Thunder Martial

In order to succeed in today's game, Lan Cangmang made a lot of preparations.

For example, summon the ghost king to come in person.

Of course, the Ghost King is very happy to have a good relationship with the big shots of the Lan family, so he arranged everything later.

But the appearance of the ghost king can only be regarded as a backhand, not the last resort.

The old man is!

It was a waste of a favor from the ancestors, but the old man had already stated that he would only make one shot.

For an Earth Soul Realm, even just one shot is still enough to resolve the battle and kill everyone.

When seeing that palm print, everyone including the ghost king felt the threat of death.

"Damn it!"

The King of Ghosts cursed angrily, he knew the purpose of this palm very well, obviously, the person who set up the trick this time did not intend to let him go.

He directly gave up the fight and wanted to run away.

But under the attack of the Earth Soul Realm, who can escape?

Ouli stopped his hands, looked up at the sky, felt the terrifying aura contained in the palm prints, and sighed: "It's only one realm away, the difference in strength is comparable to heaven and earth!"

Desperation spread around.

The beings brought by the ghost king all felt desperate and cried out for help.

It's a pity that the ghost king is already too busy to take care of himself at this moment.

Lan Gumeng and the others also had no choice but to watch helplessly as the palm print that could destroy everything fell.

Facing another life-and-death crisis, Zi Chen felt fearful, but also kind of looking forward to it.

Perhaps, as he thought?

The palm prints fell and scattered.

Everyone closed their eyes,

They are waiting to die.

The air waves rolled, countless smoke and fine sand flew up, hitting the face,

It has the meaning of raw pain.

Everyone waiting to die, but no one really died.

Neither side.

There was another old man in the field. He stood there with a smile on his lips, "I drank your toast last time, and I came to thank you."

He is the old man of the noodle shop. He is both the shopkeeper and the cook, and he can also be the waiter.

The old man stood there, as if he was the master of the world, and he was not tall, giving people a sense of stalwart.

Zichen was very excited, and so were Lan Gumeng and the others.

At that time, everyone drank a lot of wine. After inviting the old man to join in, they toasted the old man one after another.

At that time, everyone thought that the old man was just an old shopkeeper who had been in business for many years, with ancestral craftsmanship. How could they have imagined that many days later, the old man could save their lives at a critical moment?

The old man smiled at everyone, ignoring the shocking expressions of the others, but turned his head to look in a certain direction, and said, "Dang Tang's soul state, it's a bit careless to make such a rash move, right?"

"It's just a favor."

An equally old voice sounded, and then there was no more words.

And on the top of the mountain, Lan Cangmang found that the old man had disappeared at some point, which made him have the urge to scold his mother, because he was still thinking about negotiating a deal with the old man.

For example, if the guy named Zi Chen is given to him, then he will use all his strength to kill other people.

Unexpectedly, the other party didn't say hello and just left.

On the battlefield, the ghost king who came back to his senses turned around and left. At this moment, he was still in shock, extremely terrified, and even cursed Lan Cangmang's eighteen generations of ancestors in his heart.

With his departure, the people he brought also withdrew one after another.

Zi Chen glanced at Ouli and found that the other party had no intention of pursuing him, so he didn't say anything else.

After all, the other party is only here to help, and has no obligation to help him solve the enemy.

Luo Long was still standing there stupidly. What happened today hit him too hard.

Originally, a bureau was set up to plot against the direct descendants of the Lan family, but who would have thought that in the end it would be his side who suffered heavy losses, almost annihilated.

"No, there is still one person who is not dead!"

Luo Long came to his senses and looked at Zhu Feiming. His father was dead, and his father's two sworn brothers were also dead. Zhu Feiming, who was sitting cross-legged, was his only support.

Just when he looked at Zhu Feiming with hope, he saw a soul light flying out of Zhu Feiming's mind and heading straight for Zichen.

Is it an attack?

Thinking so in his heart, he looked forward to it.

That soul light sank into Zi Chen's sea of ​​consciousness, and the next moment, Zi Chen's aura began to increase.

He, who had exhausted his strength before, had recovered part of his strength at this time.

He stood up and walked towards Luo Long.

At the same time, a long stick appeared in his hand.

"What are you going to do?"

Seeing Zi Chen approaching, Luo Long's eyes were frightened.

Zi Chen said coldly: "What do you think?"

Ouli glanced at Luo Long, and a look of disgust flashed in his eyes. This guy's reputation in Luowei City is really bad.

The shopkeeper of the noodle shop also stood there and did not stop Zi Chen.

"You want to kill me, just because of who you are now?"

Luo Long watched Zi Chen approaching continuously, with obvious fear on his face, but his mouth was still hard.

Zi Chen sneered, immediately accelerated, and smashed down the long stick in his hand.

With a loud bang, Luo Long's surface defenses were shattered, and his body flew away.

After landing, he coughed up blood, and his injuries were serious.

Zi Chen continued to move forward, and said indifferently: "Not bad, let's see how many sticks you can block me."

"Don't come here, don't come here!"

Luo Long yelled loudly, terrified, "I am the one that Shengshan likes, if you kill me, Shengshan will not let you go!"

"Holy mountain? I haven't heard of it."

Zi Chen naturally wouldn't stop, but sarcastically said: "The Holy Mountain even wants a scum like you, it's not a good thing to think about."

"This statement is wrong."

At this moment, a ray of light fell from the sky and turned into a middle-aged man.

After Luo Long saw the middle-aged man, there was a touch of excitement in his frightened eyes, "Senior Brother Wang, save me!"

Zi Chen stopped and looked at the middle-aged man, "You want to save him?"

"I want to take him back to the holy mountain, and I hope the little brother will make it easier for me." The middle-aged man said.

"What if I don't agree?" Zi Chen said indifferently.

"Little brother was joking, how powerful is my holy mountain? I believe that little brother will still give me this face."

The middle-aged man said with a smile: "Also, everyone will give it!"

Zi Chen nodded and said: "Since your words are so sincere, of course I will give the Holy Mountain face."

The middle-aged man had a complacent expression on his face, and there was even a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

Such things have happened too many times, and the reputation of the Holy Mountain is not small.

Luo Long snorted, and there was resentment in his eyes again, he was thinking about how to take revenge in the future.

But then, Zi Chen's voice sounded again: "Then you go back with a corpse."

After the words fell, he rushed forward immediately, raising the long stick in his hand again.

"you wanna die!"

The middle-aged man shouted angrily, and he was about to make a move.

"shock!"

Ouli appeared in front of the middle-aged man, and his soul power surged out, sending him flying.

Zi Chen dropped his stick, this time he didn't keep his hand.

The art of destroying souls!

Powerful soul power frantically poured into Luo Long's body.

Luo Long let out a horrified scream, and the hatred in his eyes was frozen.

No more accidents.

Luo Long's soul was annihilated and died.

It's just that the dragon python didn't die yet, but flew towards the direction where the middle-aged man was.

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