Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

Beast Taming Scroll.

That's right, this is the magic weapon that Chen Mo needs most urgently.

The spirit chickens, spirit pigs, and even the five-horned heavy lizards in the backyard are too conspicuous. He is not afraid of other cultivators in the Qi Refining Realm. With the Seven-Li Lingsha Formation, no one dares to break in.

But what if a foundation-building cultivator like Yu Yun comes?

What if they see that he has raised so many spirit animals? Of course, if Yu Yun really comes, the situation in his field will be exposed.

Before he can think of a better countermeasure, Chen Mo can only pray that the other party will not come.

"Haha, I forgot about this."

Sun Yiming is not a stingy person.

Although the beast-taming scroll is precious, it is not too expensive.

He shook his wrist, and a landscape scroll unfolded. Between the lakes and mountains, green cattle plowed and white sheep ate, a tranquil and indifferent scene.

Elder Sun flicked his hand and easily wiped off the mark on it, and then threw it to Chen Mo.

After taking it, it was cold all over.

I don't know what material it is made of.

After all, refining equipment is a delicate skill, far beyond the ability of ordinary people to master.

"How is it? Are there spiritual birds for sale?"

Chen Mo nodded, and then Song Yunxi offered the scroll. As several white lights lit up, twenty dull-eyed spiritual chickens gradually came to their senses.

They looked around at the unfamiliar environment, and then surrounded Chen Mo.

"Twenty?"

Sun Yiming raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that this little guy would have so many at once!

It was really beyond his expectations.

"Raise a lot, raise a lot."

"That's right." Sun Yiming nodded, "Double the price, as long as the spiritual birds and livestock raised don't get plague, it's a sure-win business. It seems that breeding has made a lot of money in these years!"

In his opinion, Chen Mo was able to take out twenty spiritual chickens at one time, probably because he bought a lot of rice.

In this case, as long as there is enough money and energy, it's okay to raise as many as you want.

He stepped forward and touched them one by one, and then nodded with satisfaction.

With a wave of his hand, the twenty spirit chickens that had just recovered were taken into another beast control space and continued to be stagnant.

"A total of twenty, twenty low-grade spirit stones for you."

Sun Yiming took them out casually and put them directly on the table beside him. This amount of spirit stones was just a small amount of money for him, and he didn't care at all.

"Thank you for the reward, Elder Sun!" Chen Mo bowed and took it.

"No, it's just business."

"Elder Sun, I may have some spirit pigs to sell at the end of the year."

"No need to report to me, just bring them." Sun Yiming sighed, "It's a pity that the peak master went to the secret realm, and he can't enjoy these spirit chickens."

"Secret realm?" Song Yunxi blurted out, "The peak master wants to impact the golden elixir?"

Sun Yiming nodded.

"Then the peak master of Ziyun Peak in the future..."

"That's not something you and I should consider." At this point, he smiled slightly, "Your uncle is still a big hope, of course, the master Zhao of the Pill Hall is not ruled out."

Song Yunxi heard this and immediately imagined it.

Although he is a shop owner, he still has some weight in the White Snake Market, but it is nothing in the entire Ziyun Peak.

This time, if his uncle really becomes the shop owner, Zhu Xiaofang will stop him and he will have to go to the internal market!

He must go to the Wenxiang Pavilion!

Just when Song Yunxi was imagining a better life in the future, Sun Yiming said another earth-shattering news.

"It is said that several ancestors have said that after Master Li returns from the secret realm, this place will be open to the entire Qingyang Sect, and any cultivator in the immortal gate can go there!"

Chen Mo didn't feel much after hearing this, anyway, it had nothing to do with him.

Of course, if he is lucky, someone can get some rare seeds from it, and he will be happy too.

Song Yunxi, who was standing by, was surprised again: "Doesn't that mean that a large number of cultivators will flock to Ziyun Peak in the future?"

"That's right."

Song Yunxi didn't know what extraordinary means Li Fengzhu had used to suppress the news and occupy an extremely important secret realm exclusively for Ziyun Peak.

Of course, if he could succeed in the golden elixir, it wouldn't matter.

Suddenly, Song Yunxi's eyes lit up: "Then can't we make a lot of money?"

"Haha!"

Sun Yiming smiled and walked away with his hands behind his back.

"Let's go! Let's go back and build an inn and a restaurant! I want to make the White Snake Market into a city that never sleeps!"

For a moment, Song Yunxi was full of energy.

The matter of building the foundation was directly thrown behind his mind.

People live for so long, don't they have to do something they like?

"Brother Song, I want to go to the Lord of the Palace Yu."

"Yu Yun?"

Song Yunxi's mind instantly flashed with the indifferent and cold look, but it was a pity that he was an elder...

"Yes!"

"I can only take you there. Whether you can see him or not, I can't do anything about it."

He spread his hands.

After all, the other party is the Lord of a Palace, and they can't see him whenever they want.

"I want to try."

The strength of the five-horned heavy lizard is getting stronger and stronger, and those iron cages are basically useless.

If this problem is not solved, the chicken-eating tragedy is likely to happen again!

"Okay!"

Song Yunxi said nothing, led Chen Mo through the purple bamboo forest in front of the secular hall, crossed a long river, and climbed over half a mountain before arriving at the formation hall.

Completely different from Sun Yiming's, the environment here seems extremely strange and peculiar.

Some places are bare, looking like abandoned spiritual fields; some plots are covered with lush forests and bamboos, giving people a sense of spring; and some places exude bursts of fragrance, tempting the cultivators to go forward to explore...

Chen Mo, who has already comprehended the Seven Mile Lingsha Formation, is basically an outstanding spiritual formation master.

Even if he is placed in the Formation Hall, he is among the best.

Even if he has not learned these formations, he still has good eyesight.

As he and Song Yunxi go deeper, the scenery in front of them suddenly changes.

Originally it was bright and sunny, but in an instant it was covered with flying sand and rocks, dark clouds, and after a few breaths it was pitch black.

Song Yunxi subconsciously came over, frowned, and said, "They shouldn't dare to do anything rash!"

Outside the formation, two young Taoists were eating spirit seeds, and said jokingly, "Guess how long it will take for these two to get out of the formation."

"I bet one or two spirit sands, two hours."

The young men were named Bu Wen and Bu Wu, and the two brothers were accepted as disciples by the Formation Hall.

"Do you dare to bet more?" Bu Wen muttered.

Bu Wu smiled innocently and said, "Master taught us that gambling is not good."

"You!"

The Formation Hall was deserted, and few monks from other halls came except for their own disciples.

Today, they finally waited for two people, so they had to have fun?

They had learned so many new formations, and it would be a waste if they didn't try them out!

"Then I bet two taels of spirit sand..."

As they said this, the two suddenly opened their mouths wide and watched two figures walk out one after the other...