Natural Fairy Species Chapter 117

  Chapter 117 Sound Bamboo Sword

  Various old forests, rolling hills.

   A group of pig demons with protruding fangs and black thorns on their heads rushed forward, kicking up billows of dust.

   "Shield up!"

  In a phalanx of 500 people, a thick earth shield rose up, like a giant city gate, and the pig demon bumped into it and staggered, and two of its fangs were broken.

   "Jin Ge Shu, start!"

   Twelve golden weapons gathered in the four corners of the phalanx, and swung them out with terrifying power.

   Several pig demons were directly beheaded, but most of them were still alive and kicking.

  Several pig demons that had been brushed off by Jin Geshu flew out for several feet, rolled twice on the ground, and got up again with a whimper.

  The pig demon under attack became more and more irritable, and the protruding fangs glowed red, like heavy chariots, knocking the earth shield into sand and stones.

   "Hold on, increase the mana injection!"

  The lead deacon saw a few cracks on the soil shield, and hurriedly roared at the top of his throat.

"Junior Brother Ma, Junior Sister Long, let's fight together... This group of pig monsters are thick-skinned and thick-skinned, and they are an outlier among first-order monsters. They can protect themselves by fighting alone, and they can't be strangled. After a long time, The pig demons are scattered, delaying things."

   Three Foundation Establishment cultivators stopped in mid-air, commenting on the battle situation below.

   "Huh, I have to practice hard when I look back. The first battle was like this, and I couldn't even aim at the target..."

  Ma Ming's face was gloomy, and a small green knife flew out of his hand, piercing into the pig demon's body like cutting tofu.

   Turned around inside and shot out, looking for the next target, leaving behind the rotten pig demon whose body was stirred up and crashed to the ground.

   "Fortunately, those immortal cultivators and casual cultivators haven't joined together yet, otherwise it would be embarrassing for Qingfeng sect to tell them to watch!"

"Junior Brother Ma is thinking too much. In the land reclamation war, the sect is absolutely dominant. Whoever dares to speak out...Anyone who defies orders and retreats can be dealt with directly. Except for a few casual cultivators who don't know the severity, the rest are just They will move closer to us, strive for more chances of survival, and take more care when rewarding us for meritorious service after the war."

  Elder Zhang of the Law Enforcement Hall hooked a pig demon with two silver flying claws, pulled it to the sides, and tore it in half.

   On the other side, the hot and hot Sister Long was taciturn, waving her hands and spinning the crescent moon, driving back several pig demons who were trying to escape.

   After a stick of incense, the group of pig demons were finally killed.

  The battle formation was lifted, and every monk consumed a lot of mana. Except for the guards, the rest sat down to recover their mana.

  After a battle, except for a few people who lost their strength, all of them were unscathed.

  If there is no battle formation, five hundred monks are in a mess, and there must be dozens of casualties in the end when they are rushed by the pig demon.

   On the wasteland road, until Feiyue Lake, there are at least dozens of such monsters, and there will be monsters rushing out from nowhere at any time.

  If there is no cooperation in the battle formation, the Qi Refining Cultivator will probably suffer heavy casualties if he walks halfway.

   After everyone recovers, start to clean the battlefield and collect useful monster materials.

  Another group of monks cleaned up long vines and weeds, clearing out a habitat of several acres.

  Two formation masters carried the formation plate, carefully identified the position, inserted the formation flag, and arranged a second-tier low-grade defensive formation.

   "According to the plan, this is the first foothold on the road of land reclamation warfare, and the resources that will be added later will be stored here... just a second-tier low-grade formation, will it not be enough?"

   Ma Ming was the first team to sign up to join the wasteland war. After leaving the sect, he realized that this wasteland war was completely different from his previous expeditions to the depths of the Montenegro.

   The monsters you encounter cannot be avoided, you have to clean them one by one.

   Even poisonous snakes and insects must be eliminated as much as possible to reduce the burden on the follow-up troops.

"This place barely has the strength of the second-level low-grade spirit veins, and the high-level large-scale spiritual energy can't support it... Besides, according to the plan of the General Affairs Hall, a total of six transfer stations will be built, all of which will use high-level formations, and the formation hall will be emptied. not enough."

  Inside the formation, under the leadership of two deacons, simple attics and warehouses have already begun to be built.

  Elder Zhang fell to the ground. In the next month, they will clear up the surrounding monsters here and wait for the second batch of teams to converge.

   "The general affairs hall is in charge of us..."

   Ma Ming muttered softly, seeing that Junior Sister Long had gone far away, he hurriedly followed.

  Bai Zichen waited anxiously outside the refining room, pacing back and forth.

  Three days ago, he received a letter saying that the refining of the flying sword had reached the final stage, and he was asked to wait at the scene.

   "Why is it not over yet, the last step of condensing the sword is not so slow?"

  At this time, Bai Zichen became a little nervous, and asked anxiously.

  I didn't think so before, but now I am really worried about the possibility of failure in sword refining.

  Being able to successfully refine a top-grade spiritual weapon does not necessarily mean success in refining a second-order flying sword.

  If you want to fail, there is really no way to find another holy sound bamboo in a short time.

   "Don't worry, since the acting senior brother only started refining in January, he must be sure..."

  Peng Chong was by his side, he was mainly curious about the second-order flying sword.

  As a craftsman, who wouldn't want to forge a few famous swords in his own hands?

