In the sky above the ghost realm, a dazzling light group rose. There was no sky in the ghost realm, and it was the sun and the moon.
From the light group, there was a faint sound of thunder bursting, which was confirmed to be the thunder method of Ding Zhangdian.
Everyone looked at it from a distance and saw the ball of light moving slowly, stumbling forward in the darkness, bumping into something from time to time, and turning in the other direction. It looked quite tragic and heroic as if it was the enemy of the whole world.
"If Master fights Da Yaksha again, our side cannot stop. Thunder and fire will kill the ghosts."
The last four words became the signal for the war to begin.
Mew!
The sinister wind swept over, and fierce ghosts with powerful auras led the evil ghosts to kill from all directions.
From time to time, illusions descend from the sky, trying to confuse everyone's vision, making them addicted to it and losing their fighting spirit.
There are also many ghosts emerging from rock cracks and underground, turning into trees, grass, and rocks with squirming flesh and blood.
"Please come to God, please come to God, God will come down from heaven to earth."
"Men and women worship, young and old worship, worship day and night, and offer incense."
"First, I seek peace for the whole family, second, I seek the well-being of the young and old, third, I seek wealth and great honor, and fourth, I seek..."
The smell of incense and candles carried in the wind, accompanied by the sound of divine prayers being sung.
In a moment, the sea of ghosts parted on both sides, and a group of joyful processions came forward, decorated with lanterns and colors, dressed in red and green. Strong men carried large and small statues of gods, draped in brocade robes, and surrounded by pairs of arms, holding pig heads.
Fresh fruits, flower baskets and other offerings.
The numb faces were filled with crazy piety. Looking around, countless faces gathered like water drops to form an ocean.
"Ghost worship."
Each of these ghosts received sacrifices as idols, and their bodies were condensed with a layer of rich incense.
From a distance, it looks like a golden statue.
In a sense, these ghosts have become golden bodies and are more difficult to deal with than ordinary ghosts.
"superior."
Without waiting for Wang Fu's order, Xiong Qili and others led the crowd into battle, each casting spells to kill the group of incense ghosts.
"It's easy to ask God but hard to send him away."
A faint sigh sounded in the air.
In an instant, golden light burst out, and statues of gods rose up, with compassion on their faces, some holding wooden staffs and sharp arrows, or holding water bowls and fruit baskets, filled with the rich scent of incense.
The gusts of wind were like knives, and beams of magical fire light shot into the sky, falling into the formation in the blink of an eye, stirring up large swaths of golden light.
The condensed golden body of the ghost remained motionless when attacked by wind and fire. There was a burst of carnival all around, and countless believers knelt on the ground, kneeling and kowtowing with tears streaming down their faces.
"Master, let me go!"
Lu Sanbao saw an opportunity and volunteered. "Okay."
With Wang Fu's approval, Lu Sanbao stepped forward bravely, stood at the front line, and began to brew the five-point divine thunder.
boom!
After a moment, the thunder light rose up, fell like falling, and hit the bodies of the incense ghosts, scattering the golden light.
In this world, only ghosts and gods are the true gods. These ghosts rush to accept sacrifices and kneel down to worship. They are just false gods, which leads to the incense being mixed and impure. It may seem deep but cannot withstand the big waves.
Five points of divine thunder exploded, and Lu Sanbao became more proficient in his thunder method. With the power of thunder, he wandered between existence and non-existence, seizing the flaws and intruding fiercely.
boom!
The lightning ripped open a gap in the golden light of the sky, followed closely by subsequent killing moves, and all kinds of wind and fire spells were poured into it.
After a while, the incense ghosts suffered heavy casualties, the golden light of the incense was beaten to pieces, and even the ignorant believers were left alone.
A cluster of white flags was raised to the west, signaling the arrival of new troops.
As soon as Wang Fu waved his hand, a new batch of disciples came to fight, taking over from the previous companions.
At the same time, to the east, north and south, a large number of ghosts formed one after another and launched an offensive towards them.
"Don't panic, each of you is responsible for what's in front of you, and you must protect your companions behind you."
In the crowd, Jince disciples kept shouting loudly. As the backbone, they organized many disciples to build a defense line.
Wang Fu took a deep breath, raised his hand, grabbed five or six balls of lightning out of thin air, and threw them out.
Puff puff!
The lightning seemed to have eyes. It found its target in the vast sea of ghosts. It was several ghosts with fierce auras. Compared with the companions around them, they looked like elite leaders.
"ah!"
With a flash of lightning, the ghost immediately disappeared without a trace.
Wang Fu took out the moiré mirror. At this time, a cloud flew from the sky. If he looked carefully, it was indeed composed of countless black spots.
Each black spot is a ferocious evil ghost with two wings on its back, or even a fierce ghost, about to pounce to the ground from mid-air.
"receive."
Under the influence of mana, the moiré mirror emits mirror light as thick as a water tank, rising in the shape of a funnel, and in the blink of an eye it enlarges into a cluster of light clouds, covering the group of flying ghosts.
Gudong!
There was a swallowing sound, and all the flying ghosts disappeared in the mirror.
Wang Fu used his magic power to extinguish the space in the mirror, and wiped out all the tens of thousands of flying ghosts trapped inside.
The situation is becoming more and more critical. Ghosts are constantly joining in the surrounding area, and tens of thousands of them are being added.
Neng Chuli, Bian Yunlong, the Zhao brothers, and Si Nanfeng who met on the way, as well as a group of elders, began to play the role of firefighters, dealing with powerful characters among ghosts everywhere.
Suddenly, the whole line was in emergency.
Wang Fu put away the moiré mirror, took out the ax with his backhand, poured the magic power of Crane's Breath into it, and the white light condensed.
"Give it all."
Suddenly, a strong wind blew around all the members of the Thunder Fire Sect, and chills spread all over their bodies. The flying axes flew past them, leaving behind whistling waves of air.
By the time they reacted, the flying ax had already rushed into the sea of ghosts, scraping out an endless empty path. Countless ghost parts were flying in both directions, like flesh and blood cut open by wounds.
The power of an ax can kill thousands of ghosts, but compared to the number of ghosts around, it is only a drop in the bucket.
Kill them all.
Everyone has this idea. The ghosts are overwhelming like locusts. Even if the spells exhaust their power, they cannot kill through the sea of ghosts around them.
Killing the enemy has become a survival instinct. Once they stop, they will be submerged in the sea of ghosts and die without a trace of their bodies.
More and more eyes are focused on Wang Fu.
Sometimes Wang Fu's cloud-patterned mirror would hit a pot, sending it into the space in the mirror to destroy it; sometimes it would fly axes through the ghosts, leaving an endless empty path; sometimes it would summon thunderclouds to cover the ground and wash the ground on a large scale.
The number of ghosts who died under his hands was close to one million. Although most of them were evil ghosts, it was still an extremely shocking number.
Many older generations realize that since Ding Zhang Palace, a new generation of war gods from Thunder Fire Palace has been born.
What's particularly shocking is that Wang Fu's attacks are all extremely powerful and exhausting. Without stopping for a breath, he directly deals damage that would put even those at the highest level of Jiuqu to shame.
However, Wang Fu knew that the situation was not optimistic. The vast sea of hebi was exhausted, and he only had twenty elixirs left.
If this continues, he can only chew tea leaves to regain his mana and continue working hard.
This actual battle in Gushan is truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, more real and cruel than the ghost cave.
Wang Fu looked around, and saw people taking out tea bags from their arms one after another, chewing some spiritual tea to replenish their mana, and taking advantage of the hard-won gap during the rotation, they used their exercises to relieve fatigue and injuries.