On the brown planet, the shouts of killing gradually stopped.

On the devastated ground, corpses were scattered everywhere, including those of world monsters and human monks.

It's not that Chen Daoxuan has never participated in battles with world monsters, but this is the first time for him to fight such a tragic one.

He stood silently on the ground paved with corpses, silent.

Next to him, Mo Heng, who was covered in blood, walked up to him, cupped his hands and said: "Captain, the battlefield outside the territory is like this, what we encountered today was just a small scene.

If during his military service, the battles a monk encounters are always small scenes like this, then he is very lucky."

Speaking of this, Mo Heng spoke in a complicated tone: "Sometimes we are unlucky. Let alone so few people die, it is not impossible that the entire army is annihilated."

Hear the words.

Chen Daoxuan turned to look at him and said, "Mo Heng, where are you from? How long have you been in Yaoguang City?"

Hearing this, Mo Heng was slightly startled.

"Captain, my subordinate is a monk born and raised in the Abyss of Two Realms. I have been serving in Yaoguang City for more than two hundred years."

"Two hundred years..."

Chen Daoxuan nodded, "Then you are still staying here?"

"hey-hey,"

Mo Heng smiled sheepishly, "It's okay to do some military exploits in Yaoguang City. They say that the two realms are rich in resources, but that's compared to the casual cultivators of Feng Yun realm.

Compared with those disciples of big forces, we monks who have no power behind us can only fight for a future on the battlefield."

While the two were talking.

There are many escaping lights from the sky flying towards this side.

Seeing these escaping lights, the monk who didn't know why suddenly became nervous.

Mo Heng was quite at ease. Obviously, he knew where these people were coming from.

"Who are they?"

Chen Daoxuan pointed at the flying light flying this way and asked.

Mo Heng curled his lips and explained: "These are a group of vultures that eat carrion. They can be seen on battlefields outside the territory every time human monks and world monsters fight."

"Um?"

Seeing the confusion on Chen Daoxuan's face, Mo Heng continued: "If we eliminate the demon tide, a large number of corpses of world demons will be left behind after the war. This group of people came here just for these corpses."

"Corpse?"

Chen Daoxuan was slightly stunned. In his impression, the body of the world demon was not very valuable.

But worthlessness is only relative. With Chen Daoxuan's wealth, he naturally looks down on the corpse of a mere realm monster.

In the eyes of ordinary monks, the corpses of world monsters still have quite good value, especially the corpses of high-level monsters, which can be used for both elixir refining and weapon refining.

Sudden.

Chen Daoxuan's heart suddenly moved.

Yes! Corpse!

He doesn't have any use for these corpses, but his insect soldiers can!

Thinking that the hundred insect soldiers he had just released had only devoured hundreds of world monsters, there were quite a few insect soldiers that were about to break through to the two-star insect soldiers.

What would happen if all these hundreds of thousands of world monster corpses were devoured by insect soldiers?

Will all the five thousand one-star insect soldiers under him transform into two-star insect soldiers?

Thinking of this, Chen Daoxuan's heart suddenly jumped!

While the two were talking.

Wei Zhongwu squinted his eyes, stood high in the air with his hands behind his hands, and looked at the person coming.

In the battle just now, he single-handedly defeated dozens of world monsters that were equivalent to the strength of a third-level Dao Lord in the World Realm, establishing unparalleled prestige in the newly formed seventh brigade.

"Captain Wei!"

From a distance, the figure flew towards him with a smile on his face.

Wei Zhongwu looked at the fat man in silk brocade in front of him, waved his hand and said, "Hurry up and take people to count."

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Seeing Wei Zhongwu's attitude, the fat man surnamed Zheng did not continue to approach and waved his hand behind him.

Suddenly, thousands of figures flew toward the corpse of the world monster below.

Seeing this, Wei Zhongwu warned: "Tell your men to keep their hands and feet clean, if they dare to touch the remains and relics of my brothers..."

"Captain Wei, how many times have we cooperated together, and you still can't trust me, Zheng Ji, as a person?"

Hearing this, Wei Zhongwu sneered and said nothing.

This group of monks was worthy of being called vultures by Mo Heng. They disposed of the corpses extremely quickly.

In less than an hour, they had disposed of all the corpses of hundreds of thousands of world monsters. Moreover, they only dealt with the corpses of the world monsters. They did not touch the corpses of the human monks.

The bodies of these human monks must be left to the people of the Seventh Brigade to handle them.

Of course, some new vultures will have dirty hands and feet when handling the corpses, and these people often end up in a miserable state.

It’s not that vultures like them can’t be unclean, but they must learn to assess the situation.

If both the human monks and the world monsters were defeated, there would be very few human monks left.

Then they can naturally choose to kill these few human monks, thereby swallowing all the results of the battle without anyone noticing.

But now, the Seventh Battalion has just experienced a big victory. Not only is its strength well preserved, but it is also full of momentum.

Now when they touch each other's brows, even if they are killed by each other, no one will stand up and say no.

An hour later.

The fat man named Zheng Ji flew to Wei Zhongwu again, bowed and said: "Captain Wei, we have counted a total of 397,800 world monster corpses.

Among these corpses, the Jie Yuan Pearl has been taken away by your people. Among them are forty-seven world monsters with the strength of a Dao Lord at the third level of the World Realm, and one hundred and seventy-two world monsters with the strength of a Dao Lord at the first or second level of the World Realm.

Only.

The rest are the corpses of world monsters below the Dao Lord level."

Zheng Ji smiled and said, "Look, should we follow the old price or..."

Wei Zhongwu waved his hand and said: "Just pay the old price."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Zheng Ji's posture became even lower, "According to the old price, the corpse of a world monster with the strength of a Taoist at the third level of the World Realm is worth a thousand drops of the power of creation. A world monster with the strength of a Taoist at the first or second level of the World Realm is worth one thousand drops."

One hundred drops of the power of creation.

Realm monsters below the Dao Lord level have different levels of strength, brother, I’ll just take an integer and count it as ten drops of the power of creation."

After some calculations, Zheng Ji concluded: "A total of 4.04 million and 10 drops of the power of creation. What do you think?"

Wei Zhongwu nodded: "Bring me the money."

"Okay, okay,"

Seeing that Wei Zhongwu had no objection, the smile on Zheng Ji's face became even brighter. He quickly took out a storage ring and handed it over: "Captain Wei, this is the payment for the goods."

After saying that, he quietly handed over another storage ring and said through the voice: "This is my way of honoring you, brother."

Seeing this storage ring, the expression on Wei Zhongwu's face became a little better.

He silently took the storage ring, smiled and patted the other person's shoulder: "Sensible!"

"It's all up to Captain Wei to take care of you!"

Zheng Ji lowered his head and smiled.

Soon, Zheng Ji, who had packed up the corpse of the world monster, bid farewell to Wei Zhongwu.

Before leaving, Zheng Ji glanced at Chen Daoxuan, and then turned into streaks of escaping light and flew away from this dead planet.

Watch Zheng Ji and others leave.

Wei Zhongwu waved his hand and ordered: "Pack up the bones of our dead brothers and let's go back to camp!"

After hearing this, everyone came back from their excitement.

Indeed, although the 7th Brigade won a complete victory in this battle, thousands of people were still buried in this dead planet, and they will never be able to return.

But this is just a glimpse of the brutal scenes on foreign battlefields.

According to Mo Heng, such a great victory cannot be seen every time.

More often than not, it is a bloody stalemate between human monks and world monsters.

This kind of bloody battle where the two sides are in a stalemate is called cruel, it is simply a meat grinding ground.
To be continued...