Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 719: Siege

More than a dozen ghosts hid in the stream, attached themselves to the swimming fish, tried their best to suppress the breath on their bodies, and swam back and forth with the fish.

A terrifying divine sense swept back and forth in the vicinity, not letting go of a tiny bit of space.

a long time.

Only then did the divine thoughts slowly go away with a little unwillingness.

The ghosts hiding here did not let down their vigilance. They had been fooled once before, and they were found by the returning spirit as soon as they let go.

There are thirty ghosts in a group, and less than half of them are left now, that's why.

Another moment passed.

"Hui Hou." A divine thought came quietly:

"what to do?"

"It's not an option to hide like this!"

As the number of dragons superimposes, the dragon's power and divine sense will continue to increase, and sooner or later it will exceed the method of concealment.

Even worse,

They seem to already know the general location of the ghosts hiding, and their spiritual thoughts scan back and forth, and it won't be long before they have nowhere to escape.

Facing the common enemy, the two groups of originally hostile Lord Hou also had to join forces to seek survival.

"The dragon clan has woven a light curtain in the north. It is impossible to break through silently. How about we try another direction?"

There is a suggestion from a ghost.

"Stupid!" Huihou snorted:

"The light curtain is obviously trapping us, how could it be only in the north, they are now compressing our movable range."

"Then……"

"Siege and kill together!"

"ah!"

"Then what to do?"

All the ghosts changed color one after another.

"Don't worry." Hui Hou showed his ghost body and looked into the distance:

"There are quite a few dragons nearby, but my brothers are not weak. If you really want to fight to the death, there must be opportunities to find."

"us……"

"Successful!"

Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed:

"Go!"

All the ghosts were frightened birds, they moved in unison when they heard the sound, and flew forward for several miles in a blink of an eye, no mountains, rocks or trees could block the ghost body.

"Hui Hou!"

A ghost yelled:

"There is movement ahead!"

The aura in front of them was familiar yet somewhat strange, obviously they were brothers who were not on good terms.

But at this time, it is obviously impossible for the targets of the dragon clan to escape alone, so they might as well cooperate.

All the ghosts looked at each other, and several flashes appeared near the sensing position.

"Heart Sword Princess?"

"General Shan!"

"Marquis Chengtian!"

When a group of ghosts met, they suddenly discovered that there was not only one brother here, but several people and horses gathered here, and many of them were masters.

Especially Meng Shan, whose aura is revealed, is already a middle-level ghost king.

Seeing this, all the ghosts couldn't help being shocked.

"Do not talk nonsense."

Meng Shan looked back, looked at the dozen or so dragons who had come chasing after Huihou, and lightly raised the moon-covering knife in his hand:

"Kill them first!"

"good!"

Huihou's eyes flickered, and he took the initiative to turn back his body. His arms shook in mid-air, and hundreds of bone spurs that were several feet long roared out.

The bone spurs are white, with mysterious runes on them, and when they touch the Longwei Divine Sense in front, they explode instantly.

"Boom..."

Amidst the roar, the bone powder flickered, and the spiritual thoughts gathered by a group of dragons suddenly scattered, and then a knife slashed into it.

It's Mengshan!

In the absence of the tenth-rank dragon clan sitting in charge, and without the blessing of Longwei, the ninth-rank dragon clan was almost unable to contend in front of him.

"Shua!"

"puff!"

The dragon's head fell off.

Cheng Tianhou, Princess Xinjian, and even the ghost king beside them also joined hands.

A group of ghost kings are all veterans who have experienced many battles, and they can have the upper hand against dragons of the same level, not to mention bullying the few with more.

The fight ended briefly.

"Pack up and leave quickly."

Mengshan holding a knife and overlooking:

"There is a tenth-order dragon family coming."

He is not afraid of the tenth level, but there is also a fire dragon of the eleventh level nearby, as long as they are dragged for a while, then...

No one can escape!

…………

"It's you?"

The five-headed ghost raised its head to the sky and roared angrily:

"Little box, get out of here!"

Roaring angrily, he turned into a black cloud and chased him across the sky. Five ferocious and terrifying ghosts rolled from time to time in the black cloud.

Even now, why he still doesn't understand, it must be that the small box got the news of other ghost clan from him, and then sold it to the dragon clan.

What's more, even he himself was betrayed!

Seeing being trapped, maybe even close to death, how can you not be annoyed?

The only puzzle in his mind now is how the small box, which is obviously not strong in ten miles, can escape from him?

"Ah……"

At this time, the small box was lying on the back of Mr. Yang, shuttling between mountains and rivers. Hearing the sound, he turned his head and glanced, then smiled disdainfully:

"Senior, don't you plan to teach him a lesson?"

"It's not necessary." Yang Jun said in a muffled voice:

"The five-headed ghost has already reached the middle level of the ghost king, and his natal supernatural power is extremely weird. Even if I kill him, I'm afraid I will be injured."

"Let the Dragon Clan come by themselves."

It is not afraid of the five-headed ghost.

The five-headed ghost is indeed powerful, and can devour people with similar bloodlines to strengthen its own strength. At a young age, it has already become a middle-level ghost king.

equal to him.

But Mr. Yang was in this state two thousand years ago, with countless means and stronger strength.

If you really want to do it, it's just a matter of trouble.

not to mention……

Now is not the time to deal with the five-headed ghost.

