Cultivating the Dao, Starting with Farming

Under the vast starry sky, the long and pitiful call of the Nine Nether Kun Whale echoed, and the sound contained endless sadness. The Netherworld Qi surged fiercely, as if in response to its cry, and the entire sea area was enveloped in a depressing atmosphere. middle.

Looking at this scene, Li Mu frowned and couldn't figure out why.

With the innate magical power of identifying all spirits, I only obtained the attributes of the Nine Nether Kunjing and poor adverbials, but could not find out its roots.

Xueer felt compassion. She thought of her ethnic group that had been exterminated and her mother who sacrificed to protect her. Her eyes showed deep sympathy and sadness, as if she could feel the heart of Jiuyou Kunjing. of pain.

"Brother Li, I want to help it!"

Xue'er looked at Li Mu, her eyes flashing with pleading, and signaled.

"Well, if you can communicate with it smoothly, you can try it and understand what it needs and why it is like this!" Li Mu nodded and gestured.

Xue'er nodded happily, closed her eyes and cast the spell again.

Soon, with Xiao Bai's cooperation, the Kun Whale clone let out a long cry, using Xue'er's emotional power, trying to have a deeper communication with the Nine Nether Kun Whale.

The Nine Nether Kun Whale perked up and responded with long calls. Those long calls contained endless sadness, helplessness and hope, as if they were telling the story of the experiences of its tribe and the mystery of the changes in this star field.

Xueer listened attentively, trying hard to understand the message conveyed by the Nine Nether Kunjing.

The two Nine Nether Kun Whales began to communicate with each other in the air. After a while, Xueer finished casting the spell. She opened her eyes, her eyebrows furrowed and her expression became heavy.

"Brother Li, that kun whale said that something happened to the inheritance place of their clan. A large number of members died. It escaped from the inheritance place and hopes to follow us!"

Xueer looked at Li Mu and told the origin of the Nine Nether Kun Whale.

"A large number of eighth-order Nine Nether Kun Whales died! What's going on? Ask it clearly!"

Li Mu was startled when he heard the news, and his expression became solemn. Realizing the seriousness of the problem, he hurriedly asked.

Xue'er nodded, closed her eyes again, and concentrated on communicating with the Nine Nether Kun Whale.

During the long cry, the Nine Nether Kunwhale's mood became even more excited. It described in detail the mutation that occurred in the inheritance place. An unknown, destructive force suddenly emerged, causing the death of a large number of group members, and it was one of the few survivors. One, escaped in the chaos.

After a while, Xueer finished casting the spell and responded solemnly: "Brother Li, it said that a powerful unknown force suddenly appeared in the inheritance land. That force was so terrifying that it destroyed their tribe almost overnight. In the land of inheritance, a large number of ethnic groups died in that disaster. It was one of the few members who escaped. Now their group survivors are few and fragmented. It hopes to follow us to find other survivors and rebuild the group. "

"Destructive power? What kind of power is that? Could it be the root cause of the spiritual energy failure in this region?"

Li Mu's mind was greatly shaken, and he related it to the exhaustion of spiritual energy. The emergence of this unknown and destructive force may not only be a disaster for the Jiuyou Kunwhale group, but also a huge threat to the entire star field.

Li Mu couldn't imagine how majestic it was to have the power to kill a large number of eighth-order kun whales at once? However, when he thought of the reasons why the spiritual energy in this area began to decline, he couldn't help but attribute it to one thing.

"If we can go to the inheritance place of the Nine Nether Kunjing and explore it, we might be able to solve the mystery of the source of the spiritual energy failure in this area." Li Mu couldn't help but murmured a guess after an idea came to him.

"Brother Li, are we going to such a dangerous place?" Xue'er couldn't help but be dumbfounded when she heard this, her worry was palpable. She really didn't want Li Mu to take the risk of exploring such a dangerous place.

Li Mu smiled and shook his head. The thought of exploring the root cause flashed in his eyes, but then he suppressed the thought rationally.

Li Mu laughed and mocked himself: "Don't worry, Xue'er. I know myself. That is a power that the entire eighth-order Nine Nether Kun Whales group cannot resist. How can I, a mere Void Refining monk, be qualified to go to such a dangerous place?" , If the sky falls, there will be someone taller to hold it up. Let the Fusion monks and Daojun monks explore this kind of thing!"

