A group of pig monsters with protruding tusks and black thorns on their heads rushed towards them, kicking up billows of dust.
"Shield up!"
In a phalanx of five hundred people, a thick earth shield rose up, like a giant city gate. The pig demon staggered against it, and two of its tusks were broken.
"Jinge Shu, start!"
Twelve golden swords gathered in the four corners of the phalanx, and roared out with terrifying power.
At that moment, several pig demons were killed directly, but more of them were still alive and kicking.
Several pig demons that had been brushed by Jin Ge's technique flew several feet away, rolled twice on the ground, and got up again with a groan.
The pig demon under attack became more and more violent, with red light shining on its protruding fangs, like heavy chariots, hitting the earth shield and sending sand and rocks flying everywhere.
"Hold on, increase the mana injection!"
The leading deacon saw a few cracks appearing on the earth shield and hurriedly roared at the top of his lungs.
"Junior Brother Ma, Junior Sister Long, let's take action together... These pig monsters are rough-skinned and thick-bodied. They are an anomaly among the first-order monsters. They can protect themselves with their battle formations, but they can't be wiped out. It's been a long time."
, the pig monsters dispersed and delayed things."
Three foundation-building monks were parked in mid-air, commenting on the battle situation below.
"Hmph, I have to practice hard later. The first battle ended like this. I couldn't even hit the target with my Jin Ge Technique..."
Ma Ming had a gloomy face, and a green knife flew out from his hand, and stabbed into the pig demon's body like it was cutting tofu.
It spun around in a circle and shot out, looking for the next target, leaving behind the pig monster that was stirred inside and fell to the ground.
"Fortunately, those cultivating families and casual cultivators haven't reunited yet, otherwise it would be a disgrace to the Qingfeng Sect if they were to look at it!"
"Junior Brother Ma is overthinking. In the land reclamation war, the sect is the absolute dominant one. Who dares to say anything... Anyone who disobeys orders and retreats will be dealt with directly. Except for a few casual cultivators who don't know the importance of the matter, the rest of them will
They will only move closer to us, strive for more chances of survival, and take more care of them when they are rewarded after the war."
Elder Zhang from the Law Enforcement Hall hooked a pig demon with two silver flying claws, pulled it to both sides, and tore it in half.
On the other side, Junior Sister Long, who was hot and taciturn, waved her hand and the crescent moon rotated, driving back several pig monsters that were trying to escape.
After a stick of incense, these pig monsters were finally killed.
After the battle formation was lifted, each monk had consumed a lot of mana. Except for the guards, the others sat down one after another to recover their mana.
After a battle, except for a few people who lost their strength, everyone was unscathed.
If there was no battle formation, the five hundred monks would be in chaos, and there would definitely be dozens of casualties in the end when the pig demon charged them.
On the land reclamation road, until in front of Feiyue Lake, there are at least dozens of groups of monsters like this, and monsters may rush out from nowhere at any time.
Without the cooperation of the battle formation, the Qi Refining monks would probably suffer heavy casualties halfway through.
After everyone recovered, they began to clean the battlefield and collect useful monster materials.
Another group of monks cleared away the vines and weeds and cleared several acres of habitat.
The two formation masters carried the formation plate, carefully identified the position, inserted the formation flag, and arranged a second-level low-grade defensive formation.
"According to the plan, this is the first stop on the road to the land reclamation war, and the resources that will be supplemented later will be stored here... Just a second-order low-grade formation will not be enough."
Ma Ming voluntarily signed up to join the first batch of teams in the land reclamation war. After leaving the clan, he discovered that this land reclamation war was completely different from his previous adventures deep in the Black Mountains.
You cannot avoid the monsters you encounter, you have to sweep them away 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 itself barely has the strength of the second-level low-level spiritual energy, and the high-level spiritual energy cannot support it... Besides, according to the General Affairs Hall's plan, a total of six transfer stations will be built, all using high-level formations, and the formation hall will be emptied.
It’s not even enough.”
Inside the formation, under the leadership of two deacons, construction of simple attics and warehouses has begun.
Elder Zhang landed on the ground. In the next month, they will kill the surrounding monsters here and wait for the second group of teams to gather.
"It's just the General Affairs Office, but it's still our responsibility..."
Ma Ming murmured softly, and seeing Junior Sister Long walking away, he quickly followed her.
…
Bai Zichen was waiting anxiously outside the refining room, pacing back and forth.
Three days ago, he received a message saying that the refining of the flying sword had reached the final step, and he was asked to wait at the scene.
"Why is it not over yet? The last step of condensing the sword was not so slow, right?"
At this time, Bai Zichen became a little nervous and asked worriedly.
I didn't realize it before, but now I am really worried about the possibility of failure in sword refining.
Being able to successfully refine a top-quality spiritual weapon does not mean that you will definitely be able to successfully refine a second-level flying sword.
If it fails, there is really no way to find another Holy Sound Bamboo in a short period of time.
"Don't worry, since Senior Brother Dai started refining after one month of enlightenment, he must be confident..."
Peng Chong was with him. He was mainly curious about the second-level flying sword.
