Chapter five hundred and forty-eight treasurer shot
In order to succeed in today's round, Lan Cangmang has made a lot of preparations.
For example, summon the Ghost King to appear in person.
Of course, the Ghost King was very happy to have a good relationship with the important figures of the Lan family, so he arranged everything later.
But the appearance of the Ghost King can only be regarded as a backup, not a final resort.
The old man is the one!
It was a waste of an ancestor's favor, but the old man had already stated that he would only take action once.
For an Earth Soul Realm person, even one shot is still enough to resolve the battle and destroy everyone.
When they saw the palm print, everyone including the Ghost King felt the threat of death.
"Damn it!"
The Ghost King cursed angrily. He knew the intention of this palm very well. Obviously, the person who set up the trap this time had no intention of letting him go.
He simply gave up the fight and wanted to run away.
But under the attack of the Earth Soul Realm, who can escape?
Ouli stopped, looked up at the sky, and felt the terrifying aura contained in the palm prints. He sighed: "We are only one level away, and the power gap is as big as heaven and earth!"
The mood of despair spread all around.
The beings brought by the Ghost King felt desperate and cried out for help.
Unfortunately, the Ghost King has too much time to take care of himself at the moment.
Lan Gumeng and others were helpless and could only watch helplessly as the palm print that could wipe out everything fell.
Facing another life-and-death crisis, Zi Chen felt fear in his heart, but also some expectations.
Maybe, it's really what he thought?
The palm prints fell and scattered suddenly.
Everyone closed their eyes,
They are waiting to die.
The air waves rolled, and countless smoke dust and fine sand flew up, hitting his face, which was painful.
Everyone is waiting to die, but no one actually dies.
Neither side.
There was another old man in the field. He stood there with a smile on his face, "I drank your toast last time, and I'm here to say thank you."
He is an old man in a noodle shop. He is both the shopkeeper and the cook, and he can also be a waiter.
The old man stood there as if he were the master of the world. Although he was not tall, he gave people a sense of majesty.
Zi Chen was very excited, and so were Lan Gumeng and others.
Everyone drank a lot at that time, and after inviting the old man to join in, they all toasted to the old man.
At that time, everyone thought that the old man was just an old shopkeeper who had been in business for many years and had ancestral skills. How could they have thought that many days later, the old man would be able to save their lives at a critical moment?
The old man smiled at everyone and ignored the frightened expressions of others. Instead, he turned his head and looked in a certain direction and said: "In the soul realm, it's a bit unceremonious to attack so rashly, isn't it?"
"It's just a favor."
An equally old voice sounded, and then nothing happened.
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 curse because he was still thinking about negotiating a deal with the old man.
For example, if you give him the guy named Zi Chen, then he will use all his strength to kill other people.
Unexpectedly, the other party left without even saying hello.
On the battlefield, the Ghost King came to his senses and turned around to leave. At this moment, he was in shock and extremely frightened. In his heart, he even cursed Lan Cangmang's eighteen generations of ancestors.
As he left, the people he brought with him also withdrew one after another.
Zi Chen glanced at Ou Li and found that the other party had no intention of pursuing him, so he said nothing more.
After all, the other party is just here to help and has no obligation to help him deal with the enemy.
Luo Long was still standing there stupidly. What happened today really hit him hard.
Originally, a plan was set up to plot against the direct descendants of the Lan family. Who would have thought that in the end, the people on his side suffered heavy losses, and almost the entire army was wiped out.
"No, there is still one person alive!"
Luo Long reacted and looked towards 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 hopeful eyes, he saw a soul light flying out of Zhu Feiming's mind and heading straight for Zichen.
Is it an attack?
He thought so in his heart, with some expectation.
That soul light submerged into Zi Chen's sea of consciousness, and the next moment, Zi Chen's aura began to grow.
He was already exhausted, but now he has recovered some of his strength.
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 had a hint of fear in his eyes.
Zi Chen said coldly: "What do you think?"
Ouli glanced at Luo Long, with a flash of disgust in his eyes. This guy's reputation in Luo Wei City was really bad.
The shopkeeper of the noodle shop was also standing there without stopping Zi Chen.
"You want to kill me because of who you are now?"
Luo Long watched Zi Chen keep approaching, his face was obviously frightened, 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 defense shattered and his body flew away.
After landing, he coughed up blood and was seriously injured.
Zi Chen continued to move forward and said indifferently: "Not bad, let's see how many times you can block my stick."
"Don't come over, don't come over!"
Luo Long shouted loudly, terrified, "I am the person chosen by the Holy Mountain. If you kill me, the Holy Mountain will not let you go!"
"Holy mountain? Never heard of it."
Zi Chen naturally did not stop, but sarcastically said: "The Holy Mountain even wants a scum like you, so it's not a good thing after all."
"That's 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 hint 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 it will be convenient for my little brother," the middle-aged man said.
"What if I don't agree?" Zi Chen said indifferently.
"Little brother is joking, how powerful is my Holy Mountain? I believe that little brother will still give it to me."
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "And everyone will give it to me!"
Zi Chen nodded and said: "Since your words are so sincere, of course I will give you the face of the Holy Mountain."
The middle-aged man looked proud, and there was even a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.
This kind of thing has happened too many times, and the reputation of the Holy Mountain is not small.
Luo Long snorted, and there was a look of 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 can go back with a corpse."
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed forward and raised the long stick in his hand again.
"you wanna die!"
The middle-aged man yelled angrily, preparing to take action.
"shock!"
Ouli appeared in front of the middle-aged man, and his soul power surged out, knocking him away.
Zi Chen dropped his stick, but this time he didn't hold back.
Soul-destroying art!
Powerful soul power poured into Luo Long's body crazily.
Luo Long let out a scream of horror, and the hatred in his eyes froze.
No more accidents happened.
Luo Long's soul was extinguished and died.
But the python was not dead yet, but flew in the direction of the middle-aged man.