Chapter 925 Two Choices

Under the illumination of the gray glow, the white-haired old man quickly entered a state of stagnation.

Although he was desperately resisting, it was useless and he still fell into that state of stagnation without any surprise.

After ensuring that the white-haired old man could not escape, Luo Zhen began to arrange the formation properly.

Because Luo Zhen was not sure that he could completely kill this weird old man, it was better to use the power of the formation.

Summon the twelve witch gods!

And this formation has entered its final stage.

Although the gray glow could only make the white-haired old man stagnate for three or two breaths.

But this time was almost enough for Luo Zhen.

After a while.

The white-haired old man suddenly woke up, and then he felt that he had broken out in a cold sweat.

He is a strong man in the eighth level of the Immortal Realm, and he is not an ordinary eighth level. He was completely controlled for a short time!

If Luo Zhen was strong enough, he could take him away with a combo in that short time just now!

The white-haired old man was extremely scared and continued to want to escape.

But Luo Zhen would never give him a chance.

The moment he was about to fly up, the black turtle was already on top of his head.

The white-haired old man was shocked and angry.

If he was controlled again, it would be really dangerous!

Then, the old man roared and burst out madly.

He even started to burn his life and fight for his life!

Although the black turtle was powerful, it was only the seventh level of the Immortal Realm. Facing the desperate white-haired old man, he only lasted for a breath before being beaten all over.

At this time, the ghost shadow also rushed up under Luo Zhen's command, but the ghost shadow's current strength was still not as good as the white-haired old man.

And now the old man just wanted to escape.

The ghost shadow alone could not entangle the white-haired old man. After the walruses who were recovering their strength noticed this, they immediately rushed up.

They seemed to know that success or failure would depend on one or two breaths.

Luo Zhen's summoning formation was about to be completed!

Walrus and the others were still seriously injured at this time and had not recovered at all. After rushing forward, they did not have much strength. They just used their lives to stop the white-haired old man for a breath.

The white-haired old man was completely crazy. He kept bursting out and roaring.

Every punch and every sword carried the power to tear the world apart.

Walrus and the others were almost beaten to death.

Fortunately, a breath of time finally passed, and Luo Zhen's twelve witch god formation suddenly took shape.

The next moment.

The phantoms of the twelve witch gods were completely solidified, all opened their eyes, and looked at the crazy white-haired old man.

The old man's full head of white hair stood up instantly. At this moment, he felt that his life was greatly threatened.

Then, the white-haired old man began to attack desperately again. After finally repelling Walrus and the others, he suddenly found that he was trapped in the formation.

There was no way out.

The horror of this formation was unimaginable even to him. He clearly felt that the way out was in front of him, but no matter how hard he tried, it was useless.

There was still a little distance to rush out.

The white-haired old man was a little desperate.

At this time, the twelve witch gods had awakened after Luo Zhen activated the formation, and various weapons appeared in their hands.

One held a sword, one held a knife, one held a big axe, one held a spear, and some held a long halberd, and some held a trident.

Some witch gods had three heads, some had eyes all over their bodies, and some had countless arms.

Under Luo Zhen's command, they launched an attack in an instant.

Their abilities did not belong to this world, and their power was incredibly powerful.

Even Luo Zhen was a little shocked.

The attack of each witch god was so terrifying, although the strength level revealed by them was only the seventh level of the Immortal Realm.

But the aura emanating from their bones was extremely ancient and powerful.

This aura alone was enough to suppress many strong men.

Then, Luo Zhen asked the ghost to attack together.

Under the joint attack of the twelve witch gods and the ghost, the white-haired old man had no power to resist. He died and came back to life, and died again.

In addition, Luo Zhen was still conducting some tentative harassment outside the formation, which made it difficult for the white-haired old man to complete many of his tricks.

After dozens of breaths, the white-haired old man was already dying.

He looked at Luo Zhen angrily in the formation: "You, you dare to kill me? I am the supreme elder of Tianji Sect!"

"We have a total of ten supreme elders in Tianji Sect. If I die, they will get the news at the first time."

"At that time, they will definitely avenge me. You killed the supreme elder of Tianji Sect, which means you are declaring war on Tianji Sect!"

"You are declaring war on a sect! At that time, it will not only be the ten supreme elders who will chase you, but also all the disciples of a sect will chase you."

He became more and more excited as he spoke, because he found that Luo Zhen seemed to really kill him!

The white-haired old man was trembling all over. He had not felt this kind of threat of death for thousands of years.

Is he destined to perish here today? !

He really couldn't accept it!

He was a strong man in the eighth level of the Immortal Realm, while Luo Zhen was only in the fifth level of the Immortal Realm.

With such a huge gap, he was almost killed!

He couldn't accept this result at all!

If Luo Zhen was also a cultivator of the eighth level of the Immortal Realm, he could still be a little more balanced.

But Luo Zhen was indeed a young cultivator of the fifth level of the Immortal Realm!

At this time, Luo Zhen was also thinking about whether to kill the white-haired old man. Now that he had the Demon King Order, he was not short of powerful helpers for the time being.

However, it was still difficult to meet a strong man of the eighth level of the Immortal Realm.

If this white-haired old man could surrender, it would be a good choice.

Then, Luo Zhen asked the twelve witch gods to stop attacking and said lightly: "You are right. It is indeed troublesome to kill you, but I can't let you go."

"So, there are only two ways in front of you now, surrender or die!"

"You are a senior cultivator of the eighth level of the Immortal Realm, and you are still useful to me. As the saying goes, it is better to live a miserable life than to die a good death. Think about it carefully!"

After Luo Zhen finished speaking, he stood quietly in place, waiting for the white-haired old man to make a choice.

He believed that the white-haired old man would definitely surrender.

The stronger a person is, the more afraid he is of death!

Because he is afraid of losing everything he has, afraid of losing his life!

In addition, Luo Zhen has the absolute means to control this so-called Tianji Sect's Supreme Elder.

Because, through the Demon Emperor's Order, he also learned a terrifying method of controlling people.

The Demon Emperor's Soul-Destroying Curse!