Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

This time, the army of monsters lined up along the boundary river for more than a hundred miles, 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, the monster army rushed out of the gap, but the gap was filled in time by the human race.

From this point of view, the alliance between Gong Zifei and many Jindan monks still plays a role in fighting against demons.

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

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

There are even several factions that have been completely disabled and have no power to fight anymore.

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

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

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

Qi Yun, who is usually gluttonous, is gnawing on a large piece of roast beef in his hand, but there is no trace of joy in enjoying the food on his face, and his expression of watching the period can only be described as tasteless.

It's not that the roast beef tastes bad, but that in today's battle, the Qi family lost hundreds of people at a time, which made him lose that thought even though the delicious food was in front of him.

Fellow Daoist Qi, the attack of the monster army will only become more violent in the future. Our position may be lost at any time. I want to ask you for a favor.

Zhang He and Qi Yun were roasting a whole cow in front of them. Qi Yun almost ate a whole pig last time, and eating a cow at a time should be no problem.

Zhang Daoyou, please, but it's okay to say.

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

The hundreds of cows harvested today look really shocking. No one's storage bag can hold so many supplies.

With so many materials placed here, it will become a burden in the next battle.

Pull it back and put it in the back for processing or as resources for cultivating monks.

Thank you, Daoist, for your kindness!

Of course Qi Yun knew that Zhang He had entrusted the relatively easy task of escorting the Qi family to take care of them.

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

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

Then the Black Water Army each has a spiritual tool, and each person distributes 20 spiritual stones for the consumption of the spiritual tool.

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

But the advantage of the spiritual tool is that it can be cast faster. If hundreds of people use the spiritual tool for several rounds of continuous shooting, they will definitely wipe out a large area.

This thing is just like the rifles he has seen in his previous life. One or two may not be of much use, but dozens or hundreds of spiritual tools can cast spells at the same time, forming a firepower net, and no one can rush over.

Moreover, the use of spiritual tools does not consume mana. Once the demon army breaks through the fire blockade and rushes forward,

Soldiers still retain plenty of mana to fight them.

At the same time, arrange for people to arrange a retreat for possible future retreat.

That night, both sides of the black water army lived in peace, and just at dawn, the demon army crossed the river again and launched an attack.

It's just that what stood in front of them this time was no longer the flesh and blood of the human race, but a group of zombies who were not born and died, the number was as many as 30,000.

This time it was the Gorefiend who rushed to the front. Many Gorefiends had tasted the smell of zombies yesterday, but there were still many newcomers who still stabbed the spikes into the zombies and sucked them violently, and then even the overnight meal was nauseated and vomited come out.

Without the blood-sucking method, the Gorefiend's fighting power is greatly reduced, which is equivalent to abolishing half of his martial arts.

The rest of the pincers were still pinching accurately, but these zombies still insisted on being seriously injured even if their heads fell off.

The head fell off, and if there was no mouth, it would be torn with claws, anyway, it would be a deadly battle.

The blood demon's attack was quickly repulsed by the zombies, and then replaced by the blue-eyed bull monster, who also didn't take much advantage of the zombies.

The blue-eyed bull demon and the gorefiend took turns to fight, but they all returned in vain. They didn't even touch a hair from the black water army behind the zombies.

Just when Zhang He and the others hid behind the zombies and watched the monsters being repulsed by the zombies again and again.

A monk flew to the Blackwater army camp with his sword in a panic.

Help!

All the monks of the Chu family are besieged by demons. Please, Senior Zhang and Senior Qi, help us, please save us!

The Chu Family Foundation Establishment cultivator rushed in front of Zhang He and Qi Yun, knelt down on the ground, and begged loudly.

The Jindan patriarch of the Chu family blocked a large number of attacks by himself, and sent him out for help. After he broke through, he walked through several camps and found that everyone was in a fierce battle, and there was no energy left to save others.

Even the most powerful son, Fei, has several Jindan monks under his command. Now that he is in danger everywhere, he is too busy. How can he divide his troops?

He flew for dozens of miles along the banks of the boundary river, and his eyes were full of fierce battlefields, some of which were even worse than their Chu family.

Just when he was feeling desperate, he suddenly saw this strange scene in the Heishui army camp.

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

At the moment, a group of human monks are hiding behind the zombie army and lighting a bonfire, drinking flower wine leisurely. The scent of flowers from the wine is intoxicating.

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

Senior, please help me, the Chu family will definitely thank you!

There were only 20 or 30 high-ranking monks left in the country of Lu. Chu Ming could naturally recognize Zhang He and Qi Yun. Now he knelt down in front of the two of them, weeping and smashing his head.

If no reinforcements could be found, the Chu family would be finished except for the Jindan Patriarch who was able to break out.

Don't worry, drink a glass of wine to moisten your throat first! Let's talk about it in detail.

As Zhang He said, he signaled 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 has aura and has a good effect on relieving fatigue.

There are many elixir and fruit trees planted in the space. Zhang He asked the little skull to pick some petals in his spare time, brew some Baihualing wine, and store them in the space.

Thank you senior!

Chu Ming took the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp, most of the fatigue on his body was relieved.

Seniors, our Chu family is stationed on a hillside 30 miles away from here, and there are still...

Hearing this, Zhang He thought about it for a while. We are all grasshoppers on the same rope. We must be rescued, but we must not let ourselves be in danger, and we must also take into account the safety of the Blackwater Army.

Moreover, the distance between the two sides was tens of miles, and the speed of the qi-training monks was too slow. When they arrived, there might not even be any bones left for the monks of the Chu family.

Zombies are even worse, they travel slower and are not easy to restrain, and it is easy to scare the unknown human forces along the way.

Fat Tiger, you organize a hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators to follow me to the rescue.

The rest stayed in the camp.