The heroine eavesdropped on her heart, and my villain's character collapsed.

Yinminghai.

With the start of the third round of attack, the battle has completely heated up.

On this battlefield that can no longer be described as a meat grinder.

The Krakens pushed forward a front line of nearly two hundred meters by force.

After advancing the battle line to this step, the fighting between the two sides became more and more fierce. The human monks had laid out various formations in advance, just like landmines waiting for these sea monsters to step on and explode.

The destructive power of these formations is extremely fierce, and monsters below the Golden Core level are almost killed upon contact.

To break through these formations, one can only rely on the transformed Jindan Demon Cultivator and the higher-level Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator.

"The formation on the left has already attacked Xici. The position of the formation's eye has been figured out. You Xisi will cover for me. As long as I buy a stick of incense, I can break through this formation."

A demon cultivator at the peak of the Golden Core looked at the other companions and asked.

"can."

Several demon cultivators were already covered in scars, and they all stared at the stumbling formation in front of them with gloomy expressions.

Dozens of flying swords were swimming back and forth in the formation. More than two hundred monster beast corpses had been placed in the formation, and even a golden elixir demon cultivator died among them.

Such a brutal and disgusting attack had made them completely lose their patience.

The five demon cultivators rested for a moment and then rushed into the formation together.

The Westerners joined forces to defend, while the remaining one concentrated on breaking the formation.

When the time for a stick of incense ended, the flying swords in the formation fell to the ground one after another, which meant that the formation was successfully cracked.

Nishiname Youshuji, who was in charge of the defense, was seriously injured. One of them had a hole in his chest from a flying sword, and the other lost an arm.

"Walk."

After completing the task, the five people quickly retreated and ordered the monsters to continue attacking.

After retreating to the rear, the five people took out the elixir that had been distributed before from the storage ring and drank it in an attempt to heal their injuries.

After taking the elixir, although the five people's injuries began to recover, the speed was extremely slow.

"What's going on? This Underworld Flower is not very effective?"

After the treatment was over, the demon cultivator whose arm was cut off looked ashen.

"I don't feel well either."

"Are you sure this is a century-old sea flower?"

"The effect of Centenary Sea Flower is much better than this. It must be the wrong year."

"The mother of the bastard in the logistics department is dead. How dare you trick this person? Go and cause trouble for them."

Several golden elixir demon cultivators became more and more angry as they talked, and a group of them fought on the front line in a bloody battle of life and death.

In the end, they dared to deduct even this small amount of medicine from them? ? ?

After a few discussions, they angrily went to find the demon cultivator in charge of logistics.

After arriving at the military account responsible for distributing logistics, several people rushed in and stared at the military account bookkeeper and shouted.

"Master Huang, why are the Underworld Flowers we distributed not a hundred years old? What kind of damage can this kind of garbage that is not old enough cure?"

The man called Master Huang was a fat man with a shiny face and a goatee that looked a bit obscene.

He is from the Spin Turtle Clan, and he said slowly after scanning the crowd with his pair of mung bean bastard eyes.

"Why are you so loud? Am I deaf?"

"Can't you tell me that there is something wrong with the Nether Sea Flower? Look at the injuries on our bodies. We risked our lives for the Yin Minghai Flower, but in the end we didn't even give him any medicine?"

The Broken Hand Demon Cultivator became more and more irritated as he talked. He threw the few Underworld Flowers that he had not yet had time to take at the feet of Master Huang and said angrily.

"See for yourself what kind of garbage this is. Brothers using this stuff on the front line, what's the difference between using it and dying?"

"Pay attention to your attitude. I don't like other people treating me badly."

Master Huang's face became a little more gloomy, and the oppression of his Nascent Soul cultivation made all five of them feel their hearts sinking.

He slowly stretched out his hand to grab it, and the few Underworld Flowers on the ground fell into his hands.

Taking the Minghai Flower and looking at it carefully, he clicked his tongue and said, "This is only fifty years old."

"Then what else do you have to say? You are responsible for distributing this."

The broken-armed golden elixir demon cultivator said angrily, but his momentum was a bit weaker than before.

"I distributed them. Is there any problem? What I distributed to you are the top-quality underworld flowers that are hundreds of years old."

"Who knows if you secretly sold the top-quality Underworld Flowers in exchange for spiritual stones, and then passed them off as inferior goods to find trouble with me?"

Master Huang asked with a sneer.

"You mean we're going to rake it all up and purposely extort these flowers from the underworld?"

The Broken Arm Demon Xiuleng was about to explode with anger, and he roared angrily: "You are clearly the one who enriched your own pockets. I don't accept it, and my brothers don't accept it. We are going to report you!"

"Go ahead. If you don't know the way, I can go with you."

Master Huang smiled coldly, not caring about the threat of the broken-arm demon cultivator.

"Brothers, let's go!"

The Broken Arm Demon Cultivator had already risked his life and sacrificed his life for them. How could he be convinced by such treatment in the end?

After the five people left the military tent with resentful expressions, they headed towards an underwater city hundreds of miles away.

In order to start the war, Yinminghai built a dozen large cities three hundred miles away from the coast.

In addition to storing supplies, some confidential departments are also located in these cities.

After the five people flew into the city, they rushed to a mansion and stood outside the gate of the mansion, beating drums and shouting.

"We want to see Jun Zheng! We want to report!"

After a while, the door of the mansion opened on its own, and five people led by the Broken Arm Demon Cultivator quickly rushed in.

