Longevity and Immortal Journey: Raising Demons, Raising Plants and Seeking Immortals

Chapter 118 The insect swarm gathers together and transforms
"Yes."

The monk bowed his hands and turned to leave the hall.

Mingzhuang was not polite. He walked to Lan Caishen and sat down. He smiled mischievously and asked him why he was looking for Dong Yao.

Lan Caishen glanced at him speechlessly, and in order to prevent him from misunderstanding, he said calmly: "A few days ago, I had a spiritual planter under my command."

He spoke at a leisurely pace and slowly told the story of Dong Xing's encounter with the demon hunting group.

Finally, Lan Caishen said softly: "I only have four spiritual planters under me, and I almost lost one."

The faces of several people present changed slightly when they heard this.

He is not looking for anyone here, he is clearly here to blame someone.

Mingzhuang suppressed the anger in his heart and said calmly: "It must be a misunderstanding."

After saying that, he took out a storage bag and put it on the table, "Can this be regarded as my compensation for the spiritual planter on his behalf?"

His meaning was obvious. Since the spiritual planter was fine, he could just give him some compensation.

Luan Jian frowned immediately when he heard this.

The other captain-level monks looked at Lan Caishen, wondering what he would do.

Lan Caishen glanced at the storage bag and chuckled: "No need, Dong Xing is not dead either, so that's it."

"Ha ha."

Mingzhuang laughed a few times, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Mr. Lan."

Several captains looked at each other in blank dismay, with puzzled expressions, is this the end?

Luan Jian looked at Lan Caishen's calm face and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Just when he was about to speak, there were slight footsteps outside the hall.

Everyone turned to look.

I saw the captain who had gone out just now come in, followed by a masked female cultivator behind him.

Just entered the hall.

Dong Yao felt several real eyes on her, her calves couldn't help but softened, and she almost fell to the ground.

The captain in front of her raised his hands and said, "Mr. Lan, she is Dong Yao."

"I have seen you adults."

Dong Yao hurriedly bowed and saluted.

Just when she was feeling uneasy, a gentle voice rang in her ears.

"Who are you Dong Xing?"

grandfather?

Dong Yao was stunned for a moment, panicked, raised her head and asked urgently: "He is the little girl's grandfather, what's wrong with him?"

Lan Caishen waved his hand, "Don't worry, he's fine."

Then turned to look at Mingzhuang, Luan Jian said softly: "To avoid Dong Xing coming to court for death in the future, I will take his granddaughter away."

Mingzhuang frowned and was about to speak when Luan Jian shook his head slightly and said, "Master Lan, please do so."

Lan Caishen nodded, stood up and came to Dong Yao's side, saying softly: "Let's go."

"Oh, good."

Dong Yao was confused and just nodded to follow.

As the spiritual power fluctuations erupted, a bright white light shot into the sky.

Mingzhuang Luan Jian watched him leave.

Wait until the light disappears.

Mingzhuang frowned and said, "What does he mean?" He paused and asked doubtfully, "Also, what is a spiritual planter?"

Hearing this, Luan Jian's face darkened, and a burst of anger welled up in his heart.

After counting interest.

He suppressed the anger in his heart and said calmly: "You really don't know what a spiritual planter is?"

The other captains felt the surrounding environment become colder, and when they saw Deputy Captain Luan's indifferent expression, they subconsciously stepped back.

"I don't know, I don't know!"

Mingzhuang glared at him and shouted: "Why, you still want to chop me!" Then he pointed at his head and yelled: "Come on, come on, chop me here!"

"You"

Luan Jian's body trembled slightly, he suppressed the urge to draw his sword, and asked again: "Then why are you unwilling to hand over the person who injured the spiritual planter?"

"That's a member of my demon hunting group."

Mingzhuang smiled disdainfully and snorted: "He is not an elder, so compensating him with some spiritual stones will give him face."

After that, he turned to look at one of the captains and ordered: "Go and find out which bastard was on duty that day, and give him ten lashes so that he can remember it for a long time!"

"You're going to cause trouble for me!"

Several captains looked behind him with strange expressions, turned around and ran outside quickly.

Mingzhuang shouted: "Why are you running away?"

At this time, a loud shout sounded from behind him.

"Straight!"

Mingzhuang turned his head and saw a fist coming towards him, directly hitting his face.

Although he had spiritual power to protect his face, he was still knocked back more than ten meters and hit the wooden wall hard.

Mingzhuang rubbed his face and stood up, saying angrily: "Luan Jian, you are crazy!"

"I'm mad?"

Luan Jian sneered: "I'm not as good as you. Just because of a troublemaker, you offend Lan Caishen?"

"When did I offend him?"

Mingzhuang was confused for a moment and said angrily: "He's just a spiritual planter, how can he be so petty?"

Luan Jian: "."

He was too lazy to pay attention to Mingzhuang, left a message to find out what a spiritual planter was, and turned to leave.

Halfway there, he hesitated for a moment, turned over and took out a sound transmission jade, said a few words to it, and turned around to his residence. "Spirit Planter"

Mingzhuang was not stupid. After getting angry, he quickly understood that the person injured by his subordinate seemed to be somewhat important.

Think of this.

Mingzhuang turned to look at the captains watching from a distance, and shouted: "Does any of you know what a spiritual planter is?"