"Our current strength is not enough to get involved in that kind of dangerous field." Li Mu looked at Xue'er and said seriously: "Our current task is to leave this star field as soon as possible and pass on this news to more capable people. The monks and forces know this and work together to deal with this upcoming crisis."

Hearing this, Xueer couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. She couldn't help but feel reassured that Li Mu could think so rationally. She nodded happily and agreed.

"Be careful when you inquire about the exact whereabouts of the Kun Whale group's inheritance." Li Mu glanced at the Nine Nether Kun Whale and reminded Xueer: "The Nine Nether Kun Whale's innate magical power makes them The location of the inheritance place is integrated into your bloodline when you are born. When you communicate with it, try to be circumstantial and don't ask directly to avoid arousing its vigilance. "

Suddenly, another thought flashed through Li Mu's mind, and he continued: "Also, the Nine Nether Kunwhales are the overlords of this star field. They have traveled in this star field for countless years, and they may know the secrets of the Dark Spirit Star. Location. If possible, try to ask it about the location of the Dark Spirit Star."

"Well, Brother Li, I know what to do!" Xue'er was smart and understood everything at once. She nodded happily.

Soon, Xue'er closed her eyes, and her demonic power surged. She cast a spell again, letting Xiaobai cooperate and control the Kun whale clone to continue communicating with the Nine Nether Kun whale in the distance.

The two Nine Nether Kun whales cried in unison, and the huge netherworld power rippled, as if an invisible storm had been set off in the depths of the star field.

Xue'er concentrated on casting the spell, exuding the unique bloodline magical power of the Nine-tailed Sky Fox, and exerted the power of temptation with all her strength. Her mind was closely connected with Xiaobai and the Nine Nether Kun whale in the distance. Every subtle emotional fluctuation and every tremor of the netherworld power could not escape her perception.

Xue'er carefully probed, trying to perceive and extract the location of the inheritance land and the Dark Spirit Star from the response of the Nine Nether Kun Whale and her emotions.

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Just when Li Mu, Xue'er and others were lost in the shadowy dark area and were trying hard to return, a major event happened in Qiling Star, Zhongzhou Spiritual Region, Xuantian Sword Sect.

In Xuantian Sword Sect, Wenjian Square, suddenly, the spirit bell hanging above the sword tower suddenly rippled violently, and a rapid and heavy bell sounded suddenly, breaking the tranquility of the sect.

This early warning spirit bell will only be struck when Xuantian Sword Sect encounters a major crisis or a high-level change. Its sound is like thunder, shaking the entire Xuantian Sword Sect and every disciple of the sect.

In the sect, whether it is the elders who are practicing in seclusion or the disciples who are studying swordsmanship, they are all alarmed at this moment. They walked out of the practice room and the sword hall one after another, with a look of surprise on their faces, looking in the direction of the alarm bell, and an ominous premonition spread in everyone's heart.

Ding!

Ding!

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The clear and melodious sound of the alarm bell, every time it rings, is like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of the sect members. It is not a simple bell ringing, but a warning, a foreshadowing.

The three rings of the bell mean that the core area of ​​the sect has been invaded, and the disciples need to prepare to fight and defend this holy land of cultivation on which they depend for survival.

When the alarm bell rings five times, the meaning is even more serious, which means that the important resources and secret treasures of the sect are being plundered, or important sect buildings are destroyed.

Six rings, seven rings..., each additional ring of the bell means that the severity of the situation has risen to a higher level.

Eight rings, the sect has a supreme elder, a hall master level figure who has died.

Nine rings, the sect has a combined sword elder who has died.

Ten rings, the sect's important inheritance has been lost.

Eleven rings, the whole sect is ready to fight to the death.

Twelve rings, a core figure at the level of sword master has died.

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The disciples began to panic, and some of the young people among them even began to tremble, because they had never experienced such a crisis.

The older disciples began to recall the dark moments in the history of the sect. They knew that this crisis might be more serious than any previous one.

When the alarm bell rang nine times, the entire sect had fallen into chaos. The elders began to summon all the disciples. Their voices were hoarse and their eyes were full of anxiety. They knew that this crisis might be related to the survival of the sect.

At this moment, the alarm bell had already rang nine times, and it did not stop, and continued to climb to a more terrifying number.

Ten rings meant that a high-level monk at the level of Sword Master in the sect had encountered an accident. Their fall was undoubtedly a huge blow to the sect. However, the buzzing bells continued to ring, breaking the record of Xuantian Sword Sect for thousands of years.

