It was just a fireball, and the majestic Eagle Vulture King was burned into a ball of coals, and the power of the fire phoenix was so powerful!

But all the eagles in the field did not dare to move, and fell on the grass and shivered.

"Alas" was another leisurely sigh, as if it came from under the Nine Shadows, but it rang in Zhang Xu's ears. However, Zhang Xu saw that the figure of the fire phoenix gradually blurred, turning into a phantom towards the iron sword of the master, and disappeared on the iron sword.

And at this moment, the coercion brought by the fire phoenix was swept away, and the eagle vultures raised their heads again, screamed a few times towards the eagle vulture king who was still burning, spread their wings and flew away, flying farther and farther.

"Machine Spirit, the Machine Spirit of the Iron Sword in Charge!" Little Lori jumped happily, holding Zhang Xu's arm and shaking her grin.

The iron sword of the master, but the real spiritual weapon, according to legend, is sealed with a fire phoenix, but only when it reaches the Jindan cultivation can it really summon it, but I didn't expect that at the critical moment, it actually came out to savior!

Among the people present, the one who knows the details of the Iron Sword of the Sect is none other than Xiao Lori, and the Fire Phoenix can be summoned, she is sincerely happy, because it means that with a powerful help comparable to that of the Jindan Monk, the future of the Iron Sword Gate will be more smooth.

"Don't shake it, it hurts!" Zhang Xu grinned.

"Ahh

Su Man, who was on the side, pursed his lips and smiled, and hurriedly took out a small pill from his arms to treat injuries and stuffed it into Zhang Xu's mouth

At the entrance of the elixir, it turned into a heat flowing into the abdomen, and the blood flow suddenly slowed down a lot, and Zhang Xu felt half of his body.

"The dog's stuff has hurt so many of our brothers. The horse limped to the still smoking Eagle Vulture King's fire ball, and slashed with his magic sword.

Zhang Xu straightened up and looked over, and saw that after a catastrophe, the monks present were seven or eight out of ten, and less than fifty survived.

There are only two of the six foundation building monks left, Ma Chuang and Feng Ping, and Feng Ping's one eye was also pecked blind by the eagle vulture, and he is now in a coma.

The eagle vulture flock is like an iron horse on the grassland, no, it is more powerful than the iron horse, after all, the iron horse cannot float in the air, and there is also a big demon like the Golden Feather Eagle Eagle King, which is comparable to the Jindan monk, and even the Zhuji monk is not its enemy.

And the ranks of the monks are like a group of infantry, and they are poorly armored and poorly trained, and they cannot resist the blow of the iron cavalry, and such heavy casualties are inevitable.

Fortunately, at the last moment, the Spirit Fire Phoenix appeared and killed the Eagle Vulture King to reverse the situation. And the killing of the Eagle Vulture King, the power of the phoenix, also made the remaining Eagle Vulture dare not fight any further, and left the battlefield one by one.

The scattered cultivators escaped from the fear of death, and they all had a feeling of the aftermath of the catastrophe, and their eyes looking at Zhang Xu were full of gratitude and fear.

They never expected that the little master, who had always been looked down upon by them, would have a spiritual protector like Phoenix!

That's a phoenix, one of the four great divine beasts! This kind of divine beast has long disappeared in the Flying Yellow Realm, and has always only existed in legends.

And in the entire cultivation realm, there are only a handful of the major divine beasts as instrument spirits, but I didn't expect the Iron Sword Sect to have such a weapon spirit!

There were heavy casualties, and even most of the living loose cultivators were injured, so they naturally couldn't continue to advance towards Gushan.

Zhang Xu ordered repairs on the spot and began to treat the wounded.

Fortunately, the Chamber of Commerce issued a large number of elixirs before leaving the Yellow Realm, and Zhang Xu himself used the entrance fees of the casual cultivators to purchase a batch, which was still enough to treat his injuries.

The wounded who ate the elixir were healed on the spot, and Zhang Xu started with a loose cultivation with a less serious injury

Bury the bodies of dead monks.

A hundred and thirty monks were placed together, most of them torn into two ends by the eagle vultures, and put together so that everyone who watched such a tragic scene could not help but weep.

The tragedy of the Otherworldly Conquest is like this, every conquered Otherworld is the result of the casualties of countless monks, and with the Otherworldly Conquest again and again, the Flying Yellow Realm is getting stronger and stronger!

A large pit several feet deep and several feet wide was dug out, and corpses were put into the pit and then bulldozed and buried.

A large earthen bag appeared on the grassland, without a tombstone or mark, only the monks present remembered in their hearts that the bodies of hundreds of monks were buried here, and that they had once fought side by side.

Feeling the sadness of the big guys, Zhang Xu knew that he had to stand up and say something to boost morale.

"Brothers, we have suffered heavy losses in this battle. ”

"Everyone is from a casual cultivation background, and they all know the cruelty of the otherworldly conquest, so I don't need to say anything. ”

"But since everyone has joined the Iron Sword Sect, they are all disciples of the Iron Sword Sect. As the head of the sect, I want to tell you that the Iron Sword Sect will not forget these dead disciples!"

"This is not an empty word, everyone present has their names on the Iron Sword Gate roster. This head of the sect assures you that the families of these disciples who died in battle will be bereaved by the Iron Sword Sect, their wives and children will be supported by my Iron Sword Sect, and if their children have cultivation talents, they will be directly absorbed into the Iron Sword Sect and become the disciples of my Iron Sword Sect!"

"Anyone who has contributed to the Iron Sword Gate, the Iron Sword Gate will not forget you!"

Zhang Xu's clear words spread across the grassland, reaching the ears of all the scattered cultivators, and also made their eyes moisten.

As casual cultivators, they have always struggled to survive alone, desperately earning cultivation resources, and when they are dead, injured, or disabled, who will pay attention to them? They have always been able to lick their wounds alone, and after they die, no one asks their families.

And now, Zhang Xu's guarantee finally gave them a sense of belonging, and it turned out that they were also organized people!

Of course, some people think that Zhang Xu is talking in vain, deliberately saying big things to buy people's hearts, after all, the Iron Sword Gate is now clear, and even the ancestral Iron Sword Villa has been lost, so what is it used to support the families of the dead disciples?

But many times, whether it is a lie or a big talk, at least when people are desperate, hesitant, or depressed, such words can warm people's hearts, make people feel rushed, and some people are willing to believe it.

Monks are also human beings, and people are all social animals, and they all have a yearning for the organization and belonging, and they all need emotional sustenance.

Therefore, for Zhang Xu's words, most of the scattered cultivators present were full of gratitude, because Zhang Xu didn't need to promise so much at all, because originally everyone joined the Iron Sword Sect was just an exchange, exchanging spirit stones for the identity of disciples of the sect.

After a tragic battle, the morale of the monks present did not slacken, but quickly condensed, and Zhang Xu's prestige as the head of the sect increased sharply.

Although he is still a mid-level cultivator in refining, his ability to turn the tide in battle, and his promise after the battle, are enough to make the surviving casual cultivators regard him as the backbone, and truly regard him as the backbone!

Looking at the majestic appearance of the little master, Su Man's eyes lit up with little stars, and he kept shouting in his heart, the little boss is so handsome!