Immortal Space

When the resources of the entire third line of defense were insufficient, a caravan became the hope of monks stationed everywhere.

On a section of the city wall on the third line of defense, a monk was wrapped with several laps of white cloth strips, and there was faint blood oozing from the cloth strips.

It's not that he is physically disabled and can't go to the battlefield with minor injuries, but that the few monks around him are also more or less injured.

"Hey! I went to look for Elder Jing's eldest disciple just now, hoping to get some healing elixir. I heard that it will take more than half a month before the sect's next batch of supplies will be distributed. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on until then. .”

The monk covered in cloth strips said in despair.

"After continuous battles, the sect's materials can only be exported but not imported, no matter how much savings it has, it cannot withstand such long-term consumption.

From the first five days to deliver a batch of supplies, then every ten days, and now only a little bit of supplies are delivered in one month. "

A pale-faced monk next to him said that he was obviously not in a good condition either.

"There was still a supply of spirit wine before, but now even middle-grade spirit stones are hard to find, and now every time the mana is consumed in battle, there is no way to replenish it. Fortunately, I have left a middle-grade spirit stone before, and it is not critical now. Don't dare to use it all the time."

"However, I heard that there is an Eastern Continent caravan, which is now doing business along the third line of defense. It would be great if the caravan could come to our side.

I have accumulated a lot of monster materials in my hands, and there are three Tier 2 monster pills alone, which should be able to exchange for a lot of things. "

"Yeah, I've also heard about this caravan. This should be the only caravan in the entire defense line. Everyone is probably looking forward to their arrival now."

While the two were chatting, a medium-sized flying boat flew in the distance, with the flag of the Dongzhou Caravan flying on it.

"The caravan is coming!" There was a cheer of joy in the camp.

Then many monks emerged from the barracks and surrounded the flying boat that had just landed.

Yin Ze stepped out of the flying boat, he was already used to being surrounded by people.

"Fellow daoists, please be calm and don't be impatient! We will stay here for a few days, everyone has a chance to trade, please line up and don't crowd!"

After hearing Yin Ze's words, the crowd calmed down for a while, and then heard someone shouting: "Fellow Taoists, can you let me go, my junior brother is seriously injured and is waiting for me to buy healing pills and go back to save my life! "

When most people hear this kind of request, they will silently step aside a little bit. If it doesn't affect them too much, most people will show their kind side.

"Thank you! Thank you fellow Taoists!" The cultivator thanked everyone as he walked.

"Fellow daoists, please be considerate. My fellow daoist is also bleeding profusely. Can you let me do the same?" A young male cultivator behind saw an opportunity to take advantage of it, and said accordingly.

The crowd around the flying boat squeezed silently, making sure no one could squeeze in before giving up.

After Wang Hong returned to the camp, he sorted out the harvest this time.

First of all, what he valued the most was the blood essence of the third-level monster. He had harvested a total of more than a dozen copies, and he planned to use these things to help Xiaopeng improve his bloodline so that it could reach a higher level.

In addition, he beheaded a third-order monster alone. In addition to the blood of his heart, he also had the natal magic weapon that the monster made from its own beak.

After the monster reaches the third level, it will use a special breeding method to conceive a part of its own body into something similar to the magic weapon of the human race.

They generally choose the strongest part of their body to conceive and raise, and the natal magic weapon bred out generally retains its original function and will be stronger.

The bird's beak was originally the hardest and sharpest part of the roc bird's body, but after being conceived and raised by it as a magic weapon, its performance has been improved several times.

Wang Hong plans to refine it into a magic weapon in the future, so it should be good.

There is also a third-order demon pill, which condenses the lifelong cultivation of monsters. The monster power inside is huge, but it cannot be directly absorbed by the human race. It can only be refined into a pill for consumption.

However, in the past, alchemy in the world of immortal cultivation in Dongzhou was mainly based on spiritual grass and fruit. Although there were alchemy with demon pills, it was not the mainstream.

This time the Dongzhou caravan was traveling, and the accompanying alchemists were collecting demon pills, refining them into pills and then selling them.

The nature of the demon pills produced by each kind of monster is different, and some of them are even poisonous. The caravan let the alchemists accompany them to let them practice more to accumulate experience.

In addition to this third-level demon pill, there are other materials for this third-level monster, including a pair of claws, a pair of wings, the blood of a third-level monster, and a pair of eyeballs.

This monster was poisoned by him before, so I don't know if its meat can still be eaten.

In addition, more than a dozen second-order demon pills and second-order monster materials were harvested.

The corpses of those beheaded second-tier monsters were also taken away. Because of the poisoning, he didn't dare to process them into spiritual food and sell them again, but he could feed them to the hunting demon tree.

It seems that the Hunting Demon Tree has never been afraid of being poisoned. It has absorbed quite a few poisonous monsters. If it doesn't work, even Devil Vine and Pink Skull Flower can digest the corpses of monsters.

Although the current battle situation on the defense line is tense, due to the strong strength of Dongzhou Commercial Bank, they have shared a lot of pressure in this section, so overall, their section is relatively easy.

The matter on the defense line was handed over to Luo Zhongjie, and Wang Hong retreated in the camp to extract more than a dozen third-level monsters' hearts and blood.

After extracting the power of some bloodlines, it was discovered that the roc bird he beheaded had inherited some powerful bloodlines, and the amount of this part alone was more than the sum of the other ten parts.

It seems that the person killed by him should be a genius among the monster clan. With his blood, he will have a great chance to be promoted to a fourth-order monster.

Unexpectedly, I hit the ground by mistake and strangled a genius of the monster clan, maybe a future fourth-order monster.

After he extracted more than ten pieces of blood power, Xiaopeng had been hanging around the door of his room for a long time.

With a wave of Wang Hong's hand, the door of the quiet room opened slowly. The door was only halfway open, and Xiaopeng couldn't wait to get in.

"Go away! Don't wipe the drool on me!"

He pushed away Xiaopeng who was drooling and ready to rub against him to please him.

After being pushed away by him, Xiaopeng showed a pitiful look and surrounded him, drooling a foot long, but refused to leave.

Wang Hong threw a jade bottle at Xiaopeng, was caught by it, and swallowed the bottle together.

"Look at you, you are so worthless. How can I still eat it and turn into a monster? Why did I raise such a stupid bird? I hope you will become smarter after eating it."

After Xiaopeng swallowed all the power of the blood, it didn't take long before he stretched his wings and legs, lay on his back on a stone and fell asleep, like a dead bird.

"If Master Chu sees it, I'll have to pick it up and stew it." Wang Hong muttered and put Xiaopeng into a spirit animal bag.