It is easier for practitioners to sacrifice magic weapons at the beginning, but it will become more and more difficult later on. The complete method of sacrifice and refining a magic weapon is really not worthy of the truth.

However, when the magic weapon sacrifice is successful, the rewards brought are worthy of the effort spent.

Although Mo He was already close to the middle stage of the Yin God Realm, it would probably take some time to truly reach this level according to his normal cultivation speed. However, the feedback brought by the promotion of the Mo Yu bamboo stick to magic weapon made Mo He directly cross this period and reach the middle stage of the Yin God Realm. At the same time, his understanding of the way of life has also reached a higher level.

After returning to the third level, Mo He began to consolidate his cultivation and became familiar with the changes in the Mo Yuzhu Staff that was promoted to become a magic weapon.

Because the black jade bamboo stick was promoted to a magic weapon, the treasure forbidden ban seemed to have promoted the formation of the innate immortal spiritual light in Mohe's sea of ​​consciousness, the second innate divine forbidden, and the number of runes that were constantly flowing became significantly greater, and there was a vague outline of the forbidden outline. It would probably not take too long for the distance to be truly formed.

Mo He was consolidating his own cultivation. The soldiers of Yuhe Mansion came to Xue Lie Pass. The short adaptation time was soon over and he began to undertake some tasks. As a nominal leader, Tian Feng also asked Mo He for some things every day.

On the fifth day of coming to Xueli Pass, Mo He and the soldiers of Yuhe Mansion finally needed to change places. They were going to the second level and ready to go to the battlefield at any time.

"Master, I heard that there are only less than 30,000 soldiers in Liangping Prefecture, Huangzhou. How many soldiers in 50,000 of them will be able to go back with us after they go to the battlefield?" Tian Feng whispered beside Mo He on the way from the third level to the second level.

When Mo He heard this, he turned his head to look at the other person's expression, but did not see a trace of fear on Tian Feng's face. Instead, he felt a sense of fighting. It seemed that he said this, not because he was worried, but just chatting with nothing.

"The general knows the situation on the battlefield better than me. If he really goes to the battlefield, the key to whether these 50,000 soldiers can survive is actually yours." Mo He didn't see anything from the other party's expression, but he still said so.

As a cultivator, this kind of charge on the battlefield is really not what he is good at. Even if he has a battle card, Mo He will not step into the front battlefield unless he has no choice but to enter the front battlefield. The power that a cultivator in the Yin God realm can exert in such a battlefield is really too small.

"What the Taoist priest said is, in fact, I am not worried that these soldiers will not come back on the battlefield and dare to come to Xue Lie Pass. Naturally, they have been prepared to die in battle. However, there has been no imperial decree since then, and after arriving in the underworld, the soldiers will still suffer!" Tian Feng's expression on his face became lowered when he heard Mo He's words.

"Just like the soldiers from Liangping Prefecture of Huangzhou, when they came, they were 100,000, but now they are less than 30,000. How should the dynasty place the heroic souls of the 70,000 soldiers who died? "

Mo He was speechless. He remembered what the captain of the 100-person team said a few days ago. Once the number of soldiers killed in battle in Xue Lieguan increases and the heroic souls of the dead soldiers cannot be resettled, it will inevitably lead to a decrease in morale and affect the combat effectiveness of the human soldiers. Now, this situation seems to have occurred.

While we were talking, we were already very close to the second level, and the sound of fighting ahead was still fierce.

Mo He and others stepped into the second level again. This time they came here, not as spectators, but as troops preparing to participate in the war, so they would naturally camp in the level.

Fortunately, the army on Yuhe Mansion seemed to be lucky. Shortly after entering the level to camp, the continuous battle sounds in his ears suddenly stopped.

Soon, the soldiers looking up on the floating wall passed the news, and the demon army that was attacking fiercely stopped for the time being, as if they were brewing a more rapid offensive.

"These beasts of the demon race have finally stopped temporarily!" At the front line of the human race's blood lien pass, watching the demon race army retreat and some soldiers who had been fighting for a long time were finally able to take a breath.

Although they also understood very well that the temporarily stopped the demon clan's offensive was only brewing the next wave of fiercer attacks, this brief stop was also their rare opportunity to breathe.

On the wall of the first level of Xue Lie Pass, Xia Yuan, wearing black armor, looked at the camp of the demon clan opposite, and there was no movement on his face. The emotions in his eyes were like a pool of deep water, and there was no fluctuation.

"Your Highness, the demon clan seems to have begun to increase troops again. The next wave of offensive is coming in full force, and some soldiers must be added on the front line." Beside Xia Yuan, Wen Siming also looked at the camp of the demon clan opposite and spoke, but at this point, his expression was a little tempted but stopped, as if there was something that was difficult to say.

