Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

The helmsman of Xia County started, and immediately many people showed their disdain and dissatisfaction towards Zhang He.

In fact, since he joined the Sun-Moon Alliance, he has never offended anyone and behaves very low-key. He rarely shows up unless necessary.

Sometimes people are repulsed and hostile, not necessarily because you have done something to harm others, but it may just be that you are a little better than others.

It is said that if the trees are beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy them, they will be piled high on the shore, and the current will be turbulent. This is the case.

Out of jealousy, others want to see you suffer misfortune, and if possible, it's not bad to add insult to injury.

In addition to jealousy, there are about a dozen of these sub-rudders who have always regarded Zhang He as their love rival.

During the battle of the Sun-Moon Alliance, most of the sub-rudders were responsible for a small area each and had little interaction with each other.

When they were recruited to participate in the war, Ningjing County only sent 41 people, so they probably would not achieve much results.

At this time, everyone naturally took the opportunity to squeeze in and prevent Zhang He from coming to the stage. This is also a secretly satisfying thing.

Only a few branches that cooperated with the Blackwater Army knew the truth, and they were happy to watch the joke at this time, and they all stood aside in silence.

At this moment, the Blackwater Army team came from the front.

The Blackwater Army is obviously different from other branches. They all wear uniform standard equipment and still line up in neat queues when marching.

It looks so conspicuous among a bunch of disorganized teams.

"I'm talking to fellow Daoist Zhang, in fact, this kind of empty-headed team routine is completely unnecessary, as long as you can fight."

"Immortal cultivators pay attention to obeying the way of heaven and being unrestrained. There is no need to suppress their nature just to look good."

"..."

Several people shook their heads when they saw the way the Black Water Army appeared, feeling that the cultivators should not be restrained too much, and superficial articles were meaningless.

But I was thinking in my heart that when I go back, I will train my team in this way.

At this time, Elder Jiang, who was presiding over the celebration, shouted loudly: "Ningjing County Branch, assisted in repelling Nascent Soul's powerful enemies twice, killed 10 enemy Jindan, built 80 foundations, and practiced Qi 200, earning a total of contribution points. Reward 3900 points."

As soon as Elder Jiang's voice fell, the whole square was in an uproar.

Being able to kill a Golden Core cultivator by luck on the battlefield is considered a very good result. Just like when Xia County split the helm and killed two Golden Core cultivators just now, the result should be ranked among the top five.

The Black Water Army in Ningjing County was actually able to kill 10 Jindan, which was completely beyond their imagination.

They fought with the enemy's golden elixir, and in many cases it was considered good if the enemy's golden elixir didn't pick off their heads and carry them back to receive merit.

In fact, the Sun-Moon Alliance also lost a lot of people in this war, including the Golden Core cultivators, and even the sub-rudders lost more than 20 people.

What kind of methods does the Blackwater Army have to kill 10 Jindan?

Isn't this the most shocking thing? The Blackwater Army can also help defeat the powerful Nascent Soul?

Is it possible for these foundation builders and golden elixirs to intervene in battles at the Nascent Soul level? Even a small amount of power spilled out could kill them.

At this time, everyone couldn't help but look at Zhang He with admiration. He was able to participate in a Nascent Soul-level battle without annihilating the entire army and still achieved victory. This record alone could surpass them by several blocks.

If he is only a little stronger, they will still be jealous, but if the difference between the two sides is too big, they can only look up to him.

Zhang He didn't care too much about everyone's opinions, but left in a hurry after the celebration.

The ball of blood essence of the immortal demon king that had been placed in the space and slowly absorbed the spiritual energy had undergone new changes just now.

Without restricting Zhang He's ability to absorb spiritual energy, after more than a year, this mass of blood had grown to a large basin.

The Ningjing County branch acquired a piece of land in Mingcheng, with several buildings and a large courtyard, as a branch residence.

The three characters "Ning Jing Yuan" are hung at the entrance of the compound. Two fully armed Blackwater soldiers holding long halberds stand solemnly at the entrance, looking solemn and majestic.

Zhang He hurried back to Ningjing Garden, found a secret room and got in. The secret room was equipped with a formation to isolate the inside and outside.

After opening the isolation formation, he got into the space.

There was a large wooden basin three feet in diameter in the space, and the blood inside was boiling.

When his spiritual consciousness penetrated into it, a blood cocoon had formed in the middle of the wooden basin, and the blood in the basin was pouring into the blood cocoon.

The consciousness is connected to the clone. In the world where the clone is located, the original blood lake has turned into a vast sea. At this moment, the waves are turbulent and the waves of blood are flying across the sky.

