After Cheng Ling said this, everyone began to collect materials and prepare to refine the repeating crossbow machine. They quietly left the cave and gathered branches from many palm trees.
Palm trees are very hard and are known as "iron trees". Therefore, it does not take a lot of time to sharpen the branches and they will naturally become a sharp arrow. It is convenient and fast, and the production speed is very fast. It only took half a day to make two hundred thousand arrowheads.
Cheng Ling experimented and used this kind of arrowhead to shoot, and the hard rock wall in the cave could penetrate more than half of the arrow body, not to mention targeting the physical body of low-level monks. He nodded with satisfaction, and then adjusted the crossbow's sights and bow strings to make the arrows fired more accurately and faster.
After everyone was ready, Cheng Ling ordered: "Now that the crossbow machine has been refined, the next step is to see where the disciples of the Blood Sea Sect are. Brother Jian is asked to go and investigate. Everyone waits here and does something else. Prepare."
Jian Yinghao laughed, left the cave, and went to investigate. Among the people, his cultivation level is second only to Cheng Ling, and he is meticulous. When doing such investigation work, there will be no trouble easily.
After he left, Cheng Ling asked everyone to make some decorations on their appearance, such as painting their faces with some oil paint, tying some palm leaves on their bodies, and wearing a hat made of leaves on their heads. In short, everything follows the pattern of special forces on Earth.
Wu Chenlong, Zhang Hu and Song Yingjie were fine and followed Cheng Ling's arrangements. Liu Qingyan and others were unhappy. You said hanging a few leaves on your body doesn't hurt, but what's the point of applying oil paint on your face?
God has finally given me a good face, and now I have to paint on it. Isn’t this a waste of natural resources? The four girls refused to obey, no matter how Cheng Ling deceived them, they shook their heads. Even the cold-tempered Gu Youlan and the most obedient and obedient Xi Yan were determined not to do it.
Cheng Ling held her forehead and sighed, woman...! Regardless of ancient and modern times, on earth or in this world, their pursuit of beauty will never end...!
The masquerade party couldn't go on, so it had to be given up. Anyway, it was only aimed at the low-level monks of the Blood Sea Sect. As for those who were distracted and above, the crossbow machine had little effect on them, so assassination methods were still needed. Thinking that this was just to cater to the atmosphere of the battlefield, the beauties refused and let them go.
The girls were relieved and finally no longer had to put oil paint on their faces! If they knew Cheng Ling's thoughts, they would have to cause trouble.
After less than half an hour, Jian Yinghao turned around and looked at everyone's costumes in surprise. He was even more amazed at Wu Chenlong's "colorful face". When he heard that it was Cheng Ling's intention, he pretended to be the same without saying a word.
Cheng Ling smiled secretly in his heart. After he finished dressing up, he asked, "Brother Jian, how is the situation ahead?"
Jian Yinghao's attack was so ruthless that his face was almost unrecognizable, with only two dark eyes showing. Cheng Ling's stomach almost ached from laughing.
He casually wiped his paint-covered hands on his clothes and said: "The disciples of the Blood Sea Sect are heading towards the ruins of the Canghai Dragon Palace. They seem to have found a way to leave. The group of people closest to us now is about thirty. There are two distracted monks leading the team."
"Okay, how many are there, and what's their situation?"
"There are about a few thousand people, and their faces are not very good. They have been in the Black Mist Forest for almost six days. The forest is thick with poisonous fog. Many monks have been poisoned. Scattered corpses can be found along the way."
Cheng Ling's eyes lit up and he said: "It seems that their antidote pills are not enough. There are nearly 200,000 people, and the materials they need to refine are an astronomical number. In this case, let's eat this wave of people first!"
Everyone nodded in agreement. There were only nine of them. Xiyan was already a fifth-level alchemist, refining detoxifying pills.
It takes a quarter of an hour. It is conceivable that the Blood Sea Sect's alchemy masters have to supply nearly two hundred thousand monks, and there is no way they can take care of them.
Cheng Ling continued: "Our plan needs to be adjusted slightly. They don't have enough antidote pills, and the chance of low-level monks surviving in the forest is greatly reduced. We will concentrate our attack power and kill the monks above the Transformation God first."
"They have two distraction cultivators. Uncle Master, you, Yiyi and Youlan will work together to kill one, Brother Jian and I will kill the other one, and the rest will be handed over to Chenlong and the others. Remember, you must use Kill them as quickly as possible and free up your hands to deal with other Blood Sea Sect disciples. Don’t be reluctant to fight. Once you find the troops coming to support, evacuate immediately!"
Everyone agreed in unison.
Cheng Ling straightened his waist and ordered: "Okay, everyone, let's go!"
After leaving the cave, everyone used the luck-condensing technique, and under the leadership of Jian Yinghao, headed towards the disciples of the Blood Sea Sect.
An hour later, they quietly touched the back of the Blood Sea Sect disciple. Cheng Ling looked up and saw that the two leading monks were distracted.
He waved his hand, and the nine people divided into two teams and moved towards the direction of the two distracted monks.
After a while, Cheng Ling and Jian Yinghao came to a distance of twenty feet from the distracted monk on the left. Seeing the right moment, with a wave of their hands, the two of them were like tigers coming out of a box. Their bodies suddenly rose up, and they covered a distance of twenty feet in the blink of an eye. They killed the monk with the long sword in their hands.
The monk instinctively sensed a strong crisis. He misplaced his hands and was about to resist, but the sword moves of Cheng Ling and the two men were too fast. By the time he reacted, the long sword was already in front of him. Two rays of light flashed across, Cheng Ling cut off his head, and Jian Yinghao killed the Yuanshen smoothly, completing the first blood perfectly!
