Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

The changes gradually faded away.

Xiao Kang and Xiao Jin, who appeared out of nowhere, stood beside Chen Mo again, staring at the three-legged monster in front of him that he had abused over and over again.

Originally only more than two meters tall, after breakthroughs and blood transfusions, it has now reached nearly four meters.

Although there is still a big gap between him and Xiao Kang, it is already enough to stand out from the crowd.

However, what he couldn't accept the most was that the other party had dark red blood flowers blooming on his body, which was the same color as his feathers!

How could he tolerate this?

Seeing that he was about to peck again, Dou roared with a fierce look in his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, he pounced on his lifelong "enemy".

"Blood awakening! It's getting stronger again!" Chen Mo muttered as he looked at the scene in front of him.

At this time, he actually had the idea that humans were not as good as monsters.

Humans can only break through a few small realms after practicing for ten or a hundred years, but once monsters awaken their blood, they will almost undergo a qualitative change.

[Blood transfusion] and [Spirit gathering] are both talents that cause qualitative changes!

"Crack! Crack!"

Faced with another provocation, Xiao Kang was not willing to be outdone. He used his unparalleled speed to move around and attack Dou's body.

But soon, the chicken found the problem.

The last moment, no matter where he pecked, the wound would heal quickly in almost an instant, without even a trace left!

Seeing this, the little dragon wrapped around Xiao Kang's neck also swallowed ice and fire on Dou's body.

The ice and fire inherited from the green snake demon did cause him damage, but he soon recovered as before!

How to fight this?

Xiao Kang became more and more depressed the more he pecked, so he simply ignored it and ran away without a trace.

In the entire Changge Spirit Pond, except for the red snake demon's consciousness that could lock onto this chicken, other monsters had no idea of ​​catching up with his shadow.

Including Dou! Including Chen Mo!

"Roar!"

Dou's roar became deeper and more powerful. Chen Mo stepped forward and asked softly, "Magic power?"

The other party looked a little confused, as if he didn't understand it very well.

However, this recovery ability, even if it is not a magical power, is very terrifying.

Chen Mo patted Dou's body: "I'm in a good mood today, I'll make you a big meal."

Before the word "meal" was finished, a tremor came, followed by the ghost-like voice of the old turtle:

"Big meal, big meal, where is the big meal? Don't forget Lao Liu!"

"..."

...

Two days later.

Chen Mo received a message from Concubine Tan Tai, asking him to go to Beiyue City.

The matter of establishing a sect encountered considerable resistance.

After Nie Yuanzhi's words, he also pointed out Mo Wang's identity, which made Chen Mo unconsciously fall into deep thought.

He clearly remembered that Mo Junqing was accepted as a closed disciple by Tu Renlong, the Jindan ancestor of Qingyang Sect. If he really achieved such an achievement after being possessed by Jindan, then the other party is very likely Tu Renlong!

In this way, the other party has a reason for not handing over the photo beads and giving up Qingyang Peak.

Chen Mo thought for a long time, he was thinking about how to express his inference!

"Brother Nie, are you saying that he is a Jindan who possesses another body?"

"Yes!"

"Do you have his portrait?"

"What do you want this for?" Nie Yuanzhi was a little puzzled.

Chen Mo pondered for a while and said: "If he is really the Qingyang Sect's Jindan, then the person he possessed is naturally a disciple of the Qingyang Sect. As far as I know, there are still many low-level spiritual plant husbands in the Qingyang Sect. Why don't we take his portrait and ask to see if anyone can recognize him?"

Nie Yuanzhi's eyes lit up!

This is a good idea.

"I'll send someone to get a copy of his portrait!"

"Then leave this to me!"

"Thank you, Brother Chen!"

"I should be the one to tell you this!"

Mo Wang's portrait is easy to get. If he didn't want to reveal his identity, Chen Mo could draw it himself.

And the reason why he acted alone is also very clear!

He knew where to go and who to find!

…

Under the Purple Cloud Peak.

He Zhiping turned around, patted the woman's butt on the bed, and motioned her to move.

Now, his life has improved.

There is no drought, no insect plague, and even in recent years, there is no one to collect grain taxes. They can collect as much grain as they plant!

In addition, the yield and effect of the improved giant bone spirit rice are very good. In the past five years, he has also broken through from the second level of Qi Refining to the sixth level of Qi Refining. The speed is so fast that he himself feels incredible.

Occasionally, he would chat with his good friend Miao Chen, sighing that life has become better and the family has gradually had surplus food, while recalling the past times.

Every time they recall, they can't help but think of a former neighbor.

And when they think of him, they will eat a few more bites of meat and drink a few more sips of wine.

Everyone has their own destiny!

No matter how much you lick, what if you lick the abbot?

In the end, you still die?

Look at them again?

They have a house, a spiritual field, and now a Taoist partner. They all live a life of revelry every day. It's so comfortable!

Moreover, their realm is constantly improving.

"What are you doing!" The female cultivator said angrily.

"Get out of the way. I'm going to have a drink with Brother Miao."

After saying that, regardless of whether the other party was cold or not, she directly opened the quilt, got out of bed, dressed, opened the door and left.

At this moment, Miao Chen was weeding in the field. Mu of giant bone spiritual rice grew neatly. It looked like this year would be another bumper year.

"Old Miao, why are you still working so hard?" He Zhiping walked to the other side's field with his hands behind his back.

Miao Chen knew who was coming without even looking up: "If you have a good life, you must cherish it! We are not like some people who can't even think about the blessings!"

People are like this.

Once you hate someone, his existence will be faintly revealed between the lines.

Even if you haven't seen each other for more than ten years, you will still be resentful in your heart.

"That's right! Look at the two of us, we are now at the sixth level of Qi Refining. We will definitely be able to build a foundation before the age of fifty or forty-five!"

"Of course!" Miao Chen straightened up and burned it with the flame in his palm, and then wiped the sweat from his forehead, "We are much stronger than the dead Chen Mo! If it were him, could he break through the fourth realm in five years? I don't think he will be able to build a foundation in his lifetime!"

He Zhiping agreed deeply: "That's right..."

Before he finished speaking, their bodies suddenly became firm.

Then their consciousness began to become confused.

After Chen Mo explained to the Red Snake Demon, he came to the two and placed Mo Junqing's portrait in front of them.

"These two! I haven't seen them for almost ten years, but they still miss me!"

Chen Mo laughed at himself. Of course, he knew what the so-called "missing" meant.

But now, there was no need for him to bother with them.

"Remember after me! He is Mo Junqing, who was once a disciple of Li Chunfeng, the master of Ziyun Peak, and the most talented cultivator in Ziyun Peak. On the day of foundation building, he was accepted as a closed disciple by Tu Renlong, the supreme elder of Qingyang Sect. The whole Ziyun Peak knows this clearly."