Ji Xuan and Araki both used to build cities here, but now they are abandoned. Take the troops away from the coffin mountain.
Wang Foer is not satisfied with the riding of this red-haired ostrich. This kind of bird and beast can’t fly, but it can run on its legs. The speed of the red-haired ostrich is not fast. Even Fan Jun is not only strong, but also has a long endurance. It is a very common camel animal.
Wang Foer weighs more than 500 kilograms, and this red-haired ostrich can carry it without any effort.
"Feng Chu, why haven’t you seen a city ahead?"
Feng Chu, with a scruffy face, is particularly wilting because he has no wine these days. He is listless on the shaft of a fine copper chariot. Wang Foer calls him forward and says, "There are Araki generals and Ji Xuan’s army around the coffin mountain. They have fought several times to make the number of corpse soldiers here surge, and because of his war, they have held back the two troops, so they have successively withdrawn their defenses."
"We should be able to see Ji Xuan building Fengming City today, but now it should be occupied by corpse soldiers. It is either the Bones Road in the Seven Demons of Da Lei Yin Temple or the Fengming City in Ma Yi!"
Wang Foer shook his hand and said to Yan Chimei and other three people, "Is your fire ape general fifty thousand corpse soldiers now? Should it be summoned? "
Yan Chimei sneered and said, "You can see our fire ape army corpse soldiers tonight."
Wang Foer looked around the horizon and could see a wall faintly. These days, the chances of them meeting corpse soldiers increased greatly, and those refugees were deceived. There were often groups of people who studied Wang Foer and signed contracts with them, and the number of people who were sad after each study increased.
Outside Fengming city, a group of wandering corpse soldiers are like wolves in the country, with 350,000 teams of different sizes, but all of them have a fierce spirit. Obviously, they have experienced a very fierce war before their death, and their anger is much stronger than that of ordinary corpse soldiers.
"Camp today, don’t go forward. My brother from Lantuo Temple will come with me to clean up the wandering corpse soldiers outside Fengming City."
The elder heard that Lingshan first cried out, "We have few troops and a large number of refugees. We should put them into the account of Araki General first, and then slowly plan. It’s no use if you are so reckless and afraid of putting my brother’s life in it!"
This time, even the Tanguang Buddha Tuoshi and others are accompanied and faced with hundreds of resin soldiers. This elder doesn’t even frown. At most, it’s nothing to kill all his hands and feet.
However, faced with tens of millions of corpse soldiers and those who can’t repair the corpse demon, their martial arts are profound and they have backed out, and they have to do what they can. The Buddha gave his life to feed the eagle, thinking that he could save some meat.
Wang Foer smiled and said, "The territory under the jurisdiction of General Araki is surrounded by the forces of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, Ji Xuan’s territory of the coffin mountain. If we want to go to the defector, we have to cross the past exploration path from these forces before making a decision!"
Yan Chimei snorted. The identity of the three of them has long been known by the elders, but Lingshan has a good impression on the fire ape army. He doesn’t belong to the five demon families, but his clan is attached to the Oriental wooden clan. Therefore, he strongly advocates joining hands with Araki General.
Wang Foer, who overwhelmed everyone’s controversy, said to the elder, "I’ll go to the people’s office in go to the lavatory first, and you’ll clear up a nearby corpse soldier and be attacked in the middle of the night!"
Buddha Tuoshi promised Wang Foer a hey hey smile and started to move eastward.
Feng Chu shouted behind him, "I also want to make it convenient for the abbot to wait for me." He held the ten swords in his hands. This strange sword swished with him and flew behind Wang Foer.
The two men went far to Lingshan before swearing, "This fucking thing is always my own day, and it will never advance half a step. How can we deal with these tens of thousands of corpse soldiers?"
Buddha Tuoshi announced a Buddhist name and went to meditate.
Yan Chi’s eyebrows are low. The two companions discussed it and left the brigade without saying hello.
"Feng Chu, is it true that Ji Xuan has lost a batch of treasures nearby?"
Feng Chu, who was flying across the sword hilt with both hands, said with difficulty, "I saw with my own eyes that the team carrying treasure was surrounded by thousands of resin soldiers in the seven resin demons. These resin demons don’t need those yellow and white things."
Wang Foer’s big sleeves are fluttering like feet. After these days of hard work, he finally brought the magic Beidou into the body to adapt to the lightness skill. Although it was still affected, it was largely hindered.
Chapter 1 djinn corpse will
Wang Foer was short of money and was deceived by him. Most of the refugees were destitute. He robbed thieves from all walks of life and got nourishment. In return, he needed to worry about resettling these refugees with necessary agricultural tools, planting houses and so on.
It’s better to be able to build a private force that belongs to his own starting team than to send someone to fence Feng Chu to talk. He may not believe it, but he always has to try hard to know that they met two teams of corpse soldiers, the king of Buddha, and the evil spirits were used to killing them. Even the lance was not picked up and transported, and the flame knife forced Rise of the Legend out of the water.
"Five can make the true qi form a flame in vitro, which is really beautiful, dignified and handsome!" After defeating the second group of corpse soldiers, Wang Foer’s face is very colorful. After these days, he has been practicing thirty-six strokes of the big sun flame knife. He has already practiced be adept at’s natural reaction to kill the enemy.
