Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

This time, the demon army lined up for more than a hundred miles along the boundary river and launched an attack on the human race at the same time.

The defensive battles in various places were good and bad. In several places, gaps were breached by the demon army, but the gaps were filled in time by the human race.

From this point of view, the alliance between Gongzi Fei and many Jindan monk organizations still played some role in fighting against the demons.

However, this was just a tentative attack by the demon army. It was not large in scale, but it had already caused great losses to the human forces.

Like the Blackwater Army and the Qi Family, it is normal for many human forces to suffer nearly half of their casualties.

Several factions have been completely crippled and have no strength to fight anymore.

With the current performance of various human forces, it is difficult to withstand several rounds of attacks.

After all, the difference in strength between the two sides is still too big.

That night, countless bonfires were lit in the Blackwater Army camp, and large pieces of demon beef were roasted on the fire racks.

Qi Yun, who was usually a glutton, was now chewing a large piece of roast beef in his hand, but there was no trace of pleasure in enjoying the food on his face, and his expression could only be described as tasteless.

It's not that the roast beef tastes bad, it's that in today's battle, the Qi family lost hundreds of people at once, which made him lose the focus even if the food was delicious.

"Fellow Daoist Qi, the attack from the demon army will only become more fierce in the future. Our position may not be protected at any time. I would like to ask you for a favor."

Zhang He and Qi Yun had a whole cow roasted in front of them. Qi Yun had almost eaten a whole pig last time, so it would be easy to eat a cow at one time.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, please just say it doesn't hurt."

"I would like to ask fellow Taoists to organize a group of monks from the Qi family to escort back all today's spoils."

The hundreds of cattle harvested today are piled together, and they look really impressive. No one’s storage bag can hold so many supplies.

With so many supplies placed here, they will become a burden during the next battle.

Pull it back and put it behind for processing, and it can also be used to cultivate monks' resources.

"Thank you for your kindness!"

Of course Qi Yun knew that Zhang He had given the relatively easy escort task to the Qi family and took care of them specifically.

Next, Zhang He reorganized the Blackwater Army's fighting methods overnight.

The number of zombies summoned by Little Skeleton this time was about 30,000, and he arranged them all on the bank of the boundary river to withstand the first round of attacks.

Then each member of the Black Water Army received a spiritual tool, and each person was given 20 spiritual stones for the consumption of spiritual tools.

The cost of fighting with spiritual tools is a bit high, as each strike consumes a spiritual stone.

But the advantage of spiritual tools is that they can be cast faster. If hundreds of people use spiritual tools to fire several rounds, they will definitely wipe out a large area.

This thing is just like the rifles he saw in his previous life. One or two may not have much effect, but dozens or hundreds of spiritual tools casting spells at the same time can form a firepower network, and no one can rush over.

Moreover, using spiritual tools does not consume mana. Once the demon army breaks through the fire blockade and rushes forward, the soldiers still have enough mana to fight with them.

At the same time, arrange for a possible retreat in the future and lay out an escape route.

That night, both sides of the Blackwater Army were at peace with each other. Just when it was dawn, the demon army crossed the river again and launched an attack.

It's just that what stands in front of them this time is no longer the flesh and blood of the human race, but a group of zombies with varying numbers of life and death, numbering as many as 30,000.

This time, the ones rushing in front were the blood demons. Many of the blood demons had learned the taste of zombies yesterday, but there were also many newcomers who still stuck their spikes into the zombies and sucked them in, and then even after the overnight meal, they were so disgusted that they vomited. come out.

Without the means of sucking blood, the blood demon's combat effectiveness is greatly reduced, which is equivalent to losing half of his martial arts.

The remaining large pliers are still able to clamp accurately, but even if these zombies have lost their heads, they still insist on being seriously injured and not leaving the line of fire.

The head is gone, and since it has no mouth, it is torn apart with its claws. Anyway, it will fight to the death.

This wave of attacks by the blood demon was quickly repelled by the zombies, and then replaced by the blue-eyed bull demon, which also did not take much advantage against the zombies.

The blue-eyed bull demon and the blood demon took turns to fight, but in the end they could only return without success. Not even a hair of the black water army behind the zombies was touched.

Just when Zhang He and others were hiding behind the zombies, watching the monsters being repelled by the zombies time and time again.

A monk flew to the Blackwater Army camp with his sword in embarrassment.

"Help!"

"All Chu family monks are besieged by demons. Please lend a helping hand to Senior Zhang and Senior Qi to save us!"

This Chu family foundation-building monk rushed to Zhang He and Qi Yun, knelt on the ground, and begged loudly.

The golden elixir ancestor of the Chu family blocked a large number of attacks by himself and sent him out to ask for help. After he broke through, he walked to several camps in succession and found that everyone was in a fierce battle, and there was nowhere left to save others.

Even the most powerful Young Master Fei, who has several Jindan monks under his command, is extremely busy now that he is in danger everywhere. Where can he find his troops?

He flew for dozens of miles along the bank of the boundary river. He saw fierce battlefields everywhere, some even worse than the Chu family.

Just when he was despairing, he suddenly saw this strange scene in the Blackwater Army camp.

A group of zombies throw their heads and blood in front, sacrificing their lives for the fate of the human race. This kind of dedication across races is really admirable.

However, a group of human monks were hiding behind the zombie army, lighting bonfires and drinking flower wine leisurely. The fragrance of flowers emanating from the wine was intoxicating.

Could it be that the front is tight and the rear is tight?

"Senior, please save me. The Chu family will express my deep gratitude!"

There were only twenty or thirty high-level monks left in the Lu Kingdom. Chu Ming could naturally recognize Zhang He and Qi Yun. At this time, he knelt down in front of them and burst into tears, with his head broken.

If reinforcements cannot be found, except for the Jin Dan Patriarch who has the ability to break out, the rest of the Chu family will be doomed.

"Don't worry, drink a glass of wine first to moisten your throat! Then tell me in detail."

Zhang He said, signaling Ma Gan to pour a glass of flower wine for Chu Ming.

These wines are based on sweet potato wine, and some Baihualing wine is added to it, which is full of spiritual energy and has a good effect in relieving fatigue.

There were many elixirs and fruit trees planted in the space. Zhang He asked the little skeleton to pick some flower petals at his leisure, brew some Baihua Spirit Wine, and store them in the space.

"Thank you, senior!"

Chu Ming took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, feeling most of his fatigue relieved.

"Two seniors, our Chu family is stationed on a hillside 30 miles away from here. Currently, there are..."

Zhang He heard this and thought for a while. Everyone was a grasshopper on the same rope. He must be rescued, but he could not put himself in danger. He had to take into account the safety of the Blackwater Army.

Moreover, the two sides were dozens of miles apart, and the Qi-training monks were too slow. By the time they arrived, there might not even be any bones left among the Chu family monks.

Zombies are even worse. They move slower and are less easy to control. They can easily scare human forces who don't know the truth along the way.

"Fat Tiger, you organize a hundred foundation-building monks to set out with me for rescue.

The rest stayed at the camp. "