The Nine Heavens Yingyuan Lei Zun's suppression of evil Dharma Light actually amazed Li Qingxiao.

The Dharma Light purifies all sins. The evil blood and spiritual power of the Demon Sect monk was stained with countless blood debts on his hands. Under the Dharma Light, he could not even have a trace of resistance.

However, a monk at the third level of foundation building still cannot explain anything.

In the next two days, Li Qingxiao continued to take Chen Qingshan to search for the Demon Sect cultivators in the Bolingye area, but only met three or four small characters in the Qi training realm.

Two days later, Chen Qingshan had just finished killing a Demon Sect cultivator at the seventh level of Qi training, and his expression was full of excitement.

In the past four years, he has only earned more than 3,000 military merits.

But in the past two days, the clan leader gave him three Qi training levels, one Qi training level eight, and four Demon Sect cultivators, and he earned 2,900 military merit value in this moment.

What does this mean if you last four years in a day?

Can Chen Qingshan not be excited?

The military merit value set by the three major camps is worth ten low-grade spirit stones. In just one day, he earned almost 30,000 spirit stones.

"Where did the top-grade magic stick in your hand come from?"

Chen Qingshan was finishing up when he heard the clan leader’s inquiry, he smiled and replied: “Class leader, this is what I spent more than 200 military merits to exchange for the camp needs.”

The Guo family and Zijian Pavilion of Lansha Camp jointly established a battalion office to exchange materials for these monks participating in the war, and also covered magic weapons. According to the value of the top-grade magic weapons, ranging from 1,000 to 10,000, the exchange of this military merit is also reasonable.

After two days, Li Qingxiao also understood Chen Qingshan's strength. He practiced the early stage of the eighth level of Qi training. He practiced the destroyed Liu's "Thick Earth Spiritual Walking Jue". Facing ordinary demon cultivators at the peak of the eighth level of Qi training, they could fight, but it was a bit difficult to reach the level.

Li Qingxiao took out a long black stick from the ring, which was more than six feet long. The stick was wrapped in a green glass dragon pattern, and there was a golden ring on each end. He handed the stick to Chen Qingshan and was stunned for a moment.

"This long stick was obtained by chance from outside. It is called Qingli Xuan stick, and it is ranked as the best magic weapon. You can try it."

There are more than 30 top-quality magic weapons in Li Qingxiao's ring, all of which are from Bai Guiyun. It just so happened that Chen Qingshan used stick-like magic weapons, and Qingli Xuanshou was just enough for him to use.

Chen Qingshan was immediately excited, took the long stick and waved it aside.

The Thick Earth Spiritual Xing Jue is the original Liu family's inherited technique, and there is also a matching stick technique called "Xuanlong Ten Thousand Shadows". The long stick spiritual power is sent and received, like black dragons emerging. When it reaches the foundation-building realm, it can reach the highest level of ten thousand stick shadows.

After all, Chen Qingshan still has only the early stage of the eighth level of Qi training, but his mastery of martial arts has reached a very high level. His spiritual power transforms into more than a thousand black dragon shadows in front of him with the help of a long stick, and it is like black dragons pounced forward. The power of each attack is breathtaking. Li Qingxiao couldn't help but nod after seeing it.

Of course, Chen Qingshan was the most excited. This Qingli Xuanshou was made for him. Originally, he could only use the Xuanlong Ten Thousand Shadows to sway more than 800 dragon shadows. After using this Qingli Xuanshou, he actually increased by 30%.

"Qingshan, thank the clan leader for reward!"

Chen Qingshan was so excited that he gave Li Qingxiao a big gift.

Although I know that the clan leader is generous every time he takes action, it is a top-quality magic weapon, and it is worth at least 200,000 spirit stones.

Even if he saved up enough spirit stones himself, he might not be able to find such a magic weapon.

Li Qingxiao shook his head and said, "Don't be grateful to me, you have worked hard on Jingyuan Island in the past four years."

