After a while, King Mulu stopped, his gaze pointed forward coldly, and the soldiers who had conjured up landed one after another, surrounded by black mist, holding short knives and riding monsters, walking in unison towards this side.

The yin wind was blowing, and everyone felt a heavy sense of oppression, and they couldn't help but fall back, not because they were timid, but because they didn't know how to deal with these demon soldiers.

Just when Zhuge Liang wanted to collect his troops, a person rushed out of the camp with a roar and met this phantom army. Everyone hurriedly looked over, and it was Fan Jinqiang who rushed out, but what he was holding in his hand was not an iron rod, but Hakqi's magic knife.

"Big brother, be careful!" Wang Baoyu hurriedly shouted.

"Brother worry-free, I think I have experienced countless battles, how can I be afraid of these demons!" Fan Jinqiang said firmly, brandishing the magic knife and slashing towards those phantom soldiers.

Although it doesn't know Hackqi's spell, but the magic knife has been specially crafted, and its power is also not to be underestimated, where Fan Jinqiang's big knife passed, the phantom soldiers were scattered one after another, and the very anthropomorphic screams kept coming, piercing and terrifying.

Phantom soldiers kept coming, and a thick black mist surrounded Fan Jinqiang, and there was no one in sight. Wang Baoyu's heart was pinched, and he planned to let Yufeng Tiger make a few throats.

However, there was a sound of horses roaring in the black mist, it was Fan Jinqiang's mount floating cloud horse, followed by Fan Jinqiang's roar, with the flash of the sword, these phantom soldiers finally dispersed, revealing the majestic general inside.

Good! All the generals applauded in unison, and Zhuge Liang kept nodding his head and praised sincerely: "General Fan can be called the number one fierce general in the world." ”

"Brother Fan is selfless at heart, of course he is not afraid of these demons and monsters." Wang Baoyu said with moist eyes.

The changes that happened in front of him made King Mulu change color slightly, but he didn't expect that the magic knife that he spent a lot of money to build for his son has now become a weapon for others to attack him.

Although Fan Jinqiang is brave and invincible, the number of phantom soldiers is too many, there are millions of them, and they can't kill them at all. Moreover, as the phantom soldiers continued to disappear, those phantom soldiers who still existed, under the command of the Mulu King, became even more violent.

Countless phantom soldiers attacked Fan Jin, and Fan Jin shouted violently, and a magic knife danced several whirlpools, all of which were scattered.

"Big brother, hurry up and step down." Wang Baoyu shouted loudly, although it seemed that these phantom soldiers could not hurt Fan Jinqiang, but the physical consumption of such a payment was also huge.

These phantom soldiers seemed to be able to understand Wang Baoyu's words, and their attacks became more and more violent, and in the black mist, the sword light was dense like a spider's web.

Fan Jinqiang fought and retreated, but he was still surrounded by it and couldn't get out, he was entangled in the black mist again, and he disappeared, and the floating cloud horse roared again and again, but it seemed that the body consumption was huge, and he couldn't break free after all.

Wang Baoyu hurriedly patted the tiger's head, and the wind tiger understood Wang Baoyu's intentions, and let out a few earth-shattering tiger roars over there.

A wave of qi rushed over, although it did not repel the demon soldiers, but finally blew a gap in the black mist, and the phantom soldiers around Fan Jinqiang dissipated, but soon resurfaced as the gap was filled.

Fan Jinqiang took the opportunity to retreat into the formation, and the phantom soldiers continued to move forward, among which there was actually an archer, only to see this phantom archer, suddenly shooting arrows with a bow, and a black arrow dragging a long tail of air waves, attacking Wang Baoyu.

Of course, the Wind Tiger would not let Wang Baoyu be harmed, and immediately let out a tiger roar and rushed on top of the illusion arrow. The arrow did not dissipate, and under the impact of the air wave, it changed direction and shot towards Sun Shangxiang.

"Xiang'er, get out of the way!" Wang Baoyu hurriedly shouted.

Sun Shangxiang seemed to be frozen, he didn't know how to dodge at all, and stood on the horseback in a daze.

Xiang'er !!

Wang Baoyu let out a desperate shout, and seemed to hear the sound of heartbreak in his heart, if Sun Shangxiang and Ah Huinan died as tragically as Dong Diana, Wang Baoyu would never forgive himself.

However, at this moment, Wukong jumped up, reached out and grabbed the arrow formed by the phantom in his hand, looked at it with interest, and with a light twist, the arrow disappeared, and the black shadow left in the claw was also blown away by Wukong's gentle blowing.

"Good son, you saved your mother's life again." Sun Shangxiang, who had come to her senses, was excited, and hot tears welled up in her eyes, dripping on Wukong's head in her arms.

The phantom archer, as if related to this phantom arrow, actually spat out a mouthful of black blood, and then, with a face full of anger, he took a bow and shot an arrow at Sun Shangxiang.

Naturally, he was grabbed and twisted by Wukong again, and snorted coldly with disdain. The archers did not relent, and actually fired several arrows in unison, aiming at Sun Shangxiang. Wukong's slightly melancholy little face suddenly showed anger that he had never felt before, as if he really didn't want his mother to be hurt.

Wukong, who was dressed in human clothes, suddenly jumped off his horse and came to the front of the two armies with a twist, his small figure looked so thin that if he didn't look carefully, he might not be able to find it.

"Goku, danger, come back quickly!" Sun Shangxiang was so frightened that his face changed, as if his real son was in danger.

Wukong turned his head and grinned, suddenly clasped his ears, took out a golden needle, put it in his mouth and blew it, and in an instant, the golden needle skyrocketed, and a golden golden hoop stick appeared in front of him. Wukong held this golden hoop stick, and with a random wave, a golden light was vast like a tide, and all the black fog and phantom soldiers were defeated in an instant, dissipating into nothingness.

Ahem! The above is purely Wang Baoyu's fantasy, who made him watch the classic Journey to the West TV series no less than 20 times, readers must not complain! Let's get down to business.

Wukong came to the front of the battle, facing the countless phantom soldiers, without any fear, these phantom soldiers all stared down at it, not daring to act rashly.

Suddenly, Wukong raised his arms, frightening these phantom soldiers to retreat again and again, but there was no golden hoop stick and no fighting, Wukong just put his palms together in front of his chest, and then slowly sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes.

Alas, this little monkey is really stupid, what can the Buddha do at this time, everyone can't help but sigh for Wukong, if this cute little guy falls, everyone must feel very pity.

"Wukong, come back soon!" Sun Shangxiang shouted anxiously, her feelings for Wukong today are more than any human except Wang Baoyu.

Wukong was unmoved, still meditating cross-legged, and suddenly, a layer of golden halo appeared around Wukong's body, setting off the little monkey's original aura.

The surging phantom army, seeing this situation, actually stopped in unison, as if they did not dare to step forward.