I am cultivating immortality in the world of immortality

“Sure enough, the golden belt is for murder and arson.

No wonder so many people are keen on being a tribulation cultivator.

This feeling of getting fat without working is really intoxicating. "

Zhou Changwang took a deep breath and suppressed the misunderstandings in his heart.

He knows that all calamity cultivators are those who lick blood from the edge of a knife.

Although you can rob others and make a lot of profits, the risks are also extremely high. If you are not careful, you will encounter a strong enemy and be killed.

If you walk a lot at night, you will always encounter ghosts.

In the world of cultivating immortals, there are too many strong people, and everyone has more or less one or two trump cards... As the saying goes, if the road to seeking is bumpy, it is natural not to take action, so it is best not to take action.

Afterwards, Zhou Changwang put everything into the storage bag one by one, leaving only the flying sword in the end.

After playing with it admiringly, he quickly introduced his mind into it and started the sacrifice.

If you want a magical weapon to exert its due power, you must place your mind on it, and then control it with the spiritual power in your body... Only in this way can the magical weapon exert its due power.

However, Zhou Changwang now can only exert the power of one blow even if he completes the refining of the magic weapon.

After one blow, the magic weapon flew out.

Then, with the strength of his mind, it was already difficult to summon the magic weapon back. Even if he could barely summon it back, it would consume a lot of his mind.

Only when a monk's strength reaches the fourth level of the Qi training stage, and the mind undergoes transformation, can be combined with the spiritual energy and become spiritual consciousness, can he control the magic weapon to fly out and back freely, and can continuously attack the enemy like an arm. .

Zhou Changwang's mind was immersed in Feijian, constantly in tune with it, and the spiritual power in his body slowly poured into Feijian and began to warm and nourish Feijian.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

It wasn't until after burning the incense that Zhou Changwang stopped moving and put the flying sword into the storage bag again.

What he is using now is the three-day sacrificial refining method.

As long as you use your mind and mana to refine the flying sword for three days, it only takes one stick of incense every day to directly drive the magic weapon and exert its power.

Therefore, he is not in a hurry.

After putting the magic weapon away, Zhou Changwang took out a wooden box and opened it, revealing three dark seeds.

It was the three spiritual rice seeds he had obtained from Chen Yushu before.

He didn't know whether these three spiritual rice seeds were completely dead, or whether they still had a little bit of vitality left, and he just used them as a carrying tool for practicing his spells.

Putting the three seeds in front of him, with a thought, his spiritual power flowed, forming complex rune structures.

One breath, two breaths...

In less than three breaths, the crocheting of spiritual power was completed, and little bits of spiritual light gathered in his hands. ,

Birth +1

He moved forward a little.

That little bit of spiritual light fell on the three dark seeds with the wave of his fingers.

Naturally, the three seeds remained unchanged.

Zhou Changwang didn't take it seriously and continued to control his spiritual power and cast spells.

One way, two ways, three ways...

After dozens of steps, he stopped.

Taking advantage of the situation, he put three more seeds into the wooden box and placed them in the storage bag.

I have to say that with the storage bag, everything is much more convenient.

It has its own space and can be collected freely.

Convenient and fast.

The only thing that made him regretful was that the space in this storage bag was too small, about one meter cubed, and the things that could be placed were limited.

Of course, this actually satisfied him.

…

The next day, when Zhou Changwang arrived at Lingtian, he saw Lao Xu standing with a group of spiritual farmers with a gloomy face, cursing in his mouth.

Besides him, there were also many spiritual farmers with ugly faces.

Without asking, Zhou Changwang knew that someone else's spiritual field had been stolen.

But Lao Xu was very unlucky and was stolen again.

Almost every spiritual field in the ten acres of spiritual fields has been visited. This time, the losses were even more than yesterday, including three hundred kilograms of spiritual grain and two hundred and thirty kilograms of spiritual rice after shelling.

It is also worth mentioning that in addition to some people’s spiritual rice being stolen, many people’s spiritual fields also have traces of being ravaged by monsters.

One of them was the most unlucky. Almost half of the spiritual grain in an acre of spiritual field was trampled and eaten by monsters. The loss was heavy.

Zhou Changwang’s spiritual field was not spared either.

There are also traces of being trampled by monsters. A large piece of Linghe rice was crushed, and a small part was bitten off and eaten.

"This is the mark of the iron-clad pig rolling over. Depending on the situation, the one in your spiritual field weighs at least five hundred pounds."

Lao Xu just came back from the spiritual farm and saw the scene in Zhou Changwang's spiritual field. He also felt comforted and couldn't help but want to laugh. But thinking of the miserable situation in his own spiritual field, he couldn't laugh at all, so he could only say with emotion. .

“There is such a big monster on Changling Mountain?

The group of monks from Lingzhi Hall who patrol every day, are they all on vacation? "

Zhou Changwang said in a muffled voice.

He also quickly went to the fields and helped up the crushed Linghe rice plants.

Seeing those half-chewed Linghe rice made me feel even more distressed. This is the result of his hard work, facing the loess and back to the sky every day, but it was all wasted.

"Those uncles are just going through the motions every day.

How can you really bother patrolling and catching monsters for us? "

Old Xu was indignant, and then explained: "Moreover, Changling Mountain is very big, and what they patrolled was only the outermost part close to Lingtian.

Most monsters hide deeper. "

“But this spiritual rice will not be harvested for a few days, so it’s not okay to continue like this.”

Zhou Changwang frowned, and even used the rebirth technique, and a little bit of spiritual light fell on the group of Linghe rice, which actually made the group of Linghe rice that had been crushed and looked a little sluggish, glow with life, almost It stood up visibly to the naked eye.

"No.

So I just discussed with other spiritual farmers and planned to join forces to organize people to keep vigil.

There are only about 300 acres of spiritual land at the foot of Changling Mountain. Sending three or five people out is enough to protect this spiritual land.

Changwang, do you want to join us?

If you want to participate, just hand over two low-grade spiritual stones, and when we invite someone to keep watch, your spiritual field will also be included in the protection.

When the time comes, whether it's the little thief stealing rice or the monsters wreaking havoc down the mountain, you will drive them away and deal with them. "

Lao Xu then spoke with enthusiasm.

"Who is willing to guard two low-grade spiritual stones?"

Zhou Changwang asked with a frown.

Yesterday, there were a lot of people who wanted to keep vigil at the cemetery, but in the end, no one was left.

Obviously most people still cherish their lives.

I dare not stay overnight in the wild easily.

Perhaps because of this, the rice thief became more and more arrogant and took action again, stealing a large amount of spiritual rice.