Exiting from the ethereal state, Zuo Mo has a long aftertaste. Was this an epiphany? He thought with some pleasure and some regret.

Sure enough, he cast it a few times after that, but none of them appeared in the ethereal state just now. But his fingering has obviously gone up to a higher level, much smoother, especially the cooperation between fingering and spiritual power, as if he has suddenly found a trick, as long as his fingers move, the spiritual power will change accordingly, and the tacit understanding is seamless.

The gorgeous fingering and terrifying effect made all the female disciples who were still a little nervous obediently shut up.

Zuo Mo didn't expect the effect to be so strong.

's domineering greatly exceeded his expectations, and he couldn't help but be secretly vigilant in his heart, and he must be careful when he uses it in the future.

The next thing is much simpler, just plow the spiritual field again, and you can plant spiritual grass.

The female disciples and the way they planted the spirit grass opened his eyes. I saw a female disciple take a bamboo tube from her waist, pull out the stopper, and a golden earthworm crawled out of it. She recited the mantra, and the golden earthworm plunged into the spiritual field.

In a moment, the mud waves in the Lingtian suddenly rolled, and the half-pillar incense lasted for a while, and the Lingtian had turned upside down, and the wonderful thing was that there was no mud splashed out of the Lingtian.

Zuo Mo couldn't help but be interested: "What is this?

Li Yingfeng heard the song and said knowingly: "We all call it a mud worm, it is not a high-end product, but it is used to turn the fields, and the effect is good." Later, I will send a few to my junior brother to plant Linggu, which is also a helper. ”

Zuo Mo was overjoyed: "Thank you, senior sister!"

In the newly renovated spiritual field, the female disciples immediately sprinkled the spiritual grass seeds. The cultivation of spirit grass is not as particular as that of Spirit Valley, as long as it is sprinkled densely enough.

After sprinkling, Zuo Mo saw a female disciple preparing to perform, so he volunteered: "But you need to give rain, I'll come." ”

It's always hard to take other people's things for nothing.

Li Yingfeng was overjoyed: "I heard that the junior brother has reached the third layer, and today I just happened to be able to see it!"

It is the magic technique that Zuo Mo is most familiar with, and it almost does not require any preparation, and with a little pinching of the magic technique, the clouds and mist gather and appear in the sky above Lingtian.

The muddy silver filaments submerged into the spiritual field, and the air was full of vitality, and everyone felt refreshed.

There is still a considerable difference between the fourth layer and the third layer, just after the rain, a rainbow appeared in the sky above the spiritual field.

Just when everyone was admiring, suddenly a female disciple pointed at Lingtian and screamed: "Oh my God!

Sure enough, at some point in the spiritual field, a delicate light green seedling appeared.

Zuo Mo took out the grass and wood essence bead just now and cast it again, and it immediately turned into countless green threads and submerged into the spiritual field.

The light green seedlings in the spiritual field suddenly became a little darker, and the growth was gratifying.

"The junior brother really deserves his reputation!" Li Yingfeng sincerely praised, this little-known junior brother seems to have endless means, and he can always bring her many unexpected surprises. And she found that no matter what Zuo Mo used, there were many deviations from what she could inquire.

What is he going to hide? Li Yingfeng thought about this question involuntarily for the second time.

With this, the effect is surprisingly good and the efficiency is greatly increased. Li Yingfeng didn't care what method Zuo Mo used, she only hoped that she could quickly produce spirit grass.

In order to speed up, Zuo Mo spent several days in a row, except for going to the Cold Mist Valley to rain once a day, all the rest of the time was in the East Peak. For the first time, he also enjoyed the luxury of using hedron to restore his spiritual power.

The human body is like a container, and if you want to hold more spiritual power, you need to keep increasing the capacity. The easiest way to increase the volume is to modify the body. Constantly moving the spiritual power, the spiritual power constantly strengthens the meridians, so that they can hold more spiritual power.

The spiritual power in the spar is pure and rich, far exceeding the free spiritual power in the air, it is easier to absorb, and the transformation effect on the meridians is more obvious.

In the past few days, Zuo Mo has been repeating the work of more than 400 acres of spiritual land day and night, and he has completed it alone.

The female disciples also finally saw the madness and devotion of his work.

