Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

After Kong Laoer spent a lot of effort to settle this Shennong Sect disciple, he didn't know whether he was really drunk or fake, and he didn't wake up even though he moved around.

Seeing that it was getting dark, he was the last one to leave and disappeared quickly.

In the empty main hall of the peak, a carved wooden bed was placed in the center, with a handsome monk lying on it and covered with a bright red dragon and phoenix quilt.

The scene is a bit strange.

It was night, He Jiayin opened his eyes in a daze and looked at the surrounding scene.

He suddenly sat up from the bed and disappeared into the hall in the blink of an eye.

"I've lost my composure, I've lost my composure. What will happen if word gets out?"

…

the next day.

The third day.

Chen Mo waited at the foot of Ziyun Peak Mountain for two days. After the red snake demon confirmed that the Shennong Sect monk with similar strength to him had left, he went up the mountain again along the road he had taken a few days ago.

This time, there were no monks blocking the way, and the entire Immortal Peak seemed even more dead.

However, with the red snake demon's snake-shaped radar, he knew exactly which monks were in "Liaojiagou" and where they were.

It took a stick of incense, but under the powerful spirit of the snake demon, the monks except the three foundation builders were easily controlled and gathered in an open space.

At this time, Liao Dansheng finally realized something was wrong!

The rogue cultivator who was the king of the mountain strode straight towards his younger brother.

But when he saw a huge snake demon appearing in front of him, he was instantly dumbfounded!

Liao Dansheng's face was ashen, and for some reason he knelt on the ground with a thud.

This scene stunned the red snake demon who was preparing for mind control and Chen Mo who was thinking about the next step.

"We don't know anything, we haven't heard anything. Boss, you are the boss, please let us go." The other party's plea made Chen Mo confused.

So I thought about it, looked at the red snake demon, and said, "Can I control it?"

‘I’ll try. ’

Liao Dansheng, who was originally kowtowing to beg for mercy, suddenly slumped over and his eyes became dull.

He looked blankly at the snake demon in front of him and the spiritual chicken behind the snake demon, motionless.

‘The ones in the Foundation Establishment Realm seem to be different. I may not be able to control him all the time. ’ The red snake demon hurriedly reminded him, for fear of causing any trouble.

"good!"

Chen Mo nodded.

Even so, it is already very powerful.

In monks' fighting, sometimes life and death can be determined in a matter of seconds.

And in a fight, even if you are controlled for just a few breaths, it is enough to kill you several times!

"What are you afraid of?"

"It is the monster beast belonging to the Shennong Sect disciple, and you are here to silence it..."

"Quiet?"

‘Fellow Daoist Chen, the other two foundation-building monks seem to be running away. I will control them first. ’

"Excuse me, Fellow Daoist Red."

The red snake demon swam towards the other side of the mountain, but Liao Dansheng still did not break away from his restraint.

"What happened?"

Chen Mo asked a few questions, and the other party described in detail the reception of Shennong Sect disciples a few days ago. After listening to it, he didn't know how to evaluate it for a moment.

What is this all about?

Not long after he finished speaking, the red snake demon drove Kong Lao Er and Zhang Lao San over.

In just half an hour, thirty-one monks from Liaojiagou were eaten up in one fell swoop.

"Does any of you have any magic weapon or elixir to tie yourself up?" These people have no grievances or grudges against him. Chen Mo is not someone who is easy to kill. He might need it in the future, so he should be locked up for now. Good.

The most important thing is that with the existence of the red snake demon, these monks can't make any trouble.

After saying that, Kong Laoer took out a bone spur and pricked his heart first, then handed it to Zhang Laosan while his body was still soft, and Zhang Laosan also pricked himself... just like that, he beat the drum and passed the flowers, including Thirty-one monks, including Liao Dansheng, all collapsed to the ground, and it was difficult to move for a while.

"What's this?"

"The cartilage poisonous thorn I bought at the Treasure Pavilion for two medium-grade spiritual stones. If it stabs the center of the mouth, the spiritual energy of the monks below the foundation will be blocked for three to five hours, making the body weak and weak."

After Kong Laoer finished speaking, Liao Laozi took out a long whip again.

The whip grew longer and longer, and finally tied up thirty-one people, including him.

Chen Mo, who witnessed all this, twitched the corner of his mouth, stepped forward to take the cartilage stinger, and said with a slightly complicated expression: "You guys have a lot of tricks, so hand over whatever treasures you have."

Liao Dansheng took the lead, took off the storage ring, and touched his heart again.

Then he spit out a mouthful of blood and broke the mark with the storage ring.

Soon, the sounds of chest beatings began one after another, and soon Chen Mo's hands were filled with ownerless storage instruments.

"Fellow Daoist Hong, you are really awesome!"

Chen Mo couldn't help but look at the red snake demon behind him who raised his head. This talent of toying with the enemy's applause was really terrifying.

As long as the opponent is controlled, let alone the magical elixir, even the flesh and blood mark on the body does not belong to oneself, and one can only let it be manipulated by it, without the ability to resist at all.

‘Friend Daoist Chen, thank you very much. ’

The red snake demon nodded slightly politely.

He praised this without even feeling any emotion in his heart.

"Tell me, where have you hidden the magic weapons, techniques, and elixirs in Ziyun Peak?"

A fairy mountain that gave birth to Li Chunfeng, a Jindan realm cultivator, must have accumulated considerable wealth over the years. If this group of people occupied the mountain and became kings, then the wealth might have fallen into their pockets.

"When we came, most of the resources were taken away by the Shennong Sect."

"Gone?"

Chen Mo frowned slightly, a little unhappy.

"After we came, we searched again, and finally all the things are in your storage space."

Hearing this, he circulated the spiritual energy in his body, forced out a blood arrow, and dripped blood on each storage ring to recognize the owner. More than 60 storage instruments, I am afraid that he consumed half a bowl of blood.

But when he saw the spiritual stones piled up into a small mountain, bottles and jars of all sizes, and piles of skills and secret manuals, he still widened his eyes excitedly.

This harvest came too quickly!

Even if the Shennong Sect took away most of the money, the spiritual stones and magic tools left behind alone are ten times or even twenty times more than the wealth he has accumulated from farming for ten years!

"Fellow Daoist Hong, I think we have a new way to make money."

'Fellow Daoist Chen, please speak. '

"We can take one immortal peak at a time..."

Before he finished speaking, the red snake demon suddenly turned his head and looked at the horizon.

A figure came walking on the clouds, getting closer and closer!

'Fellow Daoist Chen, the cultivator who left a few days ago is back again! '

"Back? What does that mean? Why did he come back?"

Chen Mo's heart trembled, and all kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant!