Xiuxian exchange system

However, monks in the Qi refining period can only be cannon fodder in the martial arts battle. Whether they kill or not kill will not have much impact on the battle situation.

However, they are also the foundation of the sect's future, and there will be many monks in the Huanmiaomen who will become captives. It will be useful to keep them and exchange captives or some supplies.

Although Zhang Xiangchen hated the members of the Flame Sect because he nearly lost his life in the previous battle, but thinking of this, he withdrew his heart from killing them.

His gaze eased, and he turned to Lai Wuhen and said: "Take him as a prisoner first, it will definitely be useful to bring it back to the door."

"Alright." Lai Wuhen and Ding Guxiang didn't have any objections either.

When the two groups of people below heard the conversation above, they also stopped their movements.

The monks of the Flame Sect were also very cooperative, handing over their storage bags one by one, and the monks of the Qi Refining Period of the Huanmiaomen all shared one of them.

The extra storage bags were divided up by Zhang Xiangchen and Ding Guxiang. Before Meng Juanli blew herself up, none of the storage bags were left on her body.

Taotie took away the magical artifacts left by Meng Juanli, and Lai Wuhen naturally didn't take a fancy to the storage bags of these Qi-refining monks.

The monks of the Flame Sect did not resist any more, and all of them were restrained by Lai Wuhen and others.

Zhang Xiangchen separated another ten people and led them towards the direction of the Magical Miaomen.

The others continued to board the flying boat and flew towards their destination.

After some breathing adjustments, Lai Wuhen and Ding Guxiang had fully recovered. Although Zhang Xiangchen had done some treatment for his injury, he couldn't completely recover for a while.

Lai Wuhen naturally has healing wounds on his body, but he and Zhang Xiangchen are only in the same family, and they are not kind enough to help him in vain.

Based on his experience, even though he was rescued by the monks of the Huanmiaomen, he was also deceived by the monks of the Huanmiaomen, so as long as they don't continue to deceive him, he will burn his incense, and he will not expect to have a deep friendship with them.

"Senior brother Lai, if you encounter any danger in a while, I hope that brother can take care of you a little bit." This is not the first time Zhang Xiangchen has seen Lai Wuhen make a move, although he knows in his heart that when the real juncture is reached, he may not be able to count on him What, I still opened my mouth with a cheeky face.

"Junior Brother Zhang, when I can, I will naturally try my best. If I encounter a danger that I can't solve, I can't care about my younger brother." Lai Wuhen didn't want to say polite words.

"Junior brother understands." Thanks to Lai Wuhen's words, Zhang Xiangchen was relieved, as long as he was willing to contribute, he would not force anything.

Ding Guxiang felt a little guilty towards Lai Wuhen when she was the first to run away last time, but after hearing what Lai Wuhen said, she didn't say the apology she had originally planned.

It is an instinct for a monk to run away when he senses danger, otherwise, how can he gain a foothold in the world of cultivating immortals.

If there is a choice in this kind of martial arts war, no one is willing to get involved.

Several people had their own ideas along the way, and the flying boat stopped above a mine.

Lai Wuhen's divine sense swept down, and wherever the divine sense went, he didn't sense a monk at all, while there were thousands of ordinary mortal miners.

The miners all looked tired, and when they saw the monks coming from the sky, they turned a blind eye and continued to be busy with their work.

The flying boat landed, and a strong man with a whip in his hand threw the whip into the distance, ran over, nodded and bowed, and said, "Master Immortal, why did you come so early today? It will take some time to refine."

"I don't want any unrefined ones. You go and gather all the miners. The mine will be closed immediately, and you don't have to come here again."

Hearing the words, the strong man was stunned for a moment, and then there was a hint of joy to himself. Without asking any more questions, he ran to the end of the mine and rang a big bell vigorously, which rang a total of ninety-nine and eighty-one times.

Zhang Xiangchen entered the refining room of the mine, and turned back not long after. He said somewhat dissatisfied: "This mine can only refine more than 1000 taels of spiritual stones a day, and today the refined ones are less than 500 taels."

As he spoke, he divided the spirit stones he had just obtained into three shares. Lai Wuhen and Ding Guxiang didn't say much, and put away the spirit stones.

This bit of spirit stone can't do much for the monks in the foundation period, but no matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat.

When the miners heard that the mine was going to be closed, all of them burst into smiles, and ran in all directions without looking back.

After half an hour, all the miners, including the strong man, ran away without a trace.

The monks of the Huanmiaomen are busy in the mine one by one, arranging explosion symbols one after another. As long as the aura of the mine vein is stimulated to produce an impact, the aura of the entire mine will be leaked. A mine with an annual output of 10 The mine of the two spirit stones is considered destroyed.

Spiritual mines require a long period of time to mine and refine.

What Huanmiaomen did was only to a certain extent, reducing the income of some flame sects.

Both sides rely on this method, from spiritual mines to other cultivation resources, to reduce each other's logistics supplies bit by bit, trying to influence the war to a certain extent.

The Flame Sect didn't send anyone to guard, and it saved a lot of fighting. Zhang Xiangchen and the others were secretly delighted. As long as the mine was destroyed, the task this time would be considered complete.

With the sound of a series of explosions, the entire mine collapsed, and streams of real aura shot up into the sky.

Lai Wuhen felt that this was a pity in his heart, but it was a pity that there was no way to collect such aura leaks.

The flying boat was hanging high in the sky, and the others were also very sorry, but they didn't plan to stay any longer after the task was completed, as monks from the Flame Sect would show up at any time.

Propelled by Zhang Xiangchen's mana, the flying boat quickly flew into the distance.

At this moment, a terrifying aura came from under the collapsed mine.

Everyone on the flying boat turned pale in fright.

That breath can only be emitted by a monk at the golden core stage at least, so is he going to be cold here?

Everyone's thoughts were surprisingly unanimous. With the flying speed of the flying boat, it was impossible to escape from the golden core stage monks.

The light on Lai Wuhen's body flashed into the air, and the Thunder God Talisman slapped on his forehead. As soon as the Thunder God phantom appeared, he slashed several times and attacked in the direction of the breath.

"You keep going."

There was no need for Lai Wuhen to continue to say anything, Zhang Xiangchen and Ding Guxiang injected mana into the flying boat at the same time, and galloped towards the magic door.

Lai Wuhen didn't want to be a hero, his aura was obviously true to his Golden Core Stage cultivation, and he was also full of hostility towards him.

As soon as he received the system's 100 million bad luck value, he made a move without hesitation, trying to stop Yi Er and let Zhang Xiangchen and the others go first.

And his real purpose is to find a reasonable reason to separate from them. After all, he has more than 1 million bad luck points. If he escapes separately, his chance of success will be higher.