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

Chapter 133 Spirit Crystal, the fat in the mouth flew away
Immediately, Li Mo Sect disciples were called from Li to take care of Luan Jian, Mingzhuang and the others who were seriously injured and dying, while he himself strode towards the island.

As the members of the Demon Hunting Group fled and died, the remaining Limo Sect disciples stopped chasing after Zuo Ling and the two of them greeted them.

They began to search from house to house and drove the spiritual farmers hiding among them to the square.

This is a feast.

Whether it's a living thing or a dead thing.

Spirit farmers with frightened faces crowded into the square. The smell of blood coming from their noses and the ferocious men standing around made them extremely frightened and they did not dare to make a sound.

Dong Yao, Wu Yong, Yun Wan, and Sun Wenyu gathered together, and two little girls less than one meter tall hugged their thighs with fear on their faces.

Time passed slowly.

More and more spiritual farmers gathered in the square.

The Limo Sect monk's smile became more and more ferocious, and he looked at them like the old man looking at the sheep about to be put out of the market, full of joy of harvest.

The monks of the Limo Sect and the Qingyang Sect who died in the battle were also moved to the square.

None of the spirit farmers had ever seen this battle before. Hundreds of corpses were stacked on top of each other, and the smell of blood in the air became even stronger.

"Hahahaha"

The monks from the Limo Sect heard around them looked at their horrified expressions and burst into unbridled laughter.

Zuo Ling arranged everything in an orderly manner.

If the bodies of Limo Sect's dead in battles can be recovered, they will always smear the whole body with corpse oil and wrap them with a sealing cloth to ensure the vitality of the body's energy and blood. These are good materials for refining corpses. They have no right to deal with them and must be handed over. Sect.

The bodies of the Qingyang Sect disciples were then distributed one by one according to their merits, and the storage bag on his body had disappeared long before his death.

After processing.

The next scene was so frightening that the faces of all the spirit farmers turned pale and their whole bodies were trembling.

I saw many Limo Sect monks absorbing the blood and spiritual power from the corpse directly in front of them.

But half an hour.

Dozens of mummies were randomly thrown into the corner and piled into a hill.

Zuo Ling played with the blood ball in his hand, glanced at Ling Nong, and said calmly: "Let's get started."

Ten Li Mo Sect monks walked out and began to search for the belongings on Ling Nong's body.

Ling Nong was so scared that he dared to resist.

Storage bags were kept being put away by the cultivators of the Li Mo Sect.

Among them, there was an old man who had no possessions and hid the storage bag in his private place in an attempt to hide the past.

But the aura contained in the storage bag is no less than a light in the eyes of the Limo Sect monks, so how can it be hidden?

"what!"

The Li Mo Sect monk looked at the smiling old man, with a ferocious smile on his face, and stretched out his foot to kick his calf hard.

click
There was just a crisp sound, and the old farmer's calf was twisted to [-] degrees, and the white bone spurs pierced his clothes and were exposed. It was shocking to see.

"what!!"

The old farmer fell to the ground, howling miserably.

The big man squatted down, took out a storage bag from his crotch, and snorted coldly: "I can't hand over the storage bag honestly, I have to suffer the pain of my flesh and blood."

People who were close to him shivered and honestly took out their storage bags.

Zuo Ling nodded with satisfaction, leaving the armored man in charge while he took the rest of the Limo Sect monks to the Lingtian.

The cultivators dispersed into pieces of spiritual fields, walked back and forth in them, and used their energy and blood to explore the spiritual whirlpools.

Soon.

A big man's face showed joy, his palms were surrounded by scarlet blood, and he grabbed it towards the spiritual field.

The big man's entire arm was not buried in the soil, and he shook it a few times as if catching a fish.

next moment.

click
There was a crisp sound, and the big man slowly pulled out his arm,

The spiritual power contained in the spiritual field seemed to have no limit, and it quickly rose into the sky and merged into the air.

As for the spiritual field, it turned into a mortal field after only ten breaths, without a trace of spiritual energy.

In the palm of the big man's hand, there was a crystal stone as big as a fingernail with a colorful halo.

The big man carefully put it into a jade box and then walked towards the next spiritual field.

The other Li Mo Sect monks also took out crystal stones with colorful halos in the spiritual field.

But for a moment.

A large area of ​​spiritual land turned into mortal land.

"There are so many, it's really happening now"

Zuo Ling put away the jade boxes containing spiritual crystals, unable to hide the excitement on his face.

The crystals are called spiritual crystals. They are condensed after the spiritual whirlpool is destroyed. The spiritual power contained therein is purer than that of the spiritual stones. They can be directly used by Pulse Condensation Realm monks to increase their spiritual power. Each one is comparable to the second-level spiritual elixir.

However, because its concentration is too costly and easy to absorb, it is often more precious than some magic pills.

Just when he was leading everyone to harvest spiritual crystals.

From Li, we landed on the island in the middle of Wan She Lake.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his mind's perception spreading in all directions.

Passing through the second-level spiritual fields, Dong Xing, Xu Li, and Fang Fan hiding in various parts of the island came into his mind one after another.

