Hu Miao went to the kitchen, sprinkled some medicinal powder on the firewood, and then lit it. Soon, the house was filled with smoke.

Compared with other farmers, the processed smoke not only floats higher and farther, but if you look carefully, you will find that the color is also slightly different. He is obviously sending a signal to his companions.

Late at night the next day, a dark shadow rushed into the hospital and appeared in the small hall in the blink of an eye. Xu Miao, who was meditating silently, opened her eyes and said happily: "Wanda, you are here."

"Well, Lao Hu, do you have another business coming?" This demon cultivator is thin, has dark skin, and is in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

"Yes, send a combined powerful man to Lihuomen to meet Weiran."

"How dare he go through this situation?" Wanda was startled.

"Don't worry, he is a demon cultivator." Hu Miao explained with a smile.

"Oh, that's pretty much it." Wanda's hanging heart was finally relieved.

"What's the price?"

"There are a total of 1,200 top-quality spiritual stones. According to the old rules, whoever takes the order will get 60%. Is that okay?"

"Can."

"Okay, I'll take you to see him."

The two knocked on the door of Jin Ziming's room, and when they pushed the door open, they found that the person inside had regained his aura of demonic cultivation and no longer "pretended" to be a righteous monk.

After the introduction, Wanda said: "Senior Jin, how about we set off overnight? After passing through a few hills, we will enter the territory of the devil."

"good."

"Senior, I won't accompany you there. I will return tomorrow morning." Hu Miao said respectfully.

"Okay, how to pay?" The mangy man understood what he meant and asked proactively.

"You have already paid a deposit of two hundred top-quality spiritual stones. Give me another five hundred and twenty, and the remaining four hundred and eighty will be given to Wanda."

With this face-to-face delivery, Hu Miao reassured his partner that he had not lied about the price and enriched himself.

Jin Ziming paid the final payment to Hu Miao and took out 80 spiritual stones as a deposit for Wanda.

He was worried that during the naval battle, the demon cultivator would remember his appearance, so he simply disguised himself as a local and followed Wanda across the mountains and forests to the demon sect area.

After flying for four days, we arrived at a medium-sized city. With the help of the teleportation formation, we arrived at Shiloh City in Oak Island with only one transfer.

After leaving the magic circle, Wanda took out Wei Ran's sound transmission jade talisman and tried to contact him, but there was no response.

"You leave her a message and say that a friend named Jin Ziming came to see her." The mangy man ordered.

They walked into a teahouse and waited for several hours, but there was still no news. Both of them were a little anxious.

"Senior Jin, please drink tea here. I will go directly to Lihuomen to find some acquaintances for information."

It was not until Xu Shi that Wanda hurried back. Seeing his sad face, Jin Ziming had a bad feeling and asked quickly: "What's the matter?"

"Alas, Wei Ran has been transferred to the front line."

The mangy man frowned slightly and continued to ask: "Have you found out where she is stationed?"

"Asked, in the Basser war zone."

"How can I find her when I get to Basse?"

"The only way is to go to Lihuomen's station and try to contact her using the sound transmission jade talisman. If that doesn't work, we have to think of another way."

"Do you know anyone there?"

"Senior Jin, I'm really sorry. I have two friends at Lihuomen. One is at the headquarters, and the other, although he went to the front line, is in another war zone."

"Okay, you give me Weiran's jade talisman of sound transmission, and then tell me the route to Bather and the precautions. I will settle the remaining spiritual stones with you, and I will go find her on my own."

"Thank you, Senior Jin. You must be careful on the front lines and don't be mistaken for a spy."

Jin Ziming nodded slightly. After Wanda finished explaining, he walked back to the teleportation array alone. After a transfer, he came to a city called Pedda.

From here, go southwest and fly about two thousand miles to reach the Baser battlefield.

While he was flying, he was thinking about ways to sneak into the frontline troops. The management of the war zone was very strict, and there were many high-level fusions and true kings, so they must not act rashly.

When he was still eight hundred miles away from Baser, he no longer dared to fly blatantly. He dug into a piece of gravel, stuck to a small bird, and controlled it to move forward.

The bird flew more than five hundred miles away, and he was waiting for a perfect opportunity. A team came for reinforcements, mainly Jindan and Yuanying, from Fengxiao Valley, a first-level sect under Lihuo Sect, and their subordinates.

The second level sect Black Stone Abyss.

The mangy man observed carefully and selected a taciturn Yuanying Zhenren. He came from Blackstone Abyss and only had the fourth level of early Yuanshen.

The gravel fell from the bird, floated into the man's hair, and followed him into the front line. Through the conversation between these middle and low-level monks, he roughly understood the situation.

There are a total of eight battle teams stationed in the Baser War Zone. As long as you have an identity token and do not leave your team's jurisdiction, no one will care about you. This is where the seventh team is located.

The Yuanying monk had a small independent tent. This person stepped into his tent and began to meditate with his eyes closed. With Jin Ziming's Yuan Shen level being two realms higher, he was easily sent to sleep.

The rude man sucked him into the gravel, took off the identity token on his chest, and immediately jumped out of the small space, imitating his appearance and breath, and sat on the futon.

He took out the sound transmission jade charm that Wanda gave him and tried to contact Wei Ran. Maybe it was too far away and he still couldn't get through, so he had to leave a message for the other party.

