After all, ghosts are just a mob. Even if they are organized into an army, they will be immediately disrupted once they are deployed.
The fierce ghosts are in front, and the vicious ghosts follow closely behind. The evil ghosts are reduced to "exhaust gas" and follow desperately.
Seen from a distance, General Xijia's army looks like a brush of paint leaving traces. It is extremely dense at the beginning and becomes sparse towards the end.
The body of the General of Decay Armor is wearing a set of rusty iron armor. It seems that it can't stop even a toothpick, but in fact it is extremely stiff and can block the attacks of magic weapons. He relies on this set of iron armor to become one of the top defensive members of General Weeping Armor.
Therefore, every time he fights, he fights without caring about his own life. He looks like a madman and is a fierce fighting ghost.
"Old Changshi, please accept your fate!"
General Xu Jia rushed forward quickly, his eyes fixed on Taoist Changshi. If he was a real person, he would kill him. If he was an illusion, he would easily wipe him out.
On both sides of him, old evil ghosts cooperated to attack, forcing Taoist Changshi to have no time to clone himself, so he could only confront him head-on.
"brush!"
General Xujia stabbed him with a spear, hitting Taoist Changshi on the forehead, and the figure immediately disappeared.
Looking in other directions, an army of fifteen thousand ghost soldiers came into contact with the Qingxu monks behind Taoist Changshi, and they all used their killing moves. However, those Qingxu monks also disappeared without a trace.
"phantom!
The mourning general was overjoyed, but it turned out to be a cover-up, and it was shattered by a single touch.
Taoist people saw the surrounding feldspar with their Dharma eyes and felt a little regretful, but...
At the moment of contact, there were some small details that few people noticed. Although the group of people disappeared without a trace, at the moment of contact, a group of ghost soldiers fell down in unison, and those who were killed disappeared into thin air.
Isn't it possible for an illusion to do this?
"Win."
General Xijia pointed his gun at the sky, his arrogance was surging, and he was about to call on the ghost soldiers to go to the next place to sweep until he forced out the Taoist Changshi.
but……
"brush."
There was a chill behind him, and a paper dragon slowly rose from him, first a dragon head, then a dragon body...
Looking at the tail of the paper dragon again, it is still being pulled out from Taoist Changshi's palm, and it is rushing towards General Xushijia with its teeth spread out.
"How is it possible? Aren't you an illusion?"
General Xujia could clearly see that the person attacking from behind was the Taoist Changshi who had just disappeared. The person was not gone, but he turned to attack from behind.
Immediately afterwards, the fierce shouts of killing ghost soldiers were heard all around. The Qingxu monks beside Taoist Changshi appeared one after another in the flash of light and started to kill the fierce ghosts and fierce ghosts.
Lu Erqiao was shocked in his heart. Just now, their eyes were blurred and they appeared behind the enemy. What happened without even realizing it?
Could it be that this is the power of the Eight Directions Mirror Formation that allows them to freely shuttle around the battlefield to kill the enemy and win?
This time, they were caught off guard. The Qingxu monks joined forces and killed 15,000 ghost soldiers. They fell into chaos and a large number of ghosts disappeared into thin air.
"These Qingxu monks are so vicious and stubborn."
The mourning general nodded, as long as he is his real body, the rotten armor general did a good job.
He was prepared to wait for ten breaths, and when the two sides were entangled and the Qingxu cultivators were unable to escape, he would mobilize hundreds of thousands of his troops to completely annihilate this group of cultivators.
As for other illusions, there is no need to pay attention to them.
"I!"
This thought appeared in the hearts of all the remaining ‘Fangshi Taoists’, with mixed feelings that could not be described in words.
Each of them thinks that he is the main subject, so why is that ‘illusion’ always involved in killing the other person?
"We can't wait any longer, let's take action immediately and kill him by surprise."
Each of the Taoist priests in Fangshi made up their minds, and even their thoughts were exactly the same. They were mistaken for illusions, and the mourning general must have been unprepared, which was an excellent opportunity to fight.
"kill!"
Suddenly, dozens of paper dragons rose in the air, which was Taoist Changshi's signature spell.
"It's quite similar."
The mourning general crossed his arms and sneered. The spells cast by the illusion were also illusions and did not cause any harm.
These paper dragons swam gracefully and fell towards the formation behind the mourning general. With each emotional monk rising into the sky, they followed the paper dragons and entered the formation.
"It seems a little..."
As soon as the mourning general finished speaking, a paper dragon tore through the air and made a deafening explosion. A circle of ghosts rushed around and staggered around.
More paper dragons rushed into the dense crowd of ghosts, either smashing the leader into pieces or opening their mouths and biting the ghosts into two pieces.
A turn over and a swing of the tail can cause huge damage.
However, the paper dragon tore apart the large formation of ghosts, and other Qingxu monks followed closely behind, each casting spells. The ground rolled, rocks gathered, and transformed into countless tigers, leopards, and ferocious beasts, attacking the leader of the ghost soldiers everywhere.
"Really, it's all true."
The mourning general was immediately stunned. How could there be so many Changshi Taoists? All of them were of normal strength. The other Qingxu monks were all like wolves and tigers, and their eyes were red with blood.
This is unreasonable!
"The Eight Directions Mirror Array, it turns out this is the magic of the array."
A feldspar Taoist disappeared on the spot, turned into a flash of light and appeared behind a fierce ghost, opened the birdcage in his arms, and hundreds of sparrows flew out.
The sparrows chirped and surrounded the ghost, tearing it to pieces and disappearing in the blink of an eye.
He nodded towards his companions.
It turns out that so many ‘selves’ are real entities, and none of them are illusions.
This formation is so powerful that it directly increases their strength dozens of times.
Moreover, when you are in the formation, you can appear and disappear at any time, and your escape skills are faster and more difficult to defend against than ghosts.
"Wang Fu, this young palace master is actually a peerless genius who can rival Fu Yangmei."
At this moment, Taoist Changshi knew that he would definitely win.
Around the altar, Hui Xiang and others had different expressions, but they were all shocked.
The news and pictures sent back by the God of Ears were too shocking.
They didn't even know when Wang Fu laid out such a powerful formation, which increased the strength of Taoist Changshi and his party dozens of times.
If this formation could be used without any restrictions, wouldn't it be...
"Cough cough cough!"
On the altar, Wang Fu swallowed another bottle of elixir. He had no choice but to consume too much.
The moiré mirror is like a bottomless pit. In order to maintain so many mirror projections on the battlefield, it sucks a huge amount of mana from him.
Fortunately, among this group of people, Taoist Changshi, who is the most powerful, is only at level 4 and 8, which is not too much.
If the mirror image is maintained normally, no matter how many there are, it doesn't matter. But in this battle between the two sides, the mirror image has to maintain the fighting ability of the main body, and the mana consumption rises sharply.
Wang Fu practiced the Turtle Breathing Kung Fu, and his magical power was as powerful as the Three Songs and Eight Turns. He also had some elixirs to supplement his magical power, and a magic altar to increase his power, so he could finally maintain it.
Even so, the horrific expenditure frightened him.
"Just this once, never again next time."
Wang Fu made up his mind to find any excuse, and the similar Eight Directions Mirror Formation would never be used easily again.
The eyes of the fellow disciples around the altar were already moving, and they must give up this idea.
Afterwards, I found a broken mirror and said that it had been destroyed and that the magic circle could no longer be arranged.