Natural fairy species

"Thank you Elder Bai for your help, otherwise I really don't know what to do."

Taoist Zhihe followed him all the way and thanked him over and over again.

Facing Bai Zichen at close range, he easily killed two iron turtles of the same level in a matter of seconds, which greatly shocked Taoist Zhihe.

If we say before, he was in awe of the name of the elder of Qingfeng Sect and his attitude was respectful.

Nowadays, I am truly convinced and put myself in the position of the underachievers, rather than just superficially.

Both were in the early stages of foundation building, but the difference in strength between the two was too big.

The feeling that Bai Zichen brought to Taoist Zhihe was more powerful than many of the senior foundation-building seniors he met in other counties.

"Fellow Taoist Zhihe has devoted himself to the great cause of opening up wasteland and opening up new lands for us human monks. He is a person who has made great contributions to Black Mountain... From now on, as long as you follow the rules of Qingfeng Sect, you will naturally be taken care of by the sect."

After Bai Zichen became an elder, he read the statistics on the lay population and monks produced by Qingfeng Sect every ten years.

With the current population growth rate and the influx of outside casual cultivators, the once-a-hundred-year land reclamation war may have to be shortened to a period of sixty years in the future to satisfy the skyrocketing number of cultivators.

If Qingfeng Sect is willing to relax the conditions for accepting disciples and lead a large number of waste spiritual roots to the path of immortality, the spiritual land and cultivation resources needed will increase exponentially.

Therefore, the cultivating families and casual cultivators who signed up to participate in the land reclamation war are lucky this time. In the future, the requirements for redeeming spiritual lands for their land reclamation achievements will only gradually increase.

"I am sure, I will act in accordance with the instructions of my ancestor from now on."

Taoist Zhihe looked quite ashamed, and his ears turned red when he thought that he had almost escaped from the battle before.

Fortunately, I was one position behind, so no one would notice me.

"The evil dragon has been killed. Fellow Taoists, stay where you are and wait for reinforcements!"

A grand old voice spread throughout Feiyue Lake.

"The overall situation has been decided!"

Bai Zichen flew into the air, and where the two immortal Jiedan masters had disappeared, they had indeed dispelled the formation.

Although the fighting has not stopped everywhere, everyone knows that the land reclamation war is over.

The rest is just to clean up the battlefield.

Master Yang threw out a golden bowl, which fell from the sky and directly trapped the thousand-year-old turtle in it.

From time to time, there were banging sounds from the golden bowl, but the hill-like golden bowl remained motionless.

In a flash, Master Ge Cang appeared above Liang Yu and the other three people, reaching out to grab the Hundred Poison Golden Toad.

A five-color giant hand appeared, and in the same movement as the real person Ge Cang, it grabbed the Hundred Poison Golden Toad with majestic force.

With his five fingers together, the Hundred Poison Golden Toad instantly became silent.

"Quickly calm down the war. Senior Brother Yang and I will go to the small island in the middle of the lake to take a look."

Ancestor Ge Cang threw the Hundred Poison Golden Toad into Liang Yu's hand, and with a few words, the man turned into rainbow light and flew straight to the small island in the middle of the lake.

"I will obey my ancestor's decree."

Liang Yu glanced at the Hundred Poison Golden Toad. Its belly was still slightly bulging. It seemed that Ancestor Ge Cang only knocked it out and did not kill it directly.

He quickly typed out several restraints, attached two talismans to the Hundred Poison Golden Toad, and temporarily put it into the spirit beast bag.

Catching a monster alive is several times more difficult than killing it directly.

It's rare to catch the Hundred Poison Golden Toad alive, so I must study it carefully after I go back to see if I can squeeze out more value.

"Two junior brothers, we will take action separately to destroy all the second-level monsters as soon as possible."

Liang Yu and the other three looked at each other, each chose a direction, and returned to the scene.

Three late-stage foundation-building monks were liberated at once, as well as the dragon and tiger warriors came out, and the situation on the field accelerated towards the land reclamation army.

Like a snowball, each second-level monster faced more and more foundation-building monks and was quickly killed.

When the sun set in the west and the sunset glow fell on Feiyue Lake, all the auras finally stopped.

There were only occasional exclamations, and everyone rushed forward. It was when they discovered the fish that had slipped through the net. The magic weapons were all blasted out, and the monster beast was smashed into a ball of flesh.

There are specialized monks who move the bodies of the monks who died in the battle to the wind shuttle.

Afterwards, there will be a separate identification process, and their belongings and merits will be distributed to the immediate family members.

Scattered formation flags, filthy blood, and unextinguished flames were burning everywhere.

Because too many fire talismans, fire spells, and fire magic weapons were used, nearly half of the land around Feiyue Lake was burned to a crisp.

Many monks looked at the mutilated corpses around them and their fallen companions, and couldn't help but sob uncontrollably.

Since the land reclamation war, it is definitely the one with the heaviest casualties among the monks.

"Hey, the spiritual land is good, but you have to have the life to enjoy it."

Taoist Zhihe saw a group of monks, who should be from the same clan, all wearing uniform clothes.

Almost everyone is carrying colors, but the leader is missing an arm and is leading the tribe to worship their dead compatriots.

There were more than twenty corpses placed together.

"There are so many people but so little land. There is nothing we can do... In the vast world of immortal cultivation, human monks still only occupy very little territory."

Bai Zichen sighed, most of the immortal cultivators in the Liang Kingdom were ruthless and unrighteous cultivators, who would often turn against one another and kill people for a piece of cultivation resources.

Ultimately, it’s the lack of resources that’s to blame.

In addition, all the sects are equally miserable, plundering and plundering, eager to take all the resources into their pockets.

