Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

Where the insect plague passed, no grass grew.

Lan Ling fell to the ground, watching the insect swarm devouring the spiritual rice she had worked hard for a year, and finally the sky collapsed.

Her world was almost destroyed at this moment, but the insect swarm continued to destroy from south to north.

When the aphid swarm took off again, Lan Ling knew that it was over, everything was over.

She staggered to her feet, and regardless of her half-covered clothes, she slowly walked towards her cabin.

This scene seemed familiar.

It seemed that this was the final destination of the spiritual plant husband.

On the other side, Chen Mo watched the insect swarm go away, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

He held the spiritual sand in one hand, restoring the spiritual energy in his body, and inspected his spiritual field. For the occasional few fish that slipped through the net, he would send a Gengjin finger to prevent the insect plague from becoming a trend again.

Five acres of spiritual field, in the end only less than two acres were saved.

According to the calculation of 300 jin of spiritual rice per mu, this amount of food is probably just enough to pay taxes and rent.

It's better than nothing!

He has also tried his best. With his current strength, he can protect such a large spiritual field, which is completely beyond his expectation.

Perhaps, without the mysterious seeds bought from the five taels of spiritual sand, Chen Mo would not be here today.

It seems that there is a destiny in the dark!

After counting the losses, he picked up a sack from behind the cabin, and while performing the spirit snake body skills, he kept picking up the bodies of drunken aphids that fell all over the ground.

These insect corpses were either beheaded or pierced, dead or alive, but the bodies were still intact.

Chen Mo's five mu of spiritual field was densely packed with insect corpses, and the sacks were growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It took nearly two hours until it was dark, and the field was finally cleaned up.

The mature aphids are larger and have harder shells, which are more nutritious for spiritual birds!

But it is not as easy and convenient to digest as the adult stage.

The two forms of insects have their own advantages.

Chen Mo poured the harvest of three sacks on the floor and spent a whole night drying them.

In the end, he got more than 120 kilograms of insect corpses.

The huge number was beyond his imagination!

If these were sold to the spiritual breeding officers, 120 kilograms of insects would be equivalent to the price of 120 kilograms of spiritual rice.

It was a considerable income.

However, Chen Mo would not sell them. These were all left for him to feed spiritual birds next year.

For other spiritual breeding officers, the arrival of the insect plague made them mixed.

The good news was that they harvested a large amount of dried insects and no longer needed to purchase them in the next two or three years. The worry was that all the spiritual rice in the field was gone!

Occasionally, there were powerful spiritual breeding officers, but they did not protect too much.

The insect plague on the horizon lasted for several days.

The entire Ziyun Peak was shrouded in a solemn atmosphere.

The spiritual plant husbands were heartbroken, but they could do nothing until the aphids that covered the sky and the sun flew from north to south, across the spiritual fields and through the market.

The nourishment of spiritual rice made these insects grow stronger.

Its strength and shell became stronger, and its number increased exponentially.

They headed south all the way to the foot of Ziyun Peak.

The swarm of insects that covered the sky and the sun flew into the jungle in the mountains, and suddenly a strong attraction tore the huge swarm of insects apart.

They were squeezed and pulled, and became smaller and fewer at a speed visible to the naked eye...

A figure appeared on the horizon.

She was wearing a red gown and her shoulder-length hair was scattered in the dust.

She had delicate features and a beautiful face, and her slender feet were barefoot on the flying sword.

She held a purple-gold treasure gourd in her hands, and the strong attraction came from it.

The swarm of insects in the sky became smaller and fewer... and was finally completely swallowed by the gourd that was only the size of a palm.

When the last drunk aphid disappeared, the female cultivator put away the dispersing spell and tied the gourd around her waist.

Just as she tapped her jade feet and prepared to step on the sword to leave, a figure in green suddenly came from the horizon.

The female cultivator frowned slightly, unable to hide her stunning beauty.

"Sister Bai, where are you going this time?"

The person who came also stepped on a flying sword, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, a nose like a gallbladder, and a head of black hair with slightly frosted temples.

The strong wind blew on her face, and her hair fluttered, just like an immortal.

"Master Li, this little thing also alarmed you?" Bai Zhirou looked at the other party indifferently and said.

"Little thing?" Li Chunfeng chuckled, "You have cleaned up the spiritual fields of the entire Ziyun Peak, is this still a small matter?"

"I remember that I should have notified you two years ago?" Bai Zhirou asked back, "Isn't the matter of the spiritual fields a small matter?"

For Li Chunfeng, the master of Ziyun Peak.

Spiritual rice is indeed a small matter.

Most of them are first-level spiritual yellow rice, which is only used to satisfy hunger. If it is gone, it is gone. It is not worth worrying about it.

There are only 17 mountains with second-level spiritual veins in the entire Qingyang Sect that can grow rice above the second level. Bai Zhirou's insect swarm never patronizes there.

"Senior Sister Bai, may I ask how far you are from breaking the pill?"

Li Chunfeng stopped her, and what he really wanted to ask was this!

Bai Zhirou raised her eyebrows, looked at her, and suddenly smiled, but did not answer.

"Master Li, goodbye!"

With a touch of jade feet, the flying sword rushed.

The next moment, the beautiful figure disappeared, leaving only Li Chunfeng with a sharp gaze staring into the distance.

Golden Pill!

Golden Pill!

A realm that countless cultivators can hardly match even if they try their best and spend their entire lives!

Everyone below the Jindan stage is an ant.

The entire Qingyang Sect only has a few Jindan ancestors.

The reason why the Qingyang Sect can be called a third-level sect in the Wuchi Kingdom is because of these Jindan ancestors.

Otherwise, what qualifications do they have to occupy this third-level spiritual vein?

Other sects would have swallowed it up long ago!

Bai Zhirou, as one of the second-generation disciples under the ancestors who has the most hope of breaking through the Jindan stage, has a high status comparable to the elders of the immortal sect!

Among the 112 immortal peaks of the Qingyang Sect, only she and the main peaks Qingyang Peak, Xuanxiao Peak, and the four of Changge Lingchi have supreme power, because they are the disciples who have the most hope of breaking through the Jindan stage!

They are the real hope of the entire immortal sect.

Otherwise, the entire Qingyang Sect would not allow Bai Zhirou to harvest the first-level spiritual field every ten years!

This huge resource has fallen into her hands alone.

No one knows how many insects are in her treasure gourd and how powerful it is!

Li Chunfeng secretly clenched his fist.

Now, his strength is only at the eighth level of foundation building. In the eyes of others, it may be difficult to match, but only he knows that he is far from a lofty position.

Whether he can enter the ninth level of foundation building is easy to say.

But whether he can successfully break the pill and enter the realm of golden pill is as difficult as ascending to heaven!

How many heroes of Qingyang Sect failed to break through, and finally died in depression!

He! Can Li Chunfeng break through the golden pill?

The next moment, his eyes looked between Ziyun Peak and Huangyun Peak.

Maybe!

The answer is there!