Natural fairy species

While arranging the army of monks, Bai Zichen placed the White Bone Cold Light Sword across his knees and pressed the blade with both hands to refine the flying sword.

"Although it fell into the hands of the Ghost Spirit Sect and was discovered by later generations, including the blood sacrifice of tens of thousands of monks and the tempering of millions of bones, which are harmful to the world, there is nothing wrong with the sword itself... Sword refining There isn’t much skill in it, it’s more about the fact that the level 4 demon spine itself is high enough.”

It has a complete secret of sword refining, and the refining speed is quite amazing, and it can be operated freely in less than two days.

If the arm directs, the intention moves in parallel, that is the most basic thing.

"From now on, when you meet ordinary monks, you don't need to use the Yuexuan Sword. It's too extravagant and wasteful... If you use it at the critical moment, even if there is a gap between the two flying swords, they can still become a pair of swords."

The white bone sword light swirled in circles, reflecting the cold light in the temporary cave here.

A stone pillar was chipped into a pile of stone chips in a matter of seconds.

Bai Zichen called out the Supreme Pure Micro Sword Box and poured a little bit of Qing Qi into an empty ball inside. The white bone sword light was thrown into it.

The third-level flying sword has not yet come alive, but the moment it entered the sword box, the sword light swayed and almost failed to stabilize its form.

After successfully occupying the next position, the sword emitted a clear sound, and it was obvious that the entire state of the Bone Cold Light Sword was different.

"You are lucky. From ancient times to the present, you should be the first third-level flying sword received by the Supreme Purity Micro Sword Box... If you put it in the hands of the previous owner, you might not even be qualified to appear near the Supreme Pure Micro Sword Box. None."

Thinking back to the time when the Yuexuan Sword was afraid of moving forward in front of the Supreme Pure Sword Box and feeling ashamed of itself, one can know what kind of flying swordsman is qualified to enter the sword box in the hands of that upper realm immortal. sword.

Fortunately, unlike other treasures, the sword box does not have a weapon spirit.

Otherwise, the third-level flying sword may not be able to enter the supreme pure micro-sword box, and some arrogant weapon spirits may even refuse the master's order.

The pure energy fused into the Ziwei Thunder Sword and Yuexuan Sword quietly moved to a few positions, leaving the White Bone Cold Light Sword aside.

"It seems that there is also a chain of contempt between Feijian. If you are less than the fourth level, I won't take you with me..."

The third-order flying sword, which is sought after by countless sword cultivators in the world of immortality and coveted by many, enjoys the most humble treatment in the Supreme Qingwei Sword Box.

However, the White Bone Cold Light Sword was content, enjoying the warmth of the green light in the sword box, like a fish in water.

The storage bag obtained from the two hidden masters of the Holy Lotus Sect, the mark left on it was very complicated. Bai Zichen washed it several times with his consciousness in the normal way, but it still remained motionless.

The two Holy Lotus Sect monks were both in the early stages of pill formation, and there was a huge difference in the strength of their spiritual consciousness from Bai Zichen's.

Logically speaking, such a huge gap in consciousness should be resolved in one fell swoop, and it should be impossible to withstand it.

It is impossible for two real people to be born with strong spiritual consciousness. It can only be said that the storage bag of the Holy Lotus Sect is extraordinary.

There's no trick to keeping it in the hands of others, and it's really difficult to open the storage bag without damaging it.

"I heard that there is a similar spell in the world of immortality, which can quickly eliminate the mark of divine consciousness..."

Bai Zichen thought of this, so he could pay more attention to it in the future.

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In the next three days, the atmosphere of the sect war became more and more intense, and a large number of sect disciples gathered at the foot of Xiaoluo Mountain.

In a few days, batch after batch of family monks would arrive, and soon there would be close to a thousand.

As for the casual cultivators, this time there are several elders as team leaders, who will train the recruited monks as a team.

On the seventh day, the armies of the sect war finally took shape.

This time is different from the land reclamation war. The cruelty of the sect war involving the extermination of sects is far beyond imagination.