After all, Chen Qingshan is the chief of the Qing generation. Judging from his aspirations, among the current graduates of the General Academy, Liu Qingye is also slightly inferior to him, and Li Qingxiao does regard him as a training of his own family.

Let’s talk about a top-quality magic weapon, which is insignificant for both him and his family.

There are too few foundation-building monks in the Demon Sect in this Boling wilderness, only one in two days.

Li Qingxiao pondered and asked, "In addition to Bolingye, there are many other places where there are the Demon Sect cultivators?"

Chen Qingshan immediately understood the meaning and knew what the patriarch wanted to do.

After hesitating for a moment, he pointed to the north of Bolingye and said, "Bolingye is a buffer zone between both sides. The north is the sphere of influence of the Demon Sect. With their strongholds, generally cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building will occupy three or five villages. Larger towns have late stage of foundation building or even the superior realm of the superior. The more important place is that the superiors of the Demon Sect's guardian level are stationed."

Li Qingxiao nodded. These Demon Sect cultivators actually have a relatively light view of resources. The key is that places with more resources often mean a large population. What Demon Sect cultivators need is a large population. Taking up these places will help their cultivation.

"Qingshan, you go back first, I'll go alone next."

Hearing Li Qingxiao's words, Chen Qingshan worriedly: "Clan leader, you must not go there. Those monks of the Demon Sect are not far from each other. Once something happens to a stronghold, they will go to support nearby, which is extremely dangerous.

Previous actions to remove the strongholds were usually initiated by the masters of the false alchemy realm in the camp. Only when there are five or six meters of great monks in the foundation building realm go together can there be hope."

Li Qingxiao nodded when he heard this, saw the worry on Chen Qingshan's face, and smiled and said, "Don't worry about me. Besides, even if there is danger, I'll just run away, right? You can go back first."

The patriarch was so persistent, and Chen Qingshan had no choice but to turn his head before leaving, looking worriedly at Li Qingxiao's back flying away from his sword.

"No, I have to go back quickly and tell Deacon Biyu that it is too dangerous for the patriarch to go there alone."

After Li Qingxiao flew north from Bolingye for a while, he used Qinglei wings. His speed suddenly increased a lot and he quickly flew over Bolingye.

Standing in the air, Li Qingxiao looked over from afar. After Bolingye passed, there was another larger plain, with occasionally a few small hills, and buildings could be seen almost everywhere nearby.

No wonder these demon cultivators support each other very quickly. This plain area may be seen with the naked eye.

However, this is also the characteristic of Jingyuan Island, with the widest plain area.

Li Qingxiao circulated the Lei Zun Dharma Image Divine Eye and looked at the villages and towns where they gathered. There was a thick blood mist over almost every place that did not dissipate, but the intensity was different.

The eyes of the Thunder God can bear the sins of the world. The blood mist is supposed to be the sinful aura caused by these demon cultivators devouring human blood.

Li Qingxiao thought for a moment, picked a town with the richest blood mist and flew over.

In any case, there will be no real person in Jindan. Since he is making military achievements, he will of course choose the strongest stronghold.

Even if the Jindan real person appeared, he really wanted to try it. He really didn't know the strength of the Jindan puppet for the time being.

Hexia Town, located about ten miles north of Bolingye, was originally a large town with a population of more than 150,000. Like the towns where thousands of millions of gather on Jingyuan Island, it makes a living by farming.

Although ordinary people don’t say that they live in a rich and mediocre life, they are not difficult to eat in Hexia Town.

Unfortunately, all of this disappeared after the Demon Sect defeated the Yuan family and occupied most of the Jingyuan Island.

The town is full of broken limbs and broken arms, and fragments of corpses on the ground are being eaten by unknown wild animals. Living people scattered on the road are either lying down or their eyes are empty, and they are already waiting to die.