After seeing the high-ranking Lord Junzheng, the five of them knelt down and shouted.

"Qiu Jun is making the decision for us."

"What's the matter?"

Junzheng is a demon cultivator with a rather elegant appearance. He is able to hold such a high position. Needless to say, his cultivation level is natural. He belongs to the group of demon cultivators who are most capable of fighting the gods.

"Master Huang deducted military pay to line his own pockets..."

The broken-arm demon cultivator gritted his teeth and explained the matter. The other demon cultivators on the side took out the underworld flowers that were obviously underage.

This thing is less than a hundred years old, but its value is a hundred times different!

Jun Zheng picked up one and took a closer look. He pinched it and turned it into dust and disappeared, followed by a sound transmission.

Not long after, Master Huang hurried in from outside and bowed to Jun Zheng.

"I've met Lord Junzheng."

"Huang Sanlang, they said you deducted military pay and subcontracted century-old Hades Sea Flowers to rubbish that is about fifty years old?"

Jun Zheng asked.

"It's a swap."

Huang Sanlang smiled and nodded.

The five demon cultivators with broken arms kneeling on the ground looked indignant and stared fiercely at the fat man who deserved to be killed.

Jun Zheng asked expressionlessly: "Why do you do this?"

"When I distributed supplies to them, I didn't lack quantity, I just cut down on quality. Only in this way will they know how difficult the war is."

"Is the quality deliberately cut?"

"I cut it in order to cultivate their will to fight."

"Whether it was intentional or accidental."

"It was intentional."

Huang Sanlang looked proud.

Jun Zheng nodded and looked at the Broken Arm Demon Cultivator with a look of realization on his face.

"Now, you have also heard what Master Huang said. He did this specifically for your own good. War is not a child's play. You must learn to endure hardship and cultivate your own willpower. Only in this way will you have the opportunity to become a great demon in the future. Do you understand? ?”

"..."

The Broken Arm Demon Cultivators almost exploded with anger on the spot.

He took life-saving supplies for himself and others.

Or for your own good?

"Do you have any other questions?"

Jun Zheng asked.

"We don't agree!"

The Broken Arm Demon Cultivators shouted angrily.

"Don't accept it? You received the mission ten days ago. You were supposed to lead the team to break five formations and advance the front line you were responsible for ten feet."

"According to the mission requirements, you should have completed it in seven days. It is because you are greedy for life and afraid of death that you insisted on delaying the solution until today."

"Originally, I thought it would be difficult to fight on your front line, so I didn't want to settle this account with you."

"If you insist on doing stupid things, then don't blame me for being ruthless."

Huang Sanlang stared at several people and reminded them grimly.

"Delaying a fighter jet is indeed a capital crime."

Jun Zheng also spoke slowly.

The broken-armed demon cultivator knelt on the ground and stared at the two of them, filled with grief and anger.

After a moment of silence, he wiped his eyes with his other arm, silently stood up and left with his companions.

After the five people left, Jun Zheng looked at Huang Sanlang and smiled slightly.

"It just so happened that several distinguished guests were drinking and having fun at my house, and Sanlang came with them."

"Master Junzheng, please."

Huang Sanlang naturally knew who the distinguished guest Jun Zheng was talking about, and he quickly followed him with a smile.

At this moment, in the backyard of the Junzheng Mansion, several demon cultivators were exchanging glasses of wine at a banquet. They were accompanied by beautiful demon cultivators from the colorful tribe, which was quite a bit like a wine pool and a forest of meat.

After Jun Zheng arrived, Tang Yu, who was sitting at the table, invited.

"Two adults are here, sit down and have a taste of the fine wine on this ground. In order to get this wine, I have spent a lot of effort. I will send ten jars to each of you adults later."

"Brother Situ Xian is interested."

Jun Zheng laughed and sat down quickly, taking the lead in raising his glass.

"Since it is fine wine obtained from the ground, the first glass should be given to Brother Situ Xian. If there is a good thing about getting rich in the future, Brother Situ Xian must not forget about his brothers."

"Brother Situ Xian has great supernatural powers. From now on, I will only follow my brother Situ Xian's lead."

"I'll do it first."

Everyone stood up and toasted, the fawning looks on their faces undisguised.

Tang Yu also stood up and responded to everyone one by one, speaking warmly and politely.

The lowest realm among these demon cultivators here is the Nascent Soul realm.

They all come from ten ethnic groups, have connections within the ethnic groups, and hold important positions.

After using the spirit stone beauty magic weapon to quickly win over these demon cultivators, they all became very wise and cooperated with him on their first business.

A large number of centuries-old Minghai flowers were brought out from the warehouse and sent to Litang Sect.

Half of it is used to refine elixirs to supplement the shortage of elixir materials for human monks.

The remaining half was sent back to Duobao Pavilion and resold for a huge profit of ten times.

In order to repay this group of young men, Tang Yu's first batch of dividends alone exceeded 8,000 high-grade spiritual stones.

Tang Yu also tried his best to arrange some of the supplies they needed.

In this case, how can everyone not try their best?

The war may not be won.

But the benefits obtained are all real. Wouldn't it be nice to use the resources to cultivate and improve the realm?

PS: A month has passed in 2023 in the blink of an eye. In 2022, many book friends and I may have had conflicts of various sizes.

------------------I hereby sincerely ask these people to apologize to me, thank you, Meiyun is your wife