At this moment, after witnessing Ye Feng with his own eyes, he used another move to instantly kill the ghost witch master's remaining soul.
All the soldiers in Jingzhou were completely in admiration.
Even monsters and monsters are so vulnerable in front of Ye Feng, let alone a small country?
At this moment, not to mention the southern expedition to a small Siam, even if they follow Ye Feng to conquer the whole world, they are willing to go there without any hesitation.
"I feel that Ye War God's goal should be the sea of stars! This tiny place can no longer accommodate him!"
All the soldiers couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
"Ye Zhanshen, are you okay?"
Lu Ziling stepped forward and asked with concern.
"They are just some lonely ghosts causing trouble here." Ye Feng said calmly, "They can scare ordinary people, but they can't even think of hurting me!"
After all, Ye Feng's unique physique has been tempered many times and has already passed various tests. If you want to hurt him, you can't even think about it unless you use innate and ancient power.
"Ye Zhan Shen is indeed a god!" Everyone praised him again.
It is a great honor and a complete sense of security to be able to fight together with such gods.
Without further ado, Ye Feng got on his horse and continued to move forward.
The army passed through the black forest one after another, and then there was a smooth plain with no obstacles.
Wherever it passed, Siam's resistance was like paper, falling in the wind.
Soon, we crossed the King's Road and arrived at the royal capital of Siam.
At this time, deep in the inner courtyard of the palace, the King of Siam was still anxiously waiting for the results of the battle on the front line.
For some reason, there would be corresponding good news coming every hour on weekdays, but today, it has been several hours, and no news has come back from the front line.
The king was very anxious and worried: Is the war ahead going unfavorable?
But no, everything was normal a few days ago, and there was a high priest personally supervising the battle, so it shouldn't be a big problem.
When he thought of the amazing abilities of the high priest, the king of Siam suddenly felt relieved.
But when I thought that Daxia's reinforcements were about to arrive at the border, I couldn't help but feel worried again.
But fortunately, judging from the time, it shouldn't be so soon, and you still have to wait for a day or two.
For this reason, the king of Daxia has already prepared tickets to fly overseas the day after tomorrow.
As soon as Daxia's reinforcements arrive, no matter what the situation of the war is, as soon as the king receives the news, he will immediately board the plane to take refuge and hide far away.
The rest will be left to the ministers in the court.
In this way, no matter what kind of agreement is signed that is humiliating and humiliating the country, he, the king, is like a non-stick pan and will not take responsibility.
When the storm subsided and the army retreated, the king came back to stabilize the situation and beheaded one or two officials who signed the agreement to give an explanation to the people of the country.
Of course, if the high priest can really fulfill his mission, defeat Daxia's reinforcements in one fell swoop and create a miracle.
Then it is not too late for him, the king, to come back to attend the celebration banquet.
At that time, maybe with this victory, Siam can also get some benefits from Daxia, or even territory, and then it can become famous and make a lot of money.
Just when King Yelang was arrogantly dreaming about defeating Daxia's ambition.
"Report——!" At this time, a guard finally came to report in a hurry, and brought back first-hand news from the front line. "Dadao... the high priest... is back..."
"Oh!?" When the king heard this, he was overjoyed. "Is it possible to achieve victory and triumph so quickly!?"
After all, the return day of the high priest must be a time of triumph.
The king did not expect that it would go so smoothly!
The high priest is truly a man of God!
"What is that bloody thing in your hand?" The king saw the guard holding a round package in his hand, so he asked curiously, "Is it the head of an enemy general? Not the head of the Jingzhou God of War. ——I’ll wipe it, the high priest wants it
If you kill a war god in Daxia, you will be in big trouble! "
After all, that is Daxia's God of War.
A living God of War can be used as a bargaining chip in negotiations; but a dead God of War can be the most difficult bomb.
If this leads to a full-scale attack by Daxia, how can little Siam be able to withstand it?
However, the guard opened the cover tremblingly, and there was indeed a bloody head inside.
The king took a closer look and breathed a sigh of relief: "It turns out to be the head of the high priest... I was scared to death. I thought it belonged to the God of War in Jingzhou..."
When the king saw this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. At least the God of War of Daxia was not dead, so it wouldn't be a big problem.
But - the king suddenly widened his eyes again, took a breath, and finally reacted.
"Oh no! This...is this the head of the high priest!?"
"The high priest was killed!?"
The king fell to the ground with a thud in shock.
It's not the head of the Jingzhou God of War, which makes me happy; but it's the head of the high priest, which makes me sad.
Under the impact of this mixed sorrow and joy, the king was also shaky and unable to stand.
How could he be so good and suddenly die in battle! ? besides--!
"Didn't you say that the high priest is back?"
The king glared and questioned the guard.
"Yes...I'm back..." the guard said tremblingly, "The humble position means that the head of the high priest was sent back..."
Hearing this, the king was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
I bet this is not a triumphant return, but a death return...
