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Wang Zhenling was satisfied, this was enough for his own cultivation!

Whoever dares to meddle in this Linggu County is my enemy. It will not be tolerated!

"There is no Chenghuang in this Linggu County, and I don't know if it has never been or has been destroyed.

But the absence of the City God is actually a good thing for me!"

For Wang Zhenling, there is no need for a city god.

If this is not the case, then in fact, this Feng County Order is a very good object!

Thinking about it, I'm afraid that this idea will be thrown out.

For Wang Zhenling, this city god is just a constraint and does not help much.

So, I still dismissed this idea.

This Feng County order is good, and you can think of other ways to repay it in the future.

But this city god is spared!

A huge crisis has been resolved without the vast majority of people knowing anything.

Recalling the beginning, when Wang Zhenling was in Xia and the county was the county order. At that time, when he encountered a group of ghosts, he could only mobilize all the people to fight against the water, using the masculinity and blood of many people, so that he could barely win the battle.

In comparison, it can be seen how much progress Wang Zhenling has made in the past year!

At this time, the night was dark, and most of the people were asleep, not knowing what was happening.

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The mountain is steep, the forest is verdant, evergreen in all seasons, the peaks are ringing, like a barrier, and there are clouds, like a fire, so it was called the mountain by the ancients.

In the depths of the Burning Mountain, between the glow of red fire, ancient palaces loomed.

However, I saw that these palaces occupy a huge area, relying on the mountain to build, layer upon layer, and magnificent.

In the depths of the hall where the highest eaves fly, there was a faint sound of silk and bamboo.

You can see the show girls in the world, the beauties transformed by the mountain spirits and wild monsters, all dressed up and dancing in the main hall.

Under the porch on both sides, there are kneeling guests, and the style is very different.

There are animal skin robes and wholesale tattoos.

And some of them have a high crown and a broad belt, and they have the divine light that comes from reading and reasoning.

Some of them look like Taoists, with swords in their backs, and their bodies are faint.

Each of these is different!

But one thing is certain, that is, there are absolutely no ordinary people who can enter this hall to feast and drink.

It's not a ghost, it's a master!

Among them, there is a person who looks like a military general wearing black armor, if Wang Zhenling is there, he will recognize it, this is the ghost general who has a heart higher than the sky and wants to seize the position of the god of the Burning Mountain.

And now, he is just one of the dozens of guests in the main hall, and the seat is not high, and it can even be said that his status can be regarded as middle and lower among so many people.

I can see that I look unhappy, just bow my head and pour one glass after another.

Only on the first seat, there is a great god, wearing a black robe, which seems to be very ordinary at first glance, like an official in the world.

However, if you want to take a closer look, you will find that you can't see the details of this great god clearly, and you can't even see the real face!

And this one, who can sit on the top seat in this hall, needless to say, is the master of this Burning Mountain, the Burning Mountain King.

At this moment, a copper bell hanging high in the hall suddenly made a clear sound, which immediately alarmed all the guests, and they put down their wine glasses and looked at them solemnly.

The Burning Mountain Monarch closed his eyes slightly, and the divine light on his body surged, and only at this time could he see the extraordinaryness of this Divine Monarch!

I saw him waving his big sleeves, stretching out his hand as if he was gesturing something in the void, and calling out "Come back......"

The void shook continuously, and all the ghosts and gods present were shocked by this powerful power.

However, the Burning Mountain King came back three times in a row, but nothing happened.

After a while, the Lieshan Jun opened his eyes and smiled casually, "It's okay, but something went wrong with a token and it fell into the hands of an official."

It's not a big deal, you continue to drink, and if you don't get drunk today, you won't return!"

Such a graceful bearing is completely different from the ordinary ghosts and gods that Wang Zhenling has seen, roaring at every turn!

A big man in animal skin suddenly slapped the wine glass on the case, and shouted, "Who?

"That man is just relying on the luck of a county, and Hugh Tuo doesn't need to be angry. In a few days, I'll send someone to get the Tiger card back!" Lieshanjun said lightly.

The big man roared even more: "Today, the imperial court has collapsed, and the humanitarian law network has collapsed. At this time, who else has the audacity to use the official legal net to imprison the token of the Divine Monarch? Let me go and tear this person apart!"

Nalie Mountain Jun pondered for a moment, and said with a smile, "It's okay for you to go, this matter happens to be related to you witches."

That person was the county magistrate of Linggu County, Lingfu County, Lingzhou, and his name was Wang Zhenling.

You don't need to kill him in the past, just teach him a lesson, just get something back.

After all, now, I still have to leave some face for the court!

Also, remember to help me bring back that frog pattern spirit drum!"

The beast-skinned man known as Hutuo began to smile fiercely, but when he heard the four big characters of the frog pattern spirit drum, he was suddenly shocked, and shouted in a lost voice, "The frog pattern spirit drum, that is the sacred object of the Wuluo Department, is it also in Linggu County?"

"That's right, it was originally collected by the Bai family and prepared to be enshrined in this Shenjun, but since the three Bai Li Xiong families have been raided and wiped out, I think that the spirit drum has fallen into the hands of Wang Zhenling. Go get this drum!"

In fact, what the three Bai Li Xiong families enshrined to Lieshan Jun was by no means just such a little thing, but other things were too unimportant compared to this frog pattern spirit drum!

The Wu Barbarian Ancestor Spirit responded, his face sank like water, and he strode outside.

Several other ancestor spirits of the witch barbarians followed one after another.

"Also, remember to take back the frog pattern spirit drum!"

Seeing that those witch barbarian ancestor spirits were about to step out of the main hall, the Burning Mountain Monarch seemed to remember something and added.

"Shenjun don't worry, he doesn't dare not give it!" Hugh Tuo laughed and walked out quickly.

Only the ghost general who was originally drinking alcohol was in his eyes, but his eyes lit up, and he said in his heart, "Wang Zhenling, this name seems familiar?"

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And just when that Lieshan Jun was about to send someone to retrieve his token, he didn't know that at this time, Wang Zhenling was also facing his token.

This is a quiet room, which is specially packed out for Wang Zhenling's cultivation, in a very quiet small courtyard.

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