"Oh no, no. ”

Suddenly, a desolate man grabbed a clump of spiritual rice and ran out of the verdant green rice field, screaming in panic.

When Gongliang and Mr. Gongjia, Chengyuan Gong, Ji Lao and others heard this, they looked over.

Ji Lao asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

"Look. "The desolate man respectfully offered the spiritual rice.

Ji Lao took the spiritual rice and observed, and Gongliang and Mr. Gongjia and others also leaned over to watch.

Looking closely, they found that although this clump of spiritual rice still looked green on the surface, in fact, the vitality inside had been exhausted, and the shape was withered, gradually revealing a withered yellow and haggard color. In just a few moments, the leaf tips of this clump of spiritual rice had lost their vitality and dried up, as if they had been burned by fire.

Ji Lao frowned, according to his experience in dealing with Linggu for countless years, he couldn't see what happened to this Lingdao.

It is strange to say that it is a disease, but there is no trace of the disease, that it is said that it is a pest, but there is no pest, and that there is a foreign body parasitic to corrode the foundation, but it is not visible, but it is strange.

"Is there a lot of spiritual rice in the fields in this situation?" asked the elder Ji.

"Not much, just a small piece. "The desolate man answered honestly.

"Then pull them all out and burn them, lest they spread. "Elder Ji is like a veteran of the march, commanding.

"Wow. ”

The desolate man was about to turn around and pull it out, but he saw a desolate man running over from the side in a panic and said, "Oh no, a large number of rice seedlings in the field are about to die without knowing what's going on." And it spreads to the side, very fast. ”

When the old man heard this, he immediately flew up and flew towards the fast crying spirit rice that the desolate man said.

Gongliang hurriedly rose into the air with Mr. Gongjia and others and chased after him.

Lying prone from the air, 10,000 acres of rice fields came into view, and not far from where they were standing, there was a piece of withered yellow spiritual rice spreading everywhere, and the speed was very fast.

Ji Lao took a look at the sky above, and immediately walked to the spiritual field, pulled up a row of vermicelli yellow spiritual rice and watched.

Mr. Gongjia, Gong Chengyuan and others also pulled one up.

Gongliang also casually picked up a spiritual rice plant from the side and looked at it carefully.

After looking at it for a while, I found that it was still the same as before, and I couldn't see any diseased insect pests and parasites, and my forehead couldn't help wrinkling a "three" horizontal stripe. If you look at it again, you won't be able to find the cause, so you tear the rice seedlings apart from the middle and examine them carefully, but you still can't see anything.

"Ahh

The sound seemed to take away all his physical strength, and his body shook and staggered, as if he was about to fall down at any moment.

Gongliang hurriedly stepped forward to help him, and said with concern: "Old Ji, are you okay?"

Ji Lao rubbed his eyes, waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's just that the little old man is ashamed of his son! ”

You don't need to feel guilty at all, according to the inventory in the valley, even if the Lingtian in the valley fails to harvest a few times, you are not afraid that you will not have to eat, you don't need to worry. ”

"Alas, it's always the little old man's lack of ability. It would be good if Mr. Gu Liang was here, if he was still in the Miao Dao Immortal Sect, even if he couldn't see this disease, he would definitely be able to eradicate it. We don't have to lose so much spiritual rice?"

"Who is Mr. Gu Liang?"

"Mr. Gu Liang created the lineage of spiritual planters, which can be regarded as the ancestor of spiritual planters. ”

"He's still alive?"

"I don't know, I haven't heard from him for a long time, I guess it should be an immortal!"

When the old man said this, he hurriedly stopped, and then instructed the desolate man: "Go and pull out those diseased spiritual rices, lest they infect other spiritual rices, otherwise this season of spiritual rice in the valley will be all costs." ”

When the barren people heard his words, they quickly ran to the fields to pull out the diseased rice seedlings.

It's just that Gongliang is not optimistic about this, according to what he saw in the air, this season's Spirit Valley should be out of harvest.

Because the disease of spiritual rice spreads too fast, the desolate people can't pull it out at all.

Mr. Gongjia and Mr. Narigaki were still looking at the diseased rice seedlings carefully, intending to help find out the disease. Seeing them like this, Ji Lao pulled up another rice seedling and examined it. There is no way to rely on external forces for this disease, because once the spiritual field outside encounters this disease, it can only wait for the spiritual rice in the spiritual field to slowly wither, and there is no other way.

At first, when this disease came, they also went to see it a few times, and they knew about the situation, so now they can only rely on themselves.

Gongliang also picked up the rice seedlings and continued to look at them, and after a careful observation, he found that the spiritual rice was not like other diseases, but only spots, dead leaves, etc., but was caused by the slow loss of vitality in the body. This is caused by the fact that the roots are unable to draw nutrients from the soil, or that something parasitizes the rice seedlings to suck the aura, otherwise this would never have happened.

It's just that he took a look, and there are no two situations in the spirit rice, so what's going on?

The public conscience was strange, and he unconsciously sank his divine consciousness into the spiritual rice.

In an instant, he seemed to have come to the inside of the spiritual rice, and when he looked around, he saw that streams of vitality and spiritual energy continued to flow down the filaments like blood vessels and meridians in the spiritual rice.

This is strange, it is generally the roots that draw vitality and aura from the leylines to feed the upper part of the plant. When did the vitality of the upper plant flow to the roots?

Gongliang was surprised, so he walked down the vitality that flowed to the roots.

As I walked, I came to the root and suddenly found that all the vitality and aura had converged into a small black dot like fine sand in the center of the rhizome of the spiritual rice.

What is this?

Gongliang grabbed it casually, but found that there was a greedy desire to eat him from the small black grain.

In fact, Xiao Hei Li did the same, and a devouring force came out of it, constantly devouring his divine consciousness that entered the Spirit Rice.

Gongliang hurriedly threw the little black grain out, his divine consciousness returned to his body, and he frowned when he looked at the spiritual rice in his hand. According to what I have just seen, this rice seedling must have suffered from an infestation, because the little black grain deliberately wanted to devour his divine consciousness, although this idea was weak, but at least it was a symbol of life.

Find the source, and things will be easy.

Gongliang looked at the rhizome of the spiritual rice and searched for a while, only to find the incomprehensible, smaller than a grain of sand, that wanted to devour his divine sense.

He took out a jade spoon as white as jade and picked up the worm to show Mr. Gongjia and the others.

They didn't expect that the thing that harmed the spiritual field of the Miao Dao Immortal Sect turned out to be a worm that couldn't be smaller.

But after looking at it for a while, everyone frowned, because this thing was too small and it was not easy to deal with. Ji Lao used the used deworming to kill the insects, but found that there was no way at all.

If you can't even get rid of the insects, then it's troublesome.

Because you can't sprinkle poison, it will hurt Linggu, so the insect control is generally used. But if you want to control the law to such a small insecticide, and don't destroy the spiritual rice, it will be difficult.

Mr. Gongjia and Gong Narigaki also tried to use their own means to get rid of insects, but unfortunately they couldn't do anything.

Gongliang also tried, but it didn't work, because he couldn't control his power to such a subtle level, and it didn't hurt the plants. Even Yanhuo can't help it, because this thing doesn't seem to be afraid of fire, and it can even be devoured.

For a moment, everyone was at a loss.