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Falling into a trap

"ah!"

The middle-aged man burst out with anger, and the knife intention fell from the top of his head, instantly splitting it into two pieces.

Blood flowed freely, the broken corpses collapsed on the ground, and the remaining group of ghost coaches also came, destroying the bed and half of the central army's tent with a rumbling sound.

"King Yan Yuan is dead!"

Lu Zhiran couldn't help but cheer. This was her first action, but she didn't expect to win a huge victory. Thinking of her successful return to Tianhe City with the spoils, Lu Zhiran was trembling with excitement.

The other ghost coaches were relieved. They saw the middle-aged man turning into ashes with their own eyes, and they obviously died and could not die any more.

"Will the dignified Yan family ghost king die so easily..."

The Tiger Ghost King suddenly showed a solemn expression on his face and walked forward.

Lu Zhiran smiled and said, "Grandpa He, you are too worried. Even if King Yan Yuan has a clever plan, he would never have expected that our attack this time. He will definitely be scattered this time."

"The soul is gone, the soul is gone..." The Tiger Ghost King muttered a few words and said, "No, when I practiced to the realm of the Ghost King, my soul is extremely powerful. Even though I destroyed his body, his soul is also quite difficult to deal with.

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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 and soul.

Hula!

At this moment, the curtain of the central army's tent was unveiled.

Several strong men guarding the door were startled and felt relieved when they saw that the person coming was the Dragon Ghost King.

The Dragon Ghost King was bleeding from his body and strode in, with a serious expression: "There is something wrong. As King Yan Yuan's direct legion, the monks here are surprisingly weak."

In less than a stick of incense, the Dragon Ghost King killed everyone in the camp.

All the methods prepared before were useless, and the opponent was so weak that they expected.

The tiger ghost king's eyelids were a little pounding, and he said in a deep voice: "Let go immediately!"

His heart was very heavy, and Lu Yu was right. King Yan Yuan was probably not in the camp.

If I had known this, I should have attached importance to this advice and observe it carefully.

However, in order to seize the opportunity, they did not intend to waste time and launched a attack at all, but the result is somewhat unexpected.

Lu Zhiran disagreed and said, "It's better to pack up the spoils first and then leave."

The Tiger Ghost King shook his head, did not explain to her, but just directed everyone to leave quickly.

As soon as everyone left the central army tent, they suddenly saw fog rising from all directions. The wind and clouds around the camp changed, and the mountains covered were covered by fog, and they looked down on the surrounding mountains, rivers and water scenery.

The earth shook, and a terrifying and unparalleled pressure enveloped, and everyone present felt a numbness in their scalp.

"Oh no!" The Dragon and Tiger Kings complained secretly. They were all thinking about getting rid of King Yan Yuan, but unexpectedly fell into the other party's clumsy trap.

A middle-aged man in a purple robe came in the air. Although he stood still, he was like a towering ancient tree with an unparalleled aura, like a god descending.

When everyone saw this person, they immediately understood.

The middle-aged man who was killed by them before was 70% or 80% similar to the person in front of him, and was obviously just a substitute.

The real King Yan Yuan is right in front of you!

Only when we saw this truly powerful king did everyone clearly sense fear, and a strong sense of powerlessness surged in our hearts.
Chapter completed!
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