Chapter 1427 God of Agriculture, what do you mean?
"Wow!"
Farmer 163 fell to the ground. Hannibal put 163 on the table and complained: "You can't go and bleed him first. The ground is covered with blood..."
Bai Qi scratched his head in embarrassment: "Here, I've never cooked before."
Lin Fan picked up the space ring in Nong 163's hand, used the Shura chain to drag out Nong 163's soul, and said softly: "Kneel down."
"Crash!"
The chains slowly contracted, as if they were about to crush Nong 163's soul.
The God of Agriculture is not very strong to begin with, not to mention that Nong 163 is only a seventh-level God of Agriculture, and is unable to resist the constraints of Shura.
In an instant, the Shura chains merged into Nong Yiliu San's soul, like ink dripping into white paper, and the soul surging with divine light instantly turned into a dark shadow.
The pain and fear on Nong 163's face disappeared, and he knelt down on one knee with a numb expression: "I have met the master."
Lin Fan chuckled and said: "I will compose the funeral songs of the gods myself."
At this time, there was only one farmer left in the God Realm, Nong 162.
That's me, Lin Fan.
As long as he really dies, what is false becomes true.
Lin Fan opened the kitchen door and walked out. He clasped his fists at the gods in the restaurant and said, "Everyone, I'm sorry, I have something to do at the temple, so I won't be the protagonist today."
Many gods looked at Lin Fan in surprise, but didn't say anything and just nodded.
After all, at every banquet hosted by Han Xiaoba, there were always gods who were unable to attend for some reason.
Lin Fan walked out of the restaurant and returned to the Temple of the God of Agriculture through the teleportation array.
Although the Temple of the God of Agriculture is a temple, it is not gorgeous. The whole body is golden and wheat-colored, and the walls are hung with mature ears of wheat, as well as various plant seeds, as well as some agricultural tools such as hoes and sickles.
Lin Fan followed Bai Qi's description, walked all the way through the Temple of the God of Agriculture, and finally entered a countryside.
Endless pastoral.
As far as the eye can see, various crops are divided into categories, and various fruit trees in the distance are lush and fruitful.
"It's really well taken care of." Lin Fan looked down, but then frowned: "But..."
I saw a strong wind blowing past, causing the wheat fields to turn into waves. Many wheat seedlings and rice seedlings swayed violently with the wind, and some wheat seedlings fell directly to the ground.
Obviously, the ability to resist lodging is not good.
"It hasn't been improved much. It was blown away by the wind." Lin Fan squatted on the ground and looked down at the wheat seedlings.
Although Lin Fan was not good at farming, he could tell at a glance that some of the wheat ears were shriveled, while others were not plump and not as big as the wheat seedlings in Daxia.
Look at the fruit trees in the distance. Although the fruit trees bear fruits, the fruits are not big and the number is small. They look hard and astringent.
"The farming skills of the Temple of Saturn are very good, but the crops they grow are too primitive and have not been much improved."
"Well...the gods pride themselves on being noble, and they will definitely not sit down and cross-breed crops from generation to generation to increase yields. They would rather release more of the god of agriculture's power to make the land more fertile."
"Even this primitive type of crop can still have a high yield under their care. They don't need to rack their brains to think of various ways to increase the yield."
This is not difficult to understand.
The gods are too powerful.
The divine power they possess is enough to make up for many shortcomings.
If humans had just entered agricultural civilization, there would have been modern fertilizers and pesticides that could provide enough output to feed everyone.
Then humans will no longer think of hybridizing plants, cultivating various excellent varieties, and increasing yields.
If we have that time, we might as well produce more fertilizers, develop more new varieties of fertilizers, and increase fertilizer production simply and effectively.
Produce.
It is precisely because humans are naturally weak that they have to use all means and rack their brains to increase agricultural production.
On the one hand, we learn about retting and organic fertilizers, and eventually develop modern fertilizers and pesticides. On the other hand, we continue to cross-breed original varieties to develop better varieties.
Just like the treatment method of the Temple of Life, under the influence of the wonderful and powerful divine power, some skill points in the God Realm are obviously wrong and seriously biased.
Just like if humans were in the primitive era of slash-and-burn farming, they could deliver peace express by hand.
Then who is still free to invent thermal weapons? Who is still free to practice martial arts?
Wouldn't it be nice to rub it a few more times if you have the time?
Lin Fan sighed: "To grow such rubbish crops, this planting technology and the power of the God of Agriculture are simply a waste."
"We still have to capture them back to Daxia quickly and let them grow better varieties of food."
After all, these grains are from Daxia!