Even if there were living people who saw their relatives being eaten, they wanted to move forward and drive them away, they were so hungry that they had no strength to be stared at by wild animals, and they were even a little scared.

There are fewer than 150,000 people left in Hexia Town, with a population of 150,000, and they are almost all young children and young people under the age of 20.

To the east of the town, Yuan Jun, who was in his early twenties, had a mature face that was obviously not of this age. Looking at the only remaining younger brothers and sisters on the ground, his face was full of pain and struggle.

When three or five moving people saw him coming, they hurriedly came up. One of them, a young man with a disheveled face but still had a dizzy eyes, asked.

"Brother Yuan, how many people do those three devils need this time?"

Yuan Jun's eyes showed a little resentment, and he gritted his teeth and replied, "One Thousand!"

"So many, didn't you pay back three hundred last time?" Hearing one thousand two words, the man was shocked, and the expression on his face was extremely terrifying.

"The Demon Sect is retreating, and the devil must have taken advantage of the last opportunity to try to use the people from our town to practice the exercises."

Yuan Jun's face showed a bit of misery. He was the son of Yuan Ting, the mayor of Hexia Town.

Although his father Yuan Ting was the mayor of the town, he never bullied others with his power. Instead, he always thought about the people of Hexia Town. He was upright and upright. The better the future of the town development, the happier the lives of the people in the town will be.

Unfortunately, after the Demon Sect occupied this place, he killed nearly half of the population in the town on the first day, including his father. If it weren't for his familiarity with the town, the three Demon Sect monks used him to manage these people, and his father took the initiative to protect him, he would have died with him that day.

From then on, the three demons would ask Yuan Jun to lead hundreds of people to practice the magic skills from time to time. Once Yuan Jun did not cooperate, his own life would be a trivial matter. The key is that the three demons would kill more people to show him.

I remembered that Hexia Town was my father's efforts during his lifetime, and that his father had expressed his wishes to him before.

Yuan Jun could only endure the humiliation and help the three demons manage.

There were more than 70,000 people in the town at that time. Although bad luck would come from time to time, people would die, but at least they could still live.

At first two years, the town had reserves and everyone had enough food, but after a long time and no production, the food in the town was sold out quickly. The key is that these three demons were only allowed to let them move in the town, and once they were except the town, they would be caught and executed directly.

Seeing the more than 10,000 young people left in the town, Yuan Jun's mind was full of elders who were willing to die for his descendants, and his eyes were filled with pain and resentment.

"Brother Yuan, you can't drag it like this anymore. Anyway, isn't the monk coalition in the south coming to fight? Let's take people away. Even if you are caught and killed, it's better than lying here and waiting to die!"

Hearing the boy's words, a trace of intent flashed in Yuan Jun's eyes, but when he thought of the mysterious and strange methods of the three demon cultivators in his mind, he shook his head again.

If you don’t have to, it’s definitely a dead end if you just run away like this.

But if you don’t run away and just stay like this, the last fewer than 10,000 seeds in Hexia Town will be dead.

The parents and elders of these children were willing to die, and their advice to him echoed in their minds.

What should we do? Those three devils cannot escape. How long will it take to wait for the opportunity?

When will the monks in the south be called?

Yuan Jun's mind was in a mess, but he was just a young monk at the second level of Qi training. Facing the three Foundation Building Demons, he had no choice but to do anything.

At this moment, in the north of the town, where the three demons were waiting, a dazzling green light suddenly lit up, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Immediately afterwards, a scream mixed with fear came, and everyone was stunned.

"What, ah..."

Then there were two sounds of fear begging for mercy that sounded at the same time.

"Senior, please spare me, please..."

"The villain is willing to surrender, please spare me!"

Yuan Jun's face suddenly showed ecstasy.

He would never forget these three voices that made him hate to the core.

They are the three foundation-building demons.

Are they begging for mercy?

A monk from the south has called him!

"It's those three demons, come with me and have a look."
Chapter completed!