"Why, is there no soldiers available?" Xia Yuan noticed the expression on Wen Siming's face, turned his head to look at him, and asked in a low voice.

"This is not the case. There are many troops supported by other states. If we maintain the current offensive, we can hold on. However, there are too many soldiers who have died in battle recently, and the soldiers' emotions seem to be a little unstable." After gritting their teeth a little, Wen Siming still said what he wanted to say.

"You have been following me for decades. You can just say anything bluntly." Xia Yuan did not look back this time, and his eyes remained at the demon clan camp opposite him.

"Then I will be brave and speak out." Wen Siming was also straightforward when it came to this point.

"Your Highness, since the war started, the number of soldiers who have died in battle at Xue Lie Pass has not less than one million. In the Hero Soul Pavilion, a large number of heroic souls of soldiers who have died in battle are sent in every day, but these heroic souls do not receive the decree they deserve."

"The soldiers of Liangping Prefecture in Huangzhou have been complaining recently. They were the first to come to support Xueli Pass. There were a total of 100,000 soldiers, but now there are less than 30,000. There are also the Kangshan Prefecture in Manzhou. There are also less than 100,000 soldiers, and there are only less than 40,000 soldiers left. The morale is already very low."

"Now the soldiers of these two prefectures are in the second level. Although they are still willing to fight to protect the human territory, they are inevitably in a state of mind and will affect the soldiers of other prefectures."

Having said that, Wen Siming's meaning is already very obvious, which is that there are too many soldiers who have died in battle during this period, fighting for the human race, but not receiving the due imperial edict, and people's hearts have begun to fluctuate.

When Xia Yuan listened to Wen Siming's words, his expression seemed to have not changed at all, but his hand on the city wall tightened slightly, showing the uneasiness in his heart.

He knew that all this was caused by his father Xia Qi. He chose not to agree to Xia Qi's request because he didn't want to see what happened today.

But now that things have come to this point, even if he doesn't want to see it, everything has happened after all. All he can do is to make up for it. After all, that is his father.

"What's the situation in Haizhou?" Xia Yuan continued to ask.

"The Eighth Princess heard a day ago that the Water Vein Dragon Clan seemed to want to capture Haizhou in one fell swoop. The offensive was very fierce. The Eighth Princess was preparing to shrink her strength and use Haizhou Zhonghai Prefecture as the boundary to resist the Water Vein Dragon Clan's offensive in Zhonghai Prefecture. With the help of Lingxu Immortal Sect, there should be no problem. However, the soldiers in Haizhou also suffered a lot of casualties." Wen Siming immediately reported.

"Then, what about the above?" Hearing this, Xia Yuan finally asked the question he wanted to know the most.

"No soul-shen immortal has returned yet, so I don't know!" Wen Siming also told the answer to the question that Xia Yuan wanted to know the most.

Of course, the front line of the human race is indispensable for power above the realm of the true immortal of the Yuanshen. However, masters of this level will not fight on the battlefield at the Xueli Pass. They will generally choose other places, such as above the sky above their heads, where they can be more relaxed.

When Xia Yuan heard Wen Siming's answer, he looked at the sky, then nodded slightly, and did not continue to ask anything else.

"Your Highness, since you came to the battlefield, you have not rested for many days. The demon clan is still gathering strength. Why not, go and take a break for a while. If the demon clan launches an attack again, I will notify you immediately." Looking at Xia Yuan who stopped asking anything, Wen Siming thought for a while and spoke again.

"No need. As the commander, I have to stand here so that the soldiers below will feel at ease. The demon clan will not gather strength for too long. You can arrange it and dispatch another 100,000 soldiers to prepare for this attack in the demon clan." Xia Yuan shook his head, and then ordered Wen Siming.

"Yes!" Hearing this, Wen Siming did not continue to persuade him. After following Xia Yuan for so long, he knew Xia Yuan's temper clearly. He could not persuade him again and the same result was the second time.

After Wen Siming left, Xia Yuan or the opposite demon clan camp became more intense, and a cold light flashed through his eyes.

But then, his eyes looked at the soldiers on the battlefield who took advantage of this opportunity to clean up the corpses of soldiers on the battlefield. The cold light in his eyes faded away, and replaced by a complex look.

After years of fighting, Xia Yuan could still clearly remember that the last time he felt guilty towards his soldiers was when he was leading the army to fight, and he was careless and careless, which led to his siege of the enemy, and his soldiers were killed and injured.

Since that time, Xia Yuan has quickly transformed into growing, and has rarely lost results in the subsequent battles, and has never felt this kind of guilt again.

But this time, Xia Yuan looked at the corpses on the battlefield and felt this long-lost guilt in his heart again, and what made him feel even more guilty was that he could not make up for it now.

Thinking of this and thinking of what Wen Siming said just now, a resolute look flashed in Xia Yuan's eyes.
Chapter completed!