Natural fairy species

During the time of rectifying the army of monks, Bai Zichen held the 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, it was also researched by later generations to sacrifice thousands of monks with blood and refine the bones of millions of people. This is a secret sword refining that hurts heaven and harmony, but there is nothing wrong with the sword itself...Sword refining There are not many skills in it, what is more important is that the rank of the fourth-order big demon spine itself is high enough."

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

It is the most basic thing if the arm dictates and the mind sends out in parallel.

"In the future, if you meet ordinary monks, you won't need to use the Yuexuan Sword. It's too extravagant and wasteful... If you sacrifice it at a critical moment, even if there is a gap between the two flying swords, they can still form a pair of swords."

The white bone sword light circled around, reflecting a cold light on the temporarily opened cave here.

A stone pillar was cut into a pile of stone chips within a few breaths.

Bai Zichen called out the Wushangqingwei sword box, poured a little air into it, and threw the white bone sword light into it.

The third-order flying sword was not yet alive, but the moment it entered the sword box, the sword light flickered and almost failed to stabilize its shape.

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

"Fortunately for you, from ancient times to the present, you should be the first third-tier flying sword earned by the Supreme Qingwei Sword Box... Putting it in the hands of the previous master, I am afraid that you are not even qualified to appear near the Supreme Qingwei Sword Box None."

Reminiscent of the Yuexuan sword who was afraid to step forward in front of the Supreme Qingwei sword box back then, and gave birth to the feeling of self-ashamedness, one can know what level of flying is qualified to enter the sword box in the hands of that upper realm fairy sword.

Fortunately, the sword box is different from other treasures, there is no weapon spirit.

Otherwise, the third-order flying sword might not be able to enter the Supreme Qingwei sword box, and some arrogant weapon spirits would even refuse the master's order.

Ziwei Dazzling Lightning Sword and Yuexuan Sword's fusion of Qi quietly moved a few positions away, leaving the Bone Cold Light Sword aside.

"It seems that there is also a chain of contempt among Feijian. If you are less than the fourth level, you will not be taken along..."

Countless sword cultivators sought after in the world of cultivating immortals, and the third-order flying sword that many people dream of enjoys the most humble treatment in the supreme Qingwei sword box.

However, the White Bone Cold Light Sword is at ease, enjoying the warmth of the blue light in the sword box, like a fish in water.

The storage bags obtained from the two master Jiedan masters of the Holy Lotus Sect who concealed their heads and tails had very complicated imprints. Bai Zichen washed it with his consciousness several times in the normal way, but it still remained motionless.

The two monks of the Holy Lotus Sect were both at the early stage of alchemy, and their spiritual consciousness was far from Bai Zichen's.

Logically speaking, such a large gap in spiritual consciousness should be accomplished overnight, and it cannot be resisted at all.

It is impossible for the two alchemy masters to happen to be born with strong spiritual consciousness, it can only be said that the storage bags of the Holy Lotus Sect are extraordinary.

There is no trick in falling into the hands of others. It is indeed difficult to open the storage bag without damaging the storage bag itself.

"I heard that there is a similar spell in the world of cultivating immortals, which can quickly eliminate the imprint of spiritual consciousness..."

Bai Zichen thought so, he can pay attention to it in the future.

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

In a few days, batch after batch of family monks will arrive at the scene, and soon there will be close to a thousand.

On the casual cultivator's side, this time there are several elders as team leaders to train the recruited cultivators in a team.

On the seventh day, the army of Zongmen War finally took shape.

This time is different from the land reclamation war, the sect war involving the extermination of sects is far more cruel than imagined.

The key is that the experience of forming a battle formation cultivated in the land reclamation war can be used in very few scenes after replacing an object.

The advantages of the battle formation, turning parts into wholes, truly gathered hundreds of Qi refining disciples into one rope.

Combined with the corresponding array flags and disks, it can be equivalent to a foundation-building cultivator in both attack and defense.

The disadvantage is that the response is slow, and the machine is not flexible.

This kind of battle formation is very useful when dealing with monsters, and it gives Qi Refining disciples the possibility to deal with second-order monsters head-on.

However, the opponent in the Zongmen War became a human monk again, and with a slow-moving and slow-changing battle formation, he would become a target to be beaten in place.

Fortunately, after experiencing land reclamation wars again and again, the monks who participated in it were ordered and banned, and the army of monks was well organized.

After applying light-weight talismans and magic-moving talismans to all the members, despite the wind and rain, they crossed mountains and rivers, and several thousand monks with complex formations successfully entered Hejian County on the third day.

Wei Chuming, who knew Hejian County very well, was one of the leaders and elders, and commanded his monks to capture the two bases of Ghost Spirit Sect.

"Three hundred miles forward, there is a mine that can produce thousands of catties of red fire copper every year. It is an excellent ore for making the best fire-type spiritual weapons... Thousands of miles to the southwest, there is a small vein of spirit stone. Specifically The reserve of spirit stones is unknown, but Ghost Spirit Sect has arranged eight foundation-building monks here all year round."

In Ghost Spirit Sect, not every foundation cultivator has the position of elder.

The position of the elders is fixed, but the number of foundation-building monks is far more than that, basically reaching the level where three people compete for a position.