With all your agricultural power and planting skills, you actually use it to grow such primitive varieties.
It’s a complete waste of my Daxia food output!
Just as Lin Fan was thinking about this, several gods of agriculture in the distance who were helping the God of Green Wood carry fruit trees and dig crops and grass shouted loudly: "One Six Three, why are you back?"
"Oh, I'm back to help!" Lin Fan said as he walked away.
"Then come and work together!" After the god of agriculture finished speaking, he asked curiously: "What did Elder Bai Xiaoqi ask you to do just now?"
Lin Fan said indifferently: "Oh, he got two tickets and took me to the banquet hosted by Han Xiaoba..."
As soon as these words came out.
"Gudu."
"Gudu."
Several nearby gods of agriculture and gods of green wood were stunned for a moment, looking at Lin Fan with envious eyes, and some of the gods of agriculture even drooled with envy.
"What?"
"The banquet hosted by Han Xiaoba? The deputy master of the Temple of Food, Han Xiaoba?"
Lin Fan nodded: "Ah, yes."
"Oh my god, if you don't eat there, what will you do when you come back?"
"That was the banquet held by Han Xiaoba! The entire God Realm knows that the food he cooked is extremely delicious, contains wonderful fragrance, and can nourish divine power!"
All the gods of agriculture had expressions of disbelief on their faces, and the gods of the green wood also looked at Lin Fan in disbelief.
But Lin Fan looked righteous and reprimanded loudly: "What kind of attitude do you have!"
"Do you know that you are the god of agriculture?"
"You don't even have to work anymore when you have delicious food, right? We are the gods of agriculture! I love this field and these crops so much!"
"The joy of harvesting through your hard work, this sense of accomplishment is incomparable to anything else!"
"Not to mention the delicacies made by Han Xiaoba, even if the position of God King is in front of me, it can't shake my determination to farm!"
"I just want to grow more land and work more! What's so strange about this!"
As soon as these words came out, the gods of agriculture were speechless and their eyes became respectful.
A god of agriculture gave a thumbs up: "Nong 163, I just thought you were just eating and waiting to die, but I didn't expect you to be so enlightened!"
"I misjudged you before. I will report your words to the Lord God. The Lord God will definitely praise you and set you as a role model for the whole temple."
"That's right, who said that Han Xiaoba and Elder Zhang are the models of hard work? How can I, a pure-blooded god, be inferior! Your consciousness is enough to rival theirs!"
Lin Fan waved.
He raised his hand and looked at the Aoki Gods: "Okay, let's not talk about this. I'm here to help with the work. I just help you dig some crops, grass and fruit trees for your Aoki Temple, right?"
The God of Aoki nodded: "It's troublesome."
"It's okay, I'm here to help." Lin Fan took out a shovel, dug out the wheat seedlings, and then suddenly said: "By the way, I recently discovered some new varieties. The vines are tough and may be very good at fighting. Do you want them?
Go and have a look?"
That's great! A sixth-level Aoki God heard this and nodded: "I'll go take a look with you."
"follow me."
Lin Fan waved his hand and led the god of green wood towards the orchard.
The lush fruit trees blocked the two figures and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.
Lin Fan led the way with a sickle in front, and the God of Green Wood behind him looked excited: "Where is it?"
"Don't worry, just keep walking and we'll be there." Lin Fan wanted to make sure that what happened next would not be seen by anyone.
Looking at the God of Green Wood behind him, Lin Fan said with a complicated expression: "It's only one...it's not even worth the price of admission."
After all, just by becoming Nong 163, he had consumed the only remaining soul of the "God of Speed".
If it was just to kill a god of green wood, it would be a bit of a loss.
The God of Aoki asked curiously: "What is one? What is the ticket price?"
"It's okay. You'll know what the fare is soon." Lin Fan waved his hand indifferently. Suddenly, another Aoki God came behind him and asked with some expectation: "I heard that a new crop was discovered?"
This God of Aoki has a seventh level of strength.
"Well, you should come and take a look too." Lin Fan showed a bright smile.
Lin Fan led the two Gods of Green Wood towards the depths of the orchard.
It was indeed an endless pastoral, covering an area of tens of thousands of hectares. Lin Fan walked for half an hour without seeing the end, and could not see the edge at a glance.
In the depths of the endless pastoral land where no one has visited, Lin Fan stopped and said, "We're here."
"Are you here?" The two gods of green wood were stunned for a moment, looked at the surrounding fruit trees, and frowned: "There are no new products. They are all common fruit trees, apples, pears... Where are the new products?"
"The new products are here." Lin Fan replied in a low voice.
