The Sheriff of Baifu County is a skinny little old man with a frail body who seems to fall ill if the wind blows.
But people should not be judged by their appearance. This little old man named Wang Shouren has reached the peak of the Five Tribulations.
At this moment, Wang Shouren's feet were hanging in the air, as if they were stepping on the air. It seems that his knowledge of space was already much higher than that of ordinary people.
His face was not gloomy at all like that of ordinary old men, but was as rosy as thin blood.
Facing the powerful and powerful His Highness Prince Yin who came to seek revenge, he did not show any panic on his face, nor did he curse or beg for mercy.
certainly.
If he hadn't been strangled by Zhao Wujiang at the moment, he must have been a little old man who didn't panic when things happened.
"Say." Zhao Wujiang slowly exerted force in his hand, and Wang Shouren's old cheeks became more and more rosy, so red that it seemed as if he was about to bleed.
Wang Shouren wanted to struggle, but his dangling feet couldn't use any strength, and his hands couldn't use any strength.
He was not surprised when things happened, but he was caught in the throat of fate before he could be surprised.
Now he doesn't say anything when something happens. His throat is being strangled and he can't say anything even if he wants to.
Every pinch makes no sound.
His bloodshot eyes widened. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't. He wanted King Yin to relax a little.
Moreover, King Yin did not ask, what exactly did he want him to say?
From King Yin breaking into the mansion to grabbing his neck, it only took seven or eight breaths, and he was also very confused.
But he had already conveyed the news. As long as he delayed for a while, other county guards would receive the news and come to rescue him, or send troops to surround King Yin and cut off the disaster tonight.
"It seems that you are all in the same boat and have chosen to remain silent." Seeing that the governor of Baifu County remained silent, Zhao Wujiang slowly shook his head:
"She still has some backbone..."
"Huh?" The more Wang Shouren listened, the more wrong he became. He wanted to explain, but it felt like every inch of skin and flesh in his body was being squeezed by something, as if something was about to be vented.
"boom!"
Zhao Wujiang used force in his hands, and Wang Shouren exploded into a bloody firework.
Wang Shouren couldn't figure it out until his death. Could King Yin be playing tricks on him? She asked him to speak, but didn't tell him what to say, and even pinched him so that he couldn't speak.
He will not understand that the current King Yin is not King Yin, but Zhao Wujiang.
It's not Zhao Wujiang, it's Zhao Wujiang who has taken away people and gods, it's Zhao Wujiang who is full of evil spirit, it's the King of Hell who declares his family and only wants to take their lives.
With a cultivation level at the peak of the Five Tribulations, Zhao Wujiang could suppress and obliterate him with just a raise of his hand.
He is no longer the Three-Calamity Venerable ten days ago, but the Six-Calamity Lord.
Ever since Mu Qianqian died and he took back part of his Supreme Bone and Heart, he has become the Six Tribulations Master.
And with nearly half of the Supreme Bones in his body, his body is a Dao Lotus body, and his soul is already extremely huge. He looks like a Six-Calamity Master, but in fact, he is not inferior to the Seven-Calamity Master among the three previous Tribulations.
This was also the reason why he was able to use Qinglian Sword Song to kill Chi Yangzi, the peak of the Eight Tribulations, with one sword, and it was the capital for his retrograde expedition.
As for dealing with just five calamities, it shouldn't be too simple for him.
The vertical marks between Zhao Wujiang's eyebrows became more and more obvious, the red was fading away, and the purple was deepening.
Like a gust of wind and snow sweeping through the world, his body suddenly dispersed and gathered everywhere in the Sheriff's Mansion. Wherever he passed, not a single body fell.
All the dead people's souls were destroyed and shattered into blood mist.
Not long after, at the governor's mansion, thick blood mist slowly floated toward the sky, and the entire mansion seemed to be shrouded in scarlet night mist.
There are no stars in the dark sky.
Zhao Wujiang politely closed the door of the mansion. He stood on the steps in front of the door, full of evil spirit, looking at the distant sky with a faint smile.
Countless breaths were approaching in the dark night, and they landed on the snow outside the Sheriff's Mansion and on the surrounding roofs.
The sound of clashing soldiers and armor broke through the wind and snow, and the roaring force approached Zhao Wujiang with deafening force, like a huge black wave.
The sound of the crossbow being loaded clicked, and countless sharp arrows were already aimed, ready to go.
On a tall building not far away, a man in white clothes ordered coldly:
"This savage man is lawless, disrupting the nine counties, harming the people, trapping and killing officials, he should be punished!
kill! "
The defenders holding spears rolled in like a black torrent, their roars and attacks instantly shattered the wind and snow in all directions.
"Whoosh whoosh..." Crossbow arrows were fired from all directions, and the attached spiritual power oppressed Zhao Wujiang's figure and escape space.
In the dark night, Zhao Wujiang's eyes were as dark as ink and profound. He faced the murderous armor and the rain of arrows in the sky, and stepped forward.