Eleven rings, twelve rings,... Every bell sounded like a death warrant, making the hearts of the sect members rise to their throats.

Finally, when the alarm bell rang for the thirteenth time, the entire sect seemed to be shrouded in a dead silence, and everyone held their breath and waited for the worst news.

The thirteenth bell may represent what they are most reluctant to face - the foundation of the sect may be experiencing unprecedented shaking.

The disciples and elders of Xuantian Sword Sect looked at each other with unbelievable expressions in their eyes. They were pale and their breathing became heavy.

"What...what's going on?" A young disciple asked in a trembling voice, his eyes full of fear and confusion.

"Oh my God! Thirteen bells! Who died?"

"Did the sect master die? How is this possible?"

"No way! The sect master has a great cultivation and has been a Taoist for thousands of years. Who can kill him?"

"It is impossible that the sect master died. Could it be that there is something wrong with the bell spirit!"

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Discussions arose everywhere, and panic and uneasiness spread among the disciples, like an invisible storm, sweeping across the entire Xuantian Sword Sect.

The elders at the scene frowned, trying to find answers from each other's eyes, but everyone's eyes were panicked and confused. Obviously, the sudden thirteen alarm bells broke all their expectations and assumptions.

"Everyone, be quiet for a moment!" Sword Master Chen's voice suddenly sounded, like thunder breaking through the sky, suppressing the discussion of the crowd, and asked sternly: "Where is Elder Yan?"

Just as Sword Master Chen finished speaking, an elder of the sect hurriedly flew out of the Patriarch's Hall, his face full of sorrow, and announced in public: "The soul lamp of Taoist Master Qinghong has gone out, he, he has passed away!"

"What!"

"How is this possible!"

...

This news was like a thunder, instantly exploding throughout the Xuantian Sword Sect.

Qinghong Daojun was one of the only two Daojuns with the highest cultivation in Xuantian Sword Sect. His death was undoubtedly a terrible blow to Xuantian Sword Sect. The elders changed color one after another. Some of them even took a few steps back. They were all frightened by the news. Their faces were pale, as if they thought of something terrible.

In the square, thousands of young disciples of the sect were even more shocked. They had all heard of Qinghong Daojun's reputation and even worshipped him as a god. Now, they suddenly heard the news of his death, and they were all at a loss.

This news was like a bolt from the blue, making the entire Xuantian Sword Sect unable to bear its weight for a while.

"Qinghong Daojun, how could it be possible..."

Sword Master Chen muttered to himself, his eyes full of disbelief. His hands were clenched into fists, and his body trembled slightly. It was obvious that he was trying his best to suppress the grief and shock in his heart.

Thousands of people were flying swords in the huge sect square, but at this moment, they fell into a dead silence, with only the echo of the alarm bell, which lingered in the air for a long time.

Tens of thousands of disciples and elders of Xuantian Sword Sect were collectively immersed in great grief. They could not imagine that the powerful man who once protected the entire sect had now fallen. For a moment, they could not accept this fact.

The atmosphere of the entire Xuantian Sword Sect was extremely solemn and depressing. Everyone at the scene understood that the death of Qinghong Daojun was not only his personal tragedy, but also a major blow to the entire Xuantian Sword Sect.

The tens of thousands of years of inheritance of Xuantian Sword Sect was in danger!

Qinghong Daojun, as one of the two major pillars of the sect, his existence was the fundamental guarantee for Xuantian Sword Sect to occupy the richest spiritual land in the entire Zhongzhou Spiritual Domain, and it was also the spiritual pillar in the hearts of countless disciples of the sect. His death caused this first sword sect that lasted for tens of thousands of years to have an unprecedented crisis out of thin air.

"Call back all the true disciples who are training outside, and use the flying sword to call back Sword Master Xiao, Sword Master Ye, and other Sword Elders who are outside, and be ready to start the sect protection formation at any time to welcome the upcoming war." Sword Master Chen flew to the center of the square, and his voice was as loud as a swan, shocking the minds of everyone present.

"The death of Daojun Qinghong is a pain we cannot accept, but grief cannot make us sink. The inheritance of Xuantian Sword Sect for tens of thousands of years cannot be cut off in our generation!" Sword Master Chen shouted resolutely with a sad face.

"Yes!" All the disciples responded in unison, their voices shook the sky, and their swords were majestic. They turned their grief into strength and were determined to protect the sect at the cost of their lives. (End of this chapter)