In the early morning, the dojo was quiet, Chu Yuan and Duobao were sleeping, and only Chen Jing was busy alone.

Since there were too few seeds and seedlings to buy, even if only one plant was planted on an acre of land, there would still be empty in the spiritual field, so he was going to buy some seeds of Huangliang rice.

Huangliang rice is a second-order spiritual rice, and the best spiritual rice in the immortal cultivation world is a second-order spiritual rice.

The immortal cultivators of the Jindan stage have completely cleared the valley, and they don't need to eat anymore, so there is no third-order spiritual rice in the immortal cultivation realm.

Senior Brother Leng was still very generous, he saw that Chen Jing had bought five thousand merit point seeds, and with a wave of his hand, he paid out of his own pocket and sent five catties of Huangliang rice seeds to Chen Jing.

He did this, of course, because he hoped that Chen Jing would continue to buy elixirs or elixir seeds from him, and Chen Jing also accepted the favor of Senior Brother Leng.

Sowing seeds is already familiar to Chen Jing.

He specially divided an area for the third-order elixir, and in order to prevent them from competing for the aura, every two third-order elixirs were separated by hundreds of meters.

In its natural state, it would take at least two hundred years for a third-order elixir to be planted to be harvested. One can imagine how huge the aura required for the growth of the third-order elixir is.

"Spirit Gathering Array!"

Suddenly, Chen Jing realized that he might have missed something crucial.

Although it is said that the spiritual energy of the Qianyuan Holy Land is abundant, if he wants to compress the time of two hundred years into one month, he must use the Spirit Gathering Array to gather all the spiritual energy into the spiritual field.

If the elixir could not ripen normally due to the lack of aura, he would have suffered a big loss.

There was no way, he had just planted Zhu Guo and Liuyang Flower, and left the dojo in a hurry.

He first bought a set of third-order spirit gathering magic arrays in the array hall, and then went to the deacon hall to exchange for 8,000 medium-grade spirit stones, and spent 20,000 merit points to only 2,000 points.

However, after this trip, no inner disciples came to talk to him.

True disciples who don't have merit points will ignore the dogs!

After spending almost all the merits, Chen Jing's heart calmed down and didn't feel any pain at all.

Other True Transmission disciples accumulate merit points in order to be promoted to the Holy Son and Holy Maiden...... Does Chen Jing need to be a holy son?

What Chen Jing needs is a channel to obtain high-level resources, not anything else.

For him, the identity of a true disciple was enough.

He is a martial artist, can he still compete with a group of immortal cultivators for the next Holy Lord of the Qianyuan Holy Land.

He has his own martial arts and his own path to follow!

Chen Jing felt sorry for the merit points, because he felt sorry for the money, but now, the money has been spent anyway, what else is there to feel sorry for?

Back at the dojo, Chen Jing arranged the large array in the spiritual field according to the instructions of the formation, and put a hundred medium-grade spirit stones into the array plate.

With a bang, the Spirit Gathering Array was in operation.

Under the effect of the Spirit Gathering Array, a gust of wind blew in the void around the Shenwu Palace, and a funnel-shaped vortex took shape in an instant.

The spiritual energy in the void, attracted by this funnel-shaped whirlpool, converged towards the spiritual field one after another.

The anomaly in Chen Jing's dojo was observed by many disciples, but they only glanced at it and stopped looking at it anymore.

In the Qianyuan Holy Land, the Spirit Gathering Array is not a rare thing, and almost every true disciple has one.

Gradually, Lingtian was shrouded in a thin layer of spiritual mist.

Chen Jing used his spiritual power to inhale the spiritual energy into the divine soul through the opened acupuncture points. He immediately felt a feeling of refreshment in his soul.

"Still no! The speed of swallowing aura is too slow! ”

Chen Jing had a disappointed look on his face.

He originally thought that as long as the aura from the outside world was stronger, the speed at which his soul absorbed the aura would become the same as that of an immortal cultivator.

However, this is not the case.

The divine soul is hidden in the inside of the body, and it only relies on those eight hundred acupuncture points to absorb the spiritual energy, and the speed is not as good as that of the immortal cultivators of the Five Elements Miscellaneous Spirit Root.

"Forget it, keep farming. There will be a day! ”

Chen Jing shook his head and continued to "hoe the day of the noon, sweat drops into the soil", farming to support his family.

His cultivation is still not enough, and there are too few means against the enemy, so it is better to be stable before he has the cultivation of the Yuan Infant Stage.

He had no reason to take the risk.

Unless one day, his cultivation reaches a bottleneck, then he has to go out and take risks.

He doesn't need to be trained.

He lived in Blue Star for thirty years, twenty years in the era of peace, and ten years in the last days.

Especially after the outbreak of the end times, he saw the truest human nature.

Success and failure, he has experienced, the cave room has candles, he has participated, birth, old age, sickness and death, joys and sorrows, he has experienced.

Every day in the last days, there are countless stories unfolded, and he killed himself from the sea of corpses and blood, and what else did he experience.

Chen Jinghao was busy, but his current cultivation was ten times stronger than when he first arrived in Qinglong Mountain, and in one day, he had taken care of sixty-six acres of spiritual fields tightly and orderly.

Not only that, but he also opened a ditch to divert the water from the lake to the spiritual field.

He even felt that it would not be a problem for him to manage a thousand acres of spiritual land alone.

When the sun set, Chu Yuan finally woke up.

Last night, he practiced martial arts all night, and his spirit was so tired that he actually slept all day.

Chu Yuan simply nibbled on two spirit fruits for dinner, and hurried to the practice room.

In the practice room, Chen Jing and Duobao had already arrived.

"Master!"

Chu Yuan saluted.

In order not to let Chu Yuan's black and white be reversed, tonight, Chen Jing only taught for an hour, and then let Chu Yuan go back to rest.

Chu Yuan said that he couldn't sleep for too long during the day, Chen Jing didn't say a word, and a fascination Dafa was thrown over, and Chu Yuan suddenly fell asleep.

Chen Jing didn't go back to the room to rest, he took Duobao and went to Lingtian.

A spirit gathering array was arranged in the spiritual field, in which the spiritual energy was majestic, which was very suitable for cultivation.

He placed Duobao in the center of the formation and let it cultivate well, and then, he walked over to a vermilion seedling, and his hands were filled with clear light.

Early the next morning, there were thirty more third-order elixirs in the spiritual field.

The quality of the third-order elixir was too high, and the seeds and seedlings were too fragile, Chen Jing didn't dare to give birth too much, he just gave them to the level of growing for a year, and then stopped giving birth.

With five thousand merits, Chen Jing can't afford to take this risk.

In the following time, Chen Jing gradually accelerated the progress of birth, from one night and one year, to gradually improving, one month a year, one and a half years, two years, two years and three months......

Half a month later, Chen Jing's spiritual field was already shrouded in medicinal and fruity aromas.

Of course, the movements in the spiritual field could not be hidden from Chu Yuan, although he had seen it a long time ago, but the elixir that Chen Jing planted this time was really extraordinary.

"Master, are you using martial arts supernatural powers?"

endured it and endured it, but Chu Yuan still didn't hold back. This magical ability makes him yearn for it.

Chen Jing didn't say a word, and took Chu Yuan to the spiritual field where yellow sorghum rice was planted.

"Come, lose your Gang Qi to these yellow sorghum rice!"