The red color in the sky came and went as quickly as it came. Just after the Green Ghost King left, the executor actually withdrew the flaming sword with his backhand and severed the red dragon connecting it to the sky.
Then, the executor came to the old immortal and raised his finger. The blood on the latter's body dissipated without a trace in an instant, and he fell to the ground with a bang.
The old immortal couldn't believe what was happening in front of him, and said with a panicked face: "Why can't the old immortal feel any blood anymore? You...what did you do to me?"
The executor cupped his hands and said: "If you continue, I'm afraid you will hurt yourself, so I can only take action to seal your strength. My friend, please be patient."
"How can you communicate normally with people?" The old immortal said this just because he was panicked. He had no intention of getting any reply from this person. At this time, he was a little unresponsive when he heard the words, "You...you want to do it?" What? Let me tell you, don’t think that the old immortal will be afraid of you!"
The executor shook his head: "Don't worry, I have no ill intentions."
"No malice?" The old immortal was so angry that he almost vomited blood when he heard this. He thought that if he hadn't reacted so quickly just now, the big knife would have fallen on his forehead. Hongyun suppressed her, how could this person have the nerve to say it? What a good person with no malice!
"The old immortal doesn't believe your nonsense!" The old immortal frowned when he heard this and pointed to the distance. "If you really mean no harm, let him go quickly!"
The executor was startled when he heard this, and hurriedly quickened his pace and came to the black-armored soldiers. He shouted in a deep voice: "What are you doing standing there in a daze! Let him go quickly!"
Although several black-armored soldiers didn't know what was happening, they still followed the order and lifted the light mask.
"You two...please come with me!" The executor nodded expressionlessly to Wu Fan and Feng Pocket, who looked confused, and then the group walked towards the Vientiane Market.
"Red-skinned iron bump! Where's me? Where's me?" Seeing that no one was paying attention to him anymore, the old immortal could only curse inwardly and pat his butt, stood up and chased after him.
"Old Immortal! Don't forget me! Don't forget me!" The colorful opera ghost also had a depressed look on his face and shouted in the direction where the old Immortal was leaving...
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"Huh? Why did this dark prison disappear before it even came? Could it be that I was dazzled by staring at it for too long?" Among the crowd of onlookers, the old man with a long neck looked puzzled when he saw the red sky disappear into thin air.
"It's not that you are dazzled, but that this dark prison has really been dispersed by the executioner!" The man with eyebrows said solemnly.
"How is this possible?" The long-necked old man frowned and curled up his neck: "Old ghost, I have been in Wanxiang Market for many years, and I have never heard that the executioner will suspend the punishment!"
"I know what you're saying..." Lian Xingmei's man bit his lip, "So this matter is really confusing..."
"Do you think it was the Green Ghost King who said something to the executor that made him change his attitude?" The long-necked old man continued to ask, "After all, the relationship between the Green Ghost King and the Wanxiang Market is quite deep!"
The man with eyebrows shook his head: "This executor is special. Although he is the executor of the Vientiane Market, he does not belong to the Vientiane Market, so he will never have any scruples and show mercy when executing! Not to mention the Green Ghost King, Even if the person in charge of Vientiane Market makes a mistake, he will be punished accordingly!"
"That…"
"Ouch! The executor is here! Hurry...go!" Just when the long-necked old man wanted to ask something else, the crowd of onlookers nearby suddenly became noisy.
The Green Ghost King passed by just now, and they just didn't dare to say anything. But when they saw the executor approaching, these guys actually dispersed like they were hiding from the god of plague! They all know that the Green Ghost King will take action here even if he has the privilege, but once he is targeted by the executioner, the consequences will be disastrous.
"Old ghost, since there is nothing lively to see here, why not go back and wait for the Vientiane Market to open..." Even the beloved man didn't want to stay here, so he greeted the long-necked old man and went back the way he came...
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"I said Red Iron Pump, where are you taking us?"
The old immortal first trapped the stone and then broke through the iron rod. Although he was briefly possessed in the middle, he was beaten by the opera ghost again. There are really no good memories left. Now that he was free again, he looked around very restlessly.
Although several black-armored soldiers were dazed by the old immortal who was half a length taller than them, they didn't say anything when they saw the executor. They couldn't say much and could only endure it silently.
"It's almost here." The executor was calm at this time, and he was not annoyed even though the old immortal screamed with red iron bumps on his left and right.
Sure enough, not long after the executor finished speaking, several people arrived in front of a mansion.
"Please!" The executor nodded slightly to Wu Fan and said respectfully.
The attitude of the man in front of him towards him was completely different from the previous one, which naturally made Wu Fan very puzzled. But seeing that there was no malice in this person's eyes, Wu Fan could only calm down and wanted to see what this person's plans were.
"Wait a minute!" When the old immortal saw Wu Fan taking steps, he hurriedly shouted and stepped over, "You are really big-hearted! Aren't you afraid of any traps in this room? Let the old immortal come and find out what's going on. !”
