"what!"
The middle-aged man let out a roar, and the sword intent fell from the top of his head, instantly splitting it in two.
Blood flowed freely, the mutilated corpse slumped to the ground, and the attack of the remaining group of ghosts also came, and the couch and half of the central army tent were all destroyed.
"King Yan Yuan is dead!"
Lu Zhiran couldn't help but let out a cheer. This was her first action, and she didn't expect a huge gain. Thinking of the appearance of returning to Tianhe City with the spoils, Lu Zhiran shivered with excitement.
The rest of the ghosts were also relieved. They saw with their own eyes that the middle-aged man was reduced to ashes. Obviously, he couldn't die any longer.
"Will the dignified ghost king of the Yan family die so easily..."
The Tiger Ghost King suddenly showed a solemn expression and stepped forward.
Lu Zhiran smiled and said, "Grandpa He, you have been thinking too much. Even if King Yan Yuan is a clever planner, he could not have expected our attack this time. He must have lost his soul this time."
"The soul is scattered, the soul is scattered..." The Tiger Ghost King muttered a few words, and said: "No, when you cultivate to the ghost king realm, your primordial spirit is extremely powerful. Even if I destroyed his physical body, his primordial spirit is also quite difficult to deal with. ."
However, when they broke into this place, they only destroyed the body of the middle-aged man, but they did not see the existence of the soul of the primordial spirit.
Whoops!
At this moment, the curtain of the Chinese army tent was lifted.
Several strongmen who were guarding the door were startled, and when they saw that the person was the Dragon and Ghost King, they breathed a sigh of relief.
The Dragon Ghost King was bloodied and strode in with a solemn expression: "Something is wrong. As the direct legion of King Yan Yuan, the monks here are surprisingly weak."
In less than a stick of incense, the Dragon Ghost King killed everyone in the camp.
All the means prepared before were not used, and the opponent was weaker than they expected.
The Tiger Ghost King's eyelids twitched a little, and he said solemnly, "Let's go now!"
His heart was very heavy, and Lu Yu was right. King Yan Yuan was probably not in the camp.
If I had known earlier, I should have paid attention to this advice at that time and observed it carefully.
It's just that in order to seize the opportunity, they did not intend to waste time and launched an attack resolutely, but the result now is somewhat unexpected.
However, Lu Zhiran disapproved and said, "It's serious, it's not too late to pack up the spoils before leaving."
The Tiger Ghost King shook his head, did not explain to her, but instructed everyone to leave quickly.
As soon as everyone left the central army tent, they suddenly saw the fog rising from all directions, the situation around the camp changed, and the shrouded mountains were covered by the fog.
The earth shook, and a terrifying and unparalleled coercion shrouded it, and everyone present felt a tingling in their scalps.
"Damn it!" The Dragon and Tiger Kings secretly complained. They only wanted to get rid of King Yan Yuan, but unexpectedly fell into the other's clumsy trap.
A middle-aged man dressed in a purple robe stepped into the air. Although he stood still, he seemed to be a towering ancient tree, with a majestic and unparalleled aura, like a god descending.
Seeing this person, everyone immediately understood.
The middle-aged man who was killed by them before was seven or eight similar to the man in front of him, apparently just a substitute.
The real King Yan Yuan is right in front of you!
It was only after seeing this truly powerful king that everyone clearly sensed fear, and a strong sense of powerlessness flooded their hearts.