"There's an ambush, let's go!"
Outside the Fajia spaceship, two real people who had just revealed their bodies due to locking on Wang Zijia and were shrouded in black mist wanted to retreat without saying a word.
"Haha, we're already here, why are you in such a hurry!"
"No, it wouldn't be good if my colleagues knew that I, Wan Yu, don't know etiquette!"
As the two sword cultivators laughed, the flying sword turned into a shocking aura, carrying strong sword intent, and headed straight towards the two men who were about to escape.
The two figures shrouded in black mist did not dare to stand up, they stopped decisively and started to deal with the flying swords. Two sword cultivators followed closely, and the four of them got entangled.
Yan Qimeng, the only Jurchen that Wang Zijia knew, waved his hand, and densely packed paper figures appeared and began to stand in a certain direction in the sky. They actually used the paper figures to form an array in the void.
Judging from his posture, he actually wanted to capture the two of them alive.
The two figures shrouded in ghostly mist also noticed this change and fought even harder.
"Haha, so happy!"
But facing two extremely powerful sword cultivators, it was obviously impossible to achieve results in a short period of time.
"Weng!"
To make matters worse, as the Fa Jia vibrated again, it marked that the real person who entered the main control room had completely activated the Fa Jia at this moment and completed various arrangements. With the assistance of a group of formation disciples in the main control room, they joined the battle.
Although Fajia is a spiritual weapon for immortality, it is also a spiritual weapon for war.
A third-grade war weapon is no better than a real person. Without three or five real people working together to restrain him, he could only be suppressed and beaten. Not to mention participating in a siege.
Therefore, with the addition of Fa Jia, the battle between the two figures shrouded in ghost fog becomes increasingly difficult, and there is always danger.
If Wan Yu hadn't wanted to stay alive, the battle would have ended in less than two quarters of an hour.
More and more paper figures flew out of Yan Qimeng's body, which had not made a move. Half of the sky was covered by them. Slowly, a strange formation began to take shape.
The two people who were eager to get out of the war became more and more anxious. The more anxious they were, the more mistakes they made.
"Um!"
Suddenly, as a sword light passed by, a black figure was pierced through the abdomen by the sword light, letting out a muffled groan, and the mana began to show signs of collapse.
He looked desperate and had a fierce look on his face.
"Walk!"
After the other party stood frozen for a moment, the spiritual light in his body surged, and his body quickly expanded like an inflated balloon.
The experienced Wang Zijia had originally hid in the Fajia's attic to take a peek, but seeing this, he decisively ducked into his room. This is the secondary console of Fajia, the core within the core.
If everything here is affected, Fa Jia should be almost scrapped.
"boom!"
After a short delay, a huge explosion sounded. The demon cultivator whose abdomen was pierced directly exploded into auras that filled the sky. A huge shock wave spread.
The protective shield that lit up on the Fajia kept fluctuating, and the entire Fajia swayed and moved far back.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the two sword cultivators quickly retreated a distance. Yan Qimeng stood on the deck and did not move, but the paper figurine array she was about to complete was washed to pieces.
After the shock wave, the spiritual light that diffused from the body of the exploded demon cultivator turned into an extremely filthy black soul mist, which quickly spread over half of the sky and enveloped everyone.
The black soul mist seems extremely special, like an illusion, and the magic shield has no effect. The shrouded disciples' vision not only fell into darkness, but their eyes also became hazy. Illusions appeared in their minds, their hearts suddenly became violent, and their eyes flashed fiercely, becoming more and more violent.
"call out!"
Taking advantage of this opportunity, another figure held a jade incomplete talisman on his head, like a legendary talisman, and projected a defensive shield. His whole body sprayed out a thick ghost mist. It was obvious that he had used some desperate means to turn it into a stream of light. Escape into the distance.
"Where to go!"
Two rays of sword light lit up again, and two master sword cultivators controlled the flying swords and quickly chased after them.
Yan Qimeng paused for a moment, waved her hand to put away the paper figures, and frowned as she looked at the ghosts surrounding everyone. After hesitating for a moment, he turned over his hand and threw out a blood-red paper figurine.
The paper man flew into the air, opened his mouth in the wind, and turned into a three-meter-tall giant. The giant opened his mouth and sucked. The strong wind roared, like the sea water rolling back, and all the ghost mist was sucked into the paper man's body.
As the giant turned into a paper man again, the blood-red paper man had become dark and full of filth.
At this time, the deck was full of hostility, and everyone on the verge of breaking out saw the light again, and then they suddenly woke up and came back to their senses.
Everything happened so fast just now that they were still shrouded in ghost fog and lost their vision a moment ago, but suddenly they could see the light again, and they were all very confused.
At this moment, Wang Zijia did not know when he came back to the deck, as if he had been observing the battle.
At this time, a strange real person flew out of the main control room area in the attic. Yan Qimeng looked at each other and said to Wang Zijia: "The mission continues!"
He turned over his hand and threw out a jade bottle. In the jade bottle, there was a small half bottle of crystal white sand that looked like diamond sand.
"This is Pure Spirit Sand. It can remove traces from your body to prevent you from being traced again and causing any accidents."
After saying that, without waiting for Wang Zijia to respond, Yan Qimeng and the strange real person turned into streams of light and chased towards the horizon. Standards come and go in a hurry.
Until this moment, all the disciples on Fajia were still in a state of confusion. Except for Wang Zijia, no one knows what happened?
"Junior Brother Wang, is this...?" Lei Junjie was stunned for a moment and then asked.
All the disciples also looked at Wang Zijia. Especially in the past few days, the few disciples who had had contact with the hidden real people and even worked together were the most confused.
Wang Zijia looked around at everyone calmly and said: "It's okay, let's continue our mission. This kind of thing has nothing to do with us, and it's useless if we know it!"
After saying this, Wang Zijia ignored everyone's reaction and began to organize people to clear the deck.
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After a while, under Wang Zijia's organization, the deck began to operate in an orderly manner, and Wang Zijia returned to the main control room.
At this moment, the main control room was a little quiet, and the atmosphere was a little strange. Everyone looked at a disciple in the middle of the main control room in a daze.
When Wang Zijia arrived, the disciple immediately greeted Wang Zijia and said, "This disciple has met Master Uncle Wang!"
Wang Zijia looked at the other person. This person was none other than Jing Hongbo, the man whom Wang Zijia had asked about before and was replaced by his clan brother. Wang Zijia had previously thought that there was a conflict of interests within the family.
"Ha, I really didn't know. You have a real-life cousin? Why, introduce him to me when you have time, so that I can take advantage of him?" Looking at the other party, Wang Zijia said calmly.
(End of chapter)