The key is the experience of forming battle formations cultivated in the land reclamation war. There are very few scenarios that can be used after replacing an object.

The advantages of the battle formation were transformed into whole, and hundreds of Qi Refining disciples were truly united into a single rope.

Coupled with the corresponding formation flags and formation plates, it can be equivalent to a foundation-building monk in both attack and defense.

The disadvantage is that it is slow to respond and is mechanical but not flexible.

This kind of battle formation is very useful when dealing with monsters, giving Qi refining disciples the possibility to deal with second-level monsters head-on.

But the opponent in the sect war has become a human monk again. If the battle formation is slow to advance and slow to change, it will completely become a target to be beaten in place.

Fortunately, after going through land reclamation wars one after another, the monks who participated in it all had orders and prohibitions, and the army of monks was in good order.

After all members cast the Light Body Talisman and the Divine Movement Talisman, they crossed the mountains and rivers in the wind and rain, and several complex armies of thousands of monks successfully entered Hejian County on the third day.

Wei Chuming, who knew Hejian County very well, served as the leader of one of the detachments and commanded his monks to capture the two stations of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

"Three hundred miles ahead, there is a mine that can produce thousands of kilograms of red fire elemental copper every year. It is an excellent ore for making top-grade fire-type spiritual weapons... Thousands of miles to the southwest, there is a small spirit stone vein. Specifically, I don’t know the reserve of spiritual stones, but the Ghost Spirit Sect has eight foundation-building monks here all year round.”

In Ghost Spirit Sect, not every foundation-building monk has the position of elder.

The position of the elders is fixed, but the number of foundation-building monks is far greater. It is basically to the extent that three people are competing for one position.

For example, when Wei Chuming was lurking in the Ghost Spirit Sect, he had no elder status and could only be regarded as a middle-level member of the sect.

"Both places are extremely important, Junior Brother Tong, why don't we each lead a team of troops to occupy them at the same time?"

In the eyes of Wei Chuming, this sect war is the best opportunity to make achievements.

Inside the Qingfeng Sect, there are carrots and pitfalls. Even if he is a disciple of the ancestor Jiedan, his achievements in cultivation are not outstanding, and no one is convinced by his sudden promotion.

But as long as Hejian County is included in the territory, it will be difficult for the sect to control such a large area with current manpower, and it will inevitably expand its recruitment and recruit new people.

As long as he makes great achievements during this trip, there will be enough reasons to push him to the position at that time.

"Why don't we take down the spirit stone veins first? The mines can't be greatly damaged anyway. The ghost spirit sect can at best take some of the red fire copper that has been mined and run away."

"Why don't we take down the spirit stone veins first? The mines can't be greatly damaged anyway. The ghost spirit sect can at best take some of the red fire copper that has been mined and run away."

Tong Huan calculated that this team of thousands of monks was equipped with twelve foundation-building elders.

If we deal with both sides at the same time, we may not have enough manpower.

He is not his master. His combat prowess has been superior to those of his peers since the foundation building stage. It is common for one person to win against many.

Failure to complete the task and losing face is a small matter, but having the sect's vanguard troops go out unfavorably and affecting their morale is a big deal.

"Junior Brother Tong has thought carefully and will do as you say. Let's seize the spirit stone veins first!"

Wei Chuming smiled and did not feel unhappy at all when his ideas were refuted.

After adjusting their formation, a thousand monks turned around and headed towards the spirit stone veins.

The news of the death of Master Bai Gu and the death of all the Ghost Spirit Sect disciples who went to Black Mountain in the Black Mountains has fermented over the past few days. Even if it has not spread throughout the river, everyone in the Ghost Spirit Sect has already felt that something is wrong.

First, the ally Hehuanmen packed up their things and evacuated directly, not even the medium-sized spirit stone veins, and evacuated without any handover.

Subsequently, the sect's formation was upgraded to the highest level, and all disciples' entry and exit were subject to the strictest review.

Unless there is a warrant from Peach Blossom Fairy, no one is allowed to leave the clan easily.

All kinds of things made the Ghost Spirit Sect disciples begin to doubt in their hearts whether the seemingly outrageous news that Master Bai Gu was dead was true.