But just as the old immortal stepped in front of Wu Fan, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck and saw the executor looking over coldly.
"Ahem...Old immortal! Don't judge a gentleman with a villain's heart! If the executor wanted to deal with the class leader, how could he use such a trick?" The opera ghost behind realized that the atmosphere was not right and hurriedly said.
"Nonsense! Of course the old immortal knows this better than you! I was just joking!" As he said that, the old immortal hurriedly retreated. When he used his blood energy before, he was no match for this executor. Now that his blood energy has disappeared, he is afraid that he will have no other use besides being strong enough to withstand more beatings, so he decided not to cause trouble to Wu Fan.
When Wu Fan entered the room, the executor followed suit. Just when Lao Xiangang lowered his body and leaned his head to follow in, he saw the executor waved his hand and closed the door directly.
Although the executor seemed careless, he was actually extremely powerful. The old immortal felt like he was slapped in the face by a huge force, and he flew backwards with his body arched.
The black-armored soldiers were originally serious, but they couldn't help but laugh when they saw such a scene. The old immortal didn't know what Wu Fan was like, so he didn't dare to offend these guys in front of him, so he could only vent his grievances on the actors and pester them endlessly. .
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"Master Executor, why are you looking for me...?"
Since entering the room, the executor has not spoken a word, only frowning and occasionally peeking at himself. Later, Wu Fan couldn't bear it anymore and asked.
The executor didn't say anything, he just raised his finger slightly, and then unexpectedly flicked it towards Wu Fan's face!
Wu Fan did not expect that the executor would suddenly take action, and of course he did not take any precautions. When he saw this red light, Wu Fan's eyes suddenly turned white and frosty. He subconsciously raised his hand, picked up the sword and pointed at the red light!
Logically speaking, Wu Fan didn't have any strength at this time. But strangely, the moment this red light touched Wu Fan's fingertips, a pale halo of light lit up in the air! The halo flashed away, as if nothing had happened, but the red light that shot towards Wu Fan disappeared strangely.
Seeing this situation, a feeling of embarrassment suddenly appeared on the executor's face. He hurriedly took off his helmet and hugged it to his side, then knelt down on one knee with a bang: "Bao Guo is blind and blind. He didn't recognize King Taiyin and almost caused trouble. Bao Bao deserves to be punished by King Taiyin!"
The white light just frightened Wu Fan. He always felt that this feeling was familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
Wu Fan was startled by the executioner's sudden move. He hurriedly looked behind him, but he could see no one in the room except himself and the executioner.
"King Taiyin, where is King Taiyin?" Wu Fan asked cautiously.
"Bao Luo is aware of his mistake. Please stop teasing Bao Luo..." The executor's red armor was shining brightly. It was really hard to tell whether his complexion was like this?
When Wu Fan saw that the self-proclaimed executor's eyes were always on his feet, and he didn't even dare to raise his head, he also noticed something: "Master executor, you have recognized the wrong person...I am not the Taiyin King..."
Although Wu Fan is in the Gongdian, he still has some understanding of the matters in the Sixth Hall. For example, he knew that the master of the Xing Hall was the Red Ghost King, the Hu Hall Master was the Red Dragon King, the Li Hall Master was the Green Ghost King he had just met, the Soldier Hall Master was the Ben Lei King, and the Gong Hall Master was the Yi. Mountain King...and the master of the Li Palace is the Taiyin King in this person's mouth!
Those who can occupy the position of palace master are powerful people, Wu Fan has never even thought about climbing high, let alone pretending.
"Master Executor, you must have recognized the wrong person. I am really not the Taiyin King you said... so you'd better get up quickly..." Wu Fan said awkwardly.
"Since the Taiyin King is still blaming Bao Luo, Bao Luo will keep kneeling here until your anger subsides!" The executor's face darkened and he said in a deep voice.
"I..." Wu Fan was speechless, thinking that the executor was really stubborn. If others saw this situation, he didn't know what they would think.
"That executor..."
"Lord Taiyin King, just call me by my name!" the executor interrupted hastily.
"Uh..." Wu Fan muttered in his mind, thinking that the executor is called Baoluo, and this place is called Wanxiang Market. Don't they combined mean Wanxiang? This guy's name is really weird...it's so well-matched...
"Um... Bao Luo..." Wu Fan felt awkward no matter what he said, but in order to solve the embarrassment in front of him, he still said bravely: "Bao Luo, can you get up and talk?"
"If King Taiyin doesn't forgive Bao Bao, Bao Bao won't get up!" the executor said firmly.
Wu Fan had a headache and cursed a few words in his mind for being stubborn, and then he said, "Bao Luo, it's really inconvenient for you to communicate like this. I think it's better for us to stand up and talk if we have something to say!"
"As ordered!" The executor stood up with a loud sound.
"Bao Luo, you said... I am the Taiyin King?" Seeing the executor nodding repeatedly, Wu Fan continued to ask: "Then can you tell me, why do you think I will be the Taiyin King?"
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