Perform the mantra, meditate with the hedron in hand, get up and perform the mantra again, and meditate again until the spiritual power is exhausted......

Even they felt tired watching from the sidelines, but Zuo Mo repeated it over and over again, not feeling bored.

Of course, Zuo Mo doesn't find it boring!

With such a luxurious treatment, he never even dreamed of it. Such a great opportunity, don't you take advantage of it, stupid?

He didn't skimp on his spiritual power, and every time he drained the spiritual power in his body, he took the spar and sucked wildly.

In the past few days, his harvest has been huge, even if he doesn't have those ten spars, he will definitely agree. The meridians that have never absorbed spiritual power like this are like drying up the land and raining down a lot of rain at once. In just a few days, the spiritual power in his body had increased by about one-tenth, and his meridians had also been greatly strengthened.

In addition, after repeated use over and over again, the proficiency skyrockets, and there are faint signs of breaking through the second layer.

Looking at the green spiritual fields, all the spiritual fields were replanted with spiritual grass, which also meant that the work was completed, and his heart was full of reluctance.

"When will you encounter such a good thing!"

He sighed in his heart.

In five days, five second-grade spars were consumed, and it was no wonder that Zuo Mo was still unsatisfied.

But fortunately, ten second-grade spars were enough to make up for the reluctance in his heart.

The stone in Li Yingfeng's heart finally landed. Although it cost a lot of money, fortunately, the thorny problem was finally solved, and she also made a powerful junior brother, she was quite satisfied.

One gallop, the way of civil and martial arts.

Zuo Mo, who returned to the small courtyard, had a bulging waist bag, and his mood was very leisurely.

But he still never fell behind in his daily homework. Although the efficiency of meditation is far from being comparable to the use of spars, Zuo Mo still persists. Although the spiritual power in the spar is pure and easy to absorb, it is a bit domineering. Usually meditating to absorb spiritual power is very slow, but it is very gentle.

In the long run, relying too much on spars can easily leave hidden dangers. Most of the deep-rooted sects have ways to resolve hidden dangers. But for Zuo Mo, this is really far away.

Of course, the most important thing is that Zuo Mo Ke doesn't have so many hedrons to splurge.

In addition to that, he is now focusing on and. There is already a second level, and it is not far off to break through the second layer. If these two can break through the third layer, plus the one who is already the fourth layer, he is enough to become a spirit planter.

Ha, when the time comes, the hedron will roll in......

For a few days, he was in a good mood.

Every day, I run leisurely to the Cold Mist Valley for a daily rain. The elixir in the medicine field is growing well, the effect of the fourth layer is remarkable, and the elixir is more full of vitality than before. Whenever he began to rain, the elixir in the medicine field swayed neatly like joy. Zuo Mo's mood often became cheerful with the "dance" of these elixirs, and his rejection of this work that was forced into him was also eliminated a lot.

The medicine field of the Cold Mist Valley is a three-grade spiritual field, which is full of spiritual energy. The spirituality of these elixirs is also far greater than that of ordinary plants.

The bad luck of some time ago is swept away, and his life is bright again.

As usual, he checked before leaving, and made sure nothing went wrong, before he retreated from the Cold Mist Valley.

I had just exited from the Cold Mist Valley, and I hadn't walked for a long time, when I suddenly heard a human voice in front of me.

"The old black head is really miserable, Linggu is actually infected with this strange disease, and it is estimated that there will be no harvest this year. I'm afraid that next year I won't even be able to plant Linggu, and the family will have a hard time. ”

"Hey, it's all fate! I'm worried about whether this strange disease will spread, and if ours also infects it, it will be miserable!"

"Oh God forbid! I'm still counting on this year's harvest to change a sword technique!"

"Me too!"

......

Strange disease? Zuo Mo's heart moved.

Planting Spirit Valley, what I am most afraid of is those unknown strange diseases. Once it appears, it is basically impossible to save it, and it will be lost in a year. In the past two years, Zuo Mo has personally seen several senior brothers who were expelled from the sect because they were unlucky and couldn't even pay the rent of the sect Lingtian.

Some time ago, when he was raining on the old black head, his Spirit Valley was growing very well, why did he suddenly get infected with a strange disease? Zuo Mo was a little strange.

