"Yu Daosui, can you sense the strength of the corpse monster wearing white mahjong?"

Wang Foer secretly asked Yu Daosui, who was sealed in the Tianser Staff.

Yu Dao then sent a message to him and replied, "The corpse demon Ma Yi Wuxiang's strength is as strong as Yu Zhiloujia and Buddha Baluo, but his body is lively and his corpse energy is very strange, I am afraid there are other powerful means."

Although Wang Foer can also sense fluctuations in vital energy, he is much inferior to masters like Yu Daosui. The demon clan is born with different meridians, and the route of true energy is easier to detect. Even Yu Daosui said that this corpse monster is a bit strange, and Wang Foer dared not take it lightly.

He led a thousand corpse soldiers to fight, which also shared the pressure of the monk soldiers of Ranta Temple. The newly gathered refugees and robbers formed a new army without any combat effectiveness. The ability to maintain the formation was already a good result of Feng Chu's training.

The thousands of refugees gathered by Wang Fo'er had already killed or injured more than a hundred people, and even the monk soldiers of Landao Temple were damaged. Although he was a little timid about the corpse monster in the mahjong, he could only rush forward.

By the time he was approaching the corpse demon Ma Yi Wuxiang, the 1,000 corpse soldiers under him had lost 30%. If it weren't for Zhilujia, the two guardian gods of Buddha Baluo rushed forward and shared the greatest pressure, it would be unknown if the entire army would have been wiped out long ago.

Wang Foer shouted: "Ma Yi Wuxiang, come with your life! I will send you to the evil ghost reincarnation!"

The giant golden-scale wooden stick held it in his palm and immediately flew up in the sky. Dozens of stick shadows shook open in the air, and smashed it hard at the corpse demon Ma Yi Wuxiang.

Since the war started, this corpse demon did not move any action, nor did he direct his corpse soldiers, and allowed him to attack in a mess, otherwise Wang Foer and his group of monks in the Landa Temple would have been unable to hold on.

Wang Foer was in front of his head with a huge golden scale and wooden stick. He let out a strange moan, and his sleeves flipped, and a black and smelly water curtain spread out of thin air.

"Big big! Jinlinmu is back!"

Wang Foer thought with his toes, and knew that the water curtain could not be contaminated. If the golden scale wood was soaked through, it might not be used in the future. He grabbed the attacking corpse soldiers and used their true strength, and threw it out with his backhand and smashed it onto the black and smelly water curtain that was invisible.

The unlucky corpse soldier, when he touched the black and smelly water curtain, made a chirp sound like a strong sour water was poured on his body, and it melted half in the blink of an eye. Wang Foer was frightened to see it, and recalled the golden scale wood. He swung his backhand and picked up the enemy corpse soldier who rushed over after flying, and said to Zhilujia: "Go and entangle the white-robed corpse demon, and I and Fotubaluo will give you a brief formation!"

Zhiloujia agreed, jumped up and bounced his five fingers for a moment and penetrated the corpse demon Ma Yi's appearanceless black and smelly water curtain. His finger strength condensed a little, which was indeed easier to use against the water curtain.

Ma Yi Wuxiang let out another low roar, and the water curtain suddenly contracted and condensed into a column of water, twisted and trembled, falling into his palm and became a weapon that looked like a stick or a whip. He turned his hand to block Zhilujia's finger force.

The twenty or thirty corpse generals who had been surrounding the corpse demon Ma Yi Wuxiang suddenly took action and rushed towards Zhiloujia.

"It turns out that the strategy of this corpse monster is very trash. I only know how to protect myself!" Wang Foer didn't understand at first why the corpse monster was in a maoyi, and there were so many corpse generals around him but no one of them was willing to go to the battlefield. Now he finally understood.

"Futubaluo and I join forces to help Zhu Louga with his arm!"

Wang Foer judged the form and immediately issued a combat order. He gathered all the corpses under his command and rushed into the corpse demon Ma Yi's infidelity's personal guards.

Under the command of Wang Foer, their preferred target was the lowest-level ninth-grade corpse generals. With their strong strength, only half a stick of incense, these poor corpse generals were photographed by Wang Foer one by one. The corpse monster was absolutely unwilling to distribute troops to rescue his subordinates, and only knew how to shrink their troops to protect themselves.

Zhiloujia involved most of his strength, and Wang Foer succeeded very easily.

Found that this strategy is quite practical, Wang Foer was not busy surrounding and killing the corpse monster Mayi Wuxiang. He followed the corpse generals of Fotubaluo, the giant spirit corpse general and other subordinates to form a Yanyue formation and put a small team of corpse soldiers into the formation. After he quickly conquered it, he replenished the weakest one to the outside of the Yanyue formation as consumption. He was devouring the next wave of corpse soldiers.

After more than ten times, although the number of corpse soldiers under Wang Foer had not yet returned to its peak, the quality of corpse soldiers was slightly higher than the next level. After he circled around Ma Yi Wuxiang, the most elite and strongest corpse soldiers who were following this corpse monster were almost all picked up by Wang Foer.

First cut off his minions and then kill the body. The strategy Wang Foer used was not very clever. If it weren't for the poor command ability of this corpse monster, he wouldn't have achieved such powerful results.

Under the tight defense of the corpse demon Ma Yi Wuxiang, there were more than a hundred corpse soldiers and more than twenty corpse generals to protect him, and Zhiloujia could not gain any advantage even if he fought hard. Wang Foer could see that the corpse demon Ma Yi Wuxiang's skills were only equivalent to the fourth-grade human master. If it weren't for the black and smelly water curtain in his hand, which could disperse and gather, and had a strange change, and a large number of subordinates assisted him, Zhiloujia would have been defeated and killed in one fell swoop.

Wang Foer was afraid that the guardian god would be injured accidentally, so he hurriedly called Fotubaluo to help. He directed his corpse soldiers to weaken the strength of the corpse demon Ma Yi Wuxiang's subordinates.

The place where the people of Lanta Temple are stationed has almost stabilized. The Buddha's harness made the old, young, women and children squeezed into the battle tower, so naturally there were fewer worries. The monks and soldiers in Lanta Temple were all very skilled in martial arts. Although they could not be said to be one, they had enough energy to protect themselves against these ordinary corpse soldiers.

Lingshan also rushed into the deepest part of the battle formation at this time. Several monks from the Great Zizaiyuan were worried that he, the elder, followed closely behind, and rushed to the battle situation on Mayi Wuxiang's side.

Wang Foer kept evaluating the situation and felt very at ease. As the battle progressed, as long as they could kill the corpse demon who led the army, these corpse soldiers would never get together again. The battle would be considered a victory.

Wang Foer was about to make an effort to surround him and kill him. Suddenly, the corpse roared in the distance, causing Wang Foer's face to change suddenly. A large number of corpse soldiers came from a distance.
Chapter completed!