After hearing this answer, Zhou Chongshan on the side also hurriedly asked: "Does that mean we won't encounter enemies at the Golden Core level?"

"No one can be sure about this, I can only say that the chance is very small."

Zhou Mingde shook his head again, unable to give a positive answer.

Zhou Chun asked again at this time: "How are the battle merits calculated? How are the spoils of war distributed? Are there any pensions for the monks who died in battle?"

"Military merit is divided into two calculation methods. One is battlefield merit, which is calculated by people from the three sects on the battlefield. The other is personal merit that occurs in pursuit battles and small-scale battles, and is calculated by capturing enemy corpses, magic weapons, etc.

You can verify it with evidence such as utensils and your own testimony, and you can combine the two military exploits to receive rewards after the war!"

"The same goes for the distribution of spoils. The spoils on the battlefield will be distributed according to the contribution of those who contributed, and the spoils outside the battlefield will be distributed according to the contribution of individuals and teams!"

"However, it should be noted that these trophies only include trophies carried by enemy monks. No one is allowed to plunder the materials in the enemy's stronghold without permission. Violators will be held personally and family responsible!"

"Of course the monks who died in the battle will receive a pension. The three sects will announce the specific pension plan after the war!"

Zhou Mingde looked at Zhou Chun and told the relevant information in great detail.

The three sects have been preparing for this war for many years, and have naturally considered the relevant matters in detail.

After asking about various situations in this way, Zhou Chun and others patiently waited inside the Qingmang stronghold for the order to set off.

After waiting like this for a day and a half, the order to set off was finally given.

On that day, following an order from Taoist Mingjing of Qinglian Temple, twenty-seven monks of the Purple Mansion Stage, one hundred and seventy-six monks of the Foundation Establishment Stage, and 732 monks of the Qi Refining Stage, including himself,

, set off together to fight and rush towards the wilderness.

I saw in the sky, monks in the Purple Mansion Stage and Foundation Establishment Stage monks walking in the sky.

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As for the monks in the Qi Refining Stage on the ground, two or three people rode together, galloping all the way behind them.

But after all, those who ran on the ground were not as fast as those who flew in the sky. It didn't take long for these Qi Refining Stage monks to be left behind, and they could only continue towards their destination led by a few early-stage Foundation Establishment monks in the team.

Compared to other monks, the Zhou family is undoubtedly much more relaxed.

Zhou Mingde released the Vulcan Jackal, and Zhou Chun and the other five people sat on the Vulcan Jackal's back with him, eliminating the need to expend their own mana to fly.

And some other monks with second-level flying mounts in the team almost did the same thing.

The war is about to begin. Every extra mana you can save is a point. Maybe at some point, this mana will determine the outcome!

After flying for six to seven hundred miles in this way, they finally arrived outside the first Hualong Cult stronghold.

This stronghold of the Hualong Sect is located on a plain impacted by a river. It is the only mountainous area for hundreds of miles nearby. Some human villages can even be seen on the nearby plains.

"This is the White Fang stronghold. There should usually be three Dragon Transformation Cult protectors and twelve missionary envoys inside. We will remove it first and use it as a resting place for the army, and then continue to move to the next stronghold!"

In mid-air, Taoist Mingjing, who was dressed in blue and had white hair, looked ahead at the stronghold hidden by the fog of the formation, and calmly spoke out the relevant information about the stronghold.

Then he raised his hand and waved, using a green flying sword to slash at the stronghold in front.

"Do it!"

On the back of the Vulcan Jackal, Zhou Mingde shouted low and immediately took out his magic weapon and hit the stronghold ahead.

All of a sudden, all kinds of magic weapons flew down like raindrops, and soon every part of the small White Fang stronghold was taken care of.

Under such a dense and terrifying offensive, the stronghold's protective formation was shattered on the spot, revealing the frightened and desperate faces inside!
Chapter completed!