Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Zhang He asked the five clones to continuously shoot Truth No. 1 rockets to suppress the Wing Clan fusion monks who were surrounding them.

With the strength of these combined monks, once they get close, the flying boat under him will be like paper. With a slight blow, it will be shattered and a large area will die.

During this period, the rockets he stored continued to be consumed, the fused monks of the Wing Clan were constantly bombarded to death, and the number of flying boats became less and less.

After fighting with more than 5,000 flying boats, only about 1,800 are left, which has almost no combat effectiveness.

Zhang He's avatar, who was commanding the flying boat, also died in the battle.

At this moment, there are at least 50 strong combined warriors from the Wing Clan.

Although Flame Leopard and Li Yuehua took the elixir sent by Zhang He and replenished a lot of vitality, they could not withstand such a violent consumption.

At this moment, the flaming leopard's tail was also missing, two legs were missing, and the Taihao Hammer was floating feebly beside it.

The lower half of Li Yuehua's body has disappeared, but he still holds the lotus-shaped spiritual treasure in his hand, competing with a monk from the Yi tribe on the opposite side.

Only the little skeleton is in better shape, and his flames can block or weaken most attacks.

"Boom boom boom!"

Another round of Truth No. 1 blasted out, and three or four more Fusion Wings died on the opposite side.

When Zhang He was about to bombard with Truth No. 1 again, he discovered that it was already the last round and the truth No. 1 he had stored had been consumed.

Without his suppression, the remaining wing clan members all surrounded the flying boat.

"Kill it!"

"Destroy these flying boats first, and then kill the monks on the breeding planet."

Dozens of powerful combined men have once again besieged him from all directions.

In a few more breaths, these combined bodies can rush up again and tear apart all the remaining flying boats.

"All flying boats obey the order. Groups one to twenty will aim at this point and fire. The remaining flying boats will aim..."

On the flying boat, a black-faced monk who temporarily took over the command saw dozens of Fusion Stage Wing Clan coming to kill him. His expression did not change, and he still formulated the most advantageous plan to kill the Wing Clan monks.

Now that the flying boat structure has been destroyed, the remaining ones can only be roughly divided into two groups and bombarded together.

With the current number of flying boats, it is still possible to kill two Wing Clan fusions in one salvo.

"Boom boom boom..."

All the flying boats flew in one direction according to the instructions.

After the black-faced monk gave the order, the airship he was in was struck by a huge wing. The airship and the monks inside were all broken into pieces and scattered around.

This round did successfully kill two Wing Clan, but the flying boat was attacked by the remaining Wing Clan, and in an instant, more than 300 ships exploded in the universe.

Zhang He originally wanted to save his final killing move to sneak attack on the powerful Mahayana warriors of the Yi clan, but with the current situation, he seemed to have no chance.

The second and third ancestors of the Wing Clan joined forces to deal with Ancestor Chang, and finally gradually gained the upper hand. Ancestor Chang was seriously injured and still refused to retreat, entangled with two powerful Mahayana men.

On Feizhou's side, if he doesn't take action, the whole army will soon be annihilated.

In the sea of ​​Zhanghe consciousness, the five avatar souls all threw themselves into the original soul, and their bodies disappeared and merged with the original soul.

With the integration of the five clones, the Zhanghe aura surged, from the middle stage of integration to the late stage of integration, and then broke through the boundaries and reached the Mahayana realm.

As Zhang He's breath surged, a black spear appeared in his hand, with a red tip, a black body, and flames surrounding it.

This is the fire-tip spear that he has used for many years. The body of the gun is refined with fire-attribute spiritual roots. The head of the gun has been re-refined several times, and a lot of top-grade fire-attribute materials have been added to it.

Zhang He was holding a fire-tip gun. At this moment, his aura reached its peak, and the skin on his body began to burst.

He did not hesitate to aim at the back of the second ancestor Yiren and project it out. Now this was the only thing that could help Ancestor Chang.

After throwing the fire-tip spear, countless flames suddenly burst out from Zhang He's body. His body continued to expand, becoming taller and larger, turning into a flame giant dozens of feet tall, rushing towards a group of Wing Clan fusions.

Since practicing the Eight-nine Mysterious Techniques, Zhang He's body can change into any shape, completely by the heart.

The flame giant is surrounded by flames. Wherever he goes, all energy turns into flames, surging with him.

"bump!"

With one punch, a winged clan member was shattered into pieces, and the body fragments turned into fireballs in the air and flew away to the surrounding area.

"Bump bump bump!"

The flame giant transformed by Zhang He took action repeatedly, and every time it took action, a Wing Clan monk would die.

