Chapter 48 Heads-up or group fighting

Fahai's argument did not have any effect, and in desperation, he had no choice but to put aside his mercy and step into the air to face the enemy directly.

As the saying goes, when a show meets a soldier, it is unreasonable to say, and sometimes, force is better than words.

When the red-haired man saw Fahai come out to fight, he suddenly bared his teeth and smiled, with a strange look on his face.

Fahai was stunned for a moment, and for a while, he was a little confused.

"Hahaha", the red-haired man suddenly laughed, he pointed at Fahai, "Since you are here to fight, let's say, how do you want to fight"?

Fahai clasped his hands together, "Donor, how you want to fight, the monk can fight."

"Okay, monks, it's refreshing enough", the red hair gave a thumbs up, he turned his head to look at the group of subordinates behind him, turned his head, and quietly made a gesture back with his left hand, "Since you are so refreshing, and everyone is out to eat, it's not easy, then I won't grind", he stretched out two fingers forward, "Give you two choices: one, you one singled us out, two, we beat you one by one, how"?

Fahai is instantly petrified, what kind of play is this?

"Hahaha", the red-haired man looked at the statue of Fahai in his eyes, and was proud for a while, "Boy, you think we all eat dry rice", he said viciously: "Group beating is our Shui Tribe's specialty, and bullying more and less is our housekeeping skill, since you don't eat meat, then don't blame Grandpa I'm welcome", after speaking, he waved his hand back vigorously, "Brothers, crush these two monks to death for me, this respect is rewarded."

As soon as the words fell, thousands of soldiers and horses behind him raised their weapons together, and with a hula, they all rushed up.

Wukong saw that it was not good, and hurriedly shouted: "Senior Brother Fahai, retreat quickly."

"Hehe, since you're here, let's stay", the red-haired man swirled the spirit flag in his hand in the air, and silently recited the spell in his mouth, and saw a terrible yin wind suddenly blowing out of thin air, and in the yin wind whirling around, more than a dozen lonely souls and wild ghosts emerged from the spirit flags in turn, and the lonely souls and wild ghosts were either headless, or stumps and broken arms, and circled around the spirit flags in mid-air, and there were bursts of terrible strange screams from their mouths.

With a strange roar from the red hair, more than a dozen lonely souls and wild ghosts opened their teeth and claws, screaming and rushing towards Fahai.

Fahai's sleeves flicked, and his suspended body quickly floated backwards, while his left hand stretched forward and bent slightly, and the mouth of his right hand was facing the grim ghost that was wandering and flying in front of him.

The mouth of the pitch-black bowl was wide open, and a faint golden light appeared all over the body, and under the full urging of Fahai, I saw a series of circular ripples with the bowl mouth as the center, rippling out one after another, like a spiral, quickly applying to the flying ghost.

In mid-air, more than a dozen ghosts flew around under the control of the red-haired man, dodging and pursuing.

Lonely ghosts are not zombies, they are mostly extracted after death and refined using dark secret methods. Therefore, although the lonely ghost is a ghost, it is actually a puppet, without a mind and a physical body.

However, they can't be regarded as real ghosts, because they only obey the control of the refiner, and they are very difficult.

Among them, the lone ghost is the most powerful, in addition to being able to simply obey the controller's manipulation command to cast mana, it can be regarded as the legendary corpse poison.

Corpse poison, fishy and vicious, ordinary people will die if they are stained with stars; even if a person who cultivates immortals is careless, he will be contaminated with corpse poison, and his vitality will be greatly damaged if he does not die.

Therefore, this is a very vicious and indiscriminate technique, and it is generally not practiced if it is not a side-door.

Anyone who practices this method is either a person who is evil in body and mind, or a person who is dark and cruel in his heart.

Fahai was a little puzzled, this kind of ghost control technique was generally only practiced and used by the corpse exorcism sect in the south or some unknown side sects, and even the underworld was very opposed to this kind of vicious cultivation method. And how can this red-haired man say that he is also a person from the Huaihe Dragon Palace, as a person of the Water Clan and the Dragon Clan, it is rare to hear that someone practices this kind of evil spell.

