Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

The three of them flew in the poisonous fog swamp according to the planned route for five days, and finally reached their destination.

This is a large black swamp area. Before anyone gets close, you can smell a rotten stench. There are not even a single bird flying over the swamp, and it looks dead.

When they arrived, there were already more than twenty people waiting at the edge of the swamp.

These people are both male and female, and most of them are Nascent Soul cultivators. Only a few of them have golden elixirs like Zhang He.

"Ji Xuanzi!"

"Chen Wu Jiu!"

"Jiang Hongyuan!"

Several people made a somewhat surprised sound at the same time. It turned out that these three enemies of Chen Guo had all met together.

After the three of them glared at each other for a few times, they gradually got closer. The atmosphere was now so tense that just a spark could ignite it.

Zhang He was secretly prepared to take action at any time, and his spiritual consciousness communicated with the Five Elements Mountain in Dantian to maintain a state of being able to sacrifice at any time.

"Hahaha……"

"It's just the right time for us to go hand in hand!"

"We are all a family, so naturally we cannot take advantage of outsiders."

Facts have proved that Zhang He was still too young. Instead of fighting, the three old foxes became extremely close as if they were their own brothers and were ready to work together.

The three of them opened a soundproof shield and chatted for a long time inside. Their expressions were sometimes vulgar, sometimes upright, and sometimes they showed understanding smiles.

After a long time, the three of them finished their discussion, and Elder Jiang walked back to Mei Yun and Zhang He.

"We have already gone in and pulled out several people. Most of the forces of the Zhou Dynasty have participated. We, the three forces of the Chen Kingdom, are relatively weak among them. For the time being, we can only cooperate and unite."

Elder Jiang said and pointed to the seemingly peaceful and dead swamp ahead.

“You have to pass through this swamp to get to the ruins, but you can’t fly over this swamp, so you can only walk on the surface of the swamp.

There is a kind of black snake hidden among them, which is about the strength of Jindan, but there are many of them. If the number is too small, it is easy to be surrounded by it and dragged into the quagmire. "

Only then did Zhang He realize that everyone was waiting here because they wanted to gather more people to distract Black Snake.

Zhang He picked up a branch and threw it into the black swamp. The branch sank quickly in the swamp.

This swamp is filled with bottomless black sludge. Without being able to fly, once you fall into it, you will be unable to move and will only be slowly swallowed by the mire.

This is a bit troublesome. If the water is on the water, you can also get a wooden board or a small boat to cross over.

In this swamp, even the branches will sink, and you can't fly. There is also a kind of snake in the swamp, always trying to pull you down.

While Zhang He was exploring the swamp, another group of monks came, about ten of them, looking a little embarrassed.

"Fellow Daoist Jin, what's wrong with you?"

There was an acquaintance in the crowd who took the initiative to strike up a conversation and asked.

"Alas! It was bad luck. We encountered a group of crazy ghost-faced flying ants on the way. The two teams of us rushed forward through the flying ants, but we still suffered a big loss."

Everyone, including Zhang He, sympathized with what happened to this fellow Taoist Jin.

"Everyone, we have gathered more than thirty people now. We will set off in an hour. What do you think?"

The person who spoke was a powerful person in the late Nascent Soul stage, known as Master Shouyuan in the world of immortal cultivation. He had a high reputation in the Zhou Dynasty. Among the more than thirty people present, he had the highest cultivation level.

No one objected to Master Shouyuan's proposal, and everyone was making preparations silently.

Some people meditate to recharge their batteries, and some people look for some branches, vines, weeds and the like around the swamp. They tie these things together and throw them onto the swamp at critical moments to temporarily alleviate the sinking trend.

It's just that the vegetation in this poisonous mist swamp is extremely sparse, and it has been searched several times by previous groups of monks. Now it is difficult to find even a single weed.

When you meditate cross-legged with your eyes closed, your consciousness actually enters the space.

In addition to the small skeleton and Chiyan, there are also several puppets doing farm work in the space.

Zhang He searched around the space. He wanted to prepare some wooden boards, but the space was full of spiritual stones. It would be too wasteful to cut them down to use as footings.

Looking left and right, I still feel a little reluctant to part with it.

Finally, I selected a green spirit tree that was a little crooked. This kind of spirit wood is generally used to refine flying boat puppets and the like. It is relatively low-value among the spirit trees grown in space. The most important thing is that it also grows crookedly. .

Zhang He chopped down the tree and arranged for Chi Yan and Little Skull to divide it into planks.

In a corner of the space, there was also a pile of straw piled up, which he had cut when he was cultivating fine seeds in the space. There were too many straws and he had not had time to process them.

The straw of the second-level spiritual valley also contains a little spiritual energy. If it falls into the hands of a mortal, it will definitely be a good product for strengthening the body, nourishing the body and kidneys, enriching the bear, and delaying aging.

In the hands of Zhang He, it could only be used as firewood, but now it has a use.

Let Chi Yan refine some straw ropes from straw. It doesn't need to be very good, as long as it is strong enough and can be controlled with spiritual consciousness.