The two Aoki gods widened their eyes in disbelief.
The Nong 163 in front of me suddenly changed.
The simple back of an old farmer turned into a young man.
The scarlet Shura divine power filled the air, and the two Shura knives suddenly condensed!
Those white eyes were like the gaze of an evil ghost, and a terrifying grin appeared on Lin Fan's face.
New product, Shura God!
"you!"
"Run!"
The quick-reacting God Aoki understood everything instantly!
The fare turned out to be your own!
He turned around to run, but it was too late.
The Shura domain has been expanded!
The soil turned into a pool of bright red blood, the head opened its mouth wide and let out a silent wail, the remaining limbs surged in the sea of blood, and pale palms held the ankles of the two Aoki gods.
"Crash!"
Chains turned from white bones surrounded them, instantly binding the two Aoki Gods.
"Buzz!"
The Shura sword slashed out with a bang!
The dark sword light is like a black dragon sweeping across!
The heads of the two Aoki gods were chopped off simultaneously, and the two headless corpses fell to the ground.
There was absolutely no chance to resist.
Although the orchard is the battle of the God of Aoki,
However, Lin Fan is a high-level Shura God at the peak of the twelfth level!
Even if these two sixth- and seventh-level Aoki gods were in an orchard, they would not be able to compete with a high-level Shura god who was at the peak of the twelfth level. They were not even qualified to resist.
Lin Fan stretched out his palms with a smile: "Now, kneel down!"
"Crash!"
Burning with red flames, the Shura chains turned from white bones forcefully dragged out two souls with faces full of pain and wailing silently, and then tightened again.
It penetrated into the soul inch by inch, instantly rendering the two souls like black ink.
"Master." Two dark shadows knelt on one knee and said numbly and mechanically, like loyal guards who had no emotions and absolutely obeyed orders.
Lin Fan stretched out a hand, and the two shadows instantly turned into black mist and were absorbed into his body.
The next moment, Lin Fan's appearance began to change again.
His height gradually increased, and his body shape changed from a farmer to a tall and thin middle-aged man, as thin as a tree.
Her hair also turned into dark green curls, her wheat-colored skin became as fair as that of a forest elf, and her ears became those of an elf.
The God of Green Wood has some blood relationship with the wood elves living in the forest.
When the transformation was completed, Lin Fan was exactly the same as the seventh-level Aoki God lying on the ground.
Lin Fan put the headless corpse and the head of the seventh-level Green Wood God into the space ring, then took out the sickle from before, gritted his teeth and slashed his palm.
"puff!"
Blood spurts out.
Lin Fan threw the sickle on the ground, wiped the blood on the ground on his clothes, then covered his arms and rushed out with a look of pain on his face, shouting: "Someone is coming! Someone is coming quickly!"
The shrill screams echoed throughout the endless countryside.
The God of Agriculture and the God of Green Wood who were busy in the wheat field looked subconsciously and saw a figure covered in blood rushing out from among the lush fruit trees.
"Qingcang?" The God of Qingmu recognized the figure and rushed over quickly: "What's going on! How can you still be injured in this endless countryside?"
"Nong 163, Nong 163 suddenly attacked!" Lin Fan covered his arm and gritted his teeth and said: "Quick, go in and help..."
"What!"
"The God of Agriculture is sneaking up on us?" The Gods of Aoki looked at Lin Fan in disbelief.
Several farm gods on the side also looked shocked: "Don't talk nonsense!"
"Why would Nong 163 attack you! He is an honest man!"
"Besides, our two temples are as close as one family, how could he sneak up on you! Besides, we are the gods of agriculture, and we are not good at fighting!"
The God of Green Wood looked at Lin Fan's palm and walked quickly into the forest.
Several agricultural gods also walked quickly.
Not long after.
Lin Fan covered his palms and gasped: "Right, right here, it was so dangerous just now..."
On the ground, the sixth-level Aoki God fell in blood, his body stiff, and the head on the side was filled with unbelievable fear, and his mouth was open, as if silently wailing.
For a while.
Many Aoki Gods had ugly expressions, and one Aoki God said coldly: "Did Nong 163 take action?"
"Yes, yes..." Lin Fan covered his palms and said painfully: "That cunning Nong 163 brought us here and suddenly attacked behind us!"
"His head was chopped off on the spot. I was lucky enough to block it with my hands right away. Before I could fight back, he had already run away..."
Before they finished speaking, all the Gods of Green Wood had already looked at several Gods of Agriculture. The ninth-level God of Green Wood, headed by them, said with a gloomy face: "God of Agriculture! What do you mean!"