As a weapon refiner, who doesn't want to refine a few famous swords in his own hands?
Bai Zichen calmed down and found that he was too concerned about the second-level flying sword and had become distracted.
Simply find a seat and sit down, outline the oven of heaven and earth in the sea of consciousness, and sink into a state of no joy or worry.
He maintained the furnace of heaven and earth for a whole stick of incense before taking the initiative to withdraw his consciousness and let the scene disappear like it was blown away by the wind.
When I opened my eyes again, I was as calm as water.
Peng Chong nodded secretly on the side. He indeed set a record in the True Inheritance Trial and recovered so quickly.
If it were you, if you had a top-quality spiritual weapon in the process of refining, and you didn't know the final moment of success or failure, you would definitely be anxious in every possible way.
"Senior Brother Peng, have you heard any news about the land reclamation war recently?"
Bai Zichen took the initiative to stir up the topic and asked about irrelevant things.
"The Law Enforcement Hall has captured the first second-level spiritual vein, established a transfer station, and sent an elder from the sect to lead a hundred disciples there... This time, there are also 400 family monks accompanying them.
, and five hundred people selected from thousands of registered casual practitioners."
Peng Chong collected the news and shared it together.
"Oh, with the addition of the family monks, it means that the twenty foundation-building 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 received the batch of resources sent back.
I don’t know which ten tribesmen Bai Xianzhong selected among the first batch of teams.
"There are several second-level snake demons at the second transfer station location. It should take some time to eliminate them all..."
A crisp jade sound interrupted Peng Chong's words, and the fire in the Qi Refining Room was reflected.
Immediately afterwards, there was a chorus of musical instruments playing, hollow and melodious, covering up all other sounds.
Bai Zichen and Peng Chong looked at each other and stared at the door of the weapon refining room, knowing that the sword refining had reached the most critical moment.
After another half an hour, a loud shout was heard, the light in the refining room dimmed, and silence returned.
Dai Hui pushed open the door and walked out, his face was gloomy, and his robe was still stained with blood on his chest.
Bai Zichen's heart trembled and he couldn't help but ask: "Brother Dai, what was the result of the sword refining?"
"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life!"
Dai Hui's eyes shone brightly, although his whole person looked severely damaged and no longer elegant and elegant.
"At the last moment, I was only a hair away from the formation of the Condensing Sword. I almost ran out of firepower and fell short... I, Fu Lingxin, spurted out a mouthful of essence and blood, and used the blood to fuel the fire, and finally refined the sword."
Dai Hui raised his palm, and white water like a swimming fish came out.
After being refined, the white flying sword shrank to a length of three and a half feet and stayed in the air, its color bright.
It seems to be intelligent, spinning around on its own.
"Yinzhu Sword!"
When Bai Zichen saw the white flying sword and compared it with the image in the sword refining secret, he knew that this second-level flying sword was officially successfully refined.
Seeing Dai Hui's appearance, he quickly bowed and saluted.
"Thanks to Senior Brother Dai this time. Senior Brother who is still tired has lost his vitality."
"It doesn't matter. Compared with understanding the refining method of the second-level flying sword, this small injury is nothing!"
Dai Hui obviously gained a lot of insights during the sword refining process and was in a very good mood.
"There is also the Tianxin Sword. If junior brother still wants to refine it, he can find all the materials and come to me... It won't be so thrilling next time, but I will charge for the sword refining fee."
"There will still be time to bother senior brother from now on."
Bai Zichen was so happy that others might be satisfied with a flying sword.
But because of the Galaxy Sword Array, he already had the habit of collecting flying swords. He would not refuse any flying sword, and the more the better.
Moreover, Bai Zichen has mastered the ability to use two swords at once, and two flying swords are the basic standard for him.
After bidding farewell to Dai Hui, Bai Zichen immediately took out the Yinzhu Sword and rubbed it carefully.
"Unlike the Black Bamboo Sword, the Yin Bamboo Sword has lost some of its quality. It resembles bamboo and jade, and has some hardware qualities..."
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-level flying sword. It only took a few hours to complete the sacrifice that day.
As for the Yinzhu Sword, it took three days and three nights to achieve a state of mind-to-mind connection, like an arm commanding it.
"With this sword in my hand, I don't know how high my combat power can be among the foundation-building monks..."
After Bai Zichen established his foundation, he had not yet fought against a monk of the same level.
We can only use the battles we observed before, put ourselves into it, and make a judgment.
"Generally, in the early stage of foundation building, he should not be my opponent...at least Senior Brother Zhang from the Law Enforcement Hall, if he didn't hide too many trump cards when he was slaying the Mo family, he doesn't look like he can block the light of my sword."
Bai Zichen took several familiar objects and compared them with himself.
"As for a monk like Senior Brother Pei who has been in the middle stage of foundation building for many years, I'm afraid I can't beat him. The difference in mana is too big."
Bai Zichen was waving the sound bamboo sword, and the more he looked at it, the happier he became.
With a long roar, he stood up, wielded his sword, and left the sect.
The first level 2 flying sword in your life is naturally a memorable moment.