If it is said that the most difficult life in the sect is probably the old black head. He dragged his family with him, and his son was said to have a good cultivation talent, and he worshiped in a small sword gate. The tribute that must be paid to the sect every year is not a small amount, plus the various materials and spars required for cultivation, the cost is quite large.

The cultivation of the fifth layer of the old black head refining qi rented a full two hundred acres of spiritual land. All his time was spent on cultivating the Spirit Valley, and his cultivation had not increased by half a point in the past ten years. But even so, the hedron he earns every year is not enough.

This year, the old black head is especially desperate, it is said that his son has reached the threshold of the seventh layer of qi refining, in order for his son to break through the seventh layer level as soon as possible, he needs a lot of spars.

It is an unwritten rule to hand it over to the sect and let the elders of the sect carry it more.

In addition to this, the old blackhead also pinned his hopes on another method.

Where there are no spiritual veins, the spiritual power in the air is very thin, and if you want to rely on these spiritual powers to convert them into spiritual power in your own body, it is extremely slow.

Most cultivators with a strong family background take two ways. One is to take Linggu for a long time, although the spiritual power contained in Linggu is not high, it is mild in nature and easy to absorb. The other way is to absorb spiritual power directly from the hedron, which is also the fastest way. Moreover, the use of spirit stones is especially effective for breaking through levels.

The old black man wanted to use this way to let his son break through the seven-layer mark.

Zuo Mo decided to take a look, and if it really spread, then his fifty acres of spiritual land would inevitably be affected.

The Lingtian at the foot of the mountain surrounded many people, and Zuo Mo found the old black head from the crowd at a glance, his dark face was now so pale that there was no trace of blood, and his eyes were empty and desperate.

And Lingtian, who had just rained Zuo Mo not long ago, startled him.

The verdant Spirit Valley was now almost all withered, and the leaves and trunks were full of black gas, and anyone who saw such a scene would be sure that these Spirit Valleys were dead. There were many senior brothers gathered on the edge of Lingtian, and they were in groups of three or five, talking in low voices, their voices were full of worry.

"Senior Brother Guo is here! Senior Brother Guo is here!"

Someone in the crowd cheered, and the old black man's desperate pupils suddenly rose with a hint of brilliance, and he grabbed it from the ground violently.

Senior Brother Guo Lu is the most advanced cultivator in this sect, he broke through the second layer a few years ago, and recently it was reported that he is about to break through the third layer. For a long time, if there was any incurable disease in Linggu, everyone would recommend Senior Brother Guo Lu first, and he also lived up to his expectations and saved Linggu several times when everyone was already dying.

Senior Brother Guo Lu was barefoot in shorts, his bitter face was full of wrinkles, looking like an old peasant, and when he saw the withered spiritual fields, he couldn't help but change his face slightly, and then returned to normal.

This change is extremely subtle, but it was captured by Zuo Mo. As early as when he saw the withered Lingtian, he had a bad premonition in his heart, and when he saw Senior Brother Guo Lu's expression change, the ominous premonition in his heart was even heavier. He learned a lot, and he understood a lot more.

If it is an ordinary insect infestation, the withered leaves will never turn black. This trace of black dead ash made Zuo Mo feel a little frightened.

The old black man almost rushed to Senior Brother Guo Lu and shouted heartbreakingly: "Senior Brother, save me!"

Looking at the old black man's desperate expression, Guo Lu's face suddenly turned red, and he said solemnly: "I will be poor!"

He walked into the spiritual field.

Everyone's eyes were all focused on him, without a trace of discussion, everyone stared intently at Senior Brother Guo who was walking towards Lingtian step by step.

Senior Brother Guo Lu looked solemn, walked to a withered spirit valley, and squatted down. Carefully inspected all parts of the Spirit Valley, and also tore off the withered and blackened leaves, put them in front of his nose and sniffed them. He inspected it extremely carefully, and it took him almost the entire Lingtian to take most of the hour.

The puzzled expression on his face grew heavier and heavier, as if he had encountered some incredible problem.

He shook his head, his face still puzzled, and his hand rested on a withered spirit valley.

Zuo Mo, who was also well-informed, suddenly lifted his spirits, and he knew that the most critical time had come.