Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

"Come, come, line up. Those who don't line up will have no food."

At Chen Mo's command, even the green and red snake monsters in the Jindan realm formed a long line at the gate of the yard.

These guys are all monsters, and they are all monsters that have exchanged blood.

Let's not talk about strength, at least their intelligence is not bad. Even the dumbest five-horned heavy lizard knows that the crystal clear food in the pot is of great benefit to it.

The red snake monster is quite graceful and let the green snake monster line up in the front.

After Chen Mo handed the five catties of spiritual rice to the other side, the green snake monster swallowed it in one gulp without saying a word.

After swallowing the spiritual rice, she didn't care about the other spiritual food on the table and swam directly to the open space to refine it.

The red snake monster did the same, but he said "thank you" very politely when he left.

The third one was naturally his "own son", Xiao Kang, who was also the leader among the monsters. Of course, Xiao Jin was also counted together.

Each person also had a pot, five catties.

These five catties of spiritual rice may not be noticeable to Xiao Kang, but they will definitely have an immediate effect on Xiao Jin and his six brothers and sisters!

At the back of the team, the old turtle stretched his head, staring at the spiritual rice in the cauldron getting less and less, and his heart became more anxious.

Originally, with his strength of the second level and fourth level, he could have ranked behind Xiao Kang, but who made him not Chen Mo's beast?

In order to prevent his master from getting angry, he had to line up at the end of the team.

Seeing that the black pig demon and the hyena demon had eaten the fragrant spiritual rice, he almost rushed up to grab it.

Finally - other demon beasts began to refine the powerful spiritual energy brought by the earth vein bamboo rice - it was his turn!

"No more." Chen Mo turned around and looked at the big cauldron, spread his hands, and said.

"Master, I am your loyal servant, a dedicated gatekeeper, you can't forget me! You can't live without me..."

Before he finished crying, a bowl of rice was stuffed into the mouth of the old turtle.

He opened his eyes wide, his eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles, and he chewed several times with his upper and lower jaws, and swallowed all five pounds of spiritual rice.

However, at the moment when these spiritual rice went into his stomach.

The old turtle, who was still very excited just now, was dumbfounded!

Suddenly, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered and dispersed into the wind, attacking him, and then a dark blue light gradually lit up on his carapace.

The realm that had been suppressed for many years was completely torn apart under the impact of the earth vein bamboo rice.

Old turtle-he broke through!

Not just one layer!

Just like the original Dou, he broke through two layers in a row!

In just a few breaths, this old thing who had lived for who knows how many years broke through from the second level fourth level to the second level sixth level, and his strength achieved a qualitative leap.

However, the next moment, he cried out "wow".

He cried miserably and heartbreakingly, and those who didn't know thought that his wife had died...

"Are you crying for joy?" Chen Mo raised his eyebrows and teased.

What this old guy thinks every day, how could he not know?

It's been more than four years, and after eating so much of his spiritual food, he's still at the second level and fourth level? How is that possible!

I don't know what kind of magic this old turtle has, but he can hold back for so long without breaking through. He's really amazing.

"Woo... woo... I broke through, I actually broke through, then when can I really become your slave!"

Thinking of this, the old turtle cried even more miserably.

Seeing that Chen Mo has already built the second level of foundation, maybe it won't take a few years or more than ten years to build the fourth level of foundation, and by then he can refine monsters for himself, change blood for himself, and awaken his magical powers.

But this breakthrough, I don't know how long it will take.

"Ah?" Chen Mo pretended to be surprised, "So you don't want to break through? Then it seems that you can't eat ground vein bamboo rice in the future!"

"You can eat it! You can eat it! You can eat it!" The old turtle wiped the tears from his eyes and hurriedly said.

He has already broken through, and if he doesn't eat it, wouldn't he lose more?

"No, no, how can I go against your wishes." Chen Mo waved his hands repeatedly.

"I..."

If it were any other normal monster, it might feel disappointed and unwilling to be rejected by its master, but what kind of monster is the old turtle?

He crawled directly to Chen Mo's feet, almost hugging his thigh.

"Go, go, go and play!"

"Promise me."

...

Beiyue City.

Nie Family.

Nie Yuanzhi, who was studying late at night, suddenly felt a trace of divine consciousness.

He frowned and was about to teach the cultivator who dared to provoke him a lesson, but as soon as he raised his hand, the figure gradually appeared and soon appeared in front of him.

"Master!"

"Tingyi?"

Nie Yuanzhi looked at the young talent in front of him, his expression was surprised at first, then happy, and finally he stepped forward excitedly and patted his shoulders heavily with both hands.

"Good! Good! You are worthy of it!"

The fourth one!

The fourth golden elixir appeared in the Nie family.

For a long time, although the three major families have been entrenched in Beiyue City, they can be regarded as a force comparable to the immortal gate, but due to the scarcity of golden elixirs and their weak strength, no family can be compared with the immortal gate.

Now, the Nie family has four golden elixirs, and in terms of top-level combat power, it has reached the level of the Ten Formation Gate!

Nie Yuanzhi did not expect that he would see the hope of the Nie family's rise in his lifetime.

"Quick! Come and tell me, what did you get in the Sword Seventeen Secret Realm?"

Li Tingyi sat down, recalled the description he had prepared long ago, and said:

"First of all, the trial, the so-called trial..."

"Let's not talk about these. It's almost a rumor outside. It's about fighting the puppet left by Jian Shiqi, right? The winner will have the opportunity to enter the secret realm?"

"More or less. There may be some differences, but it's generally like this."

"Just talk about inheritance!"

At this moment, Li Tingyi's expression became serious: "There are a total of 17 sword inheritances in the secret realm of the predecessor, and each inheritance corresponds to a sword cultivator."

"Sword cultivator?" Nie Yuanzhi frowned.

"Yes! Although I am not a sword cultivator, I was lucky enough to get an inheritance in a corner because I practiced swordsmanship before."

As he said, Li Tingyi pulled out a long sword out of thin air. The long sword was silver-white, and the hilt was as dazzling as glass.

"Top-grade magic weapon?" Nie Yuanzhi widened his eyes.

"This sword is called Chunjun, and it is one of the seventeen sword traditions. There is a hall in the secret realm, with seventeen flying swords hanging inside. Cultivators who pass the test can enter it, and whether they can be recognized by the flying swords and inherit the sword tradition depends entirely on chance!"

"Are all seventeen of them top-grade magic weapons?"

Li Tingyi smiled bitterly and shook his head: "No, there are two mid-grade treasures, three low-grade treasures, and the remaining twelve are all top-grade magic weapons."

"Treasures! There are actually top-grade treasures!" Nie Yuanzhi was very excited, and he suddenly understood why he was asked to go to the secret realm.

This is a treasure!

It can only be used by those above the Nascent Soul Realm!

"Is the mid-grade treasure still there?"

Li Tingyi sighed, and then shook his head helplessly.