Not wanting to wait, he simply walked out of the camp, away from acquaintances who might reveal his secret, and wandered around the area under the jurisdiction of the Seventh Team.

He listened attentively to other people's conversations, and occasionally asked directly, and finally understood that the people from the Lihuomen were in the Baser war zone, and were divided into the first and second teams, and their stations were thousands of miles away.

"How about using gravel to float over? Although it is dangerous, as long as you are not too unlucky and encounter the True Lord of the Great Perfection in the Mahayana realm, or a magic weapon with extremely strong detection capabilities, you will probably not be discovered."

While he was hesitating, a soul thread suddenly brought back a piece of chat content: "Lihuomen and Aoyafeng are mobilizing troops to prepare for a decisive battle with Xize Zong in three days."

The man's mind suddenly changed, "Now even if we risk traveling through the thousands of miles under the jurisdiction of several battle teams to go to the first and second battle teams, it will still be difficult to find and see Wei Ran.

It is very possible that she has already gone to the battlefield before finding anyone. It would be easier to follow this team, find the person when the battle starts, and take advantage of the chaos to cross the team."

He immediately returned to the camp, closed the door to thank guests, and practiced alone. Early the next morning, the seventh team assembled and set off for the battlefield.

The atmosphere in the team was solemn and everyone was silent, which reduced his risk of exposure.

The team flew for most of the day and set up camp in a new place. Jin Ziming ducked into a small tent and practiced behind closed doors. The other monks did the same, and they didn't stand out.

Everyone took a day off. On the third day, the eight major armies of the Baser War Zone, all dressed in black, gathered on a prairie.

The weather was gloomy, with dark clouds all over the dark sky. Several vultures were circling in the low altitude and chirping excitedly. They had a premonition that they were about to enjoy delicious blood food.

In the cold wind, the battle flags roared, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing. The demon cultivators were either gearing up, feeling uneasy, dejected, or expressionless...

Six miles away, there was Zhengdao's white-clothed army, which was also divided into multiple formations.

Jin Ziming roughly estimated that each side dispatched more than 20,000 people, and the leaders were all peak true kings, who were only one step away from being a half-immortal or half-god.

The battle has not yet started, but there are high-level true kings guarding everywhere. The reckless man does not dare to release his spiritual consciousness wantonly to find Wei Ran, so he can only stand in the team and wait for the attack.

The leaders of both sides didn't talk nonsense. They pointed their swords in their hands and the army began to move forward.

The Demon Sect divided the troops into three groups. There were only two teams on the right. They had the fewest people, but they were elite warriors from Aoyafeng and the subordinate first-level sects.

There are three teams in the center and on the left, consisting of the Lihuo Sect and its first and second-level sects. This Demon Sect divides the direct team into three, with two guarding the center and one serving as the backbone of the left defense.

In today's layout, the attack on the right wing is the most critical, shouldering the important mission of carving out the correct battle formation. In the clarion call of the charge, the center is still advancing slowly, and the two wings have already started a bloody fight.

Most of Jin Ziming's seventh team were left in the center, and he was placed near the left wing. As soon as the battle started, he impatiently released his soul to search for Wei Ran.

The army in the middle was in complete formation and was still marching slowly. Of course, he did not dare to scan it. He could only probe it into the left wing where the battle was already underway and search nervously.

A few dozen breaths later, before the battle started in the middle, he was lucky enough to find Wei Ran, who was fighting fiercely, and the opponent was far to the left.

Although the other party has been promoted to the pinnacle level of the fourth level of Dzogchen, Mang Han is still worried. He doesn't know if she can leave here alive.

In the eager anticipation, the Chinese troops from both sides finally came into contact with each other. With the experience of showing off at sea not long ago, he was familiar with the road and rushed towards the right path in white clothes "bravely".

In the blink of an eye, Jin Ziming entangled the two early Nascent Souls, but was "forced" by the other party to retreat to the left.

After crossing the middle area and joining the chaotic fierce battle on the left, he jumped into the sea, wounded an opponent, and "escaped" into his own team.

The reckless man roamed flexibly in the battlefield, sometimes severely injuring his opponent, and sometimes being "injured" and dodging to the left.

Because the distance is too far, it must span a large number of small and medium-sized battle groups, but it must not be too sharp to attract the attention of the masters on both sides.

The "performance" was really hard, and he was anxious in his heart. His advance was too slow, and Zhengdao was investing more and more troops on the left side. He didn't know if Wei Ran could hold on until he arrived.

It would definitely not work if things continued like this, and he had to seek change. He decided to change his identity. The "vest" in the early stage of Nascent Soul was no longer suitable for quick movement and rescuing people.

While he continued to move to the left, he kept an eye on the demonic cultivators who were in the early or middle stages of integration and were in a critical situation and were likely to die.

After marching for dozens of arduous miles, he finally rescued a broken body in the middle stage of integration with "sorrow and anger" and put it into the ring. The other party's token was quietly hung on his chest.

He continued to fight and transfer, his appearance and aura slowly changed, and the dead demon cultivator gradually "resurrected" and began to gallop on the battlefield in full force.

He used the Blood Tyrant Sword to break open the space and directly used "Space Jump" to rush to Wei Ran's side.
Chapter completed!