Ding Chengwang was slightly lost in thought when an old man wearing a white sword robe with a gold edge and a long carved dragon sword hanging on his waist landed next to him and asked: "Fellow Daoist Ding, why don't you come to our sect, and I will use my gold..." The title of Master Lin guarantees that I will provide you with a separate cave in the fourth level of spiritual veins."
Ding Chengwang glanced at him and chuckled: "Old Feiyi, you and I have known each other for many years. I know your character clearly, but Zhenyuan gave birth to me and raised me, just like my parents. Ding was incompetent, so that the sect If you leave now after being humiliated, how can you still have the dignity to live in this world?"
Hearing his words, Wang Feiyi's thin cheeks tensed up, and he sighed for a long time: "Actually, I knew you would choose this way... Anyway, if you need anything, just tell me and I will do my best. If the real thing cannot be done, you can still come to me. What I just said will still be valid in the future."
Ding Chengwang smiled faintly, said nothing, and flew forward. Wang Feiyi sighed again. He understood what the other party meant - if the real thing couldn't be done, Ding Chengwang would probably not choose to live alone.
In fact, Wang Feiyi can completely understand Ding Chengwang's thoughts. After all, if something happened to the Xuantian Sword Sect, he would definitely choose to live and die with the sect - but now he feels regretful. The two of them had a completely friendship. They had fought at least hundreds of times since Zhennan. Although they always quarreled with each other, they cherished each other in their hearts. He only said it because he felt regret in his heart. Those words just now.
The sun emerged from the east and then slowly rose. The disciples of the Zhenyuan Sect finally finished setting up the formation. Ding Chengwang glanced at his disciples and waved his hand to give the order: "Everyone spreads out to form formations and cross the river in batches. After passing Form a formation to eliminate the monsters, and prepare to meet them, quickly!"
Because the north bank of the Demon Slayer River is dangerous, the Zhenyuan Sect monks who chose to go north were divided into four teams. The first team was all monks with high cultivation and combat effectiveness. Their mission was to wipe out the monsters on the north bank and set up a camp to prepare for the meeting. The next group of people; the second team is the monks who transport the scriptures and materials in the sect. This is related to the orthodoxy of the Zhenyuan Sect and must not be lost.
The third team is the mortal family members of the Zhenyuan Sect monks and the mortals who were brought here during the escape. These people are the future of the lower class of the Zhenyuan Sect. If a sect wants to gain a foothold, it must not be without these lower classes, but the Zhenyuan Sect must not be without these lower classes. Pai escaped in a hurry this time, and the total number of mortals he brought out was only tens of thousands. If he could successfully establish a foothold on the north bank, he might have to find some way to get some mortals from Dongyi.
The last team is also a group of high-level monks in the sect, and the acting head Gao Qiong is among them. On the one hand, he uses the head as a pledge to show his sincerity, and on the other hand, he is on guard against the Xuantian Sword Sect. After all, an agreement is an agreement, and no one can guarantee that the Xuantian Sword Sect will not suddenly turn against them and take action. Putting some high-level monks in the rear to take care of them can at least serve as a guarantee.
Taking the lead in crossing the Demon Slayer River, he broke away from the swirling airflow and landed on the ground. Ding Chengwang's consciousness immediately caught a demonic force coming towards him. When he looked sideways, he saw that it was a demon bird in the blood refining stage that didn't know whether to live or die. He shouted and attacked himself.
A demonic beast in the blood refining stage dared to attack him, a monk in the Nascent Soul stage, for some reason. Ding Chengwang did not even look at the demonic bird. With a move of his finger, a spiritually powerful hand appeared out of thin air and pinched the demonic bird. Turning into a bloody mess, he loudly ordered: "Form up an formation to destroy the monsters! Yun Lin, you guys go and set up the formation base, hurry up!"
The water flow in the Demon Slaying River is filled with spiritual energy, which is why it is so manic. The airflow above it is also very chaotic due to the influence of the current. It is constantly surging, and there is uncontrolled spiritual energy in it. Running around is very dangerous. Even a foundation-building monk has a 70% to 80% chance of being swept away by the air current.
Therefore, the Zhenyuan Sect set up a special formation before crossing the river. However, because the Demon Slayer River was very wide, the formation could not completely cover it. Therefore, after Ding Chengwang and others arrived at the north bank, the first thing to do was to immediately Get down to the base of the formation, stabilize the formation, and prepare to welcome the large group of people that will follow.
"Elder, the formation base is set!"
About two-quarters of an hour later, several core formations were finally set up. Ding Chengwang glanced at them, waved and shouted: "Get the people behind to come over!"
The monster beasts on the north shore were fewer and weaker than he had imagined - at least so far, not even the monster beasts in the spiritual stage had appeared, which made Ding Chengwang feel relieved in his heart. After all, as the saying goes, everything is difficult at the beginning. The blessings and disasters of leaving Dongyi this time are unknown. The beginning is quite smooth, which is a good sign. For the current Zhenyuan Sect, there is a great need for something exciting.
After the formation base was set up on the north bank, the entire river-crossing formation immediately became much more stable. Groups of Zhenyuan Sect monks began to cross the river. Although some disciples were swept out by the surging airflow due to changes in the formation or other reasons. He disappeared into the surging river without even uttering a scream, but overall, crossing the river went smoothly.
The sun rose to the middle of the sky, then set to the west, until it was about to completely submerge into the earth. The Zhenyuan Sect's crossing of the river did not end. After all, including mortals, the number of people they wanted to cross the river this time was tens of thousands. The monks could say better. Not only is it slow for mortals to cross the river, but the possibility of accidents is also higher.
Until now, thousands of mortals have been swept away by the airflow. Some mortals were even rolled into pieces of broken flesh and blood in the air. The flesh and blood continued to surge in the air with the airflow, staining the outside of the entire river-crossing formation. There was a light pink layer on it that couldn't be removed for a long time.
That night.
Gao Qiong, the acting head of the Zhenyuan Sect, was sitting in the simple camp, looking through the damage reports that his disciples had just tallied.
The crossing of the river was generally smooth this time. Even including mortals, the loss of personnel was less than 10%. This number was much lower than expected. There was some loss of materials, but fortunately, the most important Tibetan scriptures He and the inheritance in the sect have not suffered any losses, and they have all been preserved.
After completing the river crossing, the Zhenyuan Sect monks first found a flat ground to set up camp and settled the people who successfully crossed the river. The area around the camp had been cleared, and there were no high-level monsters within a hundred miles. At the same time, they Several teams of exploration teams, headed by monks in the Dan Formation stage and Nascent Soul stage monks, were also dispatched to explore everywhere. The goal was to draw a map of the surrounding area and try to find spiritual veins as a temporary shelter.
Feeling that the light of the fluorite around him was a bit dim, Gao Qiong frowned, took out another piece of fluorite, and illuminated the surrounding area a little brighter. Then, he rubbed his temples, took out another volume, and turned the page. It seems.
I hope I can find a better spiritual vein, he thought.
I hope nothing happens, he sighed.
