That skinny old man, like Zhen Tianxiong, can be regarded as the overlord of China.
But such a strong man, in the hands of the mysterious palace master, had no room to fight back.
"Elder Cui of Panshimen was actually stepped on the ground by that man."
"It's over this time. This must be a peerless strong man, and he is definitely not someone we can mess with."
Although those monks in the Southern Wilderness didn't know how powerful the Yin Luo Sect was, their faces turned pale when they saw the senior master from the Middle Earth they admired being easily defeated.
"We, the Yinluo Sect, kill you like butchering dogs and threaten me? Who do you think you are!" The mysterious master of the palace spoke in an understatement, as if all this was not worth mentioning at all.
Zhen Tianfeng complimented: "Palace Master Shenwei, let's take care of all these people now!"
Although Zhen Tianxiong fell to the ground, his eyes were still burning with rage: "Zhen Tianfeng, how dare you!"
The mysterious master of the palace glanced at the people in the prison hall and snorted coldly: "They are not worth my while. I, the Yinluo Sect, have more important things to do, so you can handle it here!"
The mysterious palace master patted Zhen Tianfeng on the shoulder and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Zhen Tianfeng seemed to have received some kind of support, and his face regained its vitality.
He looked at everyone with a sneer: "I have countless ghost soldiers, you can all stay here today!"
The ghost soldiers behind him had already smelled the smell of human blood, and they let out manic roars, as if they couldn't wait to come over and tear all living creatures to pieces.
Bai Suqing suddenly flicked her fly whisk and shouted: "Don't panic, form a formation to resist him!"
The monks finally came to their senses at this time. Now this situation is considered a matter of life and death, and they must come up with the final thing!
"Fight him!"
All the monks shouted in unison, and waves of true energy and magic power intertwined together to resist in front of them.
"You guys, kill them!" Zhen Tianfeng suddenly took out a token from his sleeve.
This token is completely black, with a faint black light flashing on it. If anyone looks carefully, they will find that this token is a bit dizzying.
There was a ghost pattern engraved on the token, but now several huge black characters "Mighty General" appeared.
Those ghost soldiers seemed to be controlled by this token, each of them had restrained murderous intent, and their eyes were already scarlet.
The monks present were not ignorant, and they could see the clues of the token in Zhen Tianfeng's hand at a glance.
"He used that token to control these ghost soldiers!"
"I've seen those tokens outside the city, even those dead bodies had such tokens on them!"
"We also use tokens to control ghost soldiers!"
In an instant, everyone was rummaging through their storage bags to see if they had any tokens on them.
After a while, someone found quite a few tokens.
They poured mana or energy onto the tokens, and suddenly countless tokens were suspended in the air, blooming with streaks of black light.
As these tokens were suspended in the air, large black characters also emerged one after another.
But these tokens are only at the captain and centurion level, and there are no more powerful tokens.
The ghost soldiers were stunned at first, and then roared more powerfully, filled with murderous intent.
Zhen Tianfeng laughed arrogantly and said: "The tokens of some trivial officials dare to interfere with my mighty general order. You are looking for death!"
"Lingxiao Mingming, Dao's thoughts are endless!"
Bai Suqing faintly recited the Eight-Character Mantra, and countless white lights appeared around the monks.
However, those ghost soldiers rushed over overwhelmingly, as if they didn't care about the white light at all.