There are only about nine hundred monks in the Zhang family, and there are only a few relatives among the thousands of monks left.
The remaining people were all monks with other surnames and were vassals of the Zhang family.
Among these people, there is naturally no shortage of people with good talents.
They practiced the inheritance of ordinary methods and made a name for themselves.
Fu Ying is one of them, even Zhang Qing has heard of him.
Together with Qingyang, they are known as the twin stars among the Zhang family.
They are better than most people in the family. 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 species of ghost broke into the chest of a monk. The latter was shivering all over, his eyes were blurred and struggling, and he fell towards the ground.
At a height of 100 meters, the monk could only fall for a few breaths.
During this process, the monk did not take the opportunity to wake up, and dug a deep hole in the ground like a huge boulder.
His physical training was good, and the shock of his energy and blood brought him back to consciousness, but soon, his expression changed drastically!
"Brother Fu, save me!"
In the sky, Fu Ying heard a call in his ears, but he had no intention of going to the rescue.
"Continue to attack. Within a quarter of an hour, we must capture that base."
"Brother Fu, if we don't save Wang Ye, he will definitely die." Someone's expression changed slightly, and the figure on the ground was surrounded by many ghosts.
"No help!" Fu Ying looked at everyone with a burning look in his eyes.
"I told you that this war is very important to the family. Whether we can rise to the top depends on this war."
"If we save Wang Ye, we may lose our own future."
"Many of you have children, and their future is also in your hands."
"No one is allowed to fall behind. If you fall behind, you will die. I will not save anyone. Likewise, if something happens to me, you don't have to save me."
Fu Ying's eyes were filled with ambition, "If you are the first to win this battle, you will definitely have a chance. You have everything you can think of and can't imagine. You can choose what to do."
The monks behind him looked at each other in disbelief, looking at Fu Ying who kept moving forward to tear apart the resistance of the ghosts, and finally followed him silently.
The mood is heavy, the ghosts' methods are invisible and boundless, and many people have no means of defense at all.
There are nearly twenty foundation-building monks in the front, and their numbers are constantly decreasing.
"Kill!" Fu Ying held the square platform in his hand. The terrifying gravity formed a unique defense around him, and even ghosts appeared in it.
"I can't stop it, Brother Fu. This formation is definitely not simple. Just wait for me to set up a formation!"
The voice of the only formation master in the team came to his ears, making Fu Ying pause for a moment.
Thousands of ghosts dancing from all directions surrounded them like a storm, among which there were no fewer than fifty ghosts building foundations.
In addition, no one had the means to actively detect traces of ghosts, and their losses were huge.
Not only the foundation-building monks in the sky, but also more than half of the Qi-training monks following the raiding formation below died in the battle.
The loss of their team was so great that many people's eyes towards Fu Ying had changed slightly.
Fu Ying was silent, and then looked into the distance. The red fire was at the front and center of the entire battlefield, where more than two hundred disciples from the third room of his family were located.
As the fairy fire rolled, an unknown number of ghosts were burned to ashes, but the number of ghosts faced there was also the most terrifying.
"This is the only chance we have to be faster than them, if we can do it..."
Whispering in a low voice, Fu Ying looked at the sky, where Zhang Qing stood with his hands behind his back, and several white-haired old men stood beside him like guards.
The young man is calm and gentle, as if everything is in the palm of his hand, and the old man Fu Ying also knows what he is doing. As long as the situation is not right, they will immediately plant golden lotus, and then lead the enemy to death together.
There is also a similar team in the direction of the Shui family. They describe it as haggard and ghostly, but as long as Zhang Qing doesn't move, they don't dare to take the lead.
From the figure hanging in the sky and the boiling flames below, Fu Ying had already guessed what Zhang Qing was thinking. He had studied everything about that person in order to get on the fast track.
"As long as you walk in front of my family, everything will be fine."
Thinking of this, Fu Ying couldn't help but look at another corner of the battlefield, where there was also a boiling fire, but it was not as bright as the fairy fire, but it was always swaying.
Qingyang, who is as famous as him, is a thousand times more lucky than him, and is already qualified to lead a large number of relatives in the family to fight.
"I have to be at the front." Fu Ying's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the others, and then landed on the extremely bloody Qi training battlefield below.
"Those who survive will thank me."
Dark yellow crystals emerged in the void like mirrors. In an instant, with Fu Ying's roar, all the crystals shattered into thousands of fragments and flew forward like a tornado.
People kept dying, and the wailing of ghosts never stopped. At the end of the road paved with blood and death, there were gradually fewer than a hundred people.
"The ghosts of the Shui family have the effect of deceiving people's hearts. Ordinary monks will be affected by the ghostly tricks."
"This war will not be easy. Too many casualties will affect the family's future."
Zhang Qing waved his hand, "It doesn't matter."
After speaking, his eyes were slightly cold, and he looked towards the most dazzling space on the battlefield besides the Golden Lotus Field.
"The breakthrough of Ancestor Shenxun and Uncle Yuxian's cultivation of golden lotus seems to have made the clan brothers of the Third Fang a little forgetful of themselves."
"They are still young, and their decline 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 clan.
"Then let's die some more."
After Zhang Qing finished speaking, he took a step forward.
The hazy mist lingers on the surface of the body, and the strong and powerful heartbeat echoes in the void in all directions.
Boom, boom!
A beam of light pierced through the darkness above the head, white and blazing. Suddenly, everyone realized that the ghostly fog that filled the sky had disappeared.
The intertwining of thunder and fire once again appeared in front of everyone, and along with so much light was the fear of thousands of ghosts in the Shui family and a roar of fright and anger.
"Ghosts, all the ghosts have appeared, they can't hide anymore!" Someone shouted in surprise, pointing to the sporadic black ghost energy around them.
"Destroy them!" Fu Ying looked overjoyed, and desperately headed towards the formation a hundred meters away.
In the entire battlefield, only the battlefield in Sanfang, which was nearly ten times different, still had a dark ghost mist.
"Ah!!!" Zhang Qing broke through the ghost mist of the Shui family's soul-stirring formation, and almost wiped out all the Shui family's advantages in an instant. Without the ghost mist, the monks' combat power against evil spirits was overwhelming. Stressful.
An elder of the Shui family watched the battlefield begin to collapse. Finally, his eyes turned red, he refined a large number of spiritual objects, and charged towards Zhang Qing with the power of a golden lotus.
"Ants also shine with brilliance!" He snorted coldly, and the infinite flames beside Zhang Qing flooded towards the man.
Everything was burned to ashes, and it just so happened that the spiritual energy soaring into the sky broke out in a corner.
Zhang Qing glanced at it, his voice was calm and loud.
"Destroy the base of the formation first, and as a reward, you will get a third-level spiritual weapon and a third-level spiritual object!"
Hearing such a voice, Fu Ying's eyes sparkled, followed by ecstasy.
He knew that this was only the most conspicuous reward, and would not be all that he received this time.
