Boom!
Boom!
Within the four earthen walls, Xiao Zui was still attacking.
It was supposed to be a hearty battle, but in the end, they were beaten up like sandbags. In the end, they were bounced around the walls until they lost all signs of life.
Before entering the Planar Battlefield, Jun Changxiao had warned his disciples not to be merciful and to kill whenever they had the chance!
Even the kind-hearted Li Qingyang followed his master's orders. After chopping off the arm of a Lingyun Continent warrior, he decisively swung his sword and cut off the opponent's head.
In the Planar Battlefield, being merciful to others was being cruel to oneself.
The one with the best performance was Ye Xingchen. In a short period of time, he had already killed three people. His attacks were very clean.
"Retreat, retreat, retreat!"
A Scarlet Sea Continent martial artist shouted.
This was just a beautiful wish, because Jiang Xie, the Ning brothers, and the others had also rushed over.
Some warriors might not be weaker than the Sect of All Times disciples, but against the higher-ups of the Sect of All Times, they had no way to retaliate. Only death awaited them.
Some ran quickly, but just as they thought they were out of danger, they saw Elder Ge rushing over. With a wave of his thick hand, he directly smashed the target to the ground.
He had the Azure Sun Set and the steel wings.
Brother.
It was better to give up on healing.
Boom!
Boom!
The killing continued. Blood splattered everywhere!
In a short period of time, more than 20 warriors who had come to the Falling Star Continent to take a look turned into corpses scattered across the crimson ground.
Of course.
Some took the opportunity to run far away.
Whoosh whoosh —
A Red Sea Continent warrior who had just flown out turned back in horror. His entire body was instantly swallowed by a ball of flames.
"You, can you run?"
Little Longlong's child-like head emerged from the flames, like a devil that had walked out of hell!
"No …"
That warrior cried out in despair.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh — The flames exploded, and he was instantly reduced to ashes.
Little Longlong's eyes were filled with disdain.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
At this moment, on the other side, a sky full of feathers exploded, killing the Lingyun Continent warriors who had fled far away.
"Puchi, puchi!"
Xiao Moxian flapped her wings and floated in the air, looking at the little dragon like a proud princess.
"Tsk."
Little Longlong snorted, "What a troublesome burden."
"Say that again!"
"You're a hindrance! Oil! Bottle! "
…
Nearly forty warriors from the two planes were wiped out in a short period of time. The speed was extremely fast.
As for the stronghold on the Falling Star Continent, it expanded from 30 meters to 70 meters.
"Shua!"
Jun Changxiao walked out.
He stopped in front of the half-dead middle-aged man and asked indifferently, "Who's playing dead now?"
The Crimson Sea Continent's Xuan-titled expert was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. His meridians had been severely damaged by the Seven Profound Sunglow, and he was already heavily injured.
"Shew — — —"
Saber light flashed and a head fell to the ground.
"Congratulations to the participant for killing a Xuan-titled martial artist. The reward is 10 merit points." The female system's voice sounded.
"Only 10 points?" Jun Changxiao shook his head.
The first time he killed a Xuan-titled martial artist, he was given 20 points. Now that he was classified as a Xuan-titled martial artist, he was only given 10 points at the same level.
"That's right."
Jun Changxiao said, "How much do I get for killing a low-level Yellow-titled martial artist?"
"5 points." The female system said.
Jun Changxiao's mouth twitched, "If I'm an Earth-titled martial artist, how much do I get for killing a Yellow-titled martial artist?"
"1 point."
"Sky to kill a Yellow-titled martial artist?"
"0 points."
"…"
Jun Changxiao put away the Green Dragon Crescent Blade and rubbed his chin, "It seems that I have to calculate how to maximize the merit points I get."
If he killed a low-level martial artist himself, he would get 5 points. If he encountered a Yellow-titled martial artist, he would get 10 points.
"Clean up the battlefield."
"Yes!"
The disciples began to move.
Before long, everyone took back the spatial rings of dozens of people.
After Jun Changxiao checked them one by one, he broke down and said, "Why isn't there anything good!"
