Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

"Fellow Daoist He, how about we divide these fifteen acres of spiritual fields? When the time comes, we can collect and hide the spiritual rice before the grain collector comes? How about that?"

Yesterday evening, on the way back, Miao Chen discussed this matter with He Zhiping.

They are not stupid at all. They are unwilling to go to the secret realm of the third level of Qi Refining. What use are they with their realm and magic skills?

Are they going to die?

Of course, the happiest people in this matter are the cultivators of the second level of Qi Refining.

All the colleagues who were riding on their heads are dead, so they have become the strongest, right?

He Zhiping nodded and agreed, but he was thinking about how to get more.

"Okay, but we have to split the spiritual field management in half!"

"Fellow Daoist He, your rain-making technique is better than mine!"

The two talked and walked, and in a blink of an eye they reached the edge of the spiritual field. Seeing that they were about to enter, they were already chatting enthusiastically.

Suddenly, two flame palms broke through the air.

The next moment, it accurately hit the chest of the two, and they flew backwards!

His body crushed the spiritual rice in a field, half of his buttocks sank into the mud, and the clothes on his chest were all burned, and at this moment, there was still a spark of fire.

He Zhiping and Miao Chen, who had not yet reacted, widened their eyes.

Soon, a figure slowly walked over.

Their pupils gradually enlarged, and their eyes were full of horror.

He Zhiping swallowed a mouthful of saliva, not daring to make any other movements.

"Next time you trespass into my spiritual field, it won't be as simple as a palm!" Chen Mo's tone was cold, making people feel a chill.

Miao Chen and He Zhiping couldn't help shivering.

He nodded quickly, saying: "Yes, yes, yes."

The two cultivators looked at each other until the other party walked away and disappeared completely.

"Didn't he get called away? How could he disobey the order of Ziyun Peak?"

Suddenly, a terrifying thought slowly rose in their minds.

This seemingly ordinary fellow spiritual plant husband seems to have a great background and a great background!

...

Chen Mo's appearance itself is more intimidating than those two flame palms.

And this time, the two men were completely subdued. I believe that even if they have the courage, they will not dare to come and cause bad luck.

In the following days, everything is the same as before.

Raining when it rains, weeding when it weeds, practicing when it practices...

After getting used to this kind of hard life, Chen Mo feels that the liver itself is also a kind of fun.

Three days passed in a flash.

The spiritual field is still the same as yesterday, but the ancient dust market ushered in a commotion.

More than 40 spiritual plant husbands with three or four levels of Qi training said they were led, but in fact they were driven from the market to the junction of Ziyun Peak and Huangyun Peak.

This time, even the owner Niu Youliang personally supported the battle. Any cultivator who dared to escape would have only one result waiting for them-death!

This group of people walked for three whole days before reaching the border from the foot of Ziyun Peak.

Guchen Market was located in a remote area, so it only took three days to arrive.

As for the markets on the other side of the mountain, some of them had already set off half a month ago, and they just arrived together now.

There were a total of 37 markets in Ziyun Peak, and each market had about 60 to 70 people. When these people from Guchen Market arrived, more than half of the cultivators were already waiting here.

There were thousands of people!

If this force was placed in the mortal world, it would easily overthrow a country.

But in the cultivation world, they were just cannon fodder for sacrifice.

After Niu Youliang drove the team to the main force, he handed the group of people over to the disciples of Ziyun Peak for unified management, and he went forward to greet the masters of other markets.

These cultivators were originally disciples of Ziyun Peak.

However, they had limited talent and had something in mind, so they had to use their resources and relationships to finally earn a position as the master of a market.

The status is neither high nor low, and it is also a force that cannot be underestimated in Ziyun Peak.

Here, the masters of the Fangs who are stepping on flying swords are talking and laughing, and some even take out wine and food and clink glasses.

After not seeing each other for a long time, the disciples of Ziyun Peak, who used to call each other brothers, are enjoying the joy of reuniting after a long separation.

And below, a group of spiritual plant husbands who have almost seen the end of the game are all silent and silent.

Once, they thought that they could get the status of spiritual plant husbands, which was half a step into the immortal gate, and they were naturally proud of it.

They also boasted that they had shed blood and sweat for the Fangshi and the immortal gate, and Ziyun Peak would definitely treat them well.

But what about now?

Now, they finally realized that the so-called spiritual plant husbands incorporated into the Fangshi are just a group of insignificant chess pieces that can be sacrificed at any time!

Except for themselves, no one will care about their life or death.

The crowd waited for several days in fear of the unknown.

Finally, the cannon fodder army of the spirit plant husbands from the thirty-seven market towns has arrived.

Li Shangxian, who had been guarding here for a long time, stepped lightly on his toes and came to the elder of Ziyun Peak: "Elder Sun! Everyone is here!"

Sun Changyu glanced at them with a disdainful look, and after a sneer on his lips, he said: "First, organize twenty people at the third level of Qi Refining to go in!"

"Yes!"

Li Shangxian stepped on the flying sword and did not give the spirit plant husbands a chance to make the decision. He picked out twenty people from the crowd.

Soon, he led them to a mountain stream not far away.

The water was gurgling and the smoke was lingering.

It was like a fairyland on earth.

Li Shangxian pointed to the cliff ahead and ordered: "Go in."

"Shangxian, this is the wall..."

"I'm only going to say it once, enter or die!"

Deterrence is always the simplest and fastest way.

There were still thousands of people behind him, and Li Shangxian had no time to talk nonsense with these spiritual masters.

Among the crowd, Li Fu came from Guchenfang City and was among the first to accept his fate.

At this time, he swallowed, subconsciously clenched his fists hard, and finally took a step forward.

Just as they were about to approach the cliff, seven or eight figures suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Li Fu took a closer look:

These monsters have multiple pairs of compound eyes and heads as big as elephants, but their bodies are as dry as firewood!

With extremely fast speed and sharp claws, they were about to tear through everyone's Tianling Cap. Several sword energy shot out, instantly piercing the heads of these seven or eight evil spirits.

In shock, Li Fu turned around and glanced at Li Shangxian, but the other person had a cold face and said: "Come in!"

Finally, the group of people braved the situation and came to the cliff.

They slowly reached out their hands and tried to touch.

But in the next moment, a huge attraction pulled them in instantly.

In the blink of an eye, twenty monks at the third level of Qi Refining disappeared into the cliff.

Li Shangxian witnessed all this and frowned:

"The attraction to the third level of Qi Refining is getting bigger and bigger. It seems that the restrictions inside have indeed consumed a lot!"

With at most ten more batches, we can enter the fourth level of Qi Refining!