In this sea of ​​blood, there is a consciousness that is resurrecting, very overbearing, and wants to devour the clone.

At this time, the clone is fighting against this consciousness. It is obvious that the clone is now at a disadvantage.

If it were in the past, Zhang He would have immediately buried this large basin of blood into the ground. No matter how great his ability was, he would be turned into waste without the support of spiritual energy.

But he saw that cocoons were forming in the blood outside, and he wanted to know what changes would follow. The clone needed this blood to improve his cultivation, which might be a good thing.

So Zhang He's body stood next to the wooden basin, ready to bury it in the soil at any time.

In the blood lake, the blood waves rolled more and more fiercely, and the clone had reached the point where it was difficult to withstand.

"What...what...person? Quickly...let...the ancestor...devour...you..."

More and more consciousnesses sleeping in the sea of ​​blood are awakening, and now they can stutter out messages to their clones.

"Who are you? Why should I be swallowed by you?"

"I...don't...die...the demon...king being...swallowed...by...me...is...your...blessing...share..."

Sure enough, the undead demon king had saved such a hand a long time ago. If Zhang He hadn't been using it as a battery, he would have successfully awakened long ago.

If other people face this situation, there is really nothing they can do, because he can automatically absorb the spiritual energy and cannot stop it at all.

Unfortunately, he was not very lucky and fell into the hands of Zhang He. He was used as a battery for decades, and then was cloned to practice spiritual consciousness by burning blood essence. He never reached the threshold of consciousness recovery.

This time he finally woke up from his deep sleep. His consciousness was still vague, but he found that there was another existence in his sea of ​​blood.

How can the dignity of his immortal demon king be violated? Now he will devour the other party and become the nourishment for his recovery.

With the control of consciousness, the power of the blood wave became stronger. Wave after wave surged towards Zhang He's clone, and he saw that he would be submerged in the sea of ​​blood in the next moment.

"come out!"

As soon as Zhang He's thoughts moved, the clone would escape from the sea of ​​blood.

At this moment, several pillars of blood rose from the sea of ​​blood, forming a cage to trap the clone here.

How could he, the Immortal Demon King, allow people to come and leave at will?

The clone is now just a base-building soul, and there are not many attack methods. A spiritual attack rushes out, like a mud cow entering the sea.

The consciousness attack was ineffective. The most important thing was that he had no idea where this consciousness was hidden.

"Burn!"

Zhang He suddenly urged the Shadow Demon Clan to practice secret techniques with all his strength, burning their essence and blood to cultivate their soul.

He had refined most of the blood in the sea of ​​blood, but when the immortal demon king regained consciousness, he gradually lost control.

But there is still a connection between some of the blood and him. He has been trying to contact him before, trying to regain control.

Now he has completely given up on regaining control. After he destroyed this skill, the blood in the sea of ​​​​blood dried up quickly.

"you dare……"

A roar came from the sea of ​​blood. Because a large amount of blood was destroyed and burned by the technique, a gap appeared in the cage surrounding the clone, and the clone took the opportunity to escape.

The clone floated next to Zhang He from a basin of blood.

The foundation-building soul cannot exist independently for too long, so Zhang He immediately took out the ball refined from the Yun Shen tree and let the clone get into it.

Now that the clone has established its foundation, the ball is already a bit small, and it took some effort for the clone to squeeze into the ball.

The clone can no longer control the puppet in this state, so next time it will have to prepare a larger home for the clone.

The last time he bought a Yun Shenmu in the Sky Palace, it had been planted in the space and cultivated for hundreds of years, and now it can be used.

When the clone flew out of the blood, the basin of blood tumbled violently, but eventually returned to calm.

Then he saw the blood in the basin continuing to pour into the blood cocoon, as if the consciousness that had just awakened was not aware of his situation.

In fact, with the characteristics of the Immortal Demon King, he really doesn't have to worry about this problem. Even the powerful gods of the Great Zhou Dynasty couldn't kill him completely, so why should he be afraid?

Zhang He still stood by the wooden basin, watching the blood in the basin slowly form a blood cocoon about one foot in size.

At this moment, the intensity of the aura emitted by the blood cocoon is about the same as that in the early stage of foundation building, and has not increased any further.

When his spiritual consciousness penetrated into it, the previous sea of ​​blood disappeared, and the inside became chaotic.

Now the blood cocoon looks more like an egg, with a new life being nurtured inside.

Zhang He was a little hesitant now. He had two options in front of him. One was to bury the blood cocoon in the soil and continue to use it as a battery.