"Ah! Why is there a Mahayana strongman here?"

"Run away!"

The Wing Clan monks felt that they were really screwed. They were just here to kill a breeding star. Two Mahayana ancestors led the team and walked together in a hundred bodies. They originally thought it would be a very easy trip.

Who would have thought that there would be so many moths killed on the way, and now that more than half of the manpower has been lost, the other party would actually kill another powerful fusion warrior at this time.

The second ancestor, who was fighting fiercely with Patriarch Chang, was suddenly attacked by a flaming spear, which almost scorched the chrysanthemum.

Fortunately, the second ancestor reacted in time and blocked the spear with his golden wings.

But how could Patriarch Chang, who had experienced battles for a long time, let go of this opportunity? The broken shoe in the air clicked, and the sole of the shoe hit the Third Patriarch on the face.

His broken shoe was a spiritual treasure inherited from the human race. It had the effect of imprisoning and weakening mana. The Third Patriarch had to take a few breaths to recover from being slapped like this.

These few breaths of time were enough for Patriarch Chang to turn the situation around.

Patriarch Chang regained his breath and attacked the second ancestor with all his strength. Although the second ancestor had difficulty parrying, he did not ask the third ancestor to help him. Instead, he asked the third ancestor to deal with Zhang He.

If Zhang He is allowed to continue killing, they will become mere commanders.

In a place like Breeding Star, two Mahayana monks suddenly appeared, which they did not expect.

It was like a real dragon suddenly flew out of the pigsty at home and almost ate me.

Zhang He transformed into a flaming giant, and with every punch and kick, he could send away a Wing Clan monk. Facing the powerful Mahayana warriors, these Wing Clan in the combined stage were just as unbeatable as tofu.

However, while he was fighting happily, the soul in his body suddenly surged. He was unable to withstand such powerful power. Cracks had begun to appear, and his powerful flame body was about to be unable to maintain.

Zhang He's current state is very strong, but it cannot last long and is easily discouraged.

At this moment, the third ancestor of the Wing Clan attacked him again to prevent him from continuing to massacre the Wing Clan monks.

The Third Ancestor is surrounded by hundreds of feathers, which can be used both for defense and attack.

Every time the feathers fly out, a ball of flame will be taken away from the opening and closing flame body.

"I don't know what method you used to forcibly ascend to the Mahayana realm, but this method is definitely not sustainable and has serious side effects, right?"

The third ancestor of the Yi Clan has seen that Zhang He's physical condition is not good and is getting worse.

"Killing you is enough!"

Zhang He shouted loudly, and the fire-tip spear returned to his hand, turning into a 40-foot-long flame spear, like a fire dragon, and pierced towards the third ancestor of the Wing Clan.

The third ancestor of the Yi clan was beaten like a grandson by Ancestor Chang, but in front of Zhang He, he really showed a master's demeanor. Zhang He shot several times in succession, but could not hurt him at all. Instead, he had a feather cut off his body. Balls of flame.

"The forcibly promoted ones are still far behind the real Mahayana stage."

The Third Patriarch walked freely between Zhang He's gun shadows, and occasionally commented a few words, without taking Zhang He seriously at all.

“Don’t you know that bad people die from talking too much?”

"So I'm not a bad person!"

The Third Ancestor is not in a hurry now. Zhang He himself will collapse after a while. After he restrained Zhang He, the Yi Clan monks were already massacring Fei Zhou. He believed that the battle would be over soon.

At this moment, two streams of light flew from the distance and flew in front of the second ancestor and the third ancestor respectively.

"Flying Sword Passing Message!"

This is a very costly method of inter-planetary communication in the universe, and is generally not used except in emergencies.

This time, the Yi clan not only used flying swords to send messages, but also used two swords at a time. They were afraid that the message would not be delivered in time and they would not know what emergencies there were within the clan.

Even during the battle, the second and third ancestors could only find time to answer the phone.

The way to view the Feijian Chuanshu is very simple, just touch it with your spiritual sense.

The second ancestor and the third ancestor unanimously directed their spiritual consciousness towards Feijian.

The expressions of the two of them suddenly changed again.

"not good!"

"Quickly retreat!"

"Everyone withdraw from the battle immediately!"

"Back to the Winged Star!"

The second ancestor and the third ancestor jumped out of the battle at the same time and shouted loudly at the winged monks who were attacking the flying boat.

Although the Yi Clan monks didn't know what was going on, their ancestor gave the order and they didn't dare to disobey it, so they could only reluctantly withdraw from the battlefield.

They had gone to great lengths and sacrificed countless lives to rush forward, but now they had no choice but to give up.

