Maojiang County is the territory of Mrs. Furong, and Mrs. Furong is the old lover of the Red Emperor.

Unless Wang Zhenling is crazy, he will develop towards Maojiang County.

And this Yinglou County has nine ghost sects.

To put it mildly, then Yinglou County can't go, Maojiang County can't go, where else can he Wang Zhenling go?

Is this Lingzhou still not his territory?

In fact, Yinglou County is poor and full of miasma, and Wang Zhenling doesn't look down on it.

But on the territory of Lingzhou, there is such a Nine Shadows Sect, which makes Wang Zhenling very unhappy.

Especially last time, the guys of the Nine Shadows Sect actually made a threat to the government, which made Wang Zhenling even more unhappy.

In Lingzhou, he is the government!

Wang Zhenling has long regarded Lingzhou as his own territory.

"Since the guys of the Nine Shadows Sect dare to beg for food on my territory, they still dare to threaten me, this matter is unbearable!"

To be honest, Wang Zhenling even packed up two of Lieshan Jun's clones.

Even the Lingshui Monarch's cave mansion has been seized!

How could they be afraid of a mere Nine Shadows Sect?

Wang Zhenling, a powerful local force, is not afraid, let alone these traversers from outside!

This reminded Wang Zhenling of the death of that Zhenyunzi at the beginning, and couldn't help muttering: "The biggest problem of the traverser is that he thinks too highly of himself and looks down on the natives!"

If that Zhenyunzi had lowered his means a little back then, just crossed over, and was in awe of the strange world, he would not have died so easily!

This Nine Shadows Sect seems to have learned a lesson, and has a little awe of the government.

But I still don't know the positioning, and I don't know what the government really has!

Especially I can't figure out the power of the government led by my Wang Zhenling!"

Saying this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said, "Since this is the case, then I want you to see the true power of this official mansion!"

But at this time, the county guard Liangfu dragged his weak body that had recovered from a serious illness and came to see Shangguan, and he was very grateful to Wang Zhenling for saving his life.

Wang Zhenling chuckled lightly and said, "Don't be happy too early, I hope you won't scold me in two or three days!"

That Liang Fu was inexplicable at this time, Wang Zhenling had just cured him of Gu poison, and it was too late for him to be grateful, how could he scold Wang Zhenling?

Thinking that Wang Zhenling was just joking, he said: "Don't dare, don't dare!"

Wang Zhenling smiled and didn't say much to this Liangfu county guard.

To be honest, this county guard can be regarded as a follower. It's rare to be able to stay in this kind of place for so long!

Now Wang Zhenling just instructed the people around him: "Lift my spirit drum out!"

At the sound of an order, there were suddenly eight big men, carrying a huge spirit drum, and placed it in front of Wang Zhenling.

"Bang," in the county court of this winning city, Wang Zhenling beat the spirit drum.

"Boom!"

A thunderbolt rushed down from mid-air, like a fiery serpent.

Amid the clicking sound, the sky darkened, and another heavy rain fell.

In the mountains near Yinglou County, the spirit drums in the Lingwu cottage resonated and sounded.

Whether it is the Wuluo clan, or Wuxian, or Wuman.

At this time, they saw the thunder in the sky and heard the drums of the clan.

"The Witch God has reborn......"

One tribal wizard after another was overjoyed and fell down in the pouring rain.

A few days later, there were countless spirit witches descending the mountain, and Jiang Yinchuan surrounded them up and down.

Looking at the dense and dense spirit witches, I don't know tens of thousands of spirit witches, when the whole city was terrified.

Wang Zhenling took his 2,000 soldiers and horses in a big way, carrying the spirit drum to the city.

At this time, Liang Fu looked at Wang Zhenling's prepared appearance, his heart moved slightly, and he said secretly: "Could it be that all these generals have already prepared?"

When he was thinking about it, he heard Wang Zhenling beat the spirit drum, and in the rumbling drum, the spirit witch below became more and more noisy.

Even the patriarch with a spirit witch ran over and stood under the city shouting: "Return the sacred relics of our clan, otherwise you will kill all the people in the city!"

Hearing such a threat, Wang Zhenling just smiled and continued to beat the spirit drum.

Suddenly, there was a thunderbolt, and a silver snake danced wildly.

At such a time, it is the turn of spring and summer, and there are many thunders.

Not to mention that Lingzhou is mountainous and rainy, thunder at such a time is simply a normal thing!

However, at this time, with this thunder falling.

Those spirit witch warriors showed a look of fear, and even those who were shouting under the city showed a look of fear at this time, and they retreated one after another, but they didn't dare to leave.

The corners of Wang Zhenling's mouth showed a smile again, the spirit drum sounded again and again, and the thunder in the air exploded one after another.

In the blink of an eye, those spirit witches were no longer a matter of fear, as the heavy rain fell and the thunder continued, all the spirit witches had almost all knelt down in the muddy water, and buried their heads alive, as if they didn't dare to lift them up again.

At this time, the soldiers, officials, and some fathers and elders who were standing at the head of the city to defend all saw such a scene.

Wang Zhenling stood at the head of the city, beating the big drum, and the thunder continued to fall around him.

Beneath the city, tens of thousands of spirit witches knelt down in the muddy water, not even daring to lift their heads.

Such a scene is deeply reflected in everyone's memory.

So much so that thousands of years later, this Yinglou County has already become a densely populated, prosperous and wealthy hinterland.

But such a scene is still sung in the mouths of the local people, and has become the content of storytelling, or folk tales!

"Wang Tianshi's thunder descends the spirit witch......

It is said that the thunderstorm lasted for more than half an hour before the thunder stopped.

At such a time, those spirit witches kowtowed to Wang Zhenling, and then slowly retreated towards the mountain, never daring to go down the mountain again......

Now outside the winning city, there is a big tree, which is said to have been split by the thunder back then.

It has not died until now, but has become more and more luxuriant......"

This is what storytellers say more than a thousand years later.

It was as if everything had been settled since Wang Zhenling beat the drum this time, attracting thunder and shocking the spirit witch.

But it's not that simple!

That night, Wang Zhenling did not return to his accommodation.

but sat alone on the head of the city, and closed his eyes and rested his spirits.

Until the third watch in the middle of the night, suddenly a few spiritual lights had flown in and landed in front of Wang Zhenling, showing an image.

The appearance of these guys is very strange, half-human and not ghostly, but they all have a flame-like aura on their bodies, which is extremely powerful.