Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

"I hope it will work this time..."

General Six glanced at Jian San, who understood and pulled out a sword from his back and threw it over.

The general did not reach out to catch it, but directly rushed towards the flood of Motai Mountain with the divine sword.

This sword cut down, and the flood was divided into two.

Then the flood began to pour down to both sides of the sword as if a huge gap appeared.

General Six used a sword, but he never had a sword in his hand.

Unlike General Three, he did not like to use any magic weapon. Although it could make the cultivator's fighting power stronger, it was fake and not conducive to the improvement of his own strength.

Of course, General Six never looked down on anyone who used a magic weapon.

It was just a different path, and there was no difference in superiority.

The flood dissipated.

Those who had managed to survive in Motai Mountain finally got a respite.

Zhuang Changsi embraced Qin Xi, who had fallen into a coma, fed him a Qi-restoring pill, untied his clothes, and helped him protect his heart and refine it.

Just now, she had spent a lot of effort to swim to Motai Peak and find the other party.

At that time, Qin Xi was already exhausted.

If she hadn't acted in time, she would have been buried in the flood.

Ziyun Peak.

Miao Chen and He Zhiping woke up slowly.

They did not feel any relief after surviving the disaster. Instead, they looked at the ruined giant bone spirit rice and the woman floating out of the house, and almost cried.

"Our lives are so miserable."

...

Survived the disaster.

The huge immortal gate turned into ruins.

The spiritual plants planted on Motai Peak for many years were destroyed.

Fengling Moss, Earth Core Spark, Glazed Flower, Sirius Silver Frost and other fourth-level spiritual plants all died.

Even those second- and third-level spiritual plants with less harsh growth conditions were not spared... The only thing to be thankful for was that Song Yunxi acted early enough.

The casualties of the disciples in the immortal gate were not particularly heavy.

Motai Mountain has returned to peace.

Chen Mo, who had already fled, also recovered from Song Yunxi's disappearance.

More than a decade ago, he returned from the secret realm and brought him the "Nerve of Agriculture", which made him know that the spiritual plant has a long history and can be traced back to ancient times.

With the help of the Sun Book, he deduced the golden elixir and Yuanying period of Huaishan Yangqigong.

It also made his strength reach a higher level.

Later, in crises again and again, it was also relying on the green and red snake monster and him that they were able to turn danger into safety, break through the Yuanying all the way, and strengthen Motai Mountain.

Even the surrounding immortal gates have the intention of coming as a vassal.

Chen Mo didn't know where Song Yunxi went, but he knew that the other party would not come back.

Of the three people who fled to the mysterious cave, he was the only one left.

At this time, the green and red snake monster swam from the distant mountains.

The body comparable to half a town stood upright, and the huge head stared at Chen Mo.

"It seems to be over." The red snake demon spoke in human language.

Over the years, he has been used to relying on spiritual resonance and rarely spoke. But at this moment, for some reason, perhaps only speaking can better express his emotions.

"Well, it should be."

Chen Mo nodded.

"The other people are still there."

"They should be waiting for me."

"Then are you going back?"

Chen Mo looked in the direction of Motai Mountain and said, "Go!"

With a cloud and a flying sword, the huge body of the green and red snake demon quickly shrank and wrapped around his left and right arms.

At the same time, Ouyang Dongqing, who had left, had also returned.

He looked at the devastated immortal gate, and a ball of fire ignited in his hand, instantly burning the talisman that had been prepared into ashes.

The old turtle poked his head out from the ground.

Even though he heard the call of his master, he made sure that there was no danger, and then called the monsters of all sizes in the Changge Spirit Pond to come out.

Xiao Kang hovered above his head, wailing loudly.

Dou stood on the old turtle's head with one foot, and his aura was even more majestic, as if he was annoyed by the name of the beast.

The red flame tiger and the blood deer lion no longer lived up to their original arrogance. This rout also made them feel their own weakness. However, the black pig monster and the hyena monster were used to being at the bottom, and they didn't seem to be uncomfortable.

As for the ghost-faced fox, the nine-headed strange bird, and the new kitten hidden in the old turtle's arms, they were still confused and didn't know what kind of crisis they had just experienced.

If it is said that the appearance of Gu Xianzhi broke Mo Taishan's cognition of Yuanying.

The three generals' actions made them realize how ridiculous the so-called immortal gate in Pingduzhou was!

No wonder the huge Qingyang Sect was destroyed at that time.

In front of high-level cultivators, what is the difference between them and mortals?

...

Half an hour later.

Chen Mo returned to Mo Taishan.

On Mo Tai Peak, only the flowers transplanted from Nian Yu Sect at that time still remained sporadically.

This flower, which is neither a spiritual plant nor a weed, seems to have the strongest vitality.

He did not return to the Immortal Gate, but went straight to the Sixth General.

As soon as they met, he clasped his hands together and said, "Greetings, General!"

"Do you know who I am?"

Chen Mo shook his head.

He didn't know who the other party was, or which general it was, but he was sure that the only one who could have an equal conversation with the Third General could be another general.

This middle-aged man who looked ordinary and liked to hold a book in his hand closed the book and said with a smile, "Introduce yourself."

He took the initiative to extend his hand, as if to shake hands with him.

Chen Mo was surprised for a moment.

Where is such etiquette in the cultivation continent?

But why is this so familiar?

"Oh, I forgot. This is the etiquette of the mortal world." The other party smiled indifferently, clasped his hands and said: "I am Zhang Jie."

"Zhang Jie?"

Such an ordinary name.

Ordinary to the point of being a little out of place.

"You can also call me by my name." Zhang Jie raised the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly, "But no one else knows this name, I only tell you."

Chen Mo felt a little puzzled.

But he still nodded woodenly.

However, Zhang Jie did not speak, but gently hooked his fingers, and the Zhenlong Sword hidden in Chen Mo's sleeve suddenly made a dragon roar.

It flew out of the scabbard and drew a residual image in the air.

At this moment, it was like a dragon going out to sea, and it was accompanied by a residual image in the air.

Chen Mo watched all this and felt something was wrong!

Although the Zhenlong Sword was not refined by him, it had been with him for so many years and had already communicated with him.

He used it countless times, but did not show any strange phenomenon.

Why did it become a part of the opponent before it entered the opponent's hand, just like a tired bird returning to its nest?

Could it be that this is the strength of the general?

"The general uses a sword?" Chen Mo suddenly realized.

"Yes, he uses a sword but without a sword."

"May I ask what the general's name is?"

Zhang Jie's hand trembled, and the Zhenlong Sword was in his hand.

He gently stroked the sword and said, "Old friend, long time no see."

The next moment, he smiled and raised his head and said, "Eight thousand years ago, they called me Sword Seventeen." (End of this chapter)