Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

On Ziyun Peak, an old man named Huang slowly climbed up the mountain carrying a nail rake.

He was like those inconspicuous spiritual husbands at the foot of the mountain, with thin clothes and a withered face.

It's like an old man who can only take Bigu Pills all year round, but still has to bear the pain of having his spiritual field destroyed.

"Wow! How brave you are to step into the Immortal Sect without permission!" On Ziyun Peak, there are countless young talents. All of these people are extremely talented. They are far from the spirits who can only struggle on the third level of Qi Refining. What Zhifu can compare with.

Old Man Huang smiled naively, showing his yellow teeth.

He scratched his head and said apologetically: "The old man is lost. I want to ask if it is possible to farm here?"

"Go away! Go back to your land, this is not the place you should be!" The monk from Ziyun Peak did not hide the dissatisfaction and disdain on his face. What is the identity of the other party? Can you stand with him?

“Can’t you farm in the mountains?”

The young talent glared angrily.

"If you can't farm, then what else can you do?" Old Man Huang said to himself with a low eyebrow.

The other party was really impatient, so he drew his long sword and pointed it at the old man.

"roll."

"Haha, if you can't farm, it means there is not enough fertility." The old man suddenly raised his head, "It should be enough to bury you all in the ground!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sky fell and the earth fell!

The young talent couldn't move for some reason, and then his body was squeezed by a huge force and forced into the ground.

His body exploded from the inside, turning into a pool of blood and mud that nourished the land.

The old man still showed his big yellow teeth, walked forward with a smile, and lit a mandrake seed on the blood-stained ground. In an instant, the flower bloomed and was beautiful.

"Ha, let me tell you, you are fertile enough now."

Old Man Huang walked up the mountain quietly.

Gradually, mando flowers bloomed on Ziyun Peak.

In the transfer hall, Zhu Qi did not struggle at all. The elder who had taken care of Song Yunxi for half his life turned his hatred into fertilizer that nourished Ziyun Peak.

In the formation hall, Yu Yun and his master Sha Zheng set up a trap formation, but in the face of Jin Dan's absolute strength, there was no wave.

Even the most beautiful female cultivator in Ziyun Peak did not escape the tragic fate of becoming a fat man.

Old Man Huang came quietly, like an ox-headed horse-faced man, he took away the monks from Ziyun Peak one by one; in such a chilling environment, he did not cause any resistance or panic.

Man, peaceful death;

Flowers bloom quietly.

At the foot of the mountain, the cleaning also continues.

In Guchenfang City, the two Niu Youdao brothers were shouting and fighting fiercely against the Foundation Establishment Realm disciples.

However, the huge disparity in strength made them feel resentful in the end.

In Qingyuanfang City, the owner of the shop resisted desperately, but in the end he could not escape death.

As for those spiritual cultivators in the early stages of Qi refining? The Shennong Sect didn't seem to be in a hurry at all. Even if they passed by them, they never took away a life.

They have limited manpower and a clear purpose.

In the battle of annihilation, the elite must be killed first!

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Baishefang City.

In Chen Mo's backyard, everyone was still changing glasses.

Chen Mo, who was meditating while eating, had already digested half of the Pentagram, and his experience points had increased from 283 points to 312 points, which was not much worse than the Qi Nourishing Pill.

Yi Tingsheng drank in a daze and muttered to the side.

Song Yunxi picked up vegetables and poured wine for Zhu Xiaofang from time to time, looking like he was trying to please her.

Just as everyone was enjoying this moment of peace, a figure rushed in eagerly!

"who!"

Everyone knows the person coming.

Mei Hua was panting and panicked, with a look of horror on her face.

"Fang...Fangzhu, something big...something bad has happened!"

Song Yunxi frowned, faintly sensing something was wrong, but he still pretended to be calm and asked, "What happened?"

"Bai...Baishefang City, a Foundation Establishment Realm monk came. As soon as...he entered...he went on a killing spree. Everyone...everyone was almost dead!"

Teng!

Song Yunxi stood up suddenly, with an angry look on his face!

"Who! Who dares! Does Ziyun Peak not care?"

Mei Hua's lips trembled until they turned purple. He also secretly came from Fangshi just to bring this news to his boss!

"He...he seems to call himself God...the Shennong Sect..."

"Shennong Sect?" Zhu Xiaofang frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong as well.

"Yes, yes! It's the Shennong Sect!" Mei Hua said quickly, "Quick! Let's run, it's too late if we don't run!"

"Run...what are you running for...run...drink...drink..." Yi Tingsheng rambled on, not listening at all.

"You guys are looking for a place first, I'll go see what's going on!" Zhu Xiaofang picked up the long sword on the table and was about to go out.

But the next moment, Song Yunxi grabbed his arm.

"Don't go!"

"There are people who are acting wantonly in Qingyang Sect. As a disciple, can you just sit back and ignore them?" Zhu Xiaofang said righteously.

"Mei Hua has been with me for more than ten years and has been in charge for so many years. Although his strength is not good, he still has some eyesight! If he can be so flustered, he is definitely not a good person!"

"We have to leave!" Chen Mo looked serious, "The other party who dares to go on a killing spree in Baishefang City must have someone to rely on. In this case, it is impossible to count on Ziyun Peak or even Qingyang Sect!"

He is only at the sixth level of Qi Refining, and any monk at the Foundation Establishment level can crush him to death.

There are times when he can't gamble!

You can't even bet your life and fortune!

"Okay! Let's leave now!"

Song Yunxi nodded, and Chen Mo quickly went to the backyard and stuffed nearly a hundred spiritual birds and animals into the scroll of controlling beasts.

Even Xiao Kang, who was running around everywhere, was no exception.

Whether it was true or not, they couldn't just sit there and wait for death!

"Let's go!"

"Where to?"

Hongyan was nervous, biting her lip and asked.

"Let's go to Ziyun Peak first!"

Zhu Xiaofang summoned the flying sword, and everyone flew away without any delay.

Under the dim sunlight, Ziyun Peak was dead silent... The originally lively hall no longer had the usual hustle and bustle, and there was not even a single figure.

Mantuo flowers, which symbolize death, bloomed everywhere on the fairy peak, making people's scalps numb.

"Where... where are they?"

Song Yunxi subconsciously wanted to rush down, but was grabbed by the calm Chen Mo!

"Go!"

"No!"

"If you don't leave, you will die!"

Everyone turned around and fled without any hesitation.

On the Purple Cloud Peak, Old Man Huang stood up, picked a mandala flower and put it on his nose to sniff. The rich smell of blood was intoxicating.

He raised his head, looked at the direction where Chen Mo and others disappeared, and grinned.

Then he showed a mouthful of yellow teeth.

These people are not worth his personal efforts!

At the foot of the Immortal Peak, blood flowed like a river.

Unlike Old Man Huang's gardening, the killing methods of other disciples of Shennong Sect were much simpler and more brutal.

These disciples of Qingyang Sect could not escape their attacks at all!