Sun's Fairy Way

Chapter 812: All in vain (please subscribe, please collect)

Although it was not the first time for all the monks who watched the ginseng spirit disappear, they still had expressions of disbelief.

"All the white ginseng in the ginseng field has disappeared?"

"There is obviously a three-thousand-year-old white ground ginseng here?"

"This ten-thousand-year-old ginseng spirit appears just to divert your and my attention."

The waves of the Thousand Years Ginseng Spirit's successful escape have not yet disappeared. Cries of surprise have been heard from everywhere. Most of the Spirit Ginseng that originally grew in the ginseng fields have disappeared. The few remaining ones are all in the Millennium Medicine. At a young age, it has no obvious use to the monks present.

"Is this a ginseng spirit? He actually knows how to attack the east and attack the west, and his spiritual intelligence is so high?"

Sun Mingsheng looked at a disappearing 2,000-year-old spiritual ginseng with the same pained look on his face. This is the real meat bun that beats the dog and never comes back.

"The reason why this thousand-year-old white ginseng spirit is willing to show up is not because of the monks' endless search. It is mainly because they want to take away all the spiritual ginseng here. It is estimated that after leaving this time, there is a high probability that it will not appear again."

Various thoughts kept popping up in Sun Mingsheng's mind, but he soon confirmed this, and after searching the entire ginseng field and bamboo forest and still not finding any trace of a spiritual ginseng that was over a thousand years old, for this The understanding of Yidian is even more firm and unshakable.

But this is a kind of speculation after all. Under the temptation of the Ten Thousand Years White Ground Ginseng Spirit, I still can't bear to leave. Facing such a ten thousand year old elixir, even if there is only a little hope, I must put in all my efforts, even if In the end, nothing is gained at all.

The strategies adopted by the other golden elixir stage monks present were the same as Sun Mingsheng's. They would rather waste time than leave easily.

"Fellow Taoists, why are you still waiting here? There are high-quality treasures everywhere in this mirage. There are only less than three days left before the mirage is closed in January, so why waste your time and energy here?"

"My Taoist friends are right. There is a lake three thousand miles southeast of here. There is a third-level high-quality blue sky lotus growing in it. It contains twelve lotus seeds that are all mature. If you are interested, you can go and pick them."

"What's so strange about a blue-sky white lotus? I suspected that I found a cave left by a senior monk thousands of miles northeast, but it was protected by two third-order high-grade apes and could not enter. This is a God-given opportunity, everyone. Friends must not miss it”

Similar words kept appearing in the bamboo forest, but no matter how much they bloomed, all the monks present did not make any move.

These monks who persuaded them chose to disclose all the information here. They were not truly selfless, but just wanted to reduce potential competition as much as possible.

Of course, the truth or falsehood of these words is also unknown, and the monks need to make personal judgments. Otherwise, if they leave rashly, they will probably gain nothing.

"Since there are such treasures, why don't fellow Taoists go and pick them yourself? Why bother staying here?"

"Exactly, exactly. I speculate that after this incident, there is a high probability that the Ten Thousand Years White Ground Ginseng Spirit will not continue to appear in the ginseng fields. After all, there is nothing worth taking risks here?"

The monks present have seen so many temptations along the way. A few words and half-truths and half-false introductions are naturally not enough to sway any one of them, including Sun Mingsheng. In fact, even if one or two monks with shallow eyes want to leave at this time, they will naturally make a correct judgment when seeing such a situation.

Therefore, after these monks tried their best to persuade for a long time, none of the monks left, so they each calmed down and waited for the Wannian White Earth Ginseng Spirit to appear again.

Judging from the current news, this is not the first time that the Ten Thousand Years White Ground Ginseng Spirit has appeared. As time goes by, the spread of this treasure becomes wider and wider, and naturally more monks will come to compete for it.

Especially if some sects and families have ninth-level golden elixir cultivators in charge, if this ten thousand-year-old white earth ginseng spirit can be successfully refined, it will be equivalent to an increase of 20% in the success rate of breaking the elixir into an infant.

Some forces that have Nascent Soul stage monks at their command will naturally not let go easily, and the difficulty and intensity of the competition will definitely be proportional to the increase in time.

Once the White Ground Ginseng Spirit really appears, I am afraid there will be a bloody storm around it after leaving the mirage. The reason for this is clear to any monk, but the treasure comes first, especially when it comes to the future. When you are on the path, you will never give up easily even if you know the danger, unless you are an old guy who has completely lost confidence in his future path of practice and is lingering on.

In the main film, in the bamboo forest and ginseng field, dozens of golden elixir stage monks each used the magic of condensing their own aura, completely quiet, and waited wholeheartedly.

The sun rises and the moon sets, day and night alternate, and the three days pass by in a blink of an eye. As expected, the Bai Di Ginseng spirit who is proficient in earth escape skills never appears.

When Sun Mingsheng and other monks entered the mirage for a month, with the arrival of an irresistible force and the dizzying of the sky and the earth, everything in the bamboo forest, ginseng field, and white ground ginseng spirit was at this moment. Disappeared without a trace.

"January has come. It seems that this ginseng spirit has no fate with me. Anyway, I don't know how many old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage or even the God Transformation stage are secretly observing this level of treasure. If I really get it, Never is a blessing.”

Sun Mingsheng resolutely comforted himself, and after looking around for a while, he turned into a stream of light and headed straight for the location of Gravel City in the distance.

Gravel City is the only city within a thousand-mile radius of Mirage. Whenever a group of monks in Mirage leave, it is also the most lively moment.

Some well-prepared shops have already arranged the treasures collected from all over the world of cultivation, ready to wait for transactions from a group of Golden Core monks.

This kind of transaction is very obvious barter. As long as each store completes a certain number of transactions, it can earn a lot of money.

After all, those who are qualified to enter the Mirage are at least in the early stage of Jindan cultivation. Everyone is a famous existence in the world of cultivation, and those who can enter their eyes are naturally the best among the third level.

And because there is no fixed order or pattern in the appearance of spiritual objects, what they hold in their hands is often not consistent with their own. This is the only opportunity for shops of all sizes in Gravel City.

Sun Mingsheng made a lot of gains in the mirage, most of which he could not directly refine. Naturally, he needed to exchange for some fire-attribute heavenly materials and earthly treasures to transform into his own cultivation.

(End of this chapter)