Natural fairy species

Mang Mang old forest, 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 they swung out with terrifying power.

A few pig demons were killed immediately, but most of them were still alive and kicking.

Several pig demons that had been brushed off by the golden sword technique 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 it, increase the mana injection!"

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

"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 won't be able to kill them if they want to. It's been 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 ended 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, stabbing 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 disturbed and crashed to the ground.

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

"Junior Brother Ma thinks 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 They will only get closer to us, strive for more chances of survival, and take more care when rewarding us for meritorious deeds after the war."

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

On the other side, Junior Sister Long with a hot body was silent and spun around the crescent moon while waving her hands, driving back the few pig demons who were trying to escape.

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

After the battle was lifted, every monk had consumed a lot of mana. Except for the guards, the rest of them 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 monster.

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

Without the cooperation of the battle formation, it is estimated that the Qi Refining Cultivator will suffer heavy casualties if he walks halfway.

When everyone recovered, they began to clean the battlefield and collect useful monster materials.

Another group of monks cleared the long vines and weeds, and cleared out a habitat of several acres.

The 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 to open up wasteland, and the resources that will be replenished later will be stored here... just a second-tier low-grade formation, will it not be enough?"

Ma Ming was one of the first teams 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.

You can't avoid the monsters you encounter, 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 a second-level low-grade spirit vein, and no matter how high-level a large formation is, it 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 landed on the ground. In the next month, they will wipe out the surrounding monsters here and wait for the second batch of teams to converge.

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

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

...

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

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

"How come it's 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 it 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-level flying sword.

If it fails, there is really no way to find another sacred sound bamboo in a short time.

"Don't worry, since Dai Shixiong only started refining after one month of comprehension, 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 was too concerned about the second-order Feijian, and his mind was already confused.

Just 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 he opened his eyes again, he was as calm as water.

Peng Chong nodded secretly at the side, as expected he had set a record in the True Inheritance Trial and recovered 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 casual cultivators."

Peng Chong collected himself into the news channel and shared it together.

"Oh, if the family monks join, it 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, his uncle Bai Jiu'an sent a letter last month, and the family had already received the batch of resources sent back.

I don't know which ten clansmen 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 wipe them out..."

A crisp jade sound interrupted Peng Chong's words, and the flames in the qi refining room were all reflected.

Immediately afterwards, there were musical instruments playing together, hollow and melodious, covering up 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 face 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 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 Ningjian sword was only a hair away from being formed. It almost ran out of firepower, and it was about 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 lifted 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 stayed in the air, its color bright.

It seems to have wisdom, and it turns 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 had been officially refined.

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

"Thanks to the senior brother this time, the senior 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 Junior 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 for refining the sword."

"There will still be time to bother senior brother in the future."

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

However, due to his relationship with the Xinghe 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 the two swords, two flying swords are basically standard 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 its 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, and 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, like an arm commanding.

"With this sword in hand, I don't know how powerful I can rank among the foundation-builder cultivators..."

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

I can only take the battle I observed before, put myself in it, and make a judgment.

"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 Senior Brother Pei, a middle-stage cultivator who has built up foundations 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 whistle, 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.