The masked man just now saw the few people from Mu Sha's side dispersing, and five or six of them were hit by arrows in an instant.
Three of them only lasted less than a breath, and before they could get close to him, they consumed a lot of mana to resist each attack from the "Zhu Xian Crossbow".
In an instant, his magic power was exhausted and he was shot into a hedgehog almost instantly. It was obvious that he would not survive.
The remaining two people who were closer to Mu Sha fell not far from Mu Sha's side, so the rain of arrows falling on them were annihilated by the sudden rise of the large red light, so they were not shot to death by the subsequent attacks.
Mu Sha no longer cared about his injuries at this moment. He took this opportunity to gather the demonic energy throughout his body and shook off the crossbow arrow that was nailed into his flesh.
At the same time, he took out a packet of medicine powder and quickly poured it into the bloody holes on his shoulders and legs.
Fortunately, his protective spiritual shield dissipated most of the power of the two "Zhu Xian Crossbows" before it collapsed, so the crossbow arrows did not pierce through him. Otherwise, two big holes would have appeared on his body.
Mu Sha's forward movement did not stop because of this. He continued to move forward, pushing the animal bone with one hand.
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and finally took out the life-saving item given by his mother.
"Your cultivation is still too low!"
This animal bone can defend against the attacks of pseudo-infant-level monks, but it is a consumable magic weapon and will shatter into ashes once its power is exhausted.
Therefore, Mu Sha was usually reluctant to take it out. One reason was to keep it to save his life, and the other was that he just wanted to rely on himself to move on.
But his cultivation was still not enough. In a cruel place like the Lost Continent, there were many deadly attacks that were beyond his cultivation level. At this time, he could only use his strength to save his life.
An hour and a half later, at the foot of a cliff, the masked man looked at the only seven people left around him.
Even though he already knew the outcome, when his eyes swept over these people, he was still extremely angry, with murderous intent surging in his body.
This time, a piece of information came from the "Seeking Opportunity Camp" that they had found an important location where the White Demon Clan stored magic weapons and elixirs.
So he, the captain of a thousand men, led twenty elite members of the "Demon Blade Battalion" to launch a surprise attack.
They could either bring back these treasures or destroy them all.
Unexpectedly, as soon as they appeared, three Jindan masters suddenly appeared, and hundreds of soldiers surrounded them.
This was undoubtedly falling into the opponent's trap. Fortunately, all those who came this time were masters from the "Demon Blade Camp", the elite among the elite of the Black Demon Clan.
Not only can they fight ten at a time, they are also good at cooperating with each other, which can double the power of the magic they cast.
In addition, the "Demon Blade Battalion" is equipped with various talismans and magic weapons that are unmatched by other military camps. Its attacks are sharp and powerful.
For a moment, the enemy's encirclement formation that had just been formed was so chaotic that they were unable to focus on both ends.
The masked leader was very familiar with sneak attacks, so he sensed something was wrong before he actually entered the enemy's encirclement.
It was for this reason that they reacted extremely quickly. As soon as the other party showed up, all their magic weapons and talismans exploded and attacked without any cost. Only then did they escape after killing eight people.
Even the monks in the White Demon Clan’s army had not expected this. They had also received news that someone was planning a sneak attack, but they had never expected that the people coming were from the Demon Blade Camp.
Otherwise, if they had known, they would have sent out more than three Jindan cultivators, and the masked man and his men would have been doomed to death.
After being rushed out by the masked man and others, the three Jindan in the White Demon Clan’s army turned pale with anger.
If such a thing were to get out, I would be ridiculed to death for having ambushed the enemy and letting him escape.
The war between the Black and White Demons had been going on for too long, and they knew each other very well. Although the White Demons didn't know that the people coming were the tough soldiers from the "Demon Blade Camp", they still had a backup plan.
Under a surprise attack from the "Zhu Xian Crossbow", five more people from the masked man's side died.
Even the last masked man's shield was finally cracked under such dense "Zhu Xian Crossbow" attacks.
Although several of his men behind him were protected in time by his magic, he also attacked the opponents at the same time in order to prevent them from launching the next round, which caused his magic power to be dispersed.
Not only was everyone injured, but two of them were seriously injured and had lost their ability to fight, including the masked man himself, who had a deep blood groove under his right ribs.
"Damn it! This time I'm going to cause trouble for the Opportunity Seeking Camp for spreading such false news!"
The masked man cursed in a low voice with hatred, his eyes flashing with ferocity. Although they were not completely wiped out this time, those who came out were all elite soldiers at the level of a hundred men.
The death of one person is a huge loss for the "Devil Blade Camp", and the death of so many people at once has already hurt the vitality of the "Devil Blade Camp".
The masked man probed his spiritual sense to the rear, and after a moment, he spoke to several of his men who had applied the medicine.
"I'll cover the rear, Mu Sha, you'll be the scout and explore the way, Xiahou Wei, you lead the rest of the people to keep a distance from Mu Sha and charge forward!"
After saying that, the masked man immediately flew to the rear. He had to set up some forbidden traps to let these people know that they were not desperate enemies.
Besides, if he didn't kill some more people from the White Demon Clan, he would find it hard to get rid of his anger.
As soon as the masked man disappeared, Xiahou Wei smiled and glanced at Mu Sha who was putting the arrow in his hand into the storage bag.
"You are planning to keep it as a souvenir, we have to follow your orders quickly, after all you are the 'Undead Demon Vine'!
The injuries on our bodies are also serious. It will take about half an hour to recover to 60% to 70% of our combat power. During this time, I will rely on you, brother."
Xiahou Wei was very polite to Mu Sha. Everyone here knew Mu Sha's background.