For example, when Wei Chuming was lurking in the Ghost Sect back then, he did not have the status of an elder and could only be counted as the middle class of the sect.

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

In Wei Chuming's eyes, this sect war is the best opportunity to make contributions.

Inside the Qingfeng Gate, there is a radish and a pit, even if he is a disciple of the ancestor of Jiedan, even if he is not outstanding in his cultivation and achievements, no one will be convinced by his sudden promotion.

But as long as Hejian County is included in the territory, the Zongmen's current manpower is difficult to control such a large area, and it will inevitably expand its recruitment.

As long as he made great achievements in this trip, there would be enough reasons to push him to the position at that time.

"Why don't we take down the Lingshi veins first? Anyway, the mines can't be greatly destroyed, and the ghost gate can at most run away with some of the mined Chihuoyuan copper."

Tong Huan did some calculations, and there were twelve Foundation Establishment Elders in this team of thousand monks.

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

He is not his own master, his combat prowess has surpassed his peers since the foundation building stage, and it is common for him to win with one victory.

Failure to complete the task at that time, losing face is a trivial matter, but letting the sect's vanguard troops go out to adversely affect morale is a major matter.

"Junior Brother Tong is careful, and we will do as you say. Let's take the Lingshi veins first!"

Wei Chuming was smiling, not at all unhappy when his ideas were refuted.

After rectifying their formation, thousands of monks turned to kill the Lingshi vein.

The death of Master Baigu, and the death of all the disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect who went to Black Mountain, after these days of fermentation, even if it has not spread across 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. They didn't even want the medium-sized spirit stone veins, and they evacuated without any handover.

Afterwards, the Zongmen Formation was promoted to the highest level, and all disciples had to go through the strictest review when they entered and exited.

Unless there is a warrant from Peach Blossom Fairy, no one can easily leave the sect.

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

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

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

Wei Chuming shouted three times, and when the time passed, there was no movement in the Lingshi vein, so he snorted coldly.

"Think there's nothing you can do if you hide in the formation, and you're wasting a forbidden talisman!"

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

The next moment, there was an earthquake and the mountain was shaken, and the feeling of the sky falling and the earth cracking came, and the formation immediately showed that the spirit was not good, and several flaws appeared.

Wei Chuming took the lead, and several foundation-builder monks shot together, directly blasting the formation to collapse.

"Stubborn resistance, not one left!"

There were killing sounds everywhere, flying swords, treasures, talismans and auras flew everywhere.

Tong Huan met a foundation-building cultivator of the Ghost Spirit Sect, made a hundred ghost banner, held a ghost crow pot, and had two spooky bone spears on top of his head.

After the establishment of the foundation, he didn't fight many times with others, and mainly exchanged ideas with each other.

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

It was also in the early stage of foundation establishment, and he was suppressed at a disadvantage as soon as he came up. He was in danger several times and was almost stabbed by a bone spear.

Relying on the spiritual weapon of the body to block from the left and the right, it is difficult to support.

'This man has stronger mana than me, and he has rich experience in martial arts, and his shots are fierce and precise...Calm down and think about what Master would do in such a situation. '

Tong Huan felt extremely ashamed in her heart, her behavior really disgraced her master.

'However, Master has never encountered such a situation, and he will definitely tell me, what are you waiting for, of course he cut the other party with a sword! '

Over the years, Tong Huan has become very aware that her talent for swordsmanship is limited, and she cannot learn Bai Zichen's fighting style.

Knowing that greed will never kill, he only practiced one Xingluo swordsmanship back and forth, and he never let go of it for decades.

Finally, I got a compliment a few years ago, and it is no longer an eternal criticism——

"I really don't know how you practiced. It's the first time I've seen Xingluo swordsmanship to this level... But you can disassemble tens of thousands of changes, and it's enough to fool ordinary opponents. As long as you don't think about it Swordsmanship reigns supreme. '

This Xingluo swordsmanship imitates the changes of the stars in the sky, Tong Huan can't perform the changes of the stars and the movement of the celestial bodies.

Just relying on stargazing at night and the collection of books in the Palace of Chuangong, he came up with one move after another to derive his swordplay.

At this moment, restraining emotions, sticking to oneness, the sword light is like a star, making the whole body airtight.

No ghosts, devil crows, bone spears, bone prisons, they can't get close.

After a hundred moves, Tong Huan even had the strength to counterattack, piercing the face of the Hundred Ghosts Banner with a single sword.

"It turns out that there are so many changes between Yujian. No wonder Master always has that expression every time he sees me demonstrating swordplay..."

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

The ghost spirit door cultivator's eyes were wide open, with an expression of disbelief, he held his throat, blood gushing from his fingers.

After killing a monk of the same level, Tong Huan took a deep breath and looked around. There were corpses everywhere on the mine vein.

Most of the corpses of monks on the ground were ghost spirit sect monks, some with hideous faces, and some already flinched in fear, and died of trauma on their backs.

There were also quite a few Qingfeng sect disciples who fell to the ground, bloody and bloody, with stumped limbs and broken arms, howling in pain.

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

Tong Huan's mind flashed what Song Lian said to him back then, sighed, and continued to kill the nearest Ghost Spirit Sect monk with his sword.