Chapter 262 Mu Lin: Who Dares to Sue Me?

"Haha, it's not enough to beat my grandson and humiliate me. Now he sent people to beat him. That bastard, he doesn't take us seriously at all."

"Let's go! I want to see who gave him the courage to do this to us!"

After speaking with a sinister look, Bai Qiye of the coffin shop immediately led a group of people out of the secret room.

It was already dark at this time, but Ping'an Ancient Street was very lively.

In other words, night is the time when the Yin Eight Gates are active.

However, in the past, the bustle of Ping'an Ancient Street was just people coming and going, trading and discussing.

But now, this excitement is noisy and chaotic.

Two groups of people were fighting on Ping'an Ancient Street.

To be honest, when they first came out, the so-called Bai Qiye, Hu Sanye, Qianmian, Zombie King Wu and others didn't care about Mu Lin and the army of the Suppressing Demon Division.

Even if Wen Ting Mu Lin brought someone to fight, they didn't care.

The reason for this is that they know that although the Demon Suppressor is big and powerful, Jiuzhou Wanfang is even bigger. Therefore, there are actually not too many Demon Suppressors stationed in each town - they cannot support more. After all, the Suppressor can't support them. Magicians need money and salary.

In addition to being scarce in number, most towns and small towns have weak magicians.

Just like the real talents in the previous life gathered in big cities, the same is true in this world. Most of the people who are willing to stay in small towns are mediocre.

Their numbers are scarce and their strength is mediocre, which makes most of the demon-suppressing divisions have to unite with local nobles and wealthy families in order to control the stability of a place.

This situation is also the reason why Ping'an Ancient Street can become bigger and stronger and is not afraid of the Demon Suppression Division.

But, that was before.

"Um?!!"

Coming out of the secret room of the coffin shop, Master Bai Qi and Master Hu were shocked to find that their clerks and stewards were being killed by an army that looked like ghosts and gods.

This is not a description. The sergeant who charged on horseback on Ping'an Ancient Street was really terrifying.

Their faces were covered with ferocious ghost faces, and they were clad in dark iron armor, with gloomy black mist spreading around them. Wrapped in pitch-black iron armor, they looked like evil ghosts crawling out of hell. Just standing quietly gave people endless intimidation.

In addition to being well-equipped and terrifying in appearance, these dark forbidden troops also possess skilled combat skills and powerful strength.

At this moment, there are more than 800 black-armored forbidden troops, each of whom has a cultivation level above the spirit pond realm, and there are more than a dozen team captains at the spirit sea realm.

The captain of the 800-man team is also a military commander in the Evil Realm.

They obeyed orders and fought silently. They were silent but advancing rapidly, like the black god of death, and like a black wave, constantly surging forward, pushing everything in front of them sideways.

Facing such a forbidden army, both Zombie King Wu and Qian Mian frowned fiercely.

They were somewhat afraid of this armored imperial army.

‘Damn it, this army shouldn’t be here at all, it should be on the border! ’

'Furthermore, even on the frontier, this is an elite team of armored men! ’

Fearful thoughts were felt not only by the Zombie King Five, but also by Thousand Faces and others.

At this time, all the leaders in Ping'an Ancient Street were a little afraid of fighting 'Lin Qiu'.

However, Mu Lin is now knocking on the door. They don't want to refuse to fight just because they want to.

"stop!"

Therefore, in desperation, Master Bai Qi of the coffin shop still released his momentum and territory, and pressed towards Bei Weijun.

"boom!"

Bai Qiye's domain made the world dark, gloomy, and even more depressing.

It was as if Mu Lin and his 800-back Wei army were put into a coffin.

Such a strange field made 'Lin Qiu' raise his eyebrows.

"Quite interesting."

Interesting, this is what ‘Lin Qiu’ said.

And the feeling that this field brings to Mu Lin is nothing but interesting.

The next moment, as the Qi of the Eight Hundred Back Wei Army was connected, his whole body was shaken, and with a "boom", a majestic and majestic momentum, like a mountain, shattered and shattered Bai Qiye's domain.

After crushing the enemy's territory, Bei Weijun's territory did not fade, but continued to expand.

"Rumble..."

Soon, half of Ping'an Ancient Street was covered by Bei Weijun's territory.

After being overwhelmed by the domain, everyone in this domain felt as if a mountain was pressing down on them, making it difficult for them to breathe and making their bodies heavy.

Even mobilizing magical powers is extremely difficult.

Such a scene made Bai Qiye even more frightened.

"Military formation, this is actually an elite division with a military formation. Damn it, shouldn't such an army be fighting to the death on the border? Why did it come to us!"

Bai Qiye couldn't figure it out, and he wasn't the only one who couldn't think clearly. In the air, Ji Hongyu, who was watching the show in secret, also opened his mouth in shock.

"What the hell? Doesn't Mu Lin have family power? Where did this tiger and wolf master come from?"

"Are they from the Chu family and the Yan family?"