Feng Chu Wang Foer can’t live behind him and tout his words. Wang Foer can already win the first skill in the world. Although the flattery is unbelievable, I still hear Wang Foer feel at ease.
"According to what you said, we have almost reached the field. Why haven’t we seen the wreckage of the motorcade?"
Asked by Wang Foer about Feng Chu’s ten swords, he rubbed himself hard and was numb by the strong wind. He must have said, "I should be able to see that team in a few more miles. I remember it very clearly and I can’t go wrong!"
Wang Foer track for a few miles, naturally, it’s a blink of an eye for him. When it’s still a thing in sight, his heart stops whispering. Feng Chu and Wang Foer naturally dare not question Wang Foer behind him. He cranked the well-maintained feather fan and thought about it carefully. Suddenly, his face was full of surprises and he said, "There’s a remnant camp there. I remember that it’s where Ji Xuan’s army stationed to transport treasures."
Wang Foer saw a broken military camp as Feng Chu pointed out, and he felt a little wrong in his heart. With a wave of his hand, Jin Linmu had flown out and turned into a nine-foot-long bowl with a huge stick. Wang Foer, a Buddhist magic soldier, stretched out his hand and stood on tiptoe, slowing down and walked in the direction of the broken military camp.
As soon as the corpse roared, Wang Foer would be close to the broken military camp. When a corpse more than four meters tall came out from the inside, he dragged a mace backwards.
Wang Foer gasped when he saw this height. The Dagan Dynasty claimed that the people in djinn were generally more than two meters tall and close to three meters tall. It is not uncommon for such a tall person Wang Foer to see it for the first time.
The mace in this corpse’s hand is longer and thicker than others. Hurry up and catch Wang Foer’s thigh. Every steel nail has the thickness of an adult’s finger and blooms slightly with faint blue light. Obviously, this weapon is made in fine steel. Just hug it and you can shoot dozens of fist blood holes.
"Feng Chu, there is a question that I don’t know when to speak improperly?" Wang Foer turned around seriously and looked at the middle-aged Confucian scholar, the man who claimed to be the first military strategist in China. Obviously, he couldn’t guess the real thoughts of the future abbot of the Great Thunder Temple. He carefully replied, "You have something to say, but I said that the treasure here has never said whether there will be corpse soldiers wandering. You can’t blame me for this!"
Wang Foer laughed and said, "I think it’s more troublesome to call the road number Feng Chu. I want to ask if you can change it to a chick, but the meaning remains the same!"
Feng Chu’s face changed greatly, and his face turned red and stammered, "How can this number be called chicken chicks at random?"
The tall and abnormal corpse will explode two pale flames in her eyes, which is extremely hostile to Wang Foer and Feng Chu, the two uninvited guests. Wang Foer is relatively short in stature. This corpse will be slightly adjusted, and Feng Chu, the first target of attack, will be released. It’s already five or six feet far and near, and the wind will go straight to Wang Foer and them.
Feng Chu shouted ten wrongs, and the sword appeared around him for a turn, and even the man and the sword disappeared.
This corpse will brazenly shoot the spike stick and lose its first target. After a slight meal, it was actually handy and adjusted to hit Wang Foer’s forehead.
"This is a bit bad. I’ll try this guy’s strength!"
Wang Foer has become accustomed to the big move, the reading method and the manipulation of the giant stick Jin Linmu. His hands are empty and his hands are empty, and Jin Linmu has been flying around and smashed with the spike stick.
Boom a huge earthquake Wang Foer felt a stabbing pain in his eyes. Although he didn’t come into contact with Jin Linmu, he was moved by the massive force, which made him feel a little numb and moved. The manipulation of reading method gathered his mind, and Wang Foer saw that the tall and abnormal corpse would not be repaired in the fifth realm. With these two advantages, he didn’t expect that the tall and abnormal corpse would be born with such amazing power.
Smashing Wang Foer’s golden scale wood and sinking into a heavy tall corpse, the mace was shaken and then swept away. It turned out to be purer than the authentic Wushu of Confucianism. However, Wang Foer recognized that it was the 72-way broken soldier tactic of Yingtianyuan.
"This stupid big guy can kill me better than strength, and you are worse than me than wisdom."
Wang Foer leaped out and escaped the corpse. The mace had a horizontal beat with both hands. Jin Linmu had changed and fought with the corpse. Feng Chu emerged from nowhere and shouted, "The abbot of Foer, the giant Han, is not with the mixed-race djinn descendants of Bai Yue demon race. Not only is his strength great, but he can also transform. You should be more careful."
Wang Foer is self-sustaining and has a higher level of martial arts than the other side, and he is full of energy to defeat his opponent when he hears Feng Chu wake him up. Become what? Pure blood djinn resin will have a transformation possibility … "
Chapter 11 The real dragon serves ghosts and gods
The martial arts learned in my life are classified into ten strokes in my practice notes. The first stroke is that the five elements have changed into Wang Foer’s marrow. The seventh stroke is that the ancestors have changed into gods. This seventh stroke has the same effect as the five emperors’ dragon boxing. One or seven changes can temporarily become the true body and power of the demon ancestors. The third change among the earth creatures is the punishment.
"This big guy is afraid of getting bigger!"