Mu Gu Yue was cold-blooded and ruthless. It was said that he even beat and scolded the legendary son, and was extremely cruel when he taught him a lesson, let alone people like them. When he said this, the others stood up with their teeth bared, and after watching Mu Sha fly into the forest in front without saying a word, they couldn't help but shook their heads.
Who can blame him for having a good mother? Although Mu Gu Yue is cold-blooded, the martial arts she taught Mu Sha are really enviable, and they really want to have it.
Especially that abnormal and outrageous physical recovery ability. Ordinary injuries have no effect on Mu Sha at all, and he can heal himself without the need for elixirs.
Mu Sha was walking through the woods. Today's matter was urgent, so he had to apply medicine powder externally and take pills internally so that his injuries could recover faster.
As a result, at this moment he could feel that the muscles around his wound were constantly closing.
"Mother, I know this must be related to that person. I will find that person, for sure!"
… …
Sun Guoshu was flying alone in the endless Hundred Thousand Mountains, his spiritual sense scanning the surroundings vigilantly.
This time he has been out for four months. Thinking about the harvest in the storage bag, Sun Guoshu is still in a good mood.
"Once I complete the mission and sell these herbs, I should be able to collect enough contribution points to buy the 'Dustless Pill'. Then I can retreat and strive for the Golden Pill."
Sun Guoshu has remained in the foundation-building stage for too long, and the end of his life is not far away.
If the attack fails this time, Sun Guoshu will have no more time, nor spiritual stones and pills for a second breakthrough. He can only wait for the deadline.
After experiencing the demon invasion, he deeply realized the misery of low-level cultivators.
If he had not happened to meet Li Yan and Bai Rou, he would have been like the vast majority of casual cultivators, becoming a pawn that could be abandoned at will in that war.
With an 80 to 90 percent chance, he would not have survived to this day.
Over the past few decades, he no longer had the idea of living a life of idleness in the market. He practiced diligently while constantly taking on various dangerous tasks, all in the hope of obtaining a "Dustless Pill".
Although it is hard work, his days have become more fulfilling than ever before and he keeps moving towards his goal.
When he was a casual cultivator in the past, being able to have enough food and clothing was considered good enough. Even if the "Dustless Pill" could appear in the market, it was something he didn't dare to even think about.
This kind of elixir is so precious that people rush to buy it as soon as it comes out. The price is so high that Sun Guoshu feels like his heart is about to explode.
Now that he has entered the Wuliang Sect, he can still exchange it for it as long as he has enough contribution points and a considerable amount of spirit stones.
The current situation in the Desolate Moon Continent is different from when Li Yan was in the Wuliang Sect.
At that time, there were many disciples in the Wangliang Sect, and the raw materials needed for the "Dustless Pill" were extremely precious, so even if you had enough contribution points, you might not have the chance to exchange for it. This was the case with Li Wuyi at that time.
Since the great war of demon invasion, not only did the monks of the Wuliang Sect suffer heavy casualties, but there was no telling how many sects in the entire Desolate Moon Continent were even wiped out.
After the war, the number of cultivators dropped sharply, and the four major sects had to devote all their efforts to recover and recuperate.
The four major sects even opened up core areas such as the Ten Thousand Mountains and the Beiming Demon Suppression Tower, and at the same time relaxed the conditions for entry.
This allows more cultivators to enter and obtain more cultivation resources.
Their other purpose is to let the cultivators of the Wild Moon Continent experience more life and death, so that their cultivation can advance by leaps and bounds.
In the past, they had only seen in records how powerful the demon cultivators were. The cultivators of the Wild Moon Continent still thought that the other side had not encountered them, otherwise they would kill them one by one.
This battle truly made them understand what it meant to fight ten people at once and kill people across levels.
They often fight against one demon cultivator with several people of the same level, but in the end they may be killed one by one by the opponent, which is simply shameful.
This time, when Sun Guoshu accepted a mission to hunt a second-level "Black Gold One-eyed Fish", he unexpectedly obtained a "Buddha's Hand Pine Gardenia" that was about one hundred and thirty years old.
Although the century-old "Buddha's Hand Pine Gardenia" can only be considered acceptable, Sun Guoshu got a growing plant, not a dead thing, so it can be transplanted.
When it grows to three hundred years old, it will be worth at least tens of thousands of low-level spirit stones.
In this way, the value of this "Buddha's Hand Pine Gardenia" is at least about five thousand spirit stones.
Add to that his own savings and contribution points over the past few decades, as well as the rewards for completing this hunting mission, and it would be enough to buy a "Dustless Pill".
Thinking of this, Sun Guoshu felt even happier. He no longer wanted to stay here and had to rush back to the sect as soon as possible.
This place is more than 30,000 miles away from the Wuliang Sect. It will take him about ten days to return to the sect.
Because Sun Guoshu lived frugally, he was reluctant to buy even a good flying magic weapon, so the flying speed was not very fast.
The martial arts that Bai Rou practiced were the ones that had performed well in the war. After entering the sect, Bai Rou asked Elder Chi Gong for a discount in exchange for them.
All the spoils obtained in the war were exchanged for spirit stones and stored away.
Although Sun Guoshu was thinking about things in his mind, his spiritual awareness was always open. The Shiwanda Mountains were not peaceful. As a frequent visitor here, Sun Guoshu always remained vigilant.
He quickly flew over the treetops below at a low altitude.
Suddenly, Sun Guoshu's face changed while he was flying, and he quickly fell into the forest below.
Just as he fell into the mountain, spots of light flashed rapidly in the air, and several rays of light appeared in the sky. Three rays of light were flying towards him one after another, dragging out long streaks of light.