After being excited for a moment, Chen Mo immediately sat down cross-legged and entered the state of practicing martial arts in a short time.

If his thoughts are feasible, it is not undesirable to get rid of the heavy fog.

But without expecting that, less than half a moment before Chen Mo entered the state of meditation, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and suddenly woke up from his practice.

"How could this be?" Chen Mo didn't have time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a little disappointment appeared in his eyes for the first time.

But this disappointment soon became firm again. In such a dilemma, how could there be hope without bang? At this point, Chen Mo stood up again, walked quickly to the stone wall, stared at the stone pit filled with strange water under the stone wall for a moment, then squatted down, gritted his teeth and dipped his fingers in a very small amount of strange water, and put it into his mouth.

"I hope this time..." Chen Mo prayed silently in his heart, and prepared to practice martial arts again, but this time he had not even finished praying. Chen Mo felt a violent spiritual energy rise from the lower abdomen of the dantian, and it instantly affected the flesh and blood of his body like a knife stirring the fire.

"Um..." Chen Mo cried out in pain. The huge pain made him unable to even stand. He lay down to the ground with a tenacious will. He could only barely roll over the ground with his strong will.

The time that was less than ten breaths was as if Chen Mo had spent the longest time in his life. After a while, he sprayed several mouthfuls of blood, the pain slowly subsided until it subsided.

Even so, Chen Mo also rested for a while before he could barely have the strength to sit up. When he recalled his experience just now, he was scared.

If I hadn't been careful, I had only guided a very small trace of spiritual energy into my body and dipped it in a very small drop of strange water into my mouth, I'm afraid I would have to explain it here.

But what if I don’t try? Chen Mo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but he didn’t think he was abrupt this time. Anyone who is cautious would do this, right?

At first, Chen Mo only wanted to escape, and did not care, and did not even find the special nature of this desolate land and the strange water.

Later, after getting used to it, I realized that although this place is deserted, it is full of spiritual energy. The intensity of spiritual energy here is only afraid of the important place of Kongsang Xianmen - the spiritual spring - which one glance is incomparable, and it can even be said to be only one percent of the one here.

As for the pale white strange water, it is even more indescribable. Chen Mo wanted to compare it with the spiritual spring of Kongsang Immortal Sect, but found that it was impossible to compare it at all, probably not as good as the spiritual energy of this strange water.

In this way, that strange water is a treasure! A treasure that cannot be measured in value! This is also a treasure land, and I am afraid that the world will never find a treasure land of the second place!

If the "Kongsang Immortal Road Record" is not nonsense, it has clearly stated that in ancient times, the legendary in which the world has undergone tremendous changes, resulting in the thinning of spiritual energy between the world and the laws of the world.

The powerful ancient cultivators were extinct because of this. The remaining people were unwilling to accept it. It was not until a long time that they discovered a new path of cultivation, and finally there were cultivators in the world.

However, these cultivators are much worse than those of ancient cultivators. After all, the world has changed dramatically, and the inheritance of the cultivation world has been cut off for so many generations, and many things have been destroyed in time.

How powerful were ancient cultivators and how did they practice? Chen Mo didn’t know. But Chen Mo knew that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is really thin, so thin that it could barely support their practice in the early stage of the qi training stage of the cultivator.

Legend has it that once the Qi training period is over, even if you meditate for fifty years, the spiritual energy you inhaled will not be enough to fill your dantian once.

This sounds ridiculous. Spiritual energy is the basis for cultivators. But that's the fact. Even if Chen Mo is at the first level of Qi training, he still needs to occasionally supplement the Spirit Valley to support his own practice.

This is certainly because Chen Mo's spiritual roots are inferior, but what if he is strong? The spiritual roots are thin and he is reborn only after night. The cultivator can sense the spiritual energy within a radius of ten miles. Could it be that he has absorbed all this place and changed to another place to meditate?

Therefore, modern practitioners mostly rely on the spiritual energy contained in herbs, pills, even metal and stones, and strange objects to practice, rather than the natural spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

The power of spiritual roots lies in the efficiency of absorption of these things... In this way, isn't this a unique treasure land? Isn't that strange water a treasure that cannot be measured in value?

Thinking of this, Chen Mo couldn't help but smile bitterly. If the spiritual energy of this treasure land could be absorbed by him and the strange water could be taken, then even if his spiritual roots were poor, he could still break through continuously in a short period of time.

Helplessly, the spiritual energy here seems gentle. Once it absorbs into the body, it becomes extremely violent and has no way to operate Ruyi, but it hurts the meridians.

As for the strange water, it is even more violent and will scatter into the flesh and blood, causing the flesh and blood to swell and suffer unbearable pain.

If Chen Mo had not used very little, he would have been afraid that the flesh and blood would have burst out and the consequences would be unbearable. Even now, Chen Mo knew that his body had left secret injuries, and he could not find herbs here, so he could only wait for his body to recover slowly.

Now, I am afraid I am really facing a huge dilemma.

But people have to live to have hope. How dare Chen Mo forget this sentence that the village chief’s grandfather often said? He doesn’t plan to give up. Even in a barren land, he has to find a way to survive.

After thinking calmly, Chen Mo took out a close-fitting cloth bag from his arms. There were originally some Spirit Valley seeds in the bag, but Chen Mo grabbed a few of them in his hands. Now he is going to survive, so there is only this only hope.

Linggu seeds are also Linggu, but the finished Linggu has been brewed, ground, removed from the shell, and becomes easy to store and easy to eat, but it cannot be planted again.

In fact, if it is not so particular, the seeds of Ling Valley can also be edible and their effects are similar to those of Ling Valley. If Ling Valley is not used for practice, one grain can barely support people for three or two days.

Now there are about a hundred seeds in your hand, and it will not be a problem to last for a year or two. But you have to live for a long time... Chen Mo pondered and thought carefully, and found that there was only one way left, that is, farming.

"After all..." Chen Mo smiled bitterly, it seemed that this was a destiny.

Fortunately, he is not a pessimistic person and can endure loneliness. He took action immediately after saying that...

There was only a small piece of land and a complete set of spiritual tools. In addition, Chen Mo was a good at managing the fields, so for about half an hour, this piece of land hidden behind the rocks was sorted out by Chen Mo.

It doesn't matter if you don't care about it. After taking care of it, Chen Mo realized that the dark field soil is also full of spiritual energy, and it also contains a vitality that can only be sensed by the wood spiritual roots, which continues. It is not much better than the spiritual fields in the sect.

But Chen Mo was already numb. Even if there was a life in the field, he had missed it. No matter how good it was, it would be like a trapped prison. What's the use of not being able to get out of everything?

However, no matter what, when Chen Mo saw the fields he had taken care of, he felt a natural satisfaction. After wiping his sweat, Chen Mo also found that this small field had to be planted with only nine crops.

"Nine trees are nine." Chen Mo didn't care. The spiritual valley he planted could basically have more than 100 grains on one ear of grain, and the good ones were even almost 200.

This place is full of spiritual energy and will not be bad no matter how bad it is. Even if one of them only has ninety millets, nine are enough for him to eat, and he can even use some for his practice.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo became optimistic. You must know that the spiritual valley he planted in the sect does not belong to him. How much he can get depends on the distribution of the sect. If the overall harvest of the sect is not good this year, it is possible that he will not give a single grain to him.

Soon, the nine seeds were carefully planted by Chen Mo to this extraordinary land.
Chapter completed!