The number of monks in the Zhang family's family is only about 900, and the remaining thousands of monks only have a small number of relatives.

The rest of the people are all monks with foreign surnames and are vassals of the Zhang family.

Among these people, there is naturally no shortage of talented people.

They practiced the inheritance of ordinary laws, and they also made a name for themselves.

Fu Ying is one of them, even Zhang Qing has heard of the other party's name.

Together with Qingyang, he is known as the twin stars among the surnames of the Zhang family.

They are better than most of the people in the family, and the only thing they lack is inheritance and resources.

In the sky, compared to Zhang Qing's carelessness, the lowly monks were much more nervous.

The ghost roared, and an unknown kind of ghost creature broke into the chest of one of the monks, who was shivering, his eyes were confused, and he fell to the ground.

At a height of 100 meters, the monk fell for only a few breaths.

In the process, the monk did not take the opportunity to wake up, and smashed a deep pit into the earth like a boulder.

His physical cultivation was good, and the shock of qi and blood made him recover from his confusion, but soon, his face changed drastically!

"Brother Fu, save me!"

In the sky, Fu Ying heard the call in his ears, but he didn't mean to go to the rescue.

"Keep attacking, and in a quarter of an hour, we need to take that base."

"Brother Fu, if you don't save Wang Ye, he will definitely die." Someone's face changed slightly, and the figure on the ground was already surrounded by many ghosts.

"Don't save it!" Fu Ying's eyes were full of spiciness, looking at everyone.

"I told you that this war is very important to the family, and whether or not you can take advantage of this to soar into the sky depends on this war."

"If we save Wang Ye, what we lose may be our own future."

"Many of you have children, and their futures are in your hands."

"No one is allowed to be left behind, to fall behind is to die, I will not save anyone, in the same way, if something happens to me, you don't have to save me."

Fu Ying's eyes were full of ambition, "This battle will be the first, there will be a chance, you have everything you can't think of, what to do, you choose for yourself." ”

The monks behind him looked at each other, looking at Fu Ying, who was constantly tearing forward to tear the ghost things to resist, and finally followed behind the other party in silence.

The mood is heavy, the ghostly means are invisible, and many people have little means of defense.

Nearly twenty foundation building monks are making up the arrow, and the number is constantly decreasing.

"Kill!" Fu Ying held the square platform in his hand, and the terrifying gravity formed a unique defense beside him, and even the ghosts were manifested in it.

"I can't stop it, Brother Fu, this formation base is definitely not simple, wait for me to arrange a formation!"

The voice of the only formation mage in the team sounded in his ears, causing Fu Ying to pause for a moment.

Thousands of ghost dances surrounded them like a storm in all directions, and there were no less than fifty ghosts that had built the foundation and cultivated.

Coupled with the fact that no one has the means to take the initiative to detect the traces of ghosts, their losses are great.

Not only the foundation building monks in the sky, but also the Qi cultivation monks who followed the sweeping array below, more than half of them died in battle.

The loss of their branch was so great that many people's eyes looking at Fu Ying had faintly changed.

Fu Ying was silent, and then looked into the distance, the red flame was the center of the entire battlefield, where more than two hundred disciples in the third room of the family were located.

In the rolling of the fairy fire, I don't know how many ghosts were burned to ashes, but the number of ghosts faced there was also the most terrifying.

"It's the only chance, we have to be faster than them, as long as we can do ......"

Whispering, Fu Ying looked at the sky, where Zhang Qing stood with his hands in his hands, and several white-haired old men beside him stood like guards.

The young man was light and light, as if everything was in the palm of his hand, and those old men Fu Ying also knew very well what they were doing, as long as the situation was not right, they would immediately plant golden lotus, and then take the enemy to die together.

The same team also has one in the direction of the Shui family, and they describe the withered tree as a ghost, but as long as Zhang Qing does not move, they dare not take the lead.

The figure hanging in the sky, the boiling flames below, Fu Ying had already guessed Zhang Qing's thoughts, and he had studied everything about that person in order to take a fast lane.

"As long as you are ahead of your family, you will have no worries."

Thinking of this, Fu Ying couldn't help but look at another corner of the battlefield, where there was also a fire boiling, but it was not as brilliant as the fairy fire, but it was always swaying.

Qingyang, who is as famous as him, is thousands of times better than him, and he is already qualified to lead a large number of relatives of his family to fight.

"I have to be at the front." With his eyes slightly condensed, Fu Ying looked at the others, and then landed on the incomparably bloody Qi training battlefield below.

"Those who survive, will thank me."

The dark yellow spars appeared in the void like a mirror, and in an instant, with Fu Ying's roar, all the spars shattered and turned into thousands of fragments, roaring like a tornado and flying forward.

People continued to die, and the wailing of ghosts never stopped, and at the end of the road paved with blood and death, there were gradually fewer than a hundred.

"The ten thousand ghosts of the Shui family have the effect of confusing people's hearts, and ordinary monks will be affected by the ghostly tricks in it."

"This war will not be easy, and too many casualties will affect the future of the family."

Zhang Qing waved his hand, "It's okay." ”

After speaking, his eyes were slightly cold, and he looked at the most dazzling space on the battlefield except for the Golden Lotus Battlefield.

"The breakthrough of the ancestor of Shenxun, as well as the golden lotus of the uncle of the Yuxian clan, seem to make the brothers of the third room a little forgetful."

"They're still young, and their depravity is inevitable, what are you going to do?" A clan elder looked at Zhang Qing, they already knew that Zhang Qing wanted to use this war to destroy the Shui family to warn the clansmen.

"Then let's die a little more."

After Zhang Qing finished speaking, he stepped forward.

A hazy mist lingered on the surface of the body, and the sound of a strong and powerful heartbeat echoed in the void in all directions.

Knock, knock!

A beam of light pierced down from the darkness overhead, snow-white and blazing, and in a trance, everyone realized that the ghostly fog in the sky had disappeared at some point.

The interweaving of thunder and fire once again appeared in front of everyone, and with so much light, it was the fear of the thousands of ghosts of the Shui family and a roar of rage.

"Ghosts, ghosts are all revealed, they can't be hidden!" Someone shouted in surprise, pointing to the scattered black ghosts around them.

"Destroy them!" Fu Ying's face was overjoyed, and he desperately went to the formation base a hundred meters away.

In the entire battlefield, only the battlefield with a difference of nearly ten times that of the third room still existed in the dark ghost fog.

"Ah!!h Zhang Qing broke through the ghost fog of the Shui family's Ten Thousand Ghost Dementor Array, and almost emptied all the advantages of the Shui family in an instant, without the ghost fog, the monk's suppression of the evil ghosts' combat power was overwhelming.

An elder of the Shui family watched the battlefield begin to devastate and rout, and finally his eyes were red, refining a large number of spiritual objects, and he was wrapped in the power of the golden lotus and killed Zhang Qing.

"Mole ants, also shine!" With a cold snort, the infinite flames beside Zhang Qing drowned towards the man.

Everything was burned to ashes, and it just so happened that the aura that rushed to the sky exploded in a corner at this time.

Zhang Qing looked at it, and his voice was calm and loud.

"Break the formation base first, reward, one third-order spirit soldier, one third-order spirit object!"

Hearing such a voice, Fu Ying's eyes revealed a fine light, followed by ecstasy.

He knew that this was only the most conspicuous reward, and it would not be the whole story of this first place.