Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

"Fellow Daoist Hong, Chen has something to ask of me."

"But it doesn't matter."

The body of the red snake demon was coiled in a circle, and its huge head was drooping on the ground. There was an ancient book in front of it. From time to time, he used the snake letter to turn over a page and read it carefully.

"Do you still remember the Xuanxiao Peak last time?"

"Of course I remember."

"Now things have changed and it looks like we have to move again."

The red snake demon straightened up and looked at Chen Mo with his head like an inverted triangle: "I quite like it here."

"Then you can continue to live here. I will also travel between these two places. At that time, I will also set up a mountain-moving array, and some of the usual food will also be delivered here using the array."

On the way back, Chen Mo had considered all the possible situations.

With the improvement of realm, the talent has also been greatly improved.

Under this situation, the first-level spiritual field has almost no attraction for him. Only the second- and third-level spiritual fields can allow him to improve his realm faster and exchange for more cultivation resources.

Therefore, he plans to build Changge Lingchi into a place dedicated to raising spiritual animals and monster beasts, and Xuanxiao Peak will be used to grow various spiritual plants.

The geographical conditions here are favorable, and there is a spiritual pond in it, which is perfect for raising pigs and chickens.

"Leaving now?"

"Without further ado!"

Chen Mo didn't want to delay this matter. If he delayed it any longer, he would have to spend a lot of effort if Beiyue City was able to get there first.

"good!"

I don't know where the old turtle was eavesdropping. As soon as he heard that he was leaving for Xuanxiao Peak, he immediately followed him.

It looks like I will die for you if you don't take me with you.

Of course, the result was still nothing.

It is impossible for the old turtle to die.

Originally, Chen Mo was worried that the Humpback White Eagle and the Gale Eagle would take the opportunity to slip away, but with Xiao Kang's painstaking training, these two birds gave up the idea of ​​stealing away.

Although they can fly, how fast can they be?

You can grasp it almost in the blink of an eye. How can you run in this situation?

…

The green snake demon didn't follow either.

One person and one snake were galloping towards the direction of Xuanxiao Peak.

With their first experience, they quickly arrived at the foot of the mountain, and this time they didn't even disturb the spirit growers in the Qi Refining Realm below.

When we came to the mountains again, the fairy mist was still shrouded and the towers stood tall.

The aroma of spiritual plants wafts out, giving people a feeling of relaxation and joy.

In the spiritual fields between the towers, various spiritual plants have not yet been picked, and they are still a scene full of vitality.

Chen Mo walked back and forth in the spiritual field, looking at more than a hundred acres of Xuanyi spiritual rice, as well as second-order spiritual plants such as black bear wood, ice crystal lotus, Xunlong grass, etc., and felt extremely happy.

As early as more than three months ago, when I first saw so many second-level spiritual plants recorded in the "Spiritual Plant Atlas", I was already envious of them. At that time, I had the urge to take them for myself.

But when the situation was unclear and the Shennong Sect was involved, he still chose to wait.

Even if you turn a blind eye to so much wealth, it is better than putting yourself in danger.

But now, what happened with Old Man Huang has happened. No matter how it is handled, some of the shameful things will not be made public, so it is good news for Chen Mo.

‘Fellow Daoist Chen, there seems to be no one alive on the mountain peak. ’

"Um?"

Chen Mo suddenly turned around and looked at the red snake demon hovering behind him.

His eyes were full of surprise!

'They all seem to be dead. ’

"Where did he die?"

'Two people there, and four people in that building. ’

Chen Mo sent out the flying sword and went straight to the top of the mountain.

Soon, he arrived at the cramped cabin. Before he opened the door, a faint, indescribable fragrance mixed with the smell of blood wafted out of it.

That's right!

If there is a dead person inside, why is there a scent?

Chen Mo took a deep breath, released a farm puppet, and drove into the house under the control of his spiritual consciousness.

The huge puppet dashed left and right in the room, causing sawdust to fly.

After some tossing and confirming that there was no danger, Chen Mo walked in.

The roof of the wooden house has been torn down by the puppet, and the sun shines down. Two corpses are lying on the ground. The corpses are covering their chests, looking very painful.

Chen Mo didn't recognize them.

When I arrived more than three months ago, these two people did not show up.

However, judging from the aura after death and the clothes on their bodies, these two people were at least strong men in the late stage of foundation building.

If your guess is correct, they are the two peak foundation builders that the old turtle said!

Furthermore, apart from the destruction of the puppets, there were no other traces of the fighting in the house.

Chen Mo approached slowly, and with his sharp eyes, he noticed that there was something unusual about the other person's chest.

He used his long sword to open the somewhat rotten palm of one of the corpses, and suddenly a dark green flower bud the size of a thumb emerged from the other's body.

Pick up the second one, the same thing happens.

Looking at the flower bones in front of him, Chen Mo frowned, took out the "Spiritual Plant Atlas" he carried with him, and read through it again.

In fact, with his photographic memory, all the contents of this book have been memorized.

But I have never seen this kind of plant in my memory!

Sure enough, after opening it again, I still couldn't find it.

At this moment, an idea suddenly came into Chen Mo's mind.

When they were confronting Old Man Huang, Mo Junqing once said that the other party was relying on the ghost sparks from the Eight Hundred Miles of Corpse Demon Ridge to survive.

Although he didn't know what it looked like, Chen Mo had a strong feeling that the two green flower buds in front of him were the ghost fire flowers!

"If that's the case, everything makes sense."

This flower uses the body as soil, blood as water, and life as food. Only in this way can the old man Huang, who should have died, live for many more years.

"What a pity, what a pity."

Chen Mo sighed, then cast a red flame talisman, and burned the bodies of the two people and the small wooden house on the top of the mountain.

For a second, he hesitated whether to pick the ghost fire flower to see if there was a chance to cultivate it.

But just a second later, he gave up the idea.

Chen Mo claimed that he was not a good person, but he still couldn't do this thing of using living people as a dish.

After burning the two bodies, he went to the original headmaster's hall, where the four cultivators who were controlled by the red snake demon were also dead.

But the death was completely different from the two peak foundation building cultivators!

They were killed by swords and magic, and there was no ghost fire in their bodies.

Chen Mo was too lazy to speculate on the cause of their death. Anyway, they were dead, and it saved him some effort.

The four bodies were burned in the same fire.

At this point, the only people left in the entire Xuanxiao Peak were dozens of spiritual plant husbands living in the market at the foot of the mountain.

Chen Mo thought about it and finally decided not to give up even one acre of the three thousand acres of first-level spiritual fields at the foot of the mountain to others!