Jing: "Tomorrow, someone from the Feng clan will come to compensate for the loss of Chentangguan, please entertain me."

"Yes, I will never neglect you!" Li Jing quickly bowed and saluted.

Amidst the complex expressions of the immortals, Ling Guang carried Nezha back to the Nanming Volcano.

Chapter 63 Whose Heitan Group Is This?

Ling Guang's temper is not bad, and he is not the kind of cruel-hearted person. Another one is to sell the face of Yuanshi Tianzun, so he didn't torture Nezha too much, and the punishment was not too cruel, but it was somewhat mentally polluted.

Nezha said it was quite miserable, and he returned home after being roasted by the fire for ten days.

When he got home, he shocked the housekeeper, Fu Bo.

"Who is this yam egg?" Forbe's voice was a bit frightened, and the pitch-black little carbon ball in front of him almost took him out of his wits.

"Uncle Fu, it's me, Nezha."

A familiar voice sounded, and Fu Bo asked uncertainly: "Are you the third son?"

"I said, Uncle Fu, you seem to be really old. You can't even see who I am? Otherwise, who do you think I am? Jin Zha? Or Mu Zha?" Nezha said unhappily that he still doesn't know his skin color Something went wrong.

Uncle Fu was startled, didn't the third son know that there was something wrong with his skin color?But he didn't want to remind Nezha, what if this little bastard took revenge on him?

"It's the old man who has bad eyesight, don't blame the third son, don't blame." Uncle Fu cupped his hands: "The old man is still cooking soup, so don't bother the third son."

"Go, let's go, I'll talk to my mother for a while." Nezha waved his hand to signal the old Uncle Fu to leave quickly.

Nezha called Niangniang and ran into Mrs. Yin's house.

Mrs. Yin looked at the little black whirlwind in front of her, and asked in amazement: "Who are you, little black charcoal ball? Why do you call me mother?"

Nezha suddenly became sad, very sad.It's just that Uncle Fu doesn't recognize who he is, it's only been ten days!ten days!I just left home for ten days!Why doesn't my mother know me anymore!

He cried out with a "wow", like a child who weighed more than 40 pounds.

Mrs. Yin was only able to confirm that this was her youngest son Nezha after hearing the voice. She put down the embroidery work in her hands, walked over to lovingly hug Nezha, and sat on the bed: "It's my son! I haven't seen you for ten days. How come you are so cute?" blacken?"

In fact, she was not very worried about what would happen to Nezha. After all, Twelve Golden Immortals and Daoist Randeng also guaranteed, saying that Nezha just made an apology in the past, and there would be no fear of life or flesh and blood. Madam trusted Nezha's uncles more, so she let go of her heart.

Let go, but not completely let go, until the moment Nezha appeared, she was completely relieved.