It narrowed its eyes, stepped on the ground with all four hooves, and the rocks below were shattered. It flew for several miles with the ghost on its back, and jumped over a big mountain in a few jumps.

Ahead, there is already a huge net opened by the Dragon Clan.

"Boy."

Mr. Yang said:

"Call the dragon clan to come and solve the trouble!"

"..." Little Box's eyes flickered, and he nodded slowly:

"good!"

As he spoke, he took out a bone flute from his body, which made a soft and crisp sound.

The bone flute was a token given to him by the dragon clan. It was made from a part of the skull of an eleventh-rank dragon clan, and it naturally possessed dragon power.

A desolate, melodious voice sounded, and the dragon clan in the distance looked back, all raised their heads to the sky and screamed, and rushed towards this place.

There are more than a dozen dragons, including three ninth-level dragons and one ice dragon.

The group of dragons came fiercely, showing their murderous intent.

"Senior." The little box turned pale, and its body was tense, immediately lowered its voice, letting the divine thoughts of the Dragon Race sweep over itself, and said:

"Do you think the Dragon Clan will keep their promise and let us go?"

"they……"

"Will you just do us too?"

"Don't worry." Yang Jun glanced at him and said:

"Before killing the other ghosts, they will definitely not, but after that, whether they will let go is another matter."

"Then it's all right." Xiaohe heaved a sigh of relief:

"With the seniors here, we can take advantage of the chaos and leave. We just don't meet them when the time comes."

"That's right." Mr. Yang nodded, and continued to dash forward, intersecting with the group of dragons, and the group of dragons did not attack them.

"Roar!"

"Peng!"

The five-headed ghost collided with a group of dragons.

The five-headed ghost, who was already a middle-level ghost king, was terrifying in strength. Facing the group of dragons, he didn't lose the slightest bit of wind. The five-headed ghosts opened their mouths and directly swallowed a low-level dragon.

Tongue twisted, blood splashed, and his face was ferocious.

"Roar!"

The dragons roared and rushed wildly.

"Hmph!" Mr. Yang looked back from a distance, his eyes narrowed when he saw this:

"The strength of the five-headed ghost is indeed good, but there is something wrong with his brain, he is too impulsive, and he may be doomed this time."

"I don't think so." Little Box shook his head lightly:

"It depends on whether there are tenth-order dragons nearby as soon as possible, otherwise the five heads may really be able to break through the defense line and escape."

"No chance." Mr. Yang said:

"The tenth-order dragon clan has already rushed over."

"senior."

The little box blinked and said:

"Should we stop?"

"Not urgent."

Yang Jun rushed madly:

"It's not too late to be far away."

At its speed, a hundred miles is only a few dozen breaths, and it didn't take long to get away from the encirclement of the dragons and run wildly for hundreds of miles.

This made the little box look a little puzzled:

"Senior, the direction seems to be wrong."

"That's right."

Mr. Yang stopped, shook his shoulders, and threw the small box out.

"clatter!"

The small box landed steadily, subconsciously took a step back, and forced a smile on his face:

"Senior, don't we go on?"

"Of course." Mr. Yang smiled, looking back and forth at the small box:

"The environment here is good, and there should be no problem setting up your grave."

"Ah!" The little box turned pale, and backed away again:

"Ex...Senior, what do you mean?"

"What do I mean, you should be very clear." Yang Jun shook his head and sighed:

"Little box, you have a quick brain, why pretend to be confused on purpose, do you really think that I didn't see the signal you gave to the Dragon Clan?"

"After they deal with the five-headed ghosts, I'm afraid they will come and attack me?"

"No, no." Little Box shook his head repeatedly.

"No?" Mr. Yang said disdainfully:

"From the very beginning, you want me to fight the five-headed ghost, so that even if I kill the five-headed ghost, I will be seriously injured."

"At that time, you can use the power of the dragon clan to get rid of me..."

"All the princes and grandsons of Lu died and were buried in Longtian, and I cannot escape. Only you, Xiao Hezi, can return alive. Naturally, the position of King Lu belongs to you."

"snort!"

It snorted softly and said:

"Little box, with your accumulation, I'm afraid you can become the king of ghosts long ago. It's just to reassure me that you haven't made a breakthrough."

"Senior!" Little Box roared in grief and indignation:

"I have no second thoughts about you!"

"Without you, I am afraid that I would have died long ago in the Dragon Burial Heaven, and without you, how can I compete against King Zhao even if I become King Lu?"

"I……"

"Little Box is willing to swear to the sky that it never intends to use the dragon clan to deal with you!"

"Huh?" The other party's eyes were sincere and his words were convincing, but Mr. Yang hesitated a little. Could it be that he was really thinking too much.

"Ah……"

When he came back to his senses, it smiled freely:

"never mind."

"Whether you have this thought or not, it doesn't matter if you have this plan or not."

"After all, almost all the blood of King Lu who entered Dragon Burial Heaven are trapped here, and if you are dealt with, no one will inherit the throne of King Lu."

"To tell you the truth, King Zhao is probably already attacking with all his strength. Even if you get out alive, you may not be able to see King Lu."

"King Lu Ghost Realm..."

It raised its head, and the soundtrack was vast:

"In the end, it will all belong to my master, Little Box, you are very smart. I will firmly remember the experience during this period."

"Now,"

"go to hell!"

The sound fell, and the horns of the goat appeared on the chest of the small box, stabbing forward fiercely.