I Practice Farming While the Rest Cultivates

"One of my insect kings was killed!"

In the boundless sea, there is a huge stone island.

Thousands of feet deep in the stone island, there is a dark cave.

A ray of blood shot out and suddenly stopped, revealing a gloomy-looking monk inside.

The monk was wearing a blood-colored robe. As the robe shook, the blood light changed in depth. There were many faint insect shadows on the surface, which seemed to be slowly squirming inside the robe.

An insect with a body made of twisted blood vessels and countless tiny blood-red tentacles at the end flew out of the darkness.

It is the blood-coagulating Yinworm that appears in large numbers on the archipelago.

The blood worm flapped its two pairs of light red wings and made a strange cry towards the blood-robed monk.

Immediately, the blood-colored robe on the monk's body glowed with blood, and blood gurgled out of the blood-coagulated worm cavity. It penetrated into the blood robe from nowhere and turned into one of the countless insect shadows.

Blood seeped into the robe, making the robe a little darker.

"Oh? Is there anyone in this sea area who can kill your blood clotting worm king?"

A soft voice sounded from not far away.

The owner of the voice was a short monk, only as high as an average person's waist.

In front of him, a corpse stood quietly.

The fingers of the short monk softened and split into the shape of a brush. His arms were elongated, as soft as boneless, and penetrated through the dark and hollow pupils of the corpse's ears.

After a few breaths, the arm stretched out and returned to its normal appearance, with some remnants of the original owner's death remaining on the fingertips.

Behind him, there were dozens of blue-gray mounds, like tombs, with a human skin flag stuck on each mound and many strange runes drawn on the surface.

There were slight vibrations from the mound from time to time, causing the flag to tremble, as if something evil was buried inside.

Whether they are blood-robed monks or short boneless monks, they all have the cultivation of the late stage of foundation building.

"Every blood clotting insect king is closely related to my mind, so I can naturally sense its death."

The blood-robed monk said sadly that the Insect King needed to be killed out of hundreds or thousands of ordinary blood-coagulated Yin Insects. It was extremely difficult to cultivate. It took him decades to get three Insect King.

Each insect king has a certain amount of intelligence and can control a large number of ordinary blood-coagulating Yin worms. Its ability to suck and store blood is more than ten times that of ordinary blood-coagulating Yin worms. At the same time, it has powerful strength, no weaker than ordinary early-stage foundation-building monks.

It was so precious and rare, how could he not be angry and heartbroken!

"hey-hey!"

The little monk laughed sarcastically, and the skin kept shaking as he laughed, as if there was no flesh and blood inside to support it.

"Flying geese all day long, sooner or later you'll be pecked in the eye. I've told you before, don't try to attract the attention of the archipelago monks, just suck some sea fish and sea beasts."

"But you just didn't listen. You coveted the delicious taste of human blood, and you failed, right?"

He brushed the corpse in front of him inch by inch, as if he was creating the most exquisite work of art in the world.

"What's the use of making sarcastic remarks at this time?"

The blood-robed monk replied sadly.

"If these insects of mine hadn't controlled many casual cultivators and sucked the blood out of their bodies, how could you have gotten so many corpses so easily? How could you have cleaned them up so easily?"

The corpses brushed by the short monk are called corpse puppets, and the refining method is extremely sinister.

It requires a complete monk's corpse, draining the blood from it, removing all the muscles, muscles and organs, leaving only the skin and bones.

Then fill it with special materials, bury it in the land of Yin Qi, and keep it warm for a period of time with magic weapons, Yin Qi, runes, etc., to get a special puppet.

The difficulty of refining this type of corpse puppet is much higher than that of ordinary puppets, but the advantages are equally obvious, including stronger strength, richer methods, and easier control.

"It should be a large number of disciples or an immortal family on a certain island who take action to deal with your spiritual insects."

The little monk speculated that the Insect King possesses extremely high intelligence. If he found out that there were several Foundation-Building monks ambushing him, he would definitely run away and not deal with them head-on.

Only those disciples with many tricks, or old monks who have saved up for many years, can quickly eliminate the Blood-Coagulated Yin Insect King one-on-one.

"Maybe so."

The blood-robed monk suppressed the anger in his heart.

"You want to go for revenge? But do you know who it is?"

"If you don't know, if we make a big fuss and attract a lot of attention, wouldn't we have wasted the past few years?"

"Before you find that secret place, I suggest you not to cause trouble. Once you find it, I won't care what you do."

There was a hint of warning in the little monk's tone.

The two of them accidentally got a rare treasure. From the few words above, they inferred that there was an undiscovered secret realm hidden in the waters of the Infinite Sea. Therefore, they hibernated on the stone island and searched for the location of the secret realm.

Unfortunately, more than two years have passed, and there is still no trace of the secret realm. The blood in the blood-robed monk's robe has been consumed a lot, so he replenished it nearby.

At first, the target was on the surrounding fish and sea beasts. As time went by, it shifted to wandering cultivators out to sea. Finally, he even wanted to sneak into the archipelago to eat his fill.

Unexpectedly, he actually lost a rare blood clotting insect king.

"I'll be careful."

The blood-robed monk turned into a streak of blood and flashed into the dark cave.

In the spiritual field.

During this period, Lu Xuan sat firmly on the Diaoyutai without any influence from the outside world.

After solving the evil crisis on Kongming Island, his mission has been completed, and all other follow-up tasks will be left to Song Yu.

During this period, there were also foundation-building monks from other islands. After the family forces learned that the evil problem on Kongming Island had been solved, they came to ask Lu Xuan for support.

Lu Xuan politely refused on the excuse of being injured, and basically just stayed in the yard, cultivating spiritual plants and raising spiritual beasts.

From Song Yu's mouth, he learned that after half a month of causing harm to the monks on the archipelago, the blood-coagulating Yinworms all disappeared silently overnight.

I don’t know if they have all been dealt with, or if they took the initiative to escape from the archipelago.

Lu Xuan didn't slack off at all. He knew very well that there were traces of evil cultivators standing behind these evil insects.

As for being able to cultivate evil insects that are equivalent to those in the early stage of Foundation Establishment, the strength of the person behind the scenes is most likely to be in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment or above.

Therefore, he was not careless at all, and even made an appointment with Shi Zhong and Zhou Bingyu to watch and help each other.

In this invasion of evil insects, because Kongming Island was fully prepared and Lu Xuan attacked with thunderous means to completely eliminate the evil insects at the first time, the losses suffered in the surrounding sea areas were minimal.

The most casualties were casual cultivators. Only a few mid-level Qi-training cultivators from the Song family died, and some of the cultivators were injured.

Among the remaining islands, Chongning Island was among those that suffered heavy losses due to delayed news and relatively weakened strength.

In addition to a similar number of casual cultivators, several high-level Qi practitioners from the Ning family died, which made the situation even worse for the Ning family in the sea area eroded by phaseless algae.

After Lu Xuan roughly understood the situation in the archipelago, he stopped paying attention and focused on his own spiritual field.

The third-grade rock-armored turtle egg is about to break out of its shell thanks to the efforts of the wind falcon's round belly.

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