Chapter 522 Gongshu Murong

"The beast meat soup is ready."

Qian Xiaoyi and Zhou Qing didn't care too much and started to eat voraciously around the marching pot.

Although they can fast, it will waste spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy in the star realm is thin, and the little spiritual energy wasted may be able to cast an extra life-saving spell on the battlefield.

At this moment, the scout in the distance sent a message:

"Report to the general, there are enemies attacking eight hundred miles away."

Qian Xiaoyi nodded tiredly:

"I know, let's eat first."

This team seemed to be accustomed to this. They ate the meal slowly and then packed up and continued on the road.

They were weak all the way, and the team was crooked and out of line.

When they encountered strong winds, they stopped to rest for a while, and then slowly set off.

However, even so, the enemy troops behind them did not catch up with them, because they were also resting!

These two teams are simply a sleeping dragon meeting a phoenix chick.

It turned out that at the beginning, the Xing clan did send several elite teams to wipe out the immortal cultivators.

But under the leadership of Bai Yu, the cultivators were slippery, hiding here and there, and playing guerrilla warfare.

In the end, several elite troops were dragged down and suffered.

The no-man's land was deserted and no one lived there.

The elite troops of the Xing clan naturally could not stay here all the time.

So they sent a poor guy named Xing Qing to lead an 18th-line miscellaneous team to deal with the surviving immortal cultivators.

One side was exhausted from lack of food and clothing, and the other side was a miscellaneous team among miscellaneous teams. It was considered strict military discipline if they did not break up.

In this deserted place, this miscellaneous team had no intention of fighting and always dealt with the matter.

It can be said that they were a pair of equally matched and wonderful opponents.

Qian Xiaoyi's team flew to the station in a sparse manner.

Halfway through, the enemy general Xing Qing led the personal guard team to kill aggressively.

But Qian Xiaoyi was not panicked at all, because Bai Yu's Heavenly Corpse Incarnation also arrived.

A melee broke out between the two sides immediately.

Xing Qing was also a talent, and his fighting power was so weak that he could be called the weakest great curser.

Otherwise, he would not have been thrown into this broken place.

The Heavenly Corpse Incarnation spewed out streams of corpse gas, which turned into a hundred-foot poisonous cloud and fought Xing Qing repeatedly.

In fact, he suppressed most of the power in his body, and only then could he fight back and forth with Xing Qing.

He was afraid that he would be killed by accident.

If such a weak opponent was killed, what would happen if a stronger one came?

This battle lasted for more than half an hour, and the momentum was deafening.

Various spells and curses were thrown around, and the grass and trees on several nearby hills were blown up.

But there were very few casualties, and the few injured ones twisted their legs when they ran away.

The main point of the battle between the two sides was to do their best and stop when they had reached the limit.

After a while, the incarnation of the Heavenly Corpse offered up the corpse bead to block Xing Qing's strange blade, and said loudly:

"Fellow Daoist Xing Qing's swordsmanship has improved again. I can hardly resist him. He is really a respectable opponent."

"It's getting late. There is no result if we continue to fight. Let's make an appointment another day."

Xing Qing shouted happily:

"It was a really exciting battle. Fellow Daoist Tianshi's corpse poison has become more powerful. Of course, I am still slightly better."

"Next time I will definitely do my best to defeat you. It is the highest courtesy to use all my strength to kill the opponent."

In this desolate land, he felt that he had found the value of life and finally felt respected on the battlefield.

What is the saying that chess meets a worthy opponent and generals meet good talents, and heroes appreciate heroes.

After a mutual admiration, both sides led their troops to retreat.

Bai Yu returned to the garrison and entered the central army tent to rest.

But inside, there was a pretty and voluptuous female cultivator, who was half-removing her armor and top, with a piercing wound on her white skin.

She was applying medicine to the wound on her chest.

This female cultivator was named Murong Caiwei, and she was one of the two Yuanying fellows that Bai Yu took in later.

Murong Caiwei was born in the year of the tiger, and had a fierce personality. She said:

"Brother Bai, you came just in time. Come and change the medicine for me."

She handed the medicine bottle in her hand to Bai Yu generously, not caring at all about the spring light on her chest.

Bai Yu took the medicine bottle and started to work, saying:

"Who did Brother Murong fight hard again? The Li Clan or the Nightmare Clan?"

Those who encircled and suppressed the immortal cultivators could not all be rookies like Xing Qing.

The spell masters of the other two clans were very fierce, and fierce battles were inevitable.

Murong Caiwei snorted coldly:

"It's Liwu again. If I hadn't lacked spiritual stones and talismans, I would have chopped off his head long ago."

"Fellow Daoist Tianshi, the spells you took down last time are almost used up. Hurry up and give me another batch."

"This thing is not as good as talismans, but it can be used at least."

In order to cope with the shortage of materials, the cultivators had to start studying spells and use the spells of the spell master to replace talismans, magic weapons and other items.

Bai Yu finished bandaging Murong Caiwei and spread his hands:

"I have tried my best to rush the work, but I don't know when the next batch of materials can be gathered."

"A good cook can't cook without rice. You want the horse to run, but you don't want the horse to eat grass. What can I do if you don't give me grass?"

Murong Caiwei put on armor and said:

"When did I not give you grass?"

"Every time I hunted down the beasts, I gave you the materials. Can you do it?"

Bai Yu snorted coldly:

"How do you know I can't?"

"You are in the body of a zombie. If you can't do it, you can't do it. If you don't accept it, let's give it a try."

The two of them started to bicker with each other.

This is also one of the few joys in the extremely poor life of begging.

At this moment, there was a noise outside.

Bai Yu rushed outside the tent to check, but saw a group of monks surrounding him.

The leader is the last Nascent Soul powerhouse - Gong Shuyang.

Gong Shuyang is a thin, middle-aged man with a yellow face and a sad look on his face.

He let out a long sigh and asked:

"Fellow Daoist Bai, when will our days of hiding in Tibet come to an end?"

"Lack of food and clothing, every piece of spiritual stone and every bit of spiritual energy has to be used sparingly, and from time to time, we have to face the encirclement and suppression of the three tribes."

"Our original 300,000 surviving monks have been lost by almost half."

After Gongshu Yang spoke out, a large number of monks also echoed his words and expressed their bitterness, saying that they could no longer live this life.

Of course Bai Yu knew that life was difficult, and he was running around looking for a living like a bereaved dog.

But he still cheered up and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, everyone, as long as the star realm and the black and yellow realm merge, there will be many space passages, and then we can go back."

“Those who travel a hundred miles are half as good as ninety. Persistence is victory.”

Gongshuyang asked again:

"When is that day? A year? Ten years? Or a hundred years?"

"Can we, as a group, wait until that time?"

"Instead of wasting it in this useless place and dragging it alive until the spiritual power is exhausted, it is better to have a good fight with the enemy."

His words touched the hearts of many monks.

Yes, when will this day end? It’s like waiting for death slowly.

For a time, the entire camp was excited.

Bai Yu frowned and asked:

"Fellow Daoist Gongshu, what do you mean by this?"

Gongshu Yang said:

"I want to take my brothers to a charge. It's best if I can go back. If I die, I'll forget it."