This immediately gave the young general a headache, and he realized for the first time that he used to be really annoying.
I realized how great it is to have a boss; when the boss isn't around, I have to handle things all by myself.
"Alright, alright, gentlemen, stop arguing and listen to what I have to say!"
"We really don't dare to do things that the boss forbids, so nobody can go up there. There's no need to argue!"
"Hurry up and think of another way, Quantum and the others are about to lose to Little Blackie!"
The young general's words immediately dampened the old men's enthusiasm, and they scattered in a panic.
"What are you talking to us about if you can't get up there!"
The young general felt helpless watching the old men leave in groups of three or two and enter into casual conversation.
"Brothers, don't go! Come back and let's discuss this again!"
"If all else fails, how about this: you've killed so many people, you have so many bones, how about giving all the bones to the little grasshopper?"
The old men stopped when they heard this: "Giving it to him is fine, but I'm afraid he won't be able to eat it."
"Don't blame us if you die from overeating!"
As they spoke, the killing gods waved their hands lightly, and mountains of bones appeared above the heads of Zhao Youliang's gang.
To become a renowned general throughout history, one must be incredibly "mischievous"—and to emphasize, "mischievous" here is not a derogatory term.
An honest, unassuming person who follows the rules will never become a famous general.
The sight of more than a dozen suddenly appearing bone mountains startled Zhao Youliang's gang.
He quickly stopped arguing with the Black Jesus and retreated to the side, cautiously on guard.
The Black Jesus was the same, staring intently and on guard at the mountain of bones.
As powerful as he was, he could certainly sense the hostility from Bone Mountain.
Just as expected, in the blink of an eye, the Bone Mountain hurtled towards Black Jesus, like a missile equipped with a tracking device.
It was the kind of predictable attack that blocked all of Black Jesus's escape routes.
Amidst a deafening roar and billowing dust, Black Jesus was engulfed by a massive mountain of bones, much to the astonishment of Zhao Youliang's gang.
"Holy crap, the foreign devil got crushed to death?" Grasshopper Knife said as he cautiously stepped forward to check.
Just then, Black Jesus roared and with a loud bang, the mountain of bones was blown away.
Although he was smashed and coughed up blood, he didn't die.
Or rather, he's still far from death.
The old men of the underworld, seeing this, were not alarmed but delighted, and they all laughed and said, "Great! Let's do it again!"
Then the bone mountain flew up and once again aimed at the bewildered and furious Black Jesus.
Upon seeing this, the young general was seized by a playful impulse and immediately forgot his teacher's instructions.
Thinking to himself, if Brother Chang's mountain of corpses were here, he would definitely be able to smash Little Blackie into poop in one go!
The moment he had this thought, he was on the small island in the Crimson Sea.
The ethereal stone sculpture of the Northern Blood Dragon moved its eyes, glanced at the unresponsive gentleman, and a mountain of corpses rose behind it.
The mountain of corpses rose into the air and reappeared in front of the young general.
At this moment, the statue of the gentleman also opened its eyes and spoke helplessly.
"Brother Chang..."
The head of the Chang family smiled apologetically and said, "I, Chang, have been presumptuous. Please punish me, sir."
When had the master ever punished his own people? After a moment's thought, he lightly flicked his sleeve, and countless bones immediately flew out of the sea of blood, all merging into the mountain of corpses that Chang Huaiyuan had thrown out.
As a result, the already boundless mountain of corpses grew even higher and larger.
The head of the Chang family smiled, the gentleman smiled, and they both closed their eyes as if nothing had happened.
A moment later, Xiao Wuxin opened his eyes, glanced around and found that no one was paying attention to him, so he took off the skeleton mask that was hanging there and threw it into the air.
Then, embarrassed, he stuck out his tongue and said, "Namo Amitabha Buddha."
This scene on the island could be kept secret from others, but it couldn't be kept secret from the group of golden men in the ancestral land of the Supreme Being.
(These giant golden figures are all descendants of Xuanyuan, a famous figure in mythology.)
(However, he was confined by Xuanyuan and could not leave the ancestral land of the Supreme Being.)
One of the large, fat golden figures blurted out, "Oh, Ancestor, did you see that? Little Nine is 'raising the stakes'!"
"If he can raise the stakes, we can too, right?!"
Receiving no response, the large, fat golden statue looked at Xuanyuan in astonishment: "Ancestor? Ancestor, are you asleep?!"
Seeing his ancestor lying drunk on the table, the golden man's eyes lit up and he decided to take action.
He pulled a gleaming golden watermelon knife from his crotch and threw it forcefully down to the lower realm.
At the same time, his voice rang in Liao Zhiyuan's ears: "Little guy, take this old ancestor's sword and kill that barbarian!"
"Chop off his big head!!"
"Don't be a coward, go for it!"
After the giant fat golden statue, other giant golden statues with nothing better to do followed suit.
They didn't care whether things were useful or not; they just threw all sorts of things down there.
Some of the money was given to Zhao Youliang's gang, but most of it was simply for the purpose of discrediting Jesus.
When the Jin people had nothing left to throw away, and had smashed everything they could see, even their own shoes, their ancestor finally sobered up.
The ancestor had to wake up because he was worried that the giant golden statue that had hit him would pick him up and throw him down as well.
"Oh dear, what's wrong?"
"Grandpa, I only slept for a little while, how come all our things are gone?"
"A thief broke in?"
"Hey Zhuanxu, you've been smart since you were little, what do you think about this?"
Emperor Zhuanxu glanced helplessly at his ancestor without saying a word, let alone uttering anything like "I'll just stand here and watch" that would invite a beating.
In the lower realm, Zhao Youliang's gang was dumbfounded.
First, an indescribable mountain of corpses fell from the sky, smashing the Black Jesus to the ground with a loud thud.
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