I, The Judge of the Yin Department, Will Decide The Life and Death in a Shameful Form!

In just a few breaths, the mountain ghost tribe had already killed nearly one hundred thousand troops, and even the ghost commander had killed three of them.

They all died under siege.

After all, Gui Shuai is the King of Ghosts, and in this kind of war, they are just bigger ants.

But soon, the mountain ghost side stabilized the battle.

In the final analysis, the combat power of the ghosts, the handsome and the ghosts, far exceeds that of the evil spirits and the witch horses and tigers.

At the expense of the three ghost commanders, the army of the mountain ghost tribe slowly formed an army formation and began to encircle and suppress.

The Wronged Souls are not fighting at home. Their instant combat power is strong, but as the battle continues, and the longer they leave the sea of ​​blood, their combat power begins to become weaker.

Suddenly, many bloody souls began to be contemplated.

As the two armies led the collision, they kept their eyes on the battlefield. Once the situation was not good, the mountain ghost tribe's great elder, who was going to run away, instantly flashed joy on his face.

"Do you see it, don't look at the movement he caused, the evil spirits summoned are nothing more than appearances."

"Moreover, have you felt that these grievances are still getting weaker with the passage of time."

The great elder of the mountain ghost tribe could hardly suppress the excitement in his heart.

"These wronged souls are getting weaker, do you feel it?"

The elder of the mountain ghost tribe said excitedly.

This discovery instantly lifted his low mood.

In fact, when he saw the army of millions of wronged souls appeared, his heart was already cold and he was not giving any hope.

After all, a million troops can be summoned with a wave of hands. This method is too magical.

It's just what he can imagine.

He even gave up the idea of ​​capturing Wang Yifan from the bottom of his heart, and only waited for the Shangui tribe's army to be defeated, and fled back to the Wangui Yinsha array.

But he still chose to stay here, only because of unwillingness in his heart.

In any case, he wanted to wait till the end.

Even if there is only a one-in-a-million chance, he also wants to go for a blog.

After all, this is his only chance in this life.

The eyes of the great elder of the mountain ghost tribe were very bright at this moment, and he seemed to have seen hope in the dark.

It won't be long before the army of wronged souls will be wiped out.

At that time, it was when they started to attack.

The other mountain ghost clan elders heard the words of the mountain ghost clan's great elder, and their hearts were also bright.

As the great elder of the mountain ghost tribe said, they also saw the army of evil spirits gradually fall into a decline, and it won't be long before a million mountain ghosts will completely disappear.

As for the Mid Valley City Human Race Army and the Jungle Demon Race Army that still maintain considerable combat power, they are not in their eyes.

The strongest leader at the head is Wuma Fighting Tiger, and Wuma Fighting Tiger is just the late stage of Guishuai.

This kind of strength, in a battle of this level, it is not good to say that it is cannon fodder, and it is completely impossible to influence the situation of the battle.

"The great elder is indeed farsighted, presumably the great elder had anticipated this scene a long time ago."

The elders of Youshan Ghost Clan began to flatter.

"Hahaha, the great elder is far-sighted, it is a thousand times more than I waited."

"This army of evil spirits has fallen into a decline, and it will be wiped out by our army of mountain ghosts soon.. 0"

"Hahaha, so it seems that the so-called Yinsi Zhengshen is nothing more than that."

"Yes, that is, this army of wronged souls must be his method of suppressing the bottom of the box. Now that this method fails, he is afraid that he can only be killed."

The elders of the ghost clan of the mountains swept away the previous low pressure, talking and laughing.

In this situation, their previous plan may be successful.

On the battlefield, Wuma Zhanhu also noticed that the situation was not good.

Unknowingly, the pressure on them from the mountain ghost tribe's army was getting more and more serious. The sergeant, who had not suffered much from the original damage, unexpectedly accelerated by more than one step in this short period of time.

If this continues, I am afraid that it will not be long before their army of less than 100,000 will be the first to disappear into the battlefield.

"General Lumen, have you noticed something is wrong!"

A single shot pierced through several mountain ghosts around, and the Wu Ma and the Tiger urged the mount to rush to the position where Lu Meng was.

"Now we have too many people killed and injured. If this has been going on, I am afraid that with 3.0 we will never get out of the battlefield."

Wuma Zhanhu said while slaying the mountain ghosts that came over with his gun.

The mountain ghost tribe army is always coming from all directions, even if he has the cultivation base of the late Guishuai, he dare not care about it on such a battlefield.

For fear that if you are not careful, you will be hit.

In such a fierce battlefield, injury often means death.

Lu Meng was wounded and swept across the sword, sweeping away the surrounding mountain ghosts, and rode his horse to the side of Wuma Zhanhu.

The two were back to back, guarding the surroundings. .

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