Zhao Wujiang revealed the identity of the mastermind behind the six masked men in one sentence, and he was not a prophet of the future.
But after a little reasoning, the answer came out.
Dare to take action not far outside Kyoto, which proves that the people behind the scenes are quite powerful. Not only do they have powerful hands and eyes, they at least occupy a certain right time, place, and people.
There were many people who wanted to kill him, and the range of people who wanted to kill him for his disguised identity as Ji Bochang was reduced by a large circle.
There are just a few.
After thinking about it, Yang Bingen was the only one.
Yang Bingen's power is not small. As the Duke of the country, his fiefdom is adjacent to the imperial city of Kyoto. He wants to kill him and occupy certain people and geographical advantages.
Before he went to Wutong Prefecture, Yang Bingen didn't take action, which was reasonable.
Now that he has been away from Kyoto for some time, it is snowing heavily, and he is returning alone. This is a rare blessing for Yang Bingen.
As a member of the prince's lineage, Yang Bingen would never let go of this opportunity if he wanted to eliminate his powerful enemy for the prince.
Yang Bingen found a few unrelated people to kill him, but these people seemed to him to be inferior characters at first glance.
No matter how strong he is, he will never be that strong.
He is no longer the first to enter the realm of the venerable when he first came to the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty. He is now the venerable at the peak of the Six Tribulations.
The strength has long been different.
Is there no internet connection in Yang Bingen’s village? You should at least pay attention to his record when he goes to Yunzhou and Wutongzhou, right?
The man holding the knife said viciously and stammered:
"I...we, the six...six...juniors of Jade Wolf Mountain, will...want...to..."
"Cheke is making trouble." Zhao Wujiang sighed and said impatiently:
"Do it, hurry up."
"Horao...arrogance!" the masked man shouted angrily.
Zhao Wujiang didn't want to talk nonsense anymore, he raised his hand and threw out a few talismans, and the rolling wind and thunder enveloped the world in an instant.
He picked up a long sword made of wind and snow, stepped on the waves, and his body was like a flying dragon.
After four unremarkable stabs, six heads fell to the ground and rolled several times on the snow. Blood was stained everywhere on the snow.
The long sword of wind and snow dissipated in Zhao Wujiang's hand. He glanced coldly at a vast area of wind and snow diagonally behind him, and then walked towards the imperial city in a calm and calm manner.
After his figure disappeared for at least half a cup of tea, the wind and snow he had glanced at suddenly stopped, and two blurry figures appeared.
Yang Bingen was sweating profusely. He wiped the sweat from his red cheeks and forehead, feeling lingering fear.
Another figure sighed:
"King Yin is very strong, much stronger than he was ten days ago."
"How come this child's cultivation has progressed so fast? It's too shocking. How long has it been since the venerable master reached his current cultivation level? Huh?" Yang Bingen's eyebrows were filled with fear. King Yin didn't completely point it out just now, but King Yin already knew it was him.
This feud is getting bigger.
He had sent people to attack King Yin in the imperial city before, but now he failed again.
King Yin would never give up, just because of the evidence.
Fortunately, no direct evidence was caught by King Yin, and he was safe for the time being.
Under the current situation, it is even more impossible for him to back down and stop.
He must get rid of King Yin.
Otherwise, when King Yin ascends the throne, he will have no chance of winning.
Now at least he can rely on the prince to fight back.
He suddenly regretted not listening to the prince.
But all of this was just for the prince to sit in that high position and a little bit of selfishness.
"Da Shachun, you are really stupid." A joking laughter suddenly sounded behind Yang Bingen.
Yang Bingen's body was extremely stiff. He turned around with difficulty and saw the figure he least wanted to see again.
"Ji Bochang!" He shouted angrily, not only with anger, but also with horror and trembling.
Zhao Wujiang smiled evilly and playfully, his eyes were full of purple light, and a three-foot-long shadow appeared behind him.
The shadow opened its third eye between its brows and glanced at Yang Bingen and the masked man beside him.
"My lord, leave quickly!" the masked man shouted sternly. Before he could escort Yang Bingen away, his body turned into ashes and his body and soul were destroyed.
Yang Bingen was about to beg for mercy and say some soft words, but he noticed that the wind and snow were swirling around him, and he smelled a strong smell of blood.
At the moment before his consciousness dissipated, he saw clearly that he had been shattered into a bloody mist at a glance.
"Back to the horse, you don't understand such a simple trick. What are you waiting for when you show up? Are you waiting to die?" Zhao Wujiang shook his head:
"Idiot."
