: Entering a critical situation

Chaos took the goose-feather snowflakes in his hands. The snowflakes were not white but bright red. The cold red blood melted in his palm, and in the blink of an eye there was a small pool of blood.

"What is your current level of cultivation?" he asked.

"Grand Master" Zhao Wujiang took off the bamboo strips on the horse's head and smiled lightly.

Chaotic eyes flickered, silver hair swaying in the wind and snow:

"From ancient times to the present, I have never seen any great master as powerful as you. Even though I have reached the eighth level, I can still feel the pressure."

"The end of the art. I am the wind and snow, and I am all things."

Zhao Wujiang walked towards the strong man who fell to the ground step by step. He knelt down and reached out to comfort the crying strong man, but the strong man's whole body was shaking more and more, and he did not dare to hide. He could only beg with his eyes.

"The End of the Technique. Have you fully understood the power of the Human Emperor?" Chaos murmured, his thick eyebrows frowning deeply.

"Tell me what happened to the puppet that attacked me." Zhao Wujiang spoke warmly, his voice was clean and magnetic, and it was easy to make people feel good about him. However, the heart of the strong man was filled with fear, and his teammates just turned into blood.

The scene was still clearly visible in his mind. He lost his mind and his lips trembled:

"They are from the Li family. He and the Wu family."

Zhao Wujiang was not surprised at all by this. The clan has been cultivating itself over the years, and strong men in the clan have sprung up in recent years. At least half of the eleven people who came through the wind and snow just now have climbed to the divine level.

Although the strong men are all low-level, they are already the ceiling of walking in the world.

The clan must have had some encounters and new plans over the years, especially when Zhao Wujiang's own cultivation level has been declining and his life essence has been disappearing. No one would believe that the clan does not covet anything.

"How is the puppet controlled?"

Zhao Wujiang asked the key question. Although these puppets were not strong for him, once they could be mass-produced, they would not be able to be resisted by ordinary armies.

"I don't know, I really don't know this. This is a core secret, and it's not something I can understand at all," the strong man replied hurriedly.

Beside him, the wind and snow condensed into a snow-white incense candle, and then the incense candle was lit, igniting a ball of orchid flame.

Zhao Wujiang said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, this incense can burn thirty times, you can just answer the number of thirty."

The strong man yelled "no no" in fear, but Zhao Wujiang had already started counting: "one or two."

"five,,,"

"No, wait a minute!" the strong man yelled, he didn't know at all, and Zhao Wujiang's "two" passed directly to "five", how could he count like this?

"Eleven seventeen" Zhao Wujiang said expressionlessly.

"No! No, Mr. Zhao, I really don't know, I really don't know." The strong man cried miserably.

"Twenty. Twenty-five."

The strong man became more and more panicked, and the pictures in his mind kept flashing. He suddenly thought of something and shouted quickly: "I know, I know, it's Lingnan!"

"Twenty-six and twenty-seven."

"It's something from Lingnan! They attach great importance to a batch of goods from Lingnan, and they deliver them in large quantities every time. They are also personally escorted by strong men who have reached the divine level. But... I really don't know what it is, Mr. Zhao.

!”

The strong man said a long string of words in one breath, fearing that he would follow in the footsteps of the other ten teammates and be turned into snow in a strange way.

"Okay, I won't kill you." Zhao Wujiang stood up, understanding that this strong man really didn't know who was controlling the puppet, and it was useless no matter how much he forced him. He thought in his mind that he wanted to give Lingnan's things to him

The findings match.

This substance can infect the lungs, smoothen the qi and blood, and bring luck to menstruation even after death. What exactly is it? Is there such a medicinal material in the world?

He got on his horse, and Chaos walked towards the strong man. The strong man's grateful expression suddenly solidified. Zhao Wujiang had promised not to kill him. What happened to Chaos?

Chaos looked down at the muscular man and asked lightly:

"What good things have you done in your life?"

The strong man's face was full of doubts, but he still thought about the good things he had done. As he thought about it, he found that it seemed that there were not.

When he was about to make up a lie, Chaos looked cold and said:

"I gave you a chance. It's a pity."

The strong man's pupils opened angrily, and he was about to explain when he heard a dull "bang" sound, as if there was a noise coming from his body. The next moment, the joints in his body seemed to be crushed into mustard powder by a human being. He wanted to cry.

, but the pain overwhelmed him and blocked his mouth, leaving only a whimper.

After two breaths, he was no longer breathing.

Chaos breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he felt a lot more comfortable. Zhao Wujiang had just killed ten people, but he had not succeeded. This last person was finally killed by him.

"It's a cruel attack." Zhao Wujiang patted the horse's head, and the horse continued to move towards Taiyuan, pacing its hooves.

Chaos rolled his eyes at Zhao Wujiang. Zhao Wujiang's weird skills of turning people into snowflakes were infinitely more powerful than his own. He curled his lips and said:

"If he doesn't do any good deeds, he will die unjustly."

Chang'an, Wannian County, west of Chang'an City, Xiaoyao Prince's Mansion in Xingyifang.

Li Youfu let out a shrill roar, and the expressions of the guests present suddenly changed, and panic spread throughout the hall.

Zhao Xiaoyin staggered back. He was usually protected by his father and mother. No one dared to touch him, and no one could hurt him. But now, he was in Xiaoyao Palace, and his father Zhao Wujiang also left Chang'an this morning.

Well, my mother is still in the imperial city and doesn’t know what’s going on here.

Li Youliu's loud roar nearly penetrated his mind. The look of panic seemed to be transmitted to his young face. He reached back and grabbed the eunuch in orange, and then quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

But just as he relaxed, Li Youliu pounced on him, as if to protect him.

He heard panicked sounds coming from the main hall, and the guests couldn't help but rush outside the hall. The crowd was noisy, and then he noticed that the beams above the main hall had begun to drip dark, viscous liquid at some point.

The liquid was about to drip onto his body. Li Youliu rushed over to block the liquid for him. Then Li Youliu's eyes showed a mixture of fear, regret and relief, and he spoke slowly: "Your Highness, Prince Yin, don't blame the prince.

He’s in a cage too!”

Before Li Youliu finished speaking, the black liquid on his body ignited instantly, and raging flames immediately swept through his body. His face was full of sadness, and he pushed Zhao Xiaoyin away: "Your Highness, run."

In the next moment, the fire snake devoured his whole body and burned him into a burning man. His figure kept twisting and turning in a strange and cruel way.

Not only him, but the entire hall, wherever the black liquid passed, there were also pools of flames flowing. Many guests were also ignited into blazing fire. The shrill sound resounded through the hall, creating an abnormal commotion.

Zhao Xiaoyin's lips trembled. No matter how precocious he was, he was still just a child. He was pushed away by Li Youliu and stumbled to the ground. Li Youliu's miserable and twisted body flashed in his eyes. He wanted to get up and run away, but

My feet felt like they were rooted to the ground and I couldn't lift them up at all.

"Orange clothes." Zhao Xiaoyin shouted. He stiffly turned his head to the side, wanting to call for help, but he saw that the eunuch in orange clothes was already half-kneeling behind him, lifeless. There was a pool of deeper infection in the corresponding part of the chest behind him.

red.

In front of the eunuch in orange, a thin figure stood upright, looking at him coldly.

Zhao Xiaoyin's voice was hoarse. The shock caused by the identity of the person in front of him eliminated his fear, and the confusion on his face became thick:

"Why. Why you."
Chapter completed!