But this is just a little doubt for him, and at this moment, he can't think too much.

As a disciple of Buddhism, he knows a little bit about the power of this lonely soul and wild ghost.

Fahai's body was agile and dodged in the air, and at the same time, he recited the Dharma Vajra Rule, and with the bowl in his hand, he instantly annihilated the remnants of the three ghosts.

Lonely souls and wild ghosts like yin and cold, and are naturally afraid of yang and righteousness, so this Buddhist Diamond Sutra can just be restrained.

After several battles, in a terrible scream, two more ghosts were wrapped in the spiral circle of light shot out of the bowl, and they disappeared in an instant.

The remaining ghosts were under the control of the red hair, and when they saw the sea as they were not easy to deal with, they quickly bypassed the bowl aperture, changed their strategy, and slaughtered in the direction of Wukong.

Wukong was also a little helpless at this time, around him, there were fifty or sixty water tribe masters wandering and fighting, and on the periphery, there were hundreds of water armies holding weapons, wandering and shouting. More periphery, a piece of black pressing, and countless more.

These sailors really want to bully more and less.

Although most of the water tribe side is in the early and middle stages of the spiritual realm, there are many people, and if one is killed, two will be quickly added later.

From the beginning of the war to the present, Wukong has no memory of how many water tribes have killed enemies. There are indeed too many soldiers from the water tribe this time, although there is no 100,000 sailors that the red hair said, but it is roughly estimated that there should be more than 10,000 sailors.

With so many people, after a long time, the beating hands will be weak.

But sometimes, the difference in mana is too great, and it is indeed a bit not enough to rely on the tactical battle of the crowd alone.

Wukong knows that this kind of battle can't be fought with the other party, let alone be stiff and rigid.

Therefore, he adopted a flexible and mobile guerrilla tactic.

These water ghosts don't have high mana and a large number of people, so it's really hard to fight.

Wukong was ruthless in his heart, anyway, there are many water demons in the river, and if you kill them, you will kill them, and it is not bad for these small fish and shrimp.

With the help of the Kunpeng Divine Feather, he held the Ugin long stick he had snatched with a rod, rolled and swept in the air, rushing left and right.

At this time, there is no reason to talk about, and there can be no mercy.

Poof, five or six shrimp soldiers were cut off by a stick.

Bang, more than a dozen black fish demon soldiers were swept by him with one kick and burst one after another.

Bang, seven or eight more river mussel spirits were smashed into mussel shells by him with a stick, and fell to the ground screaming.

For a time, fish heads, shrimp heads, ****, and ghost heads flew around in the air, sprinkling patches of blood rain out of thin air.

Wukong was secretly frowning while fighting and killing.

Because, as soon as someone in front of them lost their lives and withdrew from the battlefield, more sailors would immediately rush up with swords and guns in the back, quickly replacing the gap in the battle.

He found that although the mana of these Huaihe water troops was not high, they were all fierce, especially good at group fighting.

However, these guys don't have a lot of mana, so how can they fly in the air collectively?

He looked suspicious.

He secretly used his fiery eyes and investigated carefully, but found no clues.

A little distraction, a lot of weapons have already been cut down.

Helpless, he had no choice but to continue to slash and guerrilla.

In fact, Wukong had no intention of using a heavy hand, but unfortunately, the battle had already begun, and once someone saw the popularity, the two sides were entangled and fighting, and they couldn't care about anything else.

This instantly formed a vicious circle, because the water tribe in the back found that the previous one had died, the races were connected by blood, and when they saw the blood splashing, the remaining little cowardice would also be instantly ignited bloody, and they would only fight more desperately to the end.

Wukong raised the stick in his hand, and with a shake of his wrist, a turtle spirit was smashed to pieces.

Bang, a loach essence was kicked away with his left foot, and a side spin with his right foot, bang, another river shrimp essence was kicked hundreds of meters away, and it turned into a little blood with a bang.