After arranging it, I found a storage bag in the space and filled it with straw. Things that used to be worthless now became life-saving things.

Zhang He, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, opened his eyes at this moment.

I saw Elder Jiang and Elder Mei each holding a small handful of weeds and carefully twisting them together to make them look as wide as possible.

The two of them searched the area, even digging out grass roots, before they found this small handful, and almost got into a fight with other monks.

"Elder Jiang, Elder Mei, I happen to have some unused straw here, so I'll give it to you two."

As Zhang He spoke, he handed the storage bag containing straw to the two of them.

The two elders Jiang Mei looked inside and found that the one-foot-square storage bag was filled with straw.

"Thank you, Elder Zhang!"

The two of them took the storage bag and each took half of the straw inside. The storage bag was still returned to Zhang He.

They really didn't understand why Zhang He brought so much useless straw with him.

You must know that the storage bag space is limited, and everyone usually wants to empty out all useless things. How can a pile of weeds take up the storage space.

Elder Jiang poured out a large pile of straw, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone around him.

These Nascent Soul powerhouses usually occupy a dominant position, but now they are looking greedily at a pile of weeds.

It was Elder Jiang who saw something bad going on and sold part of the straw in his hand to Chen Wujiu and Ji Xuanzi at a high price. The three parties immediately stood on the same front, making those with evil intentions fearful.

Interest is such a good thing, it can make relatives turn against each other, and it can also make the person who killed his father and his enemy become as close as one family.

However, some people still refused to give up and walked up to Zhang He.

"This little friend, I wonder if there is any extra straw in my hand. I am willing to pay a high price to buy it."

"Yes, there are still some, but there are not many left. I also need to use them myself..."

Zhang He put up his airs and said thoughtfully.

"I don't ask for much, little friend, just give me a little bit."

Without saying a word, the old man thrust a spiritual stone into Zhang He's hand.

Zhang He took a look at the spirit stone in his hand and found that it turned out to be a third-level spirit stone.

The third-level spiritual stone is equivalent to 100 second-level spiritual stones and 10,000 first-level spiritual stones. This is the first time Zhang He has seen the real thing.

Since all the spiritual stones had been paid, Zhang He took out a bundle of straw from the space and handed it to the old man.

Now that the old man has made a start, all the other monks have followed suit. Each of them went to Zhang He and spent 10,000 low-grade spiritual stones to buy a bundle of straw.

This should be the most expensive straw sold in the history of the Zhou Dynasty.

There were more than 30 people at the scene, each of whom bought a bundle of straw from Zhang He. In a short period of time, he earned 300,000 spiritual stones.

"Okay, I think you are almost ready. Let's go now."

Master Shouyuan stood up, said hello to everyone, and rushed towards the swamp ahead, and the others immediately followed.

Zhang He followed Elder Jiang and rushed into the swamp. There was no place to stay here. Everyone could only rush through the swamp at one go. If they stayed for a moment, they might be swallowed by the swamp.

Zhang He stepped on the black mud of the swamp and immediately felt his body sinking. He quickly took out his other foot and stepped forward quickly before sinking.

Everyone rushed forward so quickly that no one dared to stop for a moment.

At this moment, a big snake about ten feet long suddenly sprang out of the swamp in the middle of the team and rolled towards a golden elixir monk.

This golden elixir monk could only use a flying sword to kill the big snake, but unexpectedly another hidden snake suddenly sprang up, entangled the golden elixir and was about to drag him into the quagmire.

"Evil beast!"

A fellow Nascent Soul cultivator shouted loudly, slashed out with his flying sword, and cut the big snake into two pieces.

The golden elixir monk broke free from the snake's body, but in just a moment, nearly half of his body had sunk into the mud.

He wanted to struggle to get up, but he was unable to do anything and could only sink deeper and deeper.

The other monks quickly passed by the Golden Core monk, not daring to stay any longer and unable to rescue him, as they might get themselves trapped.

"help me!"

"help me!"

"Fellow Daoist Zhang save me, I'll give you 1 million spiritual stones!"

At this moment, Zhang He happened to rush past him, and the Jindan monk was like grasping a life-saving straw, desperately calling for help.

Seeing that this man had just spent 10,000 spiritual stones to buy his own straw, and now he was offering another 1 million, Zhang He felt that it was his duty to save this man's life.

As he rushed forward, he threw two wooden boards forward. When his feet stepped on the wooden boards, he flicked his hand and threw a straw rope to the Jindan monk behind him.

The Golden elixir monk was truly grasping at straws at this moment and wouldn't let go.

Zhang He stood on the wooden board and pulled hard, finally dragging the golden elixir monk out of the mud.

At this time, the two wooden boards under his feet had sunk into the mud. If he stayed for a while, he would have to sink.

He quickly threw two more straws forward and stepped on the straws with his feet, which made him feel a little more stable.

Looking back, the golden elixir monk finally set foot on the path forward again.

Zhang He only hoped that he would not die on the way to the next, after all, this golden elixir owed him 1 million spiritual stones. 16430/9995118