MTL - Natural Fairy Species

  Chapter 296 The Rapidly Growing Tong Huan

   During the time of rectifying the army of monks, Bai Zichen laid 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 kind of sword refining secret is harmful to heaven and harmony, but the sword itself is not a problem... It doesn't have much skill, it's more about the level of the fourth-order big demon spine itself is high enough."

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

  It is the most basic thing that the mind is sent out in parallel like the arm dictates.

   "In the future, if you encounter 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 be 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, the clear sword sound was emitted, 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 Tier 3 flying sword might not be able to enter the super-clear micro-sword box, and some arrogant weapon spirits would even refuse the master's order.

  Ziwei Dazzling Thunder Sword and Yuexuan Sword's fusion of Qi quietly moved a few positions away, leaving the White 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 won't be taken along..."

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

   But 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 masters of the Holy Lotus Sect who kept their heads and tails hidden, had very complicated imprints. Bai Zichen washed it with his spiritual sense several times in the normal way, but it still remained motionless.

  The two monks of the Holy Lotus Sect are both at the early stage of alchemy, and there is a huge difference in the strength of spiritual consciousness from Bai Zichen.

   Logically speaking, such a large gap in spiritual consciousness should be resolved overnight, and it is simply irresistible.

  It is impossible for 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.

   Falling into the hands of others is not a trick, and 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.

  …

   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.

  As for the casual cultivators, this time there are a few elders as team leaders, who organize the recruited monks into a team for training.

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

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

  The key is the experience of forming a battle formation cultivated in the land reclamation war, and there are very few scenes that can be used 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 formation flags and disks, it can be equivalent to a foundation-building monk in both attack and defense.

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

   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.

  But the opponent in the Zongmen War has become a human monk again, and then the slow-moving and slow-changing battle formation will completely become a target to be beaten in place.

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

  After applying light-weight talisman and magic-moving talisman to all members, despite the wind and rain, they crossed the mountains and rivers, and several thousands of monks with a complex composition 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. The specific spirit I don't know about Shi Chuan, but Ghost Spirit Sect has arranged eight foundation-building monks here all year round."

  In Ghost Spirit Sect, not every foundation-building cultivator has an elder position.

  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.

  Like Wei Chuming, who was lurking in the Ghost Spirit Sect back then, he has no status as an elder and can only be counted as the middle level 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?"

  This sect war, in Wei Chuming's eyes, 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, no one will be convinced by his sudden promotion even if his cultivation achievements are not outstanding.

  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 has made great achievements in this trip, there will be enough reasons to push him to the top at that time.

   "Why don't we take down the Lingshi vein first? Anyway, the mine can't be greatly destroyed, and the Ghost Spirit Gate can run away with some of the mined Chihuoyuan copper at most."

  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. From the stage of foundation establishment, his combat power has been superior to his peers, and it is common for him to win more than one.

  Failing to complete the task by then, losing face is a trivial matter, but it is a major matter for the sect's vanguard to go out and adversely affect morale.

   "Junior Brother Tong is careful, so I 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 reorganizing their formation, a thousand monks turned to kill the Lingshi vein.

  The death of the Bone Master, 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, not even the medium-sized spirit stone veins, and evacuated without any handover.

   Then 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 the Peach Blossom Fairy, no one is allowed to leave the sect easily.

  All kinds of things made the disciples of Ghost Spirit Sect begin to doubt in their hearts whether the seemingly outrageous news that Master Bone is dead is 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 real person has been beheaded by the ancestors of this sect, and the Ghost Spirit Sect will be destroyed today... Within a stick of incense, if you bind your hands and surrender, maybe you can spare your life!"

   Wei Chuming yelled three times, and when the time passed, there was no movement in the Lingshi vein, so he let out a cold snort.

   "Do you think there is no other way to hide in the formation, and you still have to waste a taboo breaking talisman!"

  A black talisman floated out and landed on the guardian aura outside the spirit stone vein.

  The next moment, there was an earthquake, the mountains were shaking, and the feeling of the sky falling and the earth cracking came, and the formation immediately showed that the aura was not good, and several flaws appeared.

  Wei Chuming took the lead, and a number of foundation-building monks shot together, directly blasting the formation to collapse.

   "Stubbornly resist, not one left!"

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

  Tong Huan met a foundation-builder 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.

   It has been a long time since I have experienced this kind of life-and-death battle.

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

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

  Tong Huan was ashamed in her heart, her behavior really disgraced Master.

  ‘But the master has never encountered such a situation, and he will definitely tell me, what are you dawdling in, of course he cut the opponent off with a sword! '

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

  Knowing that greed does not kill, he only practiced one Xingluo swordsmanship back and forth, and he never put it down for decades.

  Finally got a compliment a few years ago, not eternal criticism—

"I really don't know how you practiced it. 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 using swordsmanship rule the roost. '

  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 Chuan Gong, he came up with one move after another to derive his swordplay.

  At this moment, restrain your emotions, stick to unity, and your sword is as bright as a star, keeping your whole body airtight.

  What kind of ghosts, devil crows, bone spears and bone prisons are not allowed to get close.

  After a hundred moves, Tong Huan even had the strength to counterattack, piercing through the banner 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 sword skills..."

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

  The Ghost Spirit Sect cultivator's eyes were wide open, with an expression of disbelief, he clutched his throat, blood gushing from his fingers.

   After killing a monk of the same level, Tong Huan let out a sigh and looked around. There were corpses everywhere on the mine vein.

  The corpses of monks all over the ground, most of them were Ghost Sect monks, some of them had hideous faces, some of them had flinched in fear, and died of injuries from behind.

  Many Qingfeng sect disciples also fell to the ground, bloody, with limbs and arms broken, 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 had said to him back then, sighed, and continued to kill the nearest Ghost Spirit Sect monk with his sword.

  (end of this chapter)