Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

Chen Mo looked strange, and the red snake demon showed a trace of anger, but he was not a bloodthirsty monster, so he gave him a lesson.

Soon, the controlled cultivator gradually recovered, but the pain brought by his spiritual consciousness made him still curl up, and his expression was indescribably painful.

"How many cultivators are there in Zi... Liaojiagou?"

"Thirty-one including me."

"How strong are they?"

"Except for Liao Lao Da, Kong Lao Er, and Zhang Lao San who are in the foundation-building realm, the others are in the Qi-refining realm."

The strength configuration is much worse than that of the original Ziyun Peak, but the foundation-building realm still has the final say. It's just that there were thousands of disciples on Ziyun Peak, but now there are only thirty-one left.

It's still very sad that such a big family business is gone.

Since the so-called Liao Lao Da is only at the fifth level of foundation-building, it is not much different from the plan in Chen Mo's mind. At least with the green and red snake demons, Ziyun Peak will definitely be ruled by him!

"Let's go, take me to see your boss Liao."

"Boss Liao is receiving a distinguished guest from Shennong Sect, no outsiders are allowed to enter." The controlled cultivator revealed a shocking news without any expression.

This made Chen Mo, who was originally confident, stop instantly.

Shennong Sect cultivator?

Why is there a Shennong Sect cultivator here?

What cultivation level? What are they doing here?

All these questions cannot be answered!

"Fellow Daoist Hong, can you sense other cultivators on Ziyun Peak?"

'I'll try. 'The red snake demon did not refuse, and saw him slowly close a pair of inverted triangle snake eyes, and the snake letter in his mouth was unconsciously hesitant.

After a while, he opened his eyes and said:

'I sensed the breath of four foundation-building people, one of whom is no less than me. '

As soon as these words came out, Chen Mo frowned: "Did he find you?"

'No, his consciousness is not as good as mine. '

No, it's good.

Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

He really didn't expect that the outside world was not as peaceful as he thought.

The disciples of Shennong Sect did not really leave, but lurked in the major immortal peaks in this way.

But Chen Mo had just asked those people in the White Snake Village, and he had not heard of the disciples of Shennong Sect!

Could it be?

"When did the disciple of Shennong Sect come?"

"Around the Mao hour today."

Only three hours?

Chen Mo suddenly realized!

If he came today, then the other party should have just come out of the secret realm. If so, the disciple of Shennong Sect would not stay for too long.

"Fellow Daoist Hong, we don't have to take risks. We can wait for the cultivator to leave before making further plans."

'If fellow Daoist Chen wants to get rid of him, I can call Qing'er, and the two of us should be able to work together. '

The red snake demon is really smart and considerate.

"No! You and Madam Qing can't take risks." Chen Mo shook his head again and again.

He knew what his basic base was, and there was no need to take such risks! I have waited for two years, and I still care about these few days?

'It's up to you. ’

“Let’s find a market place and stay there first.”

‘Okay. ’

Chen Mo led the Red Snake Demon, Xiao Kang, and Xiao Jin and turned to leave.

As for the controlled cultivator, after they left, he suddenly seemed to wake up from a dream, and had no memory of what had just happened.

…

On the Purple Cloud Peak.

He Jiayin sat at the banquet, and Liao Lao Da and Kong Lao Er sat on both sides.

These two casual cultivators who occupied the mountain as kings were holding ox horn cups on the surface, and drank one cup after another cheerfully, but they were extremely nervous in their hearts!

These are disciples of Shennong Sect!

Such a large Qingyang Sect was destroyed by them, how dare they offend cultivators of this status?

What’s more, the opponent’s strength is there, I’m afraid that as long as they say something wrong, they can easily crush them to death!

Now, the cultivators of Liaojiagou are smiling, but they just want the other party to leave quickly in their hearts.

"I...I'm talking to Boss Liao..."

"Just call me Little Liaozi." Liao Dansheng was so shocked by this address that sweat beads appeared on his forehead.

"Boss Liao!" He Jiayin's eyes were blurred, his face was flushed, and he looked drunk. This was completely different from how he looked in front of the disciples of Shennong Sect before!

If someone familiar with him saw this image, he would probably be shocked.

"I said... I said Boss Liao is... Boss Liao!"

"Okay, okay."

"I... we... Shennong Sect has hundreds of thousands of disciples. In... in Wuchi Country... they can... cause earthquakes by stomping their feet... hiccups." He Jiayin said, hugging Liao Dansheng's shoulders, "But... but, big sects... have many rules. Every... morning class, greetings, and even... they require us to go to the fields... yes! Must... must go to the fields... they say... to understand the difficulties of spiritual plant husbands. I laugh like this every day... I am so annoyed."

Liao Dansheng was sweating profusely after hearing this.

How should he respond to this?

Comfort the other party and say that Shennong Sect is not good?

If it gets out, he will die without knowing how!

Or stand on the side of Shennong Sect and comfort the other party?

I am afraid he will die now.

He Jiayin drank a lot of wine, so much that he almost emptied Liao Dansheng's stock, but he still continued to ask for wine while talking about wine.

Even the new Liaojiagou boss didn't dare to say a word to persuade him not to drink.

"Boss Liao!" He Jiayin pulled Liao Dansheng's head over and leaned against his beautiful face, "From now on, I...I will be...your...little brother! Where do you want me to go... , I... will go there!”

At this time, the other monks at the wine table were all silent, looking at their noses and hearts, pretending they heard nothing and saw nothing.

For fear of causing death.

"Either...or...this way, you...don't go back to...what the hell...Xianwu Sect, let's go! Come back to your senses with me..."

Halfway through, He Jiayin slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep leaning on Liao Dansheng's shoulder.

Quiet!

Deadly quiet.

The sound of his men swallowing saliva could even be heard in the empty peak master's hall.

Liao Dansheng carefully moved He Jiayin's head away from him. Zhang Laosan very wisely took a soft pillow and put it under his head, lying on the table.

At this moment, the clothes of the boss of Liaojiagou were completely soaked with sweat.

He looked at the sleeping He Jiayin with extremely complicated eyes.

"Boss, what should we do now?"

"Go! Bring a bed and let Senior He rest first. Lao Kong, I'll leave this place to you. I have to deal with the affairs of each village."

While talking, Liao Dansheng quickly stood up and walked out.

Just after he took the step, the other monks accompanying him also slipped out in unison, not daring to stay inside for a moment!

Will a monk on the ninth level of foundation get drunk?

What a joke!

Whoever stays inside now is in trouble! Especially what the other person just said.

No, they heard nothing.