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Seeing Qingmeng, Yin Lingzi and others dragging their seriously injured bodies back to the camp caused everyone to sigh for a while, and finally they were suppressed by a group of high-level people before they did not cause panic.

And Hua Wu Feiyang also went out of the customs as soon as possible, and after checking it on everyone, he ordered the various sects to quickly take the medicinal materials they needed from the sect's warehouse, and began to frantically refine the healing pills.

After half a month, the elixir that everyone needed was finally refined, and the elixir of Qingmeng and Yin Lingzi even reached the seven-level high-grade products.

After everyone took the pill, they were all sent into the glazed pagoda, so that Xiao Xiangzi began to form a time ratio of one to fifty with the outside world, so that everyone could heal and recover inside.

In the marshal's tent, Hua Wufei looked at the elders present with a gloomy face, and said, "I didn't expect them to receive such a heavy pill this time, if I am an alchemist myself, after this time, the two powerful helpers under my command will be abolished." ”

"Flower Dance Daoist, we didn't expect it to be so dangerous this time, but fortunately, nothing happened to that point. Elder Aoki also said gloomily.

At this time, Qingmeng and the others were seriously injured, and everyone also felt a cloud cover, although this was needed by the battle situation, but they were in the greatest danger, so everyone was also a little grateful, if it was themselves, maybe the result would be worse than it.

"Don't mention it, they will all need to heal for a long time in the future, so they can only rely on us to resist during this period. Hua Wu Fei said in a deep voice.

"Flower Dance Daoyou, this time Qingmeng Daoyou and others have made a lot of contributions, so leave it to us next, and we won't let them suffer this danger in vain. Elder Flame Valley said aloud.

"Having said that, but you must remember that this is not just the danger and responsibility of my Xingchen family, presumably the other party will be forced again in the near future after this calamity, and you need to strengthen your strength. Hearing the words of the Elder of the Flame Valley, Hua Wufei interrupted with a wave of his hand.

"It's okay, we know what to do next. An elder of the Flower Sect also spoke up at this time.

"I don't think you understand what I mean. Hearing the words of the elder of the Flower Sect, Hua Wufei shook his head and said.

"Eh?" Hearing Hua Wu Feiyang's words, everyone also looked at Hua Wu Feiyang's next words with a confused expression.

"The other party will inevitably be a powerful person to make a move again, relying on the strength of our current disciples, it will not be able to turn the tide at all, you may as well send a text message to the sect and send an elder-level master to meet the enemy. Seeing everyone looking at herself, Hua Wufei said in a deep voice.

"This ......!" Hearing the words of the flower dance, everyone didn't know what to do.

Seeing that there was silence for a while, Hua Wufei Yang spoke up again: "I know that you all need masters to sit in the sect, but don't forget that this is the front line, and there are no eggs under the nest?"

"Okay, let's try. "After a while, Elder Yanghe of the Wuji Gate and Elder Aoki of the Xiaoyao Sect spoke first.

"Okay, you think about it, and I won't force you to make a decision. After saying that, the flowers danced and flew up, and walked out of the tent.

The elders looked at each other, shook their heads and sighed, then stood up and sent a text message to their own sect.

Just after that day, a heavy feeling of the mountain rain coming and the wind filling the building enveloped everyone's hearts, leaving everyone in a tense atmosphere.

Three days later, the first to come to the camp were the two elders of the Star Pavilion, the second generation elder Mo Ruhai and the Yin Hades Son.

On the fourth day, Huang Fenggu and Hua Sect each came with two elders.

On the fifth day, the master of the Aoki Hall of the Xiaoyao Sect came to the camp with an elder.

On the sixth day, the elders of the Flame Valley and other forces finally came to the camp, and at this time, there were already more than a dozen Avatar Mirror monks, and they all greeted them with grateful fists after seeing the flowers flying.

Sure enough, eight years after Qingmeng and the others returned, the Demon Sect led a large army to press directly on the border, and after several days of fighting between the two Divine Mirror monks, a month later, it was quiet again, leaving only the smoke of gunpowder still spreading in the battlefield.

A year later, Qingmeng and the others, who had been in retreat for a long time because they had injured their origins, finally came out of the customs, and everyone also held a banquet for Qingmeng and the others, congratulating the triumphant return of the 135 people at the cost of serious injuries rather than death.

It's spring again, and since the last big war, the Demon Sect has also carried out a large-scale recuperation, and once again waved its army.

One hundred thousand low-level monks were neatly arranged in dozens of phalanxes and stood on the battlefield, and dozens of high-level monks of the Yuan Infant Stage Dao Transformation God Stage stood in the air.

"A year ago, you waited for the Demon Sect to be beaten by us and lost your armor, and you came again after a year of cultivation, did you want to do it once?" Hua Wu Feiyang walked out, and said as he looked at the other party's demonic aura in the air.

"Haha......! Flower Dance Flying, today is not that day, is it possible that you still treat us as yesterday's Ameng?" Hearing Hua Wufeiyang's words, an old man on the other side said with a sneer.

"Isn't it?" said Hua Wufei with a deeper smile when she heard the other party's words.

"Don't talk nonsense, everything depends on strength. Saying that, the army of low-ranking monks on the other side roared and rushed towards the army of the Flower Dance Flying side.

Seeing that the other party has already made a move, the army of the dancing side also rushed towards the other party in an orderly manner, and the ability to have such a uniform action is all caused by this year's training and running-in, which will faintly increase the combat effectiveness of each phalanx.

In this way, one wins and one loses, one chases and one flees, and a stalemate is unconsciously formed between the two sides.

Time has passed unconsciously for six years, and between the six years, both sides have lost and won, and the casualties have risen in a straight line, but they are basically low-level monks, so it can be said that it is insignificant for the entire battle situation, but after all, the dark cloud shrouded in the heart has not receded, although the dead and wounded during the period have little impact on the entire battle situation, but the people who died in the war are the loved ones of the people in the army, and the pain in their hearts has never been false, and over time, the resentment against the enemy has accumulated more and more, and it is more and more impossible to resolve.

This is just the tip of this troubled world, other places are also in the midst of war at this time, and hundreds of thousands of halls in the Star Hall have been secretly sent to other places to help in the war by Hua Wu Feiyang and the high-level members of the Star Palace, so that it will be convenient for the division of the cultivation realm pattern in the future.

At this time, there is only a group of descendants left in the Star Palace, which belongs to the fresh blood of the Star Palace, this power will be regarded as the absolute combat power of the Star Hall in the future, so that the forces in the cultivation realm are frightened, and the decisive and ruthless purpose of killing makes people dare not provoke, for fear that it will bring bloody disasters to their own sect, of course, this is also a secret that everyone does not know now, and belongs to the Star Palace.

It was another great battle with no sun and moon, flying sand and stones, roaring winds, gunpowder smoke, and shadows, and this war lasted several times longer than before, and it lasted for half a year, and finally ended with the loss of as many as 80,000 low-level monks, as many as 30,000 intermediary monks, and five or six high-level monks.

This time, even Hua Wu Feiyang was hurt to her origin, and she had no choice but to lead everyone into a long retreat again.