After a while.

Cong Li opened his eyes, with a playful smile on his face, and strode towards the corner of the island.

Fang Fan, who was hiding in a depression at the foot of the mountain, looked at the silence and darkness outside with fearful eyes.

When the Limo Sect attacked the spiritual land, he panicked and got into this inconspicuous pit, trying his best to gather his spiritual power. However, as the sound of fighting outside gradually disappeared, he became even more uneasy and did not dare to go out.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a tightness in his head, then felt a heat in his head and passed out.

"Haha, one."

Cong Li mentioned Fang Fan and sensed the vitality between his eyebrows. He smiled and turned towards the other side of the island.

Not long after, he held Xu Li in one hand and Fang Fan in the other, striding towards the top of the mountain.

On the edge of the mountain top, in a small courtyard.

Dong Xing sat on the chair with an anxious expression.

After a while.

There was a sound of heavy footsteps.

Dong Xing looked up and his expression changed slightly.

"You didn't hide it, tell me, where was that person at the end?" Cong Li threw the two people in his hands to the ground, looked down at Dong Xing, and grinned.

"I I. I don't know"

Heavy pressure came over, Dong Xing's swollen and bruised face turned even more purple, and he replied tremblingly.

Ah!
Cong Li frowned.

Huhu
Suddenly, the pressure surrounding Dong Xing intensified, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Dong Xingqiang held his breath, cupped his hands and said, "Sir, I really don't know."

Cong Li glanced at him, waved his hand and shot out two streams of blood energy, which merged into Xu Li and Fang Fan's bodies.

But a few breaths.

Uh.
Xu Li, Fang Fan groaned and opened his eyes.

The moment they saw Cong Li, the two crawled back a few steps in fear.

Cong Li didn't talk nonsense and said coldly: "Where is the remaining spiritual planter? You'd better be honest."

"Otherwise. Hehe"

what?
Xu Li and Fang Fan both looked shocked.

Isn't Manager Li here?When did he escape?

The two of them were confused, and then they couldn't help but feel jealousy. If he ran away, why didn't he take them with him?

Is it just because he is a spiritual planter?

Seeing that the two of them were silent, Li felt impatient in his heart, and suddenly wisps of scarlet blood surged out of his body, slowly outlining an illusory beast shadow.

"If you don't say anything, you will inevitably suffer some hardships." Cong Li thought slightly, and the illusory beast shadow above his head carried a cold aura and enveloped the three people.

Looking at the slowly coming shadow of the beast, the three of them felt chills all over their bodies.

Fang Fan had a look of fear on his face and hissed: "Manager Li's home is in the center of the top of the mountain. I really don't know where he is!"

After the words fell, the beast's shadow suddenly froze, and in the next moment, it merged into the big man's body again.

"Manager Li"

Cong Li's heart moved slightly, he glanced at the three of them, and shouted: "Tell me about this Manager Li."

Dong Xing shut up and said nothing.

Xu Li opened his mouth and was about to say something, but Fang Fan beat him to it.

"Guan Li's name is Li Changsheng, yes"

Listen to him tell it.

Li's face turned from serious to excited, then turned ugly again after he finished speaking, and finally turned calm.

咕咚
Fang Fan looked at his expression, swallowed dryly, and carefully moved towards Xu Li.

Cong Li gritted his teeth and said: "Spiritual Planter"

At this moment, he wanted to rush back to Wanling Peak immediately and eat the person who sent the message alive.

A spiritual planter who has condensed the spiritual plant mark can obtain all the resources he needs to advance by himself, which is more than enough.

If he had known that such a person was there, he would not have attacked Lingdi with great fanfare and would have robbed Li Changsheng first.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he felt in Li's heart. The coercion that inadvertently flowed out of his body made the three of them retreat in horror.

"Do you really know where he escaped to?" Cong Li looked at the three of them and asked through gritted teeth.

"Sir, I really don't know!"

The three of them waved their hands, and Fang Fan even said bitterly: "He was designated to be taken away by other stewards."

Take other stewards away?

Cong Li's heart moved slightly, and after asking a few more questions, he waved his hand to seal off the spiritual veins of several people, wrapped them up and strode towards the battlefield.

But it will take a while.

Li brought up a burst of fierce smoke and dust and returned to the center of the battlefield.

He waved Dong Xing and the others to the ground, pointed at them and said to the many spiritual farmers, "Show me, is there Li Changsheng among them!"

The three people stood up quickly, followed the disciples of the Limo Sect, and walked around Ling Nong to check them one by one.

During this period, he met his old neighbor. Dong Xing kept a straight face and said nothing. When he saw Dong Yao and Wu Yong, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. He shook his head at them imperceptibly and continued to look down.

Seeing Zuo Ling come back from Li, he quickly stepped forward, took out jade boxes one after another and put them in front of him. He said happily: "Brother Cong, what a great harvest. There are too many spiritual fields cultivated in this spiritual land." ."

Cong Li casually put away the jade box, waved his hand and said, "Bring me the two leaders."

