Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

Among the four golden elixirs, he is the most promising Peak Master of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

It was originally expected that the entire Qingyang Sect would take that crucial step and achieve the supreme golden elixir.

However, after so many years, an unknown peak master took over first. Although there was no competition between them, they were as proud as they were and couldn't accept it from the bottom of their hearts.

Chen Mo took a deep breath.

The expression on his face also seemed a little uncomfortable.

He hesitated for a long time, and finally asked: "How much spiritual rice is needed for the insect plague that swept the entire Qingyang Sect! How did the ancestors agree?"

Song Yunxi also had a look of helplessness on his face: "Brother Chen, I know you are unhappy, so why are the others?"

"Then why?"

"Golden elixir! It's still golden elixir."

Song Yunxi, who had always been playful and flirtatious, became more serious at this moment.

He continued: "Do you know what a golden elixir means to an immortal sect?"

powerful?

Invincible?

However, Chen Mo did not answer.

"If Qingyang Sect loses these golden elixirs, it will definitely be annexed by other immortal sects in a few months at most. All its spiritual veins and resources will be plundered. Even us monks who refine Qi and build foundations will either be If you enter the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, you will either be sent into a fight between countries, or you will become a dead warrior exploring the caves of ancient immortals like those spiritual planters..."

The more Chen Mo listened, the deeper his frown deepened.

He had never heard anyone say these remarks before.

The peace and tranquility that I thought I should enjoy for granted actually came from the shock of the Qingyang Sect's Jindan ancestor.

"Brother Song, is the spiritual world really so cruel?" Chen Mo finally asked.

However, the other party smiled bitterly: "You and I are like babies in swaddling clothes. Even if I have lived for fifty years, I have never left the scope of Qingyang Sect? I have never even traveled to Pingdu Continent. ”

He still didn't say the rest.

Zhu Xiaofang, his childhood sweetheart, didn't even mention a word of the words he used to encourage him.

In Song Yunxi's view, it was helpless, but there was a tall man who could hold up the sky when it fell.

They just need to enjoy all this with peace of mind!

Chen Mo did not stay in the Song Mansion for long. He hurried back to Lingtian and made preparations in advance before the insect disaster really came.

The aphids all over the sky have their own owners, so it is difficult to kill them all. Otherwise, once they attract the attention of the Bai Ji Zhu, even his master may not be able to protect him!

Nongyang Puppet, Chen Mo, and Xiao Kang all went into battle and began to harvest thirty acres of spiritual vegetables in the field.

When the green leaf orchid and yellow spirit grass flowers were piled into the storage ring, he felt relieved!

Among the thousands of acres of spiritual fields in Baishefang City, the golden Linghuang rice is really beautiful.

As autumn gets closer, the harvest is just around the corner!

The surrounding spirit planters are also in a good mood, and they are looking forward to a good harvest after the harvest matures in the past few days.

Farming is not easy, especially for spiritual farmers like them.

After working hard for half a life, he could only struggle to have enough food and clothing. Taxes, rents, and even output were all controlled by the Qingyang Sect, and there was no chance to break this endless cycle.

Watching the Linghuang rice in the field mature.

That plague of insects that covered the sky, engulfed the soul, and made all the spiritual cultivators breathless! It's coming!

Locust swarms filled the sky, and they flew over in a black mass. Wherever they went, not a single blade of grass grew in the ground!

Ling Zhifu, who originally planned to harvest, sacrificed his Gengjin Finger with all his strength, hoping to recover some losses. But those who are not strong enough and only know Flame Palm? After struggling for a moment, he could only watch helplessly as the spiritual rice he had worked so hard to grow for a year was eaten away by insects.

A small disaster occurs every three years and a major disaster occurs every ten years.

But it has only been seven years since the last insect disaster!

It only took Lingzhifu two or three years to pay off all his debts!

Before they even had time to redeem a few more Qi-nourishing pills, they were knocked back to their original form and reduced to dispensable, struggling pariahs.

Chen Mo stood in the field, with thunderous buzzing insects in front of him and the remaining twenty acres of spiritual rice behind him.

The insect plague quickly rushed towards his spiritual field!

He used his flying sword to tear open the swarm of insects in the sky with his own strength.

It cut through an unreachable vacuum zone, preventing a large number of aphids from invading the spiritual field behind it.

Qushui Shadow Array.

Xiaokang, very busy.

Although large numbers of aphids could not invade the spiritual field, sporadic insects still flew in.

It ran back and forth, eating one bite at a time, desperately eating!

The food is so good these days!

To Xiao Kang, these bugs are like jelly beans, delicious.

Outside the Lingtian, several Lingzhifus saw the scene of Chen Moyifu standing in the way of thousands of people. At this moment, they realized what the real relationship between the real Lingzhihus and the Qingyang Sect disciples who were experiencing life was. What a big gap.

The brave ones rushed to Chen Mo and asked him to help save the spiritual field.

One or two monks who were not yet desperate placed their hopes on Chen Mo.

Seven years ago!

Chen Mo had no strength and could only seize one-third of an acre of land he planted.

Seven years later, Chen Mo could easily kill these aphids.

It also easily protected nearly twenty acres of land!

But he still didn't take action after all.

In the eyes of those spiritual plant husbands, he was so unkind. After being neighbors for so many years, he was unwilling to help with this little favor.

So what?

They didn't know, but Chen Mo knew very well.

The more times he made a move, the greater the possibility of being targeted by Bai Zhirou!

The insect plague eroded the White Snake Market like a tide, and a year's achievements were destroyed on this day!

Some people covered their faces and cried, some beat their chests and stamped their feet, and some pointed at the sky and cursed...

Song Yunxi stood in the House of the Master of the House, and all kinds of information flew in like pieces of paper, but he? What can he do?

What can the masters of the other 33 houses do?

The insect plague that covered the sky and the sun flew faster and faster, flying from Huangyun Peak to Ziyun Peak...

In an uninhabited mountain forest, it became smaller and smaller, and finally flew into Bai Zhirou's gourd.

Just as she set off and prepared to rush to the next fairy peak to harvest, a figure floated in and blocked her way.

Li Chunfeng, dressed in green, carrying a long sword, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, stood in front of Bai Zhirou and said coldly: "You have plundered so many resources, but you are still struggling at the ninth level of foundation building. It's ridiculous, ridiculous!"

"You!"

Seven years ago, when they met, Bai Zhirou always looked at each other with disdain.

But seven years later, she is still at the ninth level of foundation building, while Li Chunfeng has already reached the golden elixir!

This made her unable to speak even if she had a thousand reasons!

"It has been more than ten years, and there has been no breakthrough. I will suggest to the ancestor to take back your golden jade gourd!"

"No!" Bai Zhirou's heart trembled instantly!