The Immortal Spiritual Picture

If all these resources can be taken back by the Donggu Dynasty, then the development of the entire Donggu Dynasty in the next thousand years will not be a problem.

By then, Gu Changhuan can spread the method of curing the Wusheng epidemic.

Thinking so, Gu Changhuan put away the map and began to close his eyes to rest.

He was waiting for a message, a good news of victory.

Both the appearance of the Donggu Dynasty and the declaration of war against the Bone Clan were very sudden; because the Donggu Dynasty was isolated from the world before, there were very few secret stakes and spies of the Bone Clan in the Donggu Dynasty, and the Donggu Dynasty mobilized the army to fight in secret, so this time the war with the Bone Clan will definitely catch the Bone Clan by surprise.

I just don’t know how much victory this first battle with the mobilization of three million monks can win.

At the same time, on the other side, somewhere on the border of the Bone Clan.

Gu Changqing pulled the long sword in his hand, and the sword intent around him was instantly gathered in his body; the enemy in front of him had his dantian broken and had no vitality, and he won this battle.

After taking off his storage magic weapon, Gu Changqing shot out a fireball from his fingertips to send it back to dust, and then his consciousness swept across the battlefield below.

On the desolate wilderness, the human race and the bone race monks fought and killed each other, and the fire and thunder were heard one after another. The monks on both sides, who were so angry that they sometimes didn't even bother to pick up the spoils. Warm but lifeless corpses fell from the sky, some of them were human monks, but more were bone clan.

But overall, the human race obviously has the advantage.

And the highest-level combined monk stationed in this city has been killed by him. This city is their Donggu Dynasty anyway.

Today, five days have passed since Gu Changqing led the Donggu Dynasty army and the Gu family monks to attack the border of the bone clan. During these five days, he led three million monks to attack cities and plunder. So far, this is the sixth eighth-level spiritual vein they have attacked.

The six eighth-level spiritual veins, judging from the size of the map, account for about one-thirtieth of the size of the Bone Clan.

Although the territories captured were not directly under the jurisdiction of Chenggu Mountain, Chenggu Mountain must have received the news long ago, otherwise there would not be any fusion cultivators from Chenggu Mountain in this city.

Unfortunately, although the fusion cultivator from Chenggu Mountain had many treasures, he could not withstand the large number of people from the Donggu Dynasty. After being seriously injured after several attacks, he fled using several thousand-mile teleportation talismans in succession.

The remaining fusion cultivators could not escape easily. After all, this was their own territory, and they had to fight hard.

But the result was obvious. They were not the opponents of the Donggu Dynasty; even if the three Mahayana cultivators had been hiding, the fusion cultivators of the Bone Clan were not the opponents of the many fusion cultivators of the Donggu Dynasty.

In this battle, the Bone Clan must lose.

After practicing Taoism for thousands of years, Gu Changqing, who had become accustomed to fighting on the battlefield, withdrew his consciousness and took out the spirit wine and drank it hard.

I have been busy fighting for the past few days. Now my inner essence is running out. It seems that I need to stop the offensive.

However, it is also refreshing.

The fight in the sky has not stopped completely. Although Gu Changqing has finished the battle, Gu Xuanzhan and others are still fighting fiercely with the bone tribe. Although Gu Xuanzhan has the upper hand, it is not easy to decide life and death.

Since the war with the bone tribe, they have attacked six eighth-level spirit veins, but only killed four combined cultivators on the battlefield.

Oh, if you count the combined cultivator that Gu Changqing just killed, there are five.

Every time the battle is over, the bone tribe combined cultivators who feel powerless will run away, because the high-level cultivators have various means of escape, even Gu Changqing and others can hardly intercept them successfully.

Gu Changqing watched coldly as the bone clan cultivator who was fighting against his great grandfather avoided his eyes when he saw the one-sided situation on the battlefield, and seemed to want to escape.

If he was allowed to run away like this, they would have to face too many combined cultivators in the future battles against Chenggu Mountain, so they should try to intercept and kill them.

Gu Changqing thought so, hiding his figure and true energy fluctuations, trying to profile Gu Xuanzhan to prevent the bone clan combined cultivator he was fighting from escaping.

But he didn't expect that at this moment, a figure staggered beside him.

With a frown, Gu Changqing subconsciously supported the man.

"What happened?"

Gu Changde looked pale and a little embarrassed. He stood still and explained:

"I met a tough opponent. That old man was able to break my illusion and tricked me.

With just a reversal of his true essence, he escaped and could not be caught. I wanted to come to help you, but I didn't expect you to be so fast with your sword.

I worked in vain."

Gu Changde's major was illusion. This kind of technique has a very strong combat power, but if he encounters a cultivator who has practiced an illusion technique or a spiritual body with a natural ability to restrain illusion, he is often easily defeated and restrained by it.

In the past, Gu Changde rarely encountered such an opponent on the battlefield, so he was a little careless. Otherwise, he would not have been injured by him unexpectedly.

Gu Changqing didn't know what to say. Should he blame himself for killing people too quickly?

The two chatted briefly; on the other side, Gu Xuanzhan took back the magic treasure with a dark face, and the next moment Fei Jin appeared beside Gu Xuanzhan with an even darker face, and his fiery red hair seemed to be on fire.

He scratched his messy hair on his head, and the whole person was like a balloon filled with air.

"Running again!

Are they centipedes?

They can run so fast!"

Seeing his opponent run away, Fei Jin was even angrier than Gu Xuanzhan.

This made Gu Xuanzhan less concerned.

Gu Xuanzhan took the pill and ate it, refining it while saying:

"This is not a solution. It seems that I need to exchange for a magic treasure that can trap the enemy."

Fei Jin agreed deeply.

Unfortunately, he has the blood of the Qilin, and his body is strong while he is proficient in fire-attributed magic, but he has no talent for trapping enemies in space, otherwise he would not watch his enemies run away one by one.

"How about drawing some magic talismans that can seal space?"

Fei Jin suggested.

Gu Xuanzhan taught Fei Jin how to draw magic talismans. Of course, Fei Jin is not very talented in this area, but he also knows that some magic talismans can seal space.

Gu Xuanzhan shook his head,

"No, the space talisman is difficult to draw, and the space it can seal is not that large."

Most high-level cultivators fight on the strong wind, and their flying speed is extremely fast. A small battlefield can easily cover hundreds or thousands of miles, and a space talisman cannot seal such a large area.

"Okay, then I can only use spiritual treasures."

Fei Jin was a little discouraged.

He was not used to using spiritual treasures and magic weapons.