Both Jian Wuqing and Leng Feifei looked puzzled, and neither of them knew Zhuo Wen at all.

At this moment, under the tower, Zhuo Wen and the ghost king's incarnation are still confronting each other.

"Don't the tiny human beings roll over and die?"

The scarlet eyes of the ghost king looked down at Zhuo Wen coldly, and the ghost king was naturally very angry when Zhuowen killed the group of ghosts in the prison.

But he naturally has his own dignity, in his opinion, Zhuo Wen is too small, not worth his hands.

The white water ghost was trembling with fright, and dared not say a word.

Zhuo Wen looked at the ghost king's incarnation coldly, and said indifferently: "I didn't come to the place of imprisonment to be your enemy!"

"My purpose is only one, and that is the people imprisoned in the tower! As long as you hand over the people in the tower to me, then I will not shoot you!"

The ghost king was stunned, he looked at Zhuo Wen with an idiot look.

"Small human, are you kidding me? You won't shoot me? In my eyes, you are a tiny ant. It's easy for me to crush you to death. You actually said you won't shoot me! Really! Ridiculous!"

The ghost king laughed, but the coldness in his eyes became more and more intense.

He is a majestic ghost king, who has been in the hundreds of domains outside the world for countless years, and has made countless monks change their faces. Even most of the monks who entered Ghost King Ridge dare not approach this forbidden place.

Fortunately, the mere human cultivators were so arrogant in front of him, they didn't take him seriously at all!

"Ghost King, your strength is indeed very strong. If your main body appears, I may not be your opponent! But it's just an incarnation, you are not my opponent!"

"Don't waste time, release the imprisoned people in the tower! Otherwise, your avatar may be lost!"

Zhuo Wen was quite impatient and waved his hands.

"Damn ants, you have completely angered this king! Originally, this king was kind and planned to give you a chance to kill yourself! Now it seems that you didn't understand this king's kindness at all. You have a taste of real fear!"

The ghost king's spine suddenly stood up, and his tall body was several feet tall, much taller than Zhuo Wen.

The pitch-black armor covered with spikes was burning with a pitch-black flame. The strange thing was that the temperature of this flame was extremely low, like frost, which made people feel chills on their backs.

The Ghost King held his right hand in the air, and blazing black flames erupted, manifesting a huge black saber as tall as a person.

"The ghost king is angry, my lord, run away! The ghost king is an invincible existence, you will not be an opponent!"

The white water ghost was so frightened that he spoke intermittently. After he finished speaking, he ran away from the tower at a speed that was simply breathtaking.

Zhuo Wen didn't have the time to pay attention to Baishui Ghost, he looked at the ghost king in front of him seriously.

The power of the ghost king is indeed terrifying, far stronger than any ghosts he has encountered.

And this is just the ghost king's incarnation, if it is the real body, Zhuo Wen doesn't need to fight at all, just run away.

"Human beings, your courage is commendable! Facing the aura of this king, you can still be so calm! In order to reward you, I will show mercy and let you die by my sword!"

The ghost king grinned, and suddenly stepped forward with his right foot, as if turning into a black lightning bolt, he rushed out and rushed towards Zhuo Wen.

Thumb up!

The ghost king's strength was too great, and when his feet stepped on the ground, the whole earth trembled.

Wherever the ghost king's feet stepped, all the ground was burning with raging black flames, which was gloomy and chilly.

"So fast!"

Zhuo Wen was startled, the speed of the ghost king was so fast that he could only see its blurred trajectory clearly.

boom!

Before Zhuowen came back to his senses, the ghost king had already appeared in front of Zhuowen, holding a black sword in his right hand, he slashed across the air, and came towards Zhuowen's neck.

The black flames shot out like unscrupulous boa constrictors along the trajectory cut by the big knife, and wound around Zhuo Wen's limbs and bones.

Zhuowen snorted coldly, not daring to keep his hand, the mighty primordial divine power surged out of his body like a vast river, turning into waves of purple-gold energy that surrounded his body.

The jet of black flames was easily dispelled by Haoran Hongmeng's divine power.

But Zhuo Wen knew that the real killing move was the black sword behind the black flame.

Whoosh!

The pitch-black knife light swept over without a sound, completely locking onto the vital points of Zhuowen's neck. JrNovels.com