His space now has three acres of land, which supplies spiritual plants for daily growth and consumes a lot of spiritual stones.

Such a large blood cocoon can contain countless times more spiritual energy than the previous drop of blood essence, which can save him a lot of spiritual stones.

Another option is to let this blood cocoon continue to gestate, and when it becomes a formal life form, let the clone seize its body.

There is a slight risk in doing this. If the life born from the blood cocoon is too powerful for him to deal with, things will be a bit troublesome.

After all, the Immortal Demon King's true form has the power to become a god.

But the benefits of doing so are also obvious. Once he succeeds in seizing the body, he will completely obtain this body.

Considering the strange attributes of the Immortal Demon King, and the fact that he was able to do whatever he wanted with that drop of blood, the body he created must be extraordinary.

After much deliberation, Zhang He chose the latter. He would wait until the blood cocoon was successfully conceived before letting the clone take over.

In the previous state of essence and blood, it was never possible to find the hidden place of consciousness, so that it was impossible to completely seize the body.

Now that this consciousness has emerged, it will be much easier to give up on him after he successfully gives birth to a new life.

For safety reasons, Zhang He dug a big hole next to the wooden basin, found the little skeleton, and asked him to guard the blood cocoon at all times.

Little Skeleton has been active on the battlefield in the past two years, absorbing a large amount of black mist, and has greatly improved his strength. Now he has been promoted to the late stage of Golden Core.

Especially the weird blue flame of the little skeleton. Zhang He didn't know what kind of fire it was. Maybe it could restrain the undead demon king.

One cannot die, while the other uses life as fuel to turn all items into dust.

There has never been a formal comparison between the two sides, so I really don’t know who will win.

The little skeleton moved a bench and sat upright next to the wooden basin, staring at the blood cocoon without blinking. Blue flames danced in the empty eye frames.

Zhang He patted the little skeleton on the shoulder and left the place temporarily, but walked to the Yun Shenmu.

This Yunshen tree was still a seedling when I bought it. It was planted in the space for two full years, and I never forgot to water it every day. It is now seven or eight hundred years old.

This time he did not cut down the whole tree, but cut an arm-thick branch from it.

Holding this Yunshenmu branch, you can leave the space. There is a dedicated refining room in Ningjing Garden.

It was an underground fire refining room specially built by the previous owner of this courtyard.

Two days later, when Zhang He appeared in the space with a three-inch cube wooden block in his hand, the little skeleton was still sitting in front of the wooden basin in the original posture.

Zhang He's consciousness penetrated into the blood cocoon again, and the chaotic state inside had begun to condense.

At this time, the clone squeezed a head out of the ball, and then it got stuck. Zhang He used his spiritual consciousness to help pull it out a few times.

When I finally came out of the narrow ball, it was really uncomfortable to be rolled up into a ball inside.

The clone floated in the air and stretched a few times, doing some stretching exercises, chest expansion exercises, kicking exercises...

Zhang He's consciousness pulled the clone and stuffed it into the cube in his hand.

The cube still looked small, but after the clone entered it, it was almost like a small room, and it was quite comfortable to stay there.

Another month passed, and the blood cocoon in the wooden basin was still lying there quietly.

However, Zhang He's spiritual consciousness penetrated into it and found that there had been changes inside, and an embryo had begun to take shape.

More importantly, Zhang He found the location of the sea of ​​​​consciousness from the head of this embryo that could barely distinguish.

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, a gorgeous red bird saw Zhang He appear and showed its teeth and claws in protest at Zhang He.

It turns out that this demon king is still a bird monster.

Now that the sea of ​​consciousness and the soul have appeared, the seizure of this body can finally proceed.

Zhang He did not withdraw from the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and his clone immediately appeared in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and immediately flew towards the gorgeous bird on the opposite side.

This little bird was quite ferocious. It used its claws and sharp beak at the same time. Instead, it tore off several pieces from the clone and swallowed them. If Zhanghe's consciousness hadn't been there to suppress the attack, the clone wouldn't have been able to take advantage.

The main body used the consciousness of the Nascent Soul stage to completely imprison the little bird.

"How presumptuous, do you think you'll be safe if you take over this body of mine? Why don't you let me go quickly!"

Xiaoniao stared at Zhang He and said through a voice transmission from his spiritual consciousness.

"This is just a clone of me. If you dare to desecrate my clone, you will die without a burial place when my other clones arrive."

Zhang He ignored the other party. He had already offended him anyway, so he would not be frightened by just a few words.