That skinny old man, like Zhen Tianxiong, can be regarded as the overlord of Middle-earth.
But it is such a strong man, in the hands of the mysterious palace master, there is no room for retaliation.
"Elder Cui from the Panshi Gate was trampled to the ground by that man."
"It's over this time, this must be a peerless powerhouse, definitely not someone like us to provoke."
Although those monks in the Southern Wilderness didn't know how powerful the Yin Luozong was, they turned pale when they saw the senior masters in the middle land whom they admired being easily defeated.
"I, Yin Luozong, kill you like a dog, threatening me? What are you!" The mysterious palace master spoke lightly, as if all this was not worth mentioning.
Zhen Tianfeng complimented: "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 master of the mysterious hall glanced at the people in the prison hall, and snorted coldly: "They are not worth my hands. My Yin Luozong has more important things to do, and you will deal with them here!"
The mysterious hall 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 whole face regained his spirit.
He looked at the crowd with a sneer: "I have countless ghost soldiers, you should all stay here today!"
The ghost soldier behind him had already smelled the smell of human blood, and let out a manic roar, as if he couldn't wait to come over and tear apart all living beings.
Bai Suqing suddenly flicked the whisk, and shouted coquettishly: "Don't panic, set up an formation to resist him!"
Those monks finally came to their senses at this time, the current situation is already a matter of life and death, and they must come up with the finale!
"Fight with him!"
All the monks shouted in unison, a wave of true energy and magic power intertwined, resisting in front of them.
"Crowd, kill them!" Zhen Tianfeng suddenly took out a token from his sleeve.
The whole body of this token is pitch-black, with a black light flashing faintly on it. If someone takes a closer look, they will find that this token is a bit dizzy.
There was a ghost pattern engraved on the token, but at this time several huge black characters "Mighty General" appeared.
Those ghost soldiers seemed to be controlled by this token, and their murderous aura was restrained, their eyes were already scarlet.
The monks present were not foolish, and they could see the clue of the token in Zhen Tianfeng's hand at a glance.
"He used that token to control these ghost soldiers!"
"I have seen those tokens outside the city, and those dead bodies have such tokens on them!"
"We also use tokens to control ghost soldiers!"
In an instant, everyone rummaged through the storage bags to see if they had tokens on them.
After a while, someone has already found out quite a few tokens.
They hit mana or true energy on the tokens, and immediately countless tokens were suspended in the air, bursting out with black light.
Along with these tokens suspended in the air, large black characters also emerged one after another.
However, these tokens are only at the rank of captain and centurion, but there are no more powerful tokens.
Those ghost soldiers froze for a moment, then let out a more powerful roar, full of murderous aura.
Zhen Tianfeng laughed arrogantly and said: "The badges of some small officials dare to control my mighty general orders, you are courting death!"
"Ling Xiaoming, Dao Nian Wuji!"
Bai Suqing recited the eight-character mantra lightly, and countless white lights appeared beside the monks.
However, those ghost soldiers rushed over overwhelmingly, as if they didn't care about the white light at all. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com