"But that's not right. The elites of the Chu family are the Shenmu guards, and the Yan family... they only have mercenaries. Such an army that enforces laws and prohibitions is simply not something they can cultivate!"

The more he looked, the more surprised Ji Hongyu looked.

As the legitimate daughter of the royal family, she understood the military, but it was precisely because of her understanding that she felt shocked.

Even, Ji Hongyu felt that the same number of soldiers with the same level of cultivation, whether it was the elite of the Chu family or the elite of the Yan family, would not be the opponent of the black armored imperial guards in front of them.

Even Ji Hongyu had little confidence that the imperial guards of her own palace could match this ferocious tiger and wolf army.

But because of this, she was really confused.

"Where did this come from?!!"

Ji Hongyu was going crazy, and at the same time, seeing that Mu Lin could summon such an invincible iron army, her evaluation of Mu Lin could not help but rise again.

She even thought of something strangely.

"Wait, I remember that the commander-in-chief was not optimistic about Mu Lin, thinking that he had practiced Taoism for too short a time and could not compete with the Demon Sect, the Eight Yin Sects, and the demon monks, and could not seize the inheritance of the Tomb Lord."

"But with the help of this imperial army, can Mu Lin really not win?"

Even if it was Mu Lin alone, even she felt that Mu Lin could not seize the inheritance of the Tomb Lord. The difference between practicing Taoism for a few months and practicing Taoism for a few years is indeed unimaginable.

But with these eight hundred fierce imperial soldiers, everything is different.

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As the domain of the black armor imperial army dominated everything, everyone was shocked, and Mu Lin...he was somewhat obsessed and delighted with the strength of his Beiwei Army.

"City God, he is really powerful within his own domain!"

Yes, Mu Lin knew very well that the reason why he could have such power was not entirely due to himself, but also the position of the City God.

Without the blessing of the inner veins and human luck in the Chenghuang domain, even if Mu Lin tried his best, he could only summon 100 Beiwei soldiers.

Moreover, these more than 100 Beiwei soldiers would consume most of Mu Lin's magic power, making him unable to cast other spells.

The power of the military formation is closely related to the number of people. Naturally, 100 Beiwei soldiers cannot match 800 Beiwei soldiers.

"Compared with the immortal way, the divine way is bound, but it is not without any advantages."

When Mu Lin was obsessed, the Beiwei soldiers covered with evil ghosts and armored bodies were still advancing like mountains and tides.

Wherever the Beiwei army formation pointed, everything was pushed horizontally and turned into nothingness.

This scene made Bai Qiye and others' faces twisted, and triggered their own backhands.

It must be said that this Yin Bamen has occupied Ping'an Ancient Street for so long, and there are still some ways.

As these old guys activated their backhands, zombies crawled out from the ground.

There were also thousands of ghosts and evil spirits circling in the air.

In addition, some strange magic weapons were also activated by them to fight against Mu Lin's Beiwei Army.

Just like Bai Qiye's coffin, this magic weapon actually raised his domain strength to a level, which could fight against the Beiwei Army.

The army array confronted, surrounded by thousands of zombies and evil spirits. After doing all this, Bai Qiye and his men breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, the leader in the shroud said fiercely to Mu Lin: "Lin Qiu, Commander Lin, you really want to fight to the death for us Ping'an Ancient Street!"

This made Mu Lin laugh indifferently.

"You think too highly of yourself. If we fight, the fish will die, but the net will not break."

"Haha."

Mu Lin's words also made Bai Qiye laugh, and laughed in anger.

"You really look down on us!"

Speaking of this, Bai Qiye's expression suddenly became ferocious:

"Lin Qiu, I admit that you are very strong, but do you really think you can fight against our entire Ping'an Ancient Street and all of us by yourself?"

While speaking, Bai Qiye, Zombie Wang Wu and others all stepped forward.

Seeing this, Mu Lin was not afraid, but smiled and said: "Do you dare to do it?"

"Why not?"

Halfway through, Bai Qiye thought of something and snorted coldly: "Just now, Deputy Marshal Ji did say that we old guys are not allowed to do it in the inheritance of the Tomb Lord, but in the current battle, we are not fighting for the inheritance of the Tomb Lord, you are bullying my Ping'an Ancient Street..."

"No, this is fighting for the inheritance of the Tomb Lord."

"I said, he is not, there is no son in our family to participate in this assessment..."

"Yes, there is no one in our family..."

Faced with Mu Lin's statement, someone stood up and wanted to reason with Mu Lin.

However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mu Lin.

"Your opinions are not important. If our Demon Suppression Division says it is, then he is, and he has to be one even if he is not!"

At this point, Mu Lin smiled and spread his hands and said, "Of course, you can object, you can go to the government, or appeal to our Demon Suppression Division. I promise that when you enter the Demon Suppression Division, my superiors and elders will give you a fair and just trial."

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These words made everyone in Ping'an Ancient Street silent.