Zuo Ling didn't know what he meant, so he accepted.

Not for a while.

He carried Luan Jian and Mingzhuang, who were seriously injured.

Under Zuo Ling's surprised gaze, Li Po painfully took out a crystal red, fragrant elixir, hesitated for a moment, and gave it to Luan Jian, the most advanced person, to swallow it.

After the elixir entered his abdomen, Luan Jian's chest and face grew densely packed with granulations, which were tangled and intertwined with each other.

Zuo Ling said in surprise: "Senior brother, this is..."

Cong Li ignored him and looked at Dong Xing and the other three people who were searching from time to time.

Who is Senior Brother Cong looking for?

Zuo Ling frowned in confusion.

The work of half a cup of tea is over.

Luan Jian's appearance showed no signs of injury.

Cong Li waved his hand and injected a stream of blood energy into his body.

Cough
Luan Jian's chest rose and fell violently several times, then he suddenly opened his eyes and vomited out a few pools of blood.

When he calmed down, he saw Mingzhuang with only half of his body left beside him. He was shocked for a moment, his eyes revealed a strong murderous intention, and he subconsciously transferred his spiritual power.

Wow.
Luan Jian's face flushed and he spurted out blood again.

In his body, a powerful blood energy blocked all the spiritual veins in his body.

Cong Li looked down at him and said calmly: "Don't waste your time."

"Let me ask you, where is Li Changsheng!"

Li Changsheng?
Luan Jian was confused for a moment, then looked at him coldly and said nothing.

Zuo Ling on the side had a look of confusion in his eyes, "The person that senior brother is looking for is named Li Changsheng?"

At this time, Dong Xing and the others also returned after searching for all the spiritual farmers and shook their heads slowly.

The meat in the mouth flew?

Seeing Luan Jian's confused expression, Cong Li suppressed his irritability and turned to face the three of them and started asking them one by one.

Who is in charge of Lingtian, who is close to Li Changsheng, etc.
Ask through him.

Zuo Ling understood that what he was looking for from Liyuan was a spiritual planter.

Time passed slowly.

When Cong Li learned that the monk Zuo Ling killed who used the tobacco pole weapon was the manager in charge of spiritual farming, he wanted to give him a slap in the face.

After several inquiries and threats from Li Na Mingzhuang, I got some good news.

Two stewards left to report to Zafeng, but the remaining stewards did not flee.

In other words, Li Changsheng was not taken away and was still in Huanshan Spiritual Land, or hiding somewhere outside Huanshan Spiritual Land.

Cong Li's face was cloudy and uncertain.

After a while.

Cong Li ordered Zuo Ling: "Leave half of the disciples to harvest the spiritual crystals, and the rest will go search for the spiritual planter for me." He looked at the man wearing tattered armor and said, "Junior Brother Gong, go to the island to harvest the spiritual crystals. The second-level spiritual field.”

"Yes." Gong Bai bowed his hands and strode towards the island.

Zuo Ling thought for a while and hesitated: "Brother, is it worth it to be a spiritual planter?" After a pause, he quickly added: "Maybe people from the Qingyang Sect will come. Should we harvest the spiritual crystals first?"

"Besides, we have to transport these spiritual farmers, I'm afraid."

The biggest fat guy was gone, and Cong Li was feeling depressed. When he heard what he said, he immediately exploded.

"Didn't you understand what I said?"

With an angry shout, he stretched out his hand and punched him in the face.

boom.
Zuo Ling obviously didn't expect that Cong Li would make a move. Without any precautions, he was directly thrown dozens of meters away. After rolling down several times, he stood up with a clang.

"you!"

Zuo Ling looked at Cong Li angrily, but after seeing his ferocious look, he didn't dare to curse out. He immediately snorted coldly and led the other disciples to harvest the spiritual crystals.

Through the descriptions of Fang Fan and others, Cong Li sketched a portrait of Li Changsheng with his energy and blood.

After looking at it, the remaining Li Mo Sect disciples bowed and strode away, searching for all directions in the surrounding mountains and spiritual lands.

Cong Li was not idle either. After adding another Qi and Blood Chain to Luan Jian, he opened all his senses and searched in a certain direction.

Just when they are busy.

I don’t know how far away it is from the spiritual land surrounding the mountains.

A glistening white flying boat quickly cut through the sky, bringing up a turbulent wave of air, traveling between the peaks that connected the heaven and the earth.

There were ferocious birds rising and falling on the top of the mountains. When they sensed the aura emanating from the boats, they let out a high-pitched chirp and hovered for a long time, not daring to step forward to stop them.

on the flying boat.

Lan Caishen stood respectfully behind an old man with white beard and hair and a kind face.

Behind him, Jin Fang was whispering to a fat man wearing a golden robe that was close to the top and one side wide.

Not far from the two of them, a monk less than one meter tall and wearing exquisite pocket armor was sitting cross-legged on the deck with his eyes closed in concentration.

While Jin and Fang were talking, they glanced at him from time to time, their eyes filled with fear.

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