Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Based on the army of the Sui Dynasty, Gong Zijian integrated the forces of the conquered families, and confronted the family alliance led by Gong Zifei on both sides of the Lejiang River.

The battle between the two sides has intensified, and Zhang He has seen several battles between Jindan monks recently.

Recently, several Jindan monks on the side of Gong Zijian who participated in the battle were uncharacteristically fighting with all their might.

That frantic and desperate look, it feels like he doesn't take his own life seriously.

Facing the mad dog attack from Gong Zijian's side, the family alliance can only accept the attack. Once they lose the war, even if their own family voluntarily surrenders, it will be scraped off a layer of skin.

Zhang Hezang waited underground for several months.

The little skull seems to have been stuck at a critical point during this time, and it is useless to absorb the ordinary black mist.

Maybe it needs to absorb more and stronger black mist in order to help Little Skull break through the bottleneck in front of him.

Zhang He feels that his mentality is not very healthy now, he hides in a dark corner every day, thinking of bad things, and hoping for the death of others every day.

Every time he saw a Jindan cultivator who was seriously injured and survived, he felt deeply regretful in his heart.

On this day, several Golden Core monks fought again, and the battle was extremely fierce.

A family patriarch who surrendered to Gong Zijian didn’t know why he was going crazy, maybe he felt that life was too boring, maybe he was fooled, maybe Zhang He’s secret prayer finally paid off, in short, it was this Jindan The monk doesn't want to live anymore.

Facing the attack, the ancestor of Jindan didn't dodge or evade, and adopted the style of fighting to die together. In the end, while ruining his own life, he finally seriously injured a Jindan monk from the alliance.

Seeing the ancestor who died in battle falling from the air like a rag bag, Zhang He quickly fled to the place where the incident happened.

After waiting for several months, he finally saw a Golden Core cultivator die in battle. How could he miss this golden opportunity.

However, Zhang He couldn't get too close due to the fierce battle of the Golden Core cultivators.

When he was more than ten feet away from the corpse, a black-faced Sui Kingdom Golden Core general rolled up the body of the Golden Core cultivator on the ground, and then flew back with a calm expression.

Zhang He hides his hatred in his heart, it's just a corpse, does it need to be taken away so quickly?

If it wasn't that he couldn't fight, otherwise he would get out of the ground now and beat the opponent up.

Zhang He felt very unwilling, and tried his best to restrain his breath, and quietly followed behind the black-faced monk, fleeing to the Sui army camp.

The black-faced monk flew directly to a large tent and greeted a Sui soldier.

"Help me to invite the Patriarch of the Weng family, and tell him that I have something important to discuss with him, and ask him to come over quickly."

After the little soldier was ordered to leave, the black-faced monk strode into his big tent, threw the dead body in his hand to the corner of the wall, and ignored it.

After a while, the Jindanqi patriarch of the Weng family walked into the big tent respectfully, and saluted the black-faced monk first.

"I don't know why the general is looking for me?"

"It's like this. I feel that the ancestor of the Zhao family has reacted a little strangely during this period, especially the cause of death today is a little strange, so I would like to invite you to come over and take a look together."

The black-faced monk walked towards the corpse on the ground as he said that. The ancestor of the Weng family did not doubt that he was there, so he also walked towards the corpse.

The black-faced monk groped around the corpse for a while, but found nothing but a storage bag from the corpse.

When the patriarch of the Weng family turned his attention to the storage bag,

The dead body on the ground suddenly opened its eyes.

From the eyes of the dead body, a huge invisible divine sense rushed out, and rushed straight to the ancestor of the Weng family who was close at hand.

The patriarch of the Weng family suddenly felt dizzy as if he had been hit hard, he only held on for a breath before he fell to the ground.

Zhang He's spiritual consciousness hidden underground witnessed the strange scene in front of him.

He had already been terrified. The same thing happened to him outside Jishui County last time, when a shadow demon almost took over his body.

Fortunately, his spiritual consciousness was abnormal, far stronger than that of ordinary people, so he was lucky enough to save his life.

Now this scene reappeared in front of his eyes again, allowing him to spy on a huge secret.

Because he devoured the consciousness of the Shadow Demon, he inherited the memory of a Shadow Demon, knowing that the Shadow Demon has no entity and can change its physical body from time to time.

This can explain the reason why the Jindan monks on Gongzijian's side have gone crazy and tried their lives recently. It turns out that they are already walking corpses controlled by the shadow demon.

At this moment, the patriarch of the Weng family was still lying on the ground with a ferocious face, while the black-faced monk stood aside and focused all his energy on it.

The black-faced monk was helping the shadow demon to successfully seize the house at this moment, but he failed to notice that there were wisps of black mist on the corpse thrown in a corner.

Before the black mist had time to float into the air, it seemed to be attracted by gravity, and it seeped into the ground silently.

Seizing the moment when the black-faced monk diverted his attention, Zhang He quietly sneaked within a foot of the corpse, letting the little skull absorb the black air emanating from the corpse with all its strength.

Time passed slowly, and just after the little skull absorbed all the black mist from the corpse, the patriarch of the Weng family who fell on the ground also woke up at this moment.

After the ancestor of the Weng family woke up, he shook his head and stretched his hands and feet on the ground several times.

"Thank you General for your help!"

"You're welcome, for the great cause of our clan, this is a matter of duty." The black-faced monk waved his hands complacently and said.

"Haha, tomorrow we can go to kill the Quartet again! Regardless of the victory or defeat, the people who die are all human races."

"If it weren't for this, these human golden cores would be greedy for life and afraid of trouble, and would not be willing to risk their lives."

The two discussed happily here, showing their courage by using the lives of human monks.

Zhang He, who was hiding in the ground, had restrained his breath at this time, and fled slowly towards the Sui army camp.

The information he received just now was too shocking and had a great impact on his heart. He needed to digest and think about it quietly.

Zhang He returned to the temporary cave he hid underground, and found that the little skull had started to sleep again after absorbing the black mist on Jin Dan's body.

I don't know how long he will have to sleep this time before waking up. I guess he will become a Jindan-level thug when he wakes up next time.

Now that the little skull has started to sleep again, there is no need for him to hide anymore.

There was nothing in the temporary cave, so Zhang He tidied up casually and dived towards the Heishui army camp.

In a tent in the center of the Blackwater Army camp, Ma Gan, He Xiaoyu, and Qiu Gu were drinking tea and chatting.

At this time, a head popped out of the ground, startling the people sitting there. The three of them almost raised their knives and were about to chop them off. Fortunately, they found out that it was Zhang He in time, so they stopped their hands in a hurry.

"Young master!"

"Meet the son!"

Zhang He crawled out of the soil, waved to the three of them, and patted the non-existent soil on his robe.

"I'm passing by here, just come and have a look."

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