Zhang He and Patriarch Chang were already at the end of their war effort. Now that the Yi tribe was retreating, they were unable to stop them and could only watch the Yi tribe leave.

"Ouch, it hurts me to death!"

Seeing the Winged Man leaving, Patriarch Chang, who had been so majestic just now, sat down on a piece of wreckage of the airship and untied his robe, only to see that the inside was filled with white bones without a trace of flesh and blood.

The one versus two just now made his injuries a lot worse.

Zhang He also quickly exited the state of soul fusion. If it continued, his soul and body would collapse.

After the Yiren retreated, the battlefield was in a mess, with only more than 500 airships still intact.

At this time, the few surviving cultivators flew out of the flying boat and couldn't help but feel sad when they saw the countless body parts floating in the universe.

This battle gathered all the elite forces on the planet, plus more than a thousand years of accumulation of Jingshan Kingdom, and almost all of them were destroyed here.

In the end, the enemy hurriedly took the initiative to withdraw, otherwise no one would be lucky.

Zhang He's real body was now paralyzed, and he could only send a clone to take charge of the affairs.

The Blazing Leopard and Li Yuehua were found first on the battlefield.

Fortunately, neither of these two people died, but they were not far away from death.

The Flame Leopard still has one head floating in the universe.

Li Yuehua was even worse. Only a ball of flesh and blood was left, and she didn't know where it was. Her consciousness had been silent in this ball of flesh and blood.

The spiritual treasures in both hands were gone. Li Yuehua's lotus self-exploded and injured a Wing Clan member, while the Flame Leopard's Taihao Hammer was snatched away by a Wing Clan monk.

Zhang He's clones picked up the remains of the two people and temporarily put them in a wooden box to avoid losing them.

The one in the best condition at the scene was undoubtedly the little skeleton.

Countless monks died in the battle here, creating a large amount of thick black fog, which all poured into the little skeleton's body, and then continuously strengthened the little skeleton's body.

The little skeleton actually advanced in the battle, from the early stage of integration to the middle stage of integration, and his cultivation level was still rising slowly.

Zhang He arranged for the little skeleton to help clean the battlefield.

The Wing Clan monks retreated in a hurry, leaving many belongings on the battlefield, including some relics of the monks who died in the battle, and some seriously wounded Chong Wing Clan members like Li Yuehua, who were also accidentally lost by their companions.

As for the human race, everyone's cultivation level was too low. The moment the flying boat shattered, everyone inside died.

After everyone packed up the relics on the battlefield, they flew back to the breeding planet in a flying boat.

In this battle, a group of low-level monks on the breeding star used flying boats and rockets to block the frontal attack of the winged humans. This victory of the weak against the strong was enough to shock the entire world of immortal cultivation.

It's just that such a record is difficult to replicate. First of all, Jingshan Kingdom has prepared for this battle for more than a thousand years in advance, and the supplies accumulated for more than a thousand years have been exhausted.

Secondly, almost all the elites on the entire planet who were able to fight died in this battle, not even one out of ten.

If the Winged Human Race were to fight again, no force would be able to be organized on the breeding planet.

But it is difficult for the Winged Humans to come back because they have also encountered big trouble.

At first, a group of monks found the Winged Man planet, seemingly looking for some important items.

The Winged Human Race is not a commercial planet open to the outside world, so they naturally sent people to drive them away. However, these people were extremely arrogant and unreasonable, and directly killed the Winged Humanity monks.

This was just the beginning. The subsequent actions of these people made the Winged Human Race even more aware of what it means to be unreasonable and take life and death.

These foreign monks broke into various forbidden areas at will on the Winged Planet. Murder and robbery became commonplace, and the ones killed were all high-level monks.

Moreover, these foreign monks were gathering more and more. The Winged Human Race also sent high-level monks to negotiate, but even the envoys were killed.

The great ancestor who stayed behind on the planet seemed to realize that the people who came out were not easy to mess with, and they were the kind of forces that he could not afford to offend.

The ancestor of the Yi clan could only appeal to the visitors again and again, hoping that they would value peace, be kind to others, and not start a war. War has no future.

History is always so strikingly similar. The weak can only call for peace at the top of their lungs, but the final decision-making power is in the hands of others.

Under the call of the ancestor of the Wing Clan, this group of foreign monks had no conscience and really loved peace. Instead, they continued to go their own way, breaking in where they should, killing who should be killed, and robbing what should be robbed. .

During these processes, everyone did make some discoveries and found several branches and leaves with wood-attribute spiritual roots.

Recently, everyone has set their sights on the ancestral land of the Wing Clan.

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