National Luck: At the beginning of the game, 1.4 billion people help me build a foundation

"Damn, is it so fierce?"

"Which peak is this? There is such a fierce man."

"I recognize him, he is Muchen from Baihua Peak!"

A group of people were talking among themselves, and someone among them recognized Muchen.

Many outer disciples had witnessed Muchen's gambling battle with their own eyes, so it was not surprising to recognize Muchen now.

While these guys were talking, Muchen had already killed hundreds of scorpion demons and entered the encirclement.

"How is it going?"

Muchen glanced at everyone and asked.

"It's very bad. Although no one died, many people were seriously injured and lost their ability to fight. There are only less than thirty people left who can fight."

The leader was a strong man who said with an ugly expression.

The monks who could still fight at this time formed a protective circle, tightly protecting the injured monks in the middle.

"There is no way to go on like this. We can only be eaten alive. You follow me to break out."

Muchen said in a deep voice. He looked around and saw that there were thousands of scorpion demons that he could not kill even if he exhausted all his spiritual power. What's more, there were still a large number of scorpion demons crawling out of the yellow sand.

God knows how many such ghosts are hidden in this endless yellow sand.

"We have many wounded, and we are afraid there may be casualties on the way out."

The strong man said bitterly.

Once they choose to break out, they will have to have someone responsible for taking care of the wounded, and it will be difficult to protect every aspect.

"this……"

Muchen hesitated for a moment. Although his Ten Thousand Life Technique was perfect, this place was full of yellow sand and there were no plants. Where could he find the vitality to treat the wounded?

"Are there any disciples from Baicao Peak among you?"

Muchen asked.

"There is three."

The strong man said.

Although the disciples of Baicao Peak are not good at fighting and not many people come to participate in the trial, there are still some among the forty or fifty people.

"Let them all come over."

Muchen said.

Although they didn't know what Muchen was going to do, the strength that Muchen showed just now made everyone naturally regard him as their backbone.

The strong man quickly led three Baicao Peak disciples, two men and one woman, from the crowd.

"We have used up all the healing elixirs and there is nothing we can do."

One of the male disciples among the three said helplessly.

The other two followed suit.

The disciples of Baicao Peak were good at refining elixirs, so the three of them thought that Muchen wanted them to use elixirs to save people.

"I'm not asking you for healing elixirs, but I want to ask if any of you have the means to induce the growth of plants."

Muchen asked.

"Promoting the growth of plants? That requires spiritual cultivation to reach the second level, which I can't do."

"I can't do it either. My spiritual cultivation skills are only at the first level."

The two male disciples shook their heads helplessly.

"I can."

The only remaining female disciple timidly stood up.

"May I have your name?"

Muchen felt happy and asked quickly.

"Qian Fang."

The female disciple responded.

"Qian Fang, I need you to spawn a batch of vegetation now. I need the kind that is full of vitality. The more the better."

Muchen immediately ordered that the situation is critical now, everyone is not in good condition, and there is no time to waste.

"OK."

Qian Fang nodded in agreement, quickly took out a large handful of seeds from the storage bag, and used a dark green spiritual power to wrap around the seeds, causing them to grow rapidly and turn into an emerald green vegetation.

"This is crisp grass. Although it has no medicinal effect and cannot be used to make elixirs, it can quickly replenish physical strength and satisfy hunger."

Qian Fang explained while performing the technique, and the brittle grasses were spawned to a height of more than two meters.

"Very good, don't stop, continue to induce labor."

Muchen's eyes lit up, and he used his spiritual consciousness to scan it, and he found that this vegetation was rich in vitality.

While Qian Fang was giving birth, Muchen brought the grown brittle grass to the wounded.

I saw him performing a spell on a crispy grass. The crispy grass quickly withered, and a rich vitality was extracted by Muchen.

"I'll treat you."

Muchen walked towards a monk who was seriously injured and was already dying.

"Ahem!"

The injured monk vomited out a mouthful of dirty blood and wanted to speak but could not find the words.

"do not move."

Muchen pressed his hand on the injured part of the opponent, and a large amount of vitality immediately poured into the opponent's body, quickly repairing the opponent's seriously injured body.

Within a moment, the injured monk's injuries eased a lot. He clasped his fists gratefully and said to Muchen, "Thank you, Brother Priest!"

"This is the effect that can only be achieved by the Dzogchen of Wansheng Dharma!"

There were Baihua Peak disciples in the crowd who recognized the spell Muchen cast at a glance.

"It turns out to be the Art of Ten Thousand Life."

"Isn't it said that this method is difficult to practice to the Great Perfection? It is said that only a few inner disciples have practiced this method to the Great Perfection."

Everyone was in an uproar. The name of the Ten Thousand Life Technique was very resounding in Tianlan Sect. The reason why it was designated as a middle-grade Huang-level method was because it was too difficult to refine. If it was refined to the Great Perfection, it would be comparable to the low-grade Xuan-level method.

Decide!

With the cooperation of Muchen and Qian Fang, all the injured monks were almost recovered.

Most of them have the ability to continue fighting. Only a few of them are too seriously injured and cannot fight for the time being. However, they can still move on their own without relying on others.

"Brother Priest, you are so awesome. This guy, our Demon Slayer Club, can leave smoothly."

The strong man said excitedly.

"Demon slayer meeting?"

Muchen said doubtfully.

"Is such that……"

"I see."

After the strong man explained, Muchen suddenly realized that it turned out that the strong man and his party were only three people at first, and they met many brothers along the way. It was very difficult for everyone to move in this desert.

So I simply signed up for a group to keep warm. Along the way, the original three people have grown to the current forty or fifty people.

Someone suggested that we should give the group a name. We are here to kill monsters, so let's just call it the Demon Slayer Club.

Everyone agreed.

The strong man is the president of the Demon Slayer Club

"Brother Pastor, you are the strongest among us, why don't you become the president of the association?"

The strong man suggested, wanting to give up the position of general to Muchen.

"Sorry I prefer to be alone."

Muchen refused without hesitation. He also planned to get a good ranking and could not bring a bunch of burdens with him.

"Stop talking nonsense and get out of here first."

Muchen opened the way in front, and a group of Tianlan Sect disciples followed closely behind, blocking the scorpion demons that surged up again from all around and from behind.

With Muchen's sharp "sword tip", everyone successfully broke through and came to a safe area.

"Brother Pastor, I think..."

"Okay, I won't be your president. It's pretty safe here. As for whether you want to continue exploring or just wait here for the trial to end, it depends on what you plan to do."

Muchen saw that the strong man still wanted to keep him, so he rejected him directly, and used the light body technique to quickly leave the place.