As night fell, the area where the wood name was located was still shining brightly. The wood name's spirit was gradually consumed. A black cauldron was suspended above the head, and a stream of air fell, sank into the wood name's head.

It was the second day, and the alchemist changed two groups, but Mu Ming and Mo Teng continued to persist.

There are 30,000 cultivators in the formation. Some of these cultivators have reached the realm of transformation of the gods, and some have even reached the realm of distraction of the gods, but they are all placed here.

The blue bird flapped its wings back and forth and kept throwing into the crystal. At this time, it was too different when it looked at the wooden name.

The alchemist here in Muming accepted nearly 40% of the wounded people in the top ten Wushuang cities, which is already a miracle.

The drums were beating outside, and the war was not over. This was a war for monks. Unlike ordinary people, they could not decide the outcome in just a few hours, even if it was a battle.

"We can't stand it if this continues!" Some blue birds said, they were responsible for moving monks and sending messages, but some blue birds were also injured and sent here.

"I'm afraid it will take several hours, at least we will stop the army after dawn. Now that the night is dark and windy, it's a good time to attack!"

Another blue bird whispered, and at this time he gradually recovered from his injuries in the formation.

"What's the war ahead?" Mu Mingbin took out his energy and asked.

The blue bird bowed to the wooden name and said, "The war was in a stalemate, but Dongsheng had some advantage. The battle should be stopped after dawn. The barbarians could not withstand the consumption. They had to choose their fighting style based on the strength of both the enemy and us. The same goes for our side. The barbarians were much stronger than before. When we participated in the war in the early years, the barbarians were far inferior to now!"

The wooden name nodded and stopped talking. At this time, another wounded person was sent, not one or two, but thousands.

"There is a barbarian saint who takes action, and this is caused by the aftermath, and the others are directly turned into ashes!" A monster opened his mouth and spit out countless monks. It was a black penis, half of its wings broke, and then entered the formation.

The magic vine said: "Are there any knights targeting you?" There was a huge hole in the black roll's wings, which seemed to have been shot through.

Hei Peng said: "Yes, the barbarians are good at riding and shooting. We monsters are all the targets they shoot. Some of the same clan have already returned to heaven and earth!"

Look at the name of the magic vine, but nothing is left after all.

Those meditating alchemists began to feed elixirs to the injured. They were not able to meditate and recover their energy.

Mu Ming looked at all this quietly. For the first time, he felt that the war was like this. He had not seen the real battlefield yet, but the bloody smell in the formation made him feel sad.

Mu Ming closed his eyes and activated the alchemy fire with all his strength. Many sutras were chanted in his body. Mu Ming was tired, but his cultivation level gradually increased. It was incredible that Mu Ming was bearing the limit.

Finally, the drums became slow, and the murderous aura in the air weakened the blood, but blood rain fell in the sky, and the fishy wind spread all over the fields, and some masters fell. This is the reason why the war was slowing down.

Someone was sent here and told me: "A half-step Void God Realm fell, belonging to the barbarians." Everyone was overjoyed, but the man said: "There are three peak monks at the level of the Conversion Realm on Dongsheng that also fell."

Everyone was silent and suddenly felt the atmosphere was depressing.

After the Return Realm, there is the Void God Realm. Now the three peaks of the Return Realm have been lost, which makes people feel regretful, and at the same time, life is too fragile.

The formation was still shining brightly, and countless crystals were thrown into it. When the sky gradually became clear, Mu Ming left the formation. At this time, many wounded people were relieved. Mu Ming needed to heal some people who were dying.

The alchemists found room for their performance, and finally took care of their lives without beheading them, because there were too few people who died after entering the formation, which shocked them and became more and more admiring the Mu Ming place.

The strong are respected, this is the consensus among everyone. No one cares about Mu Ming’s cultivation at this time because... it is not important anymore.

The blue bird flew to Mu Ming and said, "The city lord is looking for you!"

Mu Ming general gave a perfect pill to the hands of a strong man. The strong man was intimidated and trepidated. Mu Ming said: "Healing his wounds carefully will be safe and sound in three hours!"

Then he followed the blue bird and the magic vine went with him.

Magic Vine said: "Maybe I've gone to the battlefield."

In fact, what the Demon Vine said was not bad. When the city lord saw the two, he spoke directly: "The high-level alchemist on the front line was killed, there was a vacant place. I hope you and the two of you took action!"

Mu Ming did not agree immediately, but asked: "What kind of cultivation are the healing?"

The city lord sighed softly: "The realm of divine distraction and the realm of divine destiny! It's hard for you, if only you and a few of your senior brothers are here!"

Mu Ming pondered for a moment, and finally nodded: "I need some monsters to cooperate!"

The city lord was happy and knew that the name of the wood was sure, so he immediately said: "Except for the monsters in the Return Realm that cannot be mobilized, everything else can be done."

The magic Vine said: "Why?"

The city lord said: "The monsters in the Return Realm are the backbone of the army and the key to victory. I cannot intervene too much. Moreover, most of these monsters belong to some aristocratic families. Apart from the academy, I don't have much power!" The city lord looked a little embarrassed, and the two understood that it was not good.

"No, it's just some of my familiar monsters. They are familiar with me and they can cooperate with each other!"

When the city lord heard this, he silently said, "I understand, but I think you understand that both monsters and monks should go through killing to stand alone."

The wooden name was nothing, just bowed gently, and the city lord looked at the blue bird: "Let's go back and arrange it, if there are any dissatisfied people, kill them!"

The blue bird was stunned, then nodded and led the wooden name to go.

