Listening to Mr. Zhang's explanation, Tong Tianyang somewhat regretted taking this task, and he should have gone back at the beginning, not to fall to the point in front of him.

Of course, there is a reward for completing the task, and he naturally hopes that the reward will be as much as possible, after all, there are not many opportunities for him to be a casual cultivator, and if he misses it, he may never have it again.

But at the moment, this task is really not easy to do, the demons want to harvest the demon blood crystals and get the replenishment of talents...... Both sides are battling.

Establishing a stronghold is equivalent to blocking a position, and in order to hunt a larger number of blood crystals, the demon will not attack before there is a ghost.

"It seems that this time I have to fight hard!" Tong Tianyang stood on a high ground, wiping the wind-breaking knife in his hand while observing the situation around the stronghold.

The stronghold covers an area of ten acres, and in the center is a great Confucian icon, he does not know the world, only knows that this icon is called "Xuzi Icon".

Xuzi, the ancient sage, is the author of the article "The Void Demon Sutra".

Legend has it that on the day this sutra was written, all the demons lurking in Kyushu were killed, and none of them survived.

The "Xuzi" icon stood in the camp with scriptures in hand, and the whole camp was built at an unconventional speed, accumulating stones into walls and gathering soil into towers, and it was only half a day's work, and the camp had begun to take shape.

"Blazing Eyes, open!"

After coming to this world for such a long time, Tong Tianyang has never seen what aura is like, so he naturally wants to see and see, and by the way, observe the surroundings and see if there is any potential danger.

In the blood-colored world, wisps of orange breath float in the sky and earth in the shape of flocculents, small as wisps and as big as cotton wool.

"This should be the fire attribute aura, do you want to catch one!"

Monks have a part of the ability to resist aura, which Zhang Zongqi has mentioned a long time ago, otherwise Sima An would not have assigned such a task, after all, the demonization of monks and the demonization of civilians are completely two different concepts.

Civilians demonize and gain the power of the middle stage of dark energy, once the monk is demonized, it is very likely that he will become the existence of the half-step Heavenly Gate, and with the memory of physical martial arts, it is simply a disaster.

"Try?"

Less than thirty meters away from him, there was a wisp of fire attribute aura, and when he saw this aura, he felt an urge in his heart to inhale it into his body.

"Others don't dare to try it, because there is no means to refine the aura, I have the Dan Dao Wai Dan in my body, and the power of the Wai Dan is the power of the immortals, and it is really not possible to consume the power of the Wai Dan!"

With a dodge, Tong Tianyang had already come to this wisp of aura, the tip of his nose sucked sharply, and the silky fire attribute aura was directly inhaled into his body.

Rumble!

The aura entered the body, the burning ceremony broke out, and the fire of the four groups of internal breath burned, and the whole person had a feeling of eating.

In addition, Tong Tianyang also clearly felt the destructive power of the aura, but wherever the aura passed, the flesh and blood were corroded to varying degrees, and the sense of corrosion was strong, and the most important thing was that the area of the injury was still expanding, and it could not be stopped.

Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down, the whole person's face was pale, and his eyes were as red as blood.

"Whew!"

I don't know how long it took for his whole person to relax.

"The gains outweigh the losses!"

In the end, the aura was still refined, and the internal breath of the body increased by one percent, but in order to repair the injuries in the body, the power of the essential oil dew and the outer pill was far greater than the gain.

The only place worthy of his peace of mind is that he is no longer afraid of demonization.

Demonization, these three words, have been lingering in his heart for the past two days, as if a spell is locked on his body, lest one accidentally become a demon, and now that this spell is shattered, it can't be said that there is no need to worry about it anymore, at least he is sure to fight against demonization.

"Back to camp!"

Patting the dust on his clothes, Tong Tianyang immediately stood up and walked towards the camp, now the sky has darkened, which is a sign of the activity of demons in the day.

......

Towards evening, in a burned bamboo garden, a man and two women sat in it, leisurely drinking water and wine, and looking at the camp being built not far away.

"True and false, false and real, Sima An, that old horseman, seems to have arranged sixteen strongholds, but among these sixteen strongholds, only seven of them assume the role of the eye of the formation! But no matter how he arranges it, if he pulls out a stronghold, he will lose a bargaining chip!"

"Kill it tonight, I'm going to let all the people in here go to Hades!"

The man squinted at the water and wine, ate the meal freely, and listened to the woman's report.

"The camp here has just begun to be built, and the guards are not strict!" the woman in red said with a pale smile, "The place that gives us a headache is the 'Void Son Icon', before the power of the icon is exhausted, we can't get close to the camp at all, once we get close to the Confucian righteousness, we will be visible and lose half of our combat effectiveness!"

"I've already considered this, the fire demon near the Qinghe Plain, I've let the crow control it, tonight the crow will control the fire demon to attack the camp, the fire demon will exhaust the power of the icon, and then it's time for us to act!"

"In addition, the shrine maiden has an order, no matter which group pulls out the stronghold, they can get the opportunity to enter the Ten Thousand Snake Cave, the Venerable is a poisonous venerable, and so far he has not obtained the venom of the Ten Thousand Snakes, which is simply a joke. The man spat out the snake's tongue, the tip of its scarlet tongue moving and licking its face, making it even more vicious.

Sizzle......

For a while, there were bursts of snake sounds in the bamboo forest, and dark yellow poisonous snakes crawled out one after another, crawling at the man's feet, "Red clothes, you will lead the group of snakes to the upwind in a while, ride the night wind to disperse the snake venom into the camp, and poison those humans for me, even if a few masters do not die, they will lose the power to resist!"

"Poison Venerable is really a good strategy, in this way, we can pull out the stronghold in front of us without much effort!" the other woman chuckled in a low voice after listening to the arrangement.

"Two more hours will be midnight, and when the time comes, there will be no one left in the stronghold, and all of them will be dedicated to the shrine maiden!"

......

Returning to the stronghold, roughly inspecting the situation in the following stronghold, Tong Tianyang returned to his own tent.

Sitting cross-legged, the arrow was removed.

"Tonight, Mr. Zhang will lead people to patrol the night, I can have a good sacrifice of flying arrows, God knows when, I need to use this back hand!"

Closing his eyes, the power of the soul spreads out, with it as the center, everything within the range of ten zhang is clear, the flying arrows are under the action of the soul power, staggering and levitating, and the double conductor dances, and one after another pure inner breath gushes out, and begins to refine the flying arrows.