The captains looked at each other, and finally Captain Dong Yao walked out and explained to them what a spiritual planter was.

The continuous fluctuations of spiritual energy in the station also caused other monks from the demon hunting group to gather around and talk together in twos and threes.

Wu Yong leaned lazily next to a wooden house, listening to the undisguised voices of the two people in Mingzhuang, and his expression gradually became serious.

Recalling that Dong Yao was called away by the captain, combined with the words of the two, Wu Yong suddenly had an unbelievable thought in his heart, "Grandfather Dong has become a spiritual planter?"

Listening to the captain's introduction to the spiritual planter, his heart was beating fast, and a thought came to his mind, "He is going to be prosperous."

Not far from him, a young man standing with a sword said in a sour tone: "I didn't expect that a mere spiritual farmer would have such good fortune."

Wu Yong glanced at him and suddenly felt a sense of complacency in his heart, "Wealthy couples are in the right place. The ancients never deceived me."

After saying that, he turned around and headed home. He had to go back and tidy up before going to serve his grandfather with Dong Yao.

The more Mingzhuang listened, the darker his face became. Finally, he couldn't help but cursed: "Which bastard is on duty? Find it for me, I'm going to skin him!"

boom.
As soon as these words came out, the faces of the demon hunting monks who were watching suddenly changed and they dispersed.

Deputy Captain Ming's words were not just words, they had not forgotten the bloody scene at Zafeng.

Wanshe Lake, island.

In the small courtyard, Li Changsheng and Dong Xing lay lazily on chairs, chatting.

At this time.

A ray of light from the sky fell straight down towards the small courtyard.

Feeling the majestic fluctuation of spiritual power, Li Changsheng and Dong Xing got up quickly.

The light fell in the courtyard, the aura dispersed, and the figures of Lan Caishen and Dong Yao appeared.

"Yao Yao!" Dong Xing's eyes suddenly lit up and he said in surprise.

"grandfather?"

Dong Yao was stunned for a moment when she saw Dong Xing's swollen and purple face, and then ran over with a look of surprise on her face.

Lan Caishen looked at Li Changsheng and said with a smile: "I still have some things to do, so I'll leave first."

Li Changsheng cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, senior brother."

Lan Caishen waved his hand, turned around, and turned into a ray of light and soared into the sky.

Watch him go.

Li Changsheng looked at the reunited grandpa and grandson, smiled, and walked towards the wooden house.

Go back to the third floor.

Li Changsheng walked to a wooden vat in the center.

In the wooden vat, the Snake Saliva Spirit Tree looked slightly wilted. On one of its thick branches, a mother insect was sucking its branch sap.

Li Changsheng stared at the insect mother.

[Target: Slaves]

[Race: Mutated Red-Winged Blood Bamboo "Insect Mother"]

[Tier 3 Mid-Range: [-]%]

[Talent: Blood-devouring, reproduction. 】

[Status: Pregnant. 】

Through continuous feeding by the insect swarm, the insect mother successfully advanced to the first-level mid-level insect, becoming the fourth mid-level insect after Xiaohei, Ah Da and Ah Er.

Although there is no birth talent spell, the time to breed larvae is much shorter.

This is four months after the insect mother once again appeared pregnant.

Li Changsheng looked at it for a while, and his thoughts changed slightly.

hum.
There was a buzzing sound of flapping wings, and insects flew into the third floor one after another. In just a moment, more than 200 insects gathered in front of him.

Li Changsheng looked at the insects bred by the insect mother, hesitated for a moment, and ordered them to advance.

hum.
The insects seemed to be impatient for a long time. The moment he came up with the idea, dozens of connections suddenly disappeared from his mind.

The insects rioted, using their ferocious mouthparts to pierce into the bodies of their own kind without hesitation, but in an instant they sucked out all the essence in their bodies.

Then, without stopping, they started fighting towards the same kind again.

Contacts continued to disappear one after another, which made Li Changsheng feel heartbroken.

This is the family fortune he managed to save with great difficulty. It seems that the loss must be more than half.

Li Changsheng looked at the insects refined from the Beast Valley beside him, hesitated for a moment, took out the stored snake saliva liquid, walked to the corner and put it down, and took out a piece of spiritual snake meat as thick as a calf and put it aside.

"let's start."

Li Changsheng's thoughts moved slightly.

Swarms of insects swooped down, scrambling to suck up the spirit saliva liquid. After absorbing the liquid, they swayed down onto the flesh of the spirit snake, pierced it with their sharp mouthparts, and devoured it.

Time passed slowly.

After the red-winged blood bamboo absorbs blood food, its carapace gradually softens, and fish-scale wrinkles appear on its surface.

At the same time, their bodies also expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, the markings on their bodies became thicker and deeper than before, and the spiritual energy contained in their bodies increased at a slow but determined speed.

However, to his expectation, the mouthparts that were supposed to turn into fangs did not change, but instead looked sharper.

Li Changsheng watched silently for a while, then sat cross-legged and collected his thoughts.

I don’t know how long it has been.

In his mind, a weak connection suddenly became several times heavier, and then continuously, one connection after another transformed.

"It's done."

Li Changsheng felt happy.

(End of this chapter)