"Why don't you choose to be in the city? There will be more casualties!" Mu Ming asked the blue bird on the way, which was where Mu Ming was confused.

Bluebird said: "Prevent people from mingle in the city. After we come out, the city gate will be closed and no one can pass. Moreover, the Dongsheng clan has never been afraid of the barbarians and witch clans, and should take the initiative to repel the invading enemies. If it really comes to the moment of retreating into the city, it is probably not far from the day of breaking the city!"

Mu Ming then realized that at this time, several people were shuttled across a road, surrounded by tents.

Before, this place was a densely forested place with countless ferocious beasts hiding, but they all ran away cleanly at this time. Most of the mountains were moved by barbarians. Later, a large army of aristocratic families appeared and occupied all the mountains here. At this time, the camps were everywhere, and the trees were sparse.

Countless monks patrol. When Mu Ming and his men passed by, the blue bird took out the token, but even so, they were still searched.

"Sorry, someone lurked in and assassinated a lot of people!"

A monk apologized, and Mu Ming recognized this person, who had received his own treatment before.

"It's okay, I wonder who was assassinated?"

Mu Ming asked, and it felt strange. It was logical that the guards here would not be allowed to come in.

The monk's face was a little unnatural, but he finally said: "It should be the visitor from the starry sky that came. They simulated our aura, and even the formation could not be recognized. They were all targeting royal forces, and I'm afraid the visitors would be unkind!"

Mu Ming Ran looked at the magic Vine and finally understood why the city lord was eager to let Mu Ming replace the high-level alchemist. Some people wanted to cut off the foundation of the royal family. Those alchemists were the best targets.

"I'm in trouble!" After the guard left, the magic vine whispered.

Mu Mingze said: "I don't worry if you are here, and we are not alone."

Demon Teng couldn't help but sigh when he thought of Mu Ming's previous request to the city lord: "You are still foresight."

Mu Ming said: "This is also impossible. I don't believe that no one will notice us as a few senior brothers do."

The two ended the conversation. After a while, they arrived at a camp and asked about a smell of medicine from afar. It was not pleasant, with a strong smell of blood, obviously mixed with blood.

There were guards guarding here, but after seeing the blue bird, the guards let them go.

Mu Ming opened the tent. The tent was very wide, but there were not many people inside. This was relatively speaking, but the magic vine frowned: "Why are there so many!"

There are indeed not many wounded people here, but this is compared with the area where the wood name was before. Most of them are the realm of the divine division and the realm of the divine realm. Most of these people are the damage of the original source and the damage of the soul, and there are thousands of them.

Mu Ming took a breath and suddenly felt that even if he squeezed out his strength, he could not heal so many people.

"Why no one has come yet? Do you want me to die?"

A monk was furious and grabbed an alchemist and roared.

The alchemist had the cultivation level of the God Transformation Realm, but at this time he was trembling and said tremblingly: "Please wait, spies have mixed in, and those alchemists are being interrogated!"

"The useless thing was actually mixed in and didn't even notice it. What are the foods of those aristocratic families?"

The alchemist was not easy to answer, so he had to say, "Senior, I am really not familiar with the origin of healing, so I can only give it up now!"

The monk did not make any difficulties, but said, "You go and help others, I can bear it for a while!"

The alchemist had to leave, but at this time Mu Ming came and said, "If you don't mind, please let me heal my wounds?"

"Oh? Are you doing it?"

The monk saw Mu Ming and saw the blue bird beside Mu Ming. When he looked at Mu Ming's waist, he didn't realize anything. Instead, he showed curiosity and secretly called himself strange. It was rare for this person to judge people by his appearance.

The wooden name has no words, just gently pinch the seal, and the monk understands and spreads his own defense.

After a moment, the man said, "It's true that you are a monk from Dan Peak, are you?"

Mu Ming said: "Senior, wise eyes!"

The monk shook his head: "I have seen you take action. It was rare in the city before, and it was much more reliable than those alchemists!"

Mu Ming said to the Demon Vine: "You go and see, there are too many people here. Let's refine pills together when we look back!"

The Demon Vine said: "It's just that this is the intention. Most of these people are wounded from the origin of the soul, so we can handle it. If we fight with the witch clan, we may be in big trouble!"

"Is a monster a good alchemist? It's rare, but a monster of vine has a natural advantage!"

This monk is not simple, he has seen some tricks.

The magic vine did not say anything, but walked around.

After a moment, Mu Ming withdrew his power, and the hidden diseases in the monk's body also disappeared, but his qi and blood were somewhat depleted.

"Thank you, I will count you as soon as I kill the enemy!"

The monk closed his eyes and meditated, but he said this. Someone noticed this and immediately called Mu Ming to heal his wounds.

Mu Ming had no choice but to say goodbye, and his figure shuttled through various places in the tent.

After a few hours, Wood Name and Magic Vine began to refine elixirs. The blue bird took countless herbs, and the Wood Name was thrown into the alchemy cauldron.

The magic vine turned into its body, directly wrapped the alchemy cauldron, and even sucked the original source. He used his own origin to refine the elixir as a medicine guide.

Mu Ming frowned, but he didn't stop it. He cut his fingers and kept dripping blood. Mu Ming said to the blue bird: "You need the blood of the monsters, the higher the level, the better!"

Not long after, a monster guarding the east came, and only had the divine realm of distraction, but was tied up and strong, and was a black snake, probably a prisoner.

This monster was sealed and could not speak or move. Mu Ming felt a little reluctant. However, the magic vine's arm squirmed and turned into a sharper long thorn, piercing into the monster's body.
To be continued...