The Strongest Player Who Descended From the Wilderness

"Who!" After hearing this sigh, the ten captains of the Samsara Legion opened their eyes suddenly, and then shouted in unison.

As the ten men finished talking, a white-haired old man suddenly appeared next to the bamboo slips.

"Kill!" came a loud shout.

All the soldiers of the Samsara Legion stabbed the old man without hesitation.

"Puff, puff, puff", tens of thousands of sounds pierced the air instantly.

Ten thousand white air pillars appeared instantly, and then shot towards the old man who appeared out of thin air.

This is the effect of the soldiers of the Samsara Legion releasing their true energy.

Thousands of air pillars, extremely swift, passed by in a flash, arrived in front of the white-haired old man in an instant, and then passed through his body.

When the soldiers of the Samsara Legion saw that the white-haired old man was still standing there, unscathed, their faces all changed.

At this moment, the white-haired old man looked at the Samsara Legion, smiled slightly, and then said:

"I'm a poor Taoist, Zuo Ci. I'm here to help you and others solve your problems. Don't misunderstand me."

The soldiers of the Samsara Legion were all stunned when they heard this.

They didn't expect that the old man who brought them here inexplicably would be the rumored figure Zuo Ci. What's more, they didn't expect that Zuo Ci would actually say that he would help them solve their troubles.

Zuo Ci glanced at the inexplicably shocked Samsara Legion, then bent down and prepared to pick up the bamboo slips on the ground.

However, at this moment, the treasure money on the bamboo slip suddenly fluttered its wings, and then flew away with the bamboo slip into the distance.

Seeing this, Zuo Ci's expression suddenly changed, but he immediately regained his composure.

The soldiers of the Samsara Legion also saw the bamboo slips that were taken away with the treasure money. They all looked at each other, and the next second, their weapons were all aimed at Zuo Ci.

Extremely violent killing intent instantly rose up, and then rushed towards Zuo Ci.

When Zuo Ci saw the Samsara Legion that had just restrained its murderous intent, it suddenly surged with murderous intent, he was stunned for a moment, and then shouted in a deep voice:

"You have killed countless people, and now you are haunted by the wronged souls. In less than a month, you will surely die. Listen to the old advice and restrain your murderous intentions immediately. Otherwise, the murderous intentions will stimulate the wronged souls, and your life span will be shortened again!"

When the soldiers of the Samsara Legion heard this, their expressions did not change at all, and their murderous intent did not shrink at all.

Because they knew that the bamboo slips belonged to Zuo Ci, and now that the bamboo slips were taken away by their lord with treasures, it was obvious that Zuo Ci was the enemy of their lord, Ye Chen.

For such a being, the Samsara Legion will only make one choice, kill without mercy, even if it means death, there will be no regrets.

Zuo Ci's expression suddenly changed when he saw that the Samsara Legion's murderous intent had not restrained at all, but was even stronger and more intense than before.

At this moment, the ten captains of the Samsara Legion shouted in unison: "White Tiger Battle Formation!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The loud shouts of killing suddenly rang out.

The next second, extremely strong murderous intent appeared in the sky above the Samsara Legion, and then condensed.

"Roar"

After the sky-shaking roar, a huge white tiger appeared in the sky, and then fell to the ground, shrouding the Samsara Legion within it.

The aura of cruelty, ruthlessness, and killing everything immediately appeared on the white tiger.

The Samsara Legion is not chaired by Ye Chen, so its power is much smaller than before, and its power is also much weaker.

But no matter how small or weak it is, it is still a white tiger battle formation.

When Zuo Ci saw the sudden appearance of the white tiger, his expression suddenly changed, and then he shouted:

"Pindao originally wanted to save your life, but who knows, you are so stubborn that you even want to kill yourself and kill yourself. Pindao bids you farewell!"

"Roar!"

After a thunderous roar, the white tiger jumped up instantly, and then turned into a stream of light that instantly passed through Zuo Ci's body.

A sound of "Boom" came.

Zuo Ci's body instantly turned into air and dissipated.

"Bang"

The white tiger fell to the ground, and the Samsara Army appeared immediately.

"Oh, stubbornness doesn't work, stubbornness doesn't work..." A long sigh came immediately, and then gradually drifted away.

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came.

"The toad hit Hache, what a loud tone!"

I saw Ye Chen, riding Pegasus Xiaojin, arriving in a blink of an eye, very fast.

"Greetings, my lord!" The Samsara Legion was overjoyed when they saw Ye Chen's sudden appearance, and then they all bowed and paid homage.

Ye Chen nodded, and then continued to rush forward, reaching a thousand meters away in just one breath.

The next second, Ye Chen made a move with his right hand, and the God-killing Spear appeared instantly, and then he swung it towards an open space.

After two sounds of "Bang, Bang" came out, a piece of blood mixed with minced meat and bone residue flew out instantly.

A shrill howl followed immediately.

"ah……"

At this moment, a white-haired old man suddenly appeared in the empty space, but his two legs disappeared without a trace.

Obviously, the blood and broken flesh and bone residue that suddenly flew out all over the sky just now came from this gray-haired old man, or in other words, Zuo Ci.

What the Samsara Legion attacked just now was just an illusion created by Zuo Ci, but what Ye Chen attacked was Zuo Ci's true body.

After taking a look at Zuo Ci, whose face was distorted and howling miserably, Ye Chen smiled coldly, and then shouted:

"Why did you rob my Samsara Army!"

Zuo Ci shuddered when he heard this, and then hurriedly explained:

"Pin...Pindao wants to save...save them..."

When Ye Chen heard this, he narrowed his eyes and stabbed the God-killing Spear with his right hand.

A "poof" sound came.

The God-killing Spear instantly pierced Zuo Ci's left shoulder.

"Ah..." The shrill howl sounded again.

The next second, Zuo Ci's originally distorted face suddenly became even more distorted.

He felt an extremely tyrannical devouring force, a force that would completely devour his soul.

Zuo Ci, who felt this change, suddenly lost his soul. He couldn't care less about howling miserably, and hurriedly tried his best to stabilize his soul.

Otherwise he will die, completely die.

Others may not be aware of the dangers of having their souls devoured, but how could Zuo Ci, who was in the Mortal Realm, not be aware of it.

That was death, a complete death. In terms of reincarnation, he would bid farewell to him forever.

This was not the result Zuo Ci wanted to see.

Ye Chen glanced at Zuo Ci, whose momentum suddenly increased, and then closed his eyes to control his soul. He smiled coldly, drew the God-killing Spear in his right hand, and asked again:

"Why do you want to rob my Samsara Army?"

Zuo Ci, who suddenly felt the devouring power disappear, was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the God-killing Spear in Ye Chen's right hand.

The next second, Zuo Ci sighed, and then said: "I came here for the sake of the people of the world. The Samsara Army is too unnatural and has killed hundreds of millions of living beings. It should not continue to cause trouble in the world."

When Ye Chen heard this, he immediately looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, then looked at Zuo Ci and shouted:

"What a common person in the world, you are going to drown the Samsara Army in the lake just for the sake of what you call the common people in the world?"