What goes up and what follows follows, the strong are respected and interests come first, killing people to seize treasures, and there are endless treacherous behaviors.

The Qingfeng Sect is doing slightly better, has a bottom line, and is already a breath of fresh air in the world of immortality cultivation in Liang Kingdom.

Bai Zichen watched corpses being carried onto the Fengxing Shuttle. One member of the Bai family also died.

An old man held the hands of a young monk who had died with a similar face, and refused to let go for a long time. His body was twitching and trembling, and his face was already filled with tears.

With pride welling up in his heart, he turned around and said loudly: "I am willing to open ten more third-level spiritual veins for the sect to protect thousands of Black Mountain monks... Everyone has a spiritual place for cultivation."

"Elder Bai is righteous, and Xiaodao is willing to be his lackey. A hundred years from now, Xiaodao may be able to take advantage of it and leave a mark in the history of Black Mountain County."

Taoist Zhihe bent down and prostrated, admiring him inexplicably.

Bai Xianzhong showed admiration and pride and said, "Brother Chen can really accomplish this, which is a blessing to the Black Mountain cultivators and ordinary cultivating families."

If anyone else said this, they would definitely be regarded as an idiot.

But Bai Zichen's current status, coupled with the strong combat power he has shown.

A practicing genius and a future swordsman, with these two labels on him, everyone will only think that he has great ambitions and great ambitions.

If Bai Zichen can take the position of head of Qingfeng Sect in the future, he is willing to fully promote this idea.

In addition, if the Qingfeng Sect's strength continues to increase, ten third-level spiritual places are a bit exaggerated, and four or five are not impossible.

Bai Ling followed the clan leader Bai Xianzhong, and she had completely separated herself from the clan leader. There was no place for her to speak here.

It's a bit funny to think about the thought of competing with Bai Zichen in the clan back then.

She had just broken through to the late stage of Qi refining, and Bai Zichen had already become a foundation-building senior, one with a promising future.

During the land reclamation war, if Bai Zichen hadn't arrived in time, the Bai family would have suffered heavy casualties.

Now the Xiuxian family that is crying and mourning will be added to the Mozhubai family.

"Open ten third-level spiritual lands so that all Black Mountain monks can have a home..."

Bai Ling stared blankly at Bai Zichen's back illuminated by the sunset, feeling so tall.

She had never heard such bold words from other monks before.

Everyone's ambition is to achieve success and build a foundation, and they hope to form a real person.

…

The rough casualty statistics of the Feiyue Lake battle have been released.

The Qi Refining monks suffered more than 900 casualties, including more than 130 sect disciples, nearly 300 family monks, and more than 500 casual cultivators.

Six Foundation Establishment cultivators died, one sect elder, three Foundation Establishment family members, and two Foundation Establishment casual cultivators.

"What, Senior Brother Zhang died?"

Bai Zichen was inexplicably shocked. He did not expect that the only fallen elder of the sect was actually Senior Brother Zhang, who was familiar with him.

As soon as he arrived at the temporary gathering point of the sect elders, he received this shocking news.

"After Master Zhang cooperated with the battle formation to kill a water snake, he was attacked by a venomous scorpion hiding in the dark. We were unable to rescue him... We immediately took poison-removing elixirs, but we still couldn't save him."

The deacon was trembling in fear below the stage. Senior Brother Zhang was attacked and decapitated by a dragon, and the war was over.

To die at this point in time can only be said to be destiny.

Liang Yu strode closer, lifted up the white cloth, and revealed the body of Senior Brother Zhang.

There is a round hole on the forehead, with black markings spreading out in all directions.

"He didn't die from scorpion poison, but a needle pierced his skull and his soul was destroyed..."

Liang Yu gently turned Senior Brother Zhang's head, and there was also a round hole between the bun on the back of his head.

The poisonous scorpion stabbed directly through the head. When the poison entered the body, Senior Brother Zhang was already dead.

"Where's the poisonous scorpion?"

"It disappeared after a few flashes. Judging from the direction of escape, it should be leaving Feiyue Lake."

"It turns out that in the Feiyue Lake, there are more than just the thousand-year-old turtle and the hundred-poison golden toad among the second-level peak monsters. There is also a third one hiding in the dark..."

Liang Yu looked desolate. A fellow disciple who had worked with him for nearly a hundred years and had been working hard in the law enforcement hall left like this, which made his mood fluctuate.

"Send the order and strengthen the vigilance everywhere to prevent the evil beasts from secretly attacking."

"In addition, I have collected the body of Junior Brother Zhang. After he returns to the sect, I will personally mourn him... none of his relics and the sect's contribution are allowed to be moved. I will find the descendants of his family and then distribute them."

Since the poisonous scorpion at the top of the second level has escaped, there is little chance of him coming back.

But there must still be hidden second-level monsters in the entire body of Feiyue Lake that have not been forced out of the lake by the Demon Locking God's Fire Drum.

"Yes, there is a corresponding honor for those who die for the sect... If any descendant of the Zhang family has the qualifications to be blessed, they can be given a place as an inner sect disciple."

The head guard, Wei Dao, was also nearby, with a pale face. Using the middle-grade magic weapon, the Demon Locking God Fire Drum, even with the help of an endless supply of high-grade spiritual stones, it was a huge load for him.

After briefly searching Feiyue Lake, Ancestor Ge Cang has returned to the mountain gate.

Then it doesn't seem that important whether he, the leader, needs to rush back.

Bai Zichen was filled with emotion as he looked at Senior Brother Zhang who was covered with white cloth again and carried down.

One day ago, the two of them were talking side by side on the way to Feiyue Lake, but now they are separated by yin and yang.