The system said, "In this kind of battlefield where you can die in the next second, who would be so showy as to bring all kinds of resources and wait for others to pick up their belongings?"
Jun Changxiao shook his head and said, "I thought too much."
As he spoke, he walked back and forth in the stronghold. Small flags were placed all around the stronghold.
In this year, his realm had been stuck, but he had not been idle to grow flowers and plants. He had taken a high-grade formation aptitude liquid early and occasionally went to study formations with Zhen Dejun.
With the help of the imaginative Shangguan Xinyao, the three of them had successfully developed a new type of lightning formation. It was very powerful!
After killing so many people from the Crimson Blood Continent and the Lingyun Continent, the other side would definitely send out more powerful martial artists. Therefore, it would be very satisfying to set up a lightning formation outside the stronghold in advance and blow them into a mess.
Although Jun Changxiao came here to fight, he must have thought carefully about how to make himself invincible.
Once bitten, twice shy.
The dangerous situation where he was chased to the point where he had nowhere to run was not allowed to happen again!
…
"That was so satisfying!"
"The martial artists here are more resilient than those from the Falling Star Continent!"
"I had to throw a few dozen punches to get rid of that guy. If it was a normal Wu Huang, he would have died long ago."
While Jun Changxiao was setting up the formation, the disciples gathered together to discuss the battle just now. Their faces were filled with excitement.
Although the battle had not lasted more than ten minutes, the strength of the enemy made them realize that this plane battlefield was very exciting and very suitable for training!
Unfortunately.
It could only exist for two hours.
The Purple King stood to the side with his hands behind his back. A trace of disdain appeared on his face.
He and the King of Hundred Hills did not attack. First, it was Jun Changxiao's orders. He wanted to give the disciples a chance to fight. Second, the opponent was too weak.
To put it bluntly.
These two Beast Tribe martial artists were comparable to Saint-level martial artists. They would only show their value after an Earth-level martial artist appeared.
Moreover, after learning that high-leveled martial artists killing low-leveled martial artists gave less merit points, Jun Changxiao would let them fight less unless it was necessary. He would let the disciples deal with them to maximize the merit points.
Ding Xingwang, the Purple King, the King of Hundred Hills.
Gongsun Haohai, Little Dragon, Xiao Moxian.
The six of them were the strongest representatives of the Sect of All Times. In terms of strength, they corresponded to the Earth-level and Harrow-level martial artists.
Of course, Jun Patriarch, who had broken through to the Half-Saint level, was also quite strong.
However, under these circumstances, he definitely would not try to find someone to fight one-on-one. If he had the chance, he would lead the disciples to fight as a group. First, he would expand the base.
"Patriarch."
Li Qingyang stood in the base. He looked around at the empty space and said, "Do we need to build the base?"
This guy's occupational disease was acting up again!
Jun Changxiao said, "We should."
Li Qingyang's eyes lit up. He said, "Disciple should build a large hall first?"
Although the base had expanded to around a hundred meters after killing a few dozen martial artists, there was definitely not enough space to build a large hall inside.
"Go ahead."
Jun Changxiao thought for a while and said, "We should at least have a place to stay."
The base on the Falling Star Continent was empty. They definitely needed to build a place to shelter themselves from the elements.
"Yes!"
With the Patriarch's agreement, Li Qingyang first set up a table. He then took out a large stack of sketches and started to choose based on the size of the base.
When he had nothing to do, he would study the sketches of buildings. Now, they were finally put to good use.
"Patriarch, what do you think of these sketches?"
"You decide."
"Yes!"
After Li Qingyang decided on a sketch, he took out a large number of construction materials from his Space Ring. He called for Xiao Ziji, Li Fei, and the others to get busy.
"…" Jun Changxiao's eyes widened.
This guy actually had stones, bricks, and other construction materials in his Space Ring. It looked like he had already thought about it before he entered.
Of course!
Li Qingyang had already come up with a plan after asking about the details of the Planar Battlefield.
If not for the fact that the area was limited and he could barely build a large hall, he was confident that he could build a large group of buildings in a short time.
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