"Kill, kill", in the distance, many shrimp soldiers and crabs will be ruthless in their mouths, wielding various weapons, and swarming.

"Avenge the Shrimp Seventh Brother".

"Avenge the mussels".

"Hack them to death".

Many water demons stared at blood-red eyes and raised their arms and roared.

Immortal cultivators engage in air battles, with wide airspace, fast flight speed, and large combat radius.

For a time, in the sky within a radius of hundreds of miles, figures flew over, shouting bursts, and from time to time people from the water tribe fell to the clouds.

At the other end, seven or eight remnants of lonely souls and wild ghosts, bypassing Fahai, carrying a piercing monster scream, roared from a distance, and rushed straight to Wukong.

Looking at the sea again, surrounded by hundreds of water tribes at this time, he was also tired of fighting and had no time to clone.

Wukong is not afraid of battle, and adopts the tactics of breaking through each and running after fighting, and his body shuttles back and forth in the air with the help of Kunpeng Shenyu, and everywhere the stick goes, there is a bloody wind and rain.

Behind him, seven or eight ghosts followed him like shadows, closely chasing.

Wukong secretly calculated, this water ghost is easy to fight, but this wild ghost is not easy to fight, one is not good, and if you are bitten and scratched by these wild ghosts, it will be more than worth the loss.

Therefore, he kept changing his course in the air, fighting and retreating, trying to confuse the control of the red hair, while his eyes secretly searched for Fahai's figure.

After flying quickly for a cup of tea, Wukong saw the opportunity, his body froze, and he suddenly hovered in mid-air.

He looked at the lonely ghost roaring in front of him, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.

The red hair in the distance could see it clearly, his heart trembled, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and the soul banner in his hand hurriedly cast a soul control technique, trying to recall those remnant souls.

It's a pity that the seven or eight wild ghosts were already biting tightly, and the distance was too close, and between the lightning and stone fire, they were already approaching seven or eight meters in front of Wukong, and they didn't have time to accept the order again.

At this moment, Wukong's body trembled lightly in front of him, and he suddenly disappeared.

Redfur was stunned.

I saw Wukong's original position, a basin-sized pitch-black bowl quietly suspended in the air, blooming with circles of black gold light.

"Not good", the red fur yelled.

"Poof, poof, poof".

"Ahh

A desolate scream rang out, and in the midst of the scream, the seven or eight lonely souls and wild ghosts disappeared in the blink of an eye, turning into ashes.

Not far away, Wukong clapped his hands and extended a thumbs up to Fahai in the distance.

Five hundred meters in front of Wukong's left, the red-haired man saw that all the more than a dozen wild ghosts he had carefully refined for many years had been destroyed, and his heart ached, he looked at Fahai and Wukong, and secretly gritted his teeth fiercely.

He quickly searched the battle airspace with his eyes, and found that the crowd tactics he had been accustomed to not only did not play any role this time, but instead suffered heavy casualties. His brows furrowed, a whistle in his mouth, and the group of sailors who were fighting retreated back five hundred meters one after another.

Wukong saw that the navy army was retreating, and did not rashly pursue, he took a few strides in the air and came to Fahai's side.

"What the hell are these guys going to do?" Goku asked.

Fahai shook his head, "It's impossible for these sailors to be out of the water for too long", he pondered for a moment, "It's been an hour, it's a bit unreasonable."

"Yes, I also secretly observed, these water ghosts who came to fight, except for the few guys at the beginning, whose cultivation is slightly higher, the rest of them are all around the spiritual realm, just a spiritual realm, how can they collectively fly in the air?" Wukong frowned and said.

"Maybe they have some kind of secret treasure to support them, or some kind of aquarium secret method," Fahai blurted out.

"Well, that's a solution, but what kind of treasure is it?" Goku frowned.

"I don't know what to do, maybe, let's take a look at it," Fahai said calmly.

Wukong was silent, and he raised his eyes in the direction of the water tribe.

What kind of secret treasure is it? Wukong was curious.

Five hundred meters away, there were more than a dozen water ghosts who looked like team leaders around Hongmao, muttering something quietly.