  Bai Zichen calmed down, and found that he cared too much about the second-order Feijian, and his mind was already confused.

   Simply find a place to sit down, outline the oven of heaven and earth in the sea of ​​consciousness, and sink into the realm of no joy and no worries.

   After maintaining the heaven and earth oven for a whole stick of incense, he took the initiative to withdraw his consciousness and let the scene disappear with the wind.

  When I opened my eyes again, it was as calm as water.

  Peng Chong nodded secretly on the side, as expected of setting a record of asking the mind in the true test, and recovering so quickly.

  If it were me, there would be a lot of anxiety in the process of refining a top-quality spiritual weapon, and I didn't know whether it was successful or not at the last moment.

   "Brother Peng, have you heard any news about the land reclamation war recently?"

  Bai Zichen took the initiative to stir up the topic, asking about irrelevant things.

"The Hall of Law Enforcement has taken down the first second-order spirit vein, established a transfer station, and the sect has sent an elder to lead a hundred disciples there... This time, there are four hundred family monks, And 500 people selected from thousands of registered casual practitioners."

  Peng Chong collected himself into news channels and shared them together.

   "Oh, the joining of family monks means that the 20 Foundation Establishment monks leading the team are already in place. It is estimated that the progress can be greatly improved."

  Bai Zichen thought of the Bai family. Last month, his uncle Bai Jiuan sent a letter saying that the family had already received the batch of resources sent back.

  I don't know which ten tribesmen Bai Xianzhong selected in the first batch of teams.

   "The location of the second transfer station has been decided. There are several second-level snake monsters. It should take some time to clear them up..."

  A clear and crisp jade sound interrupted Peng Chong's words, and the fire in the qi refining room was shining brightly, all of which were reflected.

   Immediately afterwards, there were musical instruments playing together, hollow and melodious, covering the rest of the sound.

  Bai Zichen and Peng Chong looked at each other, and then stared at the door of the refining room, knowing that the most critical moment for sword refining had come.

   After another half an hour, there was only a loud shout, the light in the refining room dimmed, and silence returned.

  Dai Hui pushed the door open and walked out, his complexion was gloomy, and the Taoist robe on his chest was still stained with blood.

  Bai Zichen's heart trembled, and he couldn't help asking: "Brother Dai, what's the result of the sword practice?"

   "Fortunately, life is not disgraceful!"

  Dai Hui's eyes were shining brightly, although his whole body looked badly damaged, and he no longer had the elegant temperament before.

   "At the last moment, the condensed sword was only a hair away from forming. It almost ran out of firepower, and it was going to fall short... I, Fu Lingxin, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and with the blood to fuel the fire, I finally refined this sword."

  Dai Hui raised his palm, and the white smoothness like swimming fish came out.

  After refining, the white flying sword shrunk to three and a half feet long and stays in the air, its color is bright and bright.

  It seems to have spiritual wisdom, and it is spinning around by itself.

   "Sound Bamboo Sword!"

  When Bai Zichen saw the white flying sword, he compared it with the image on the sword refining secret, and knew that this second-level flying sword was officially refined successfully.

  Seeing Dai Hui like this, he quickly bowed and saluted.

   "Thanks to the acting brother this time, the brother who is still tired has lost his vitality."

   "It's okay, compared to comprehending the refining method of the second-level flying sword, this small injury is nothing!"

  Dai Hui obviously learned a lot during the sword refining process and was in a great mood.

   "There is also the Tianxin Sword. If the younger brother still wants to refine it, you can find all the materials and come to me... It won't be so dangerous next time, but I will charge the sword refining fee."

   "From now on, I still have time to bother senior brother."

  Bai Zichen was overjoyed, and others might be satisfied with a blow of the flying sword.

  But because of the Galaxy Sword Formation, he already has the habit of collecting flying swords, and he never rejects flying swords, the more the better.

  And Bai Zichen has already mastered two swords, two flying swords are the basic standard equipment for him.

  After bidding farewell to Dai Hui, Bai Zichen immediately took out the Yinzhu sword after returning, and stroked it carefully.

   "Different from the Black Bamboo Sword, the Yinzhu Sword has lost some of its own quality. It looks like bamboo and jade, and has some hardware characteristics..."

  Bai Zichen placed the Yinzhu sword in front of him, took a deep breath, and began to refine the flying sword.

   After all, it was a second-order flying sword. It only took a few hours for all living beings to complete the sacrifice that day.

   As for the Yinzhu Sword, it took three days and three nights to achieve the connection of mind and mind, as if commanding by arms.

   "With this sword in hand, I don't know how far I can rank among the foundation-building monks..."

  After Bai Zichen established his foundation, he hadn't fought against monks of the same rank.

   You can only take the battle you watched before, put yourself in it, and make a judgment.

   "Generally, in the early stage of foundation establishment, he should not be my opponent... At least that Senior Brother Zhang from the Hall of Law Enforcement, if he didn't hide too many hole cards when he killed the Mo family that day, it doesn't look like he can block my sword light."

  Bai Zichen took a few familiar objects and compared them with himself.

   "As for Brother Pei, a middle-stage cultivator who has built up his foundation over the years, I'm afraid I can't beat him. The gap in mana is too great."

  Bai Zichen waved the Yinzhu sword, the more he looked at it, the happier he became.

  With a long roar, he got up and walked out of the sect with his sword.

  The first second-level flying sword in life is naturally a memorable moment.

  (end of this chapter)

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