When thousands of monks from the Qingfeng Sect appeared outside the spirit stone veins, the Ghost Spirit Sect disciples inside immediately fell into panic.

"Master Bai Gu has been beheaded by the ancestor of our sect. The Ghost Spirit Sect will be destroyed today... Within a stick of incense, if you tie your hands and surrender, you may be able to spare your life!"

Wei Chuming shouted three times. When time passed, there was no movement in the spirit stone veins, and he snorted coldly.

"Do you think there's nothing you can do if you hide in the formation? You're still wasting a forbidden talisman!"

A black talisman floated out and landed on the protective aura of the formation outside the spirit stone vein.

The next moment, there was an earthquake and the feeling of the earth shaking, and the formation immediately showed a lack of spiritual power, with several flaws appearing.

Wei Chuming took the lead, and several foundation-building monks took action together, directly blasting the formation to pieces.

"Resist tenaciously and leave no one behind!"

The sound of killing was everywhere, flying swords, treasures, and auras of talismans were flying everywhere.

Tong Huan faced a Ghost Spirit Sect foundation-building monk, made a Hundred Ghost Flag, held a Ghost Crow Pot, and had two ghostly bone spears above his head.

After establishing the foundation, he didn't have many fights with others, and he mainly focused on exchanges and exchanges.

This kind of desperate struggle, a battle between life and death, has not been experienced for a long time.

They were both in the early stages of foundation building, and were at a disadvantage as soon as they started. They were in danger several times, and were almost stabbed by bone spears.

Relying on the body-protecting spiritual weapon, he supported the left and right blocks, struggling to support himself.

‘This man has more magic power than me, and has rich experience in fighting, and his attacks are ruthless and precise... Calm down and think about what Master would do in this situation. ’

Tong Huan felt ashamed in his heart. His performance had really brought shame on his master.

'But Master has never encountered such a situation. He will definitely tell me, why bother? Of course, I will kill the opponent with one sword! ’

Over the years, Tong Huan has become very aware that his swordsmanship talent is limited and he is unable to learn Bai Zichen's fighting style.

Knowing that greed for too much never dies, he only practiced one Xingluo Sword Technique over and over again, and he never put it down for decades.

I finally got a compliment a few years ago, and it’s no longer a permanent criticism——

'I really don't know how you practice. It's the first time you can practice Xingluo Sword Technique to this extent... But you can forcefully dismantle tens of thousands of changes. It's enough to fool ordinary opponents. As long as you don't think about it. Swordsmanship rules the roost. ’

This Xingluo Sword Technique, which imitates the changes in the stars in the sky, Tong Huan cannot imitate the changes in the stars and the movement of celestial bodies.

He just relied on observing the stars at night and the books in the Chuan Gong Hall to derive his sword skills one by one.

At this moment, he calmed down his emotions and stayed united. The light of his sword was like a star, keeping his whole body airtight.

No ghosts, demons, crows, bones, spears or prisons can get close to me.

After a hundred moves, Tong Huan even had the power to counterattack, and pierced the Hyakki Banner flag with one sword.

"It turns out that there are so many changes in sword-wielding. No wonder Master has such an expression every time he sees me demonstrating sword skills..."

Tong Huan became enlightened before the battle, and the Tianxin sword drew a bright sword light.

The Ghost Spirit Sect monk's eyes widened with an unbelieving look on his face. He covered his throat and blood surged from his fingers.

After killing a monk of the same level, Tong Huan let out a long sigh and looked around, seeing corpses lying everywhere on the veins.

Most of the corpses of monks on the ground were Ghost Spirit Sect monks. Some had ferocious faces, and some had shrunk in fear and died from injuries to their backs.

Many Qingfeng sect disciples also fell to the ground, their flesh and blood mangled, their limbs broken and their arms broken, and they were wailing in pain.

"The road is difficult, and only by fighting forward can we find a chance..."

The words Song Lian had said to him flashed through Tong Huan's mind. He sighed and continued to kill the nearest Ghost Spirit Sect monk with his sword.