Another monk next to him discovered that his companion was suddenly separated from his body. Just as he was about to step forward, he felt his body stagnate. A cold breath came from the air and spread all over his body. The periphery of his body seemed to be covered with a layer of frost. Ice.
How could Bai Yiyi and Gu Youlan give up such a good opportunity? Two sword lights passed by, and the monk's head flew into the air, and blood spurted out from his body. The soul had no time to leave the body, and was already penetrated by another sword light and dissipated. In the air, the second distracted monk, ko!
Things changed so fast that the disciples of the Blood Sea Sect had not yet woken up. Cheng Ling swept his consciousness, shouted "Kill!" and started to kill a god-transforming monk first. His sound was like blowing a charge horn, and the five assassins instantly rushed into the group of monks, looking for the god-transformation monk to kill them.
Not only that, but for some reason, many arrowheads appeared around the Blood Sea Sect disciples, constantly harvesting their lives.
In the span of a stick of incense, Cheng Ling's consciousness sensed the movement of people in front and immediately issued a retreat order. After killing the fighting monks, the nine people retreated instantly. In a moment, they merged with the forest, and no trace could be found.
After a while, everyone gathered a hundred miles away. Cheng Ling nodded with satisfaction and said: "Yes, the first ambush has such results, we are more confident. Just watch, the disciples of the Blood Sea Sect will soon fall into endless trouble." in panic."
Xi Yan and Zhang Hu's hands trembled slightly. This was the first time for them to carry out such a killing. In the past, he only practiced in the sect. Even when he went out to practice, he only fought against monsters. This was the first time he had killed a human monk with his bayonet red.
Song Yingjie's face turned slightly pale. Although he had killed people before, this was the first time he had killed someone in this way. In less than one stick of incense, it was unbelievable to kill two distraction-stage people, a dozen god-transformation stage people, and more than a thousand monks at Nascent Soul level and below.
Liu Qingyan saw the performance of the three of them and sighed in her heart, admiring Cheng Ling's proposition even more. The road to spiritual cultivation is so long and difficult. How can one reach the top without experiencing the baptism of blood?
After this battle, Xiyan and the other three were like a phoenix reborn. They were baptized mentally and spiritually. They had a deeper understanding of the cruelty of the monastic world, and their character was tempered to a higher level. She believed that with their qualifications and character, they would become the mainstay of the sect in the future.
Compared with the excitement of the nine people, the disciples of the Blood Sea Sect were gloomy and gloomy. When word of the ambush spread to Bian Xue Sha, his expression became even more gloomy.
Several elders in the integration stage also felt that the situation was not good. Cheng Ling and others were in a good position and could ambush them at any time. Those disciples were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, unable to control their own destiny.
Bian Xuesha glanced at the faces of the elders one by one, and said coldly: "Tell me, what should we do now?"
The eight elders did not say a word, but turned to look at the great elder.
The great elder smiled bitterly in his heart. He had been by Bian Xuesha's side since the founding of the Blood Sea Sect. He was the most powerful and prestige person under the sect leader. Only his opinions could be listened to by Bian Xuesha.
He swallowed and said helplessly: "Sect Master, the current situation is very unfavorable to us, but there is no need to worry too much. They are only targeting the distracted monks. As long as they are gathered together, there will be no opportunity to take advantage of them." .”
"How about this, if we hold on for a few more days, we can take the initiative as long as we grit our teeth and rush out of this forest."
All the elders understood and nodded silently. As long as the sect's high-end combat power is maintained, the remaining low-level disciples can be recruited as many as they want without spending energy.
Bian Xuesha pondered for a while, and could only agree with the great elder's opinion, urging him to continue moving forward.
A hundred miles away, Jian Yinghao continued to assume the heavy responsibility of investigation and was telling Cheng Ling exactly what was going on ahead. He finally said: "At their speed, they will be able to break out of the black mist forest in six days. Brother Cheng, we should how to respond?"
Cheng Ling chuckled and said, "It's a good calculation, but don't forget that if you cut with a soft knife too many times, your heart will hurt. If we continue to go out, I don't believe that Bian Xuesha can hold back the bad anger in his heart." !”
After saying that, he waved his hand and continued to chase in the direction of the Blood Sea Sect disciples.
Late at night, the visibility in the black mist forest is even lower. It is almost impossible to see even one’s fingers, and the coverage of spiritual consciousness is suppressed to a minimum. After a day of traveling in a hurry, exhausted and panicked, the disciples of the Blood Sea Sect could finally rest for a while.
But before they could rest for long, strong sword energy streaked across the night sky, and the dark forest shone brightly.
"Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof!"
That was the sound of a body falling to the ground and a head being severed. In an instant, those disciples were all in a panic, running around like headless flies, but even so, they still could not escape the call of death.
After a while, the sound completely subsided. But within a few hours of Ansheng, the same light and terrifying sound rang out from the other side.
In one night, he once again killed six distracting monks, more than twenty god-transforming monks, and countless monks below Nascent Soul!
The next morning, Bian Xuesha's entire face turned the color of pig's liver, and veins on his head sprouted like little snakes. He was extremely angry! Just now, another news came that the disciple on the left was ambushed and killed, three more in the distraction stage and a dozen monks in the transformation stage died.
Who can withstand this kind of gameplay? Every news of defeat is like a huge slap, slapped on the bloody face next to him. How could the leader of the Blood Sea Sect, who had been powerful in the southern seas for hundreds of years, ever suffer such humiliation?
He stood up angrily and roared at the great elder: "You spread out all the disciples, I don't believe it. Hundreds of thousands of disciples are spread out, and you can't find those bastards!"
