After only a moment of excitement, Chen Mo immediately sat down cross-legged, and entered the state of practicing in a short time.

If the idea in his heart is feasible, it is not impossible to hope to get out of the trap and break through the thick fog.

But he didn't want to, less than half a moment after Chen Mo entered the state of concentration, he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood and woke up from his cultivation suddenly.

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

But this disappointment quickly turned into firmness, in such a predicament, how could there be hope without Bo? As soon as he thought of this, Chen Mo stood up again, walked quickly to the stone wall, stared at the stone pit full of 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..."At the entrance of the strange water, Chen Mo prayed silently in his heart, and he was ready to practice again, but who knew that this time he didn't even finish praying, Chen Mo felt a violent aura rise from the lower abdomen of the dantian, like a knife stirring fire, and instantly affecting the flesh and blood of the whole body.

"Hmm..." Chen Mo exclaimed in pain, the huge pain made him unable to even stand, and he fell to the ground all of a sudden, only with a tenacious will, he barely rolled on the ground in pain.

Ten breathless time, like the longest time in Chen Mo's life, survived, sprayed several mouthfuls of blood, and the pain slowly subsided until it subsided.

Rao is like this, Chen Mo also rested for a while, and then he barely had the strength to sit up, recalling the experience just now, he was afraid for a while.

If I hadn't been careful, only a very small trace of spiritual energy had been channeled into my body, and I had only dipped a very small drop of strange water into the entrance, I am afraid that I would have to explain here.

But what if you don't try? Chen Mo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, he didn't think that he was abrupt this time, and no matter how cautious he was, he would be like this, right?

At first, Chen Mo only wanted to get out, but he didn't care, and he didn't even notice the specialness of this barren land and the strange water.

Later, after adapting to it, I realized that although this place is barren, the aura is compelling, and the intensity of the aura here is only afraid of the heavy land of the Empty Mulberry Immortal Gate - the place where the spiritual spring is located cannot be compared, and it can even be said that it is only one percent of here.

As for the pale white strange water, it is even more indescribable. Chen Mo wanted to use the spiritual spring of the Empty Mulberry Immortal Gate to compare with it, but found that it could not be compared at all, and he was afraid that it was not as good as this strange water aura.

In this way, that strange water is a treasure! A treasure of immeasurable value! This is also a treasure land, and I am afraid that there will be no second treasure place in the world!

If the "Empty Mulberry Immortal Road Chronicles" is not nonsense, it has clearly explained that in ancient times, when the legend could not be examined, there were huge changes in heaven and earth, resulting in the thinning of the aura between heaven and earth, and the laws of heaven and earth also underwent drastic changes.

The powerful Ancient Cultivators became extinct as a result. The rest of the people were unwilling, and it wasn't until a long time passed that they found a new path of cultivation, and finally there were cultivators in heaven and earth.

However, these cultivators are much inferior to the ancient cultivators, after all, the heavens and the earth have changed dramatically, and the inheritance of the cultivation realm has been broken for so many generations, and many things have been annihilated in time.

How powerful were the ancient cultivators, and how did they cultivate? Chen Mo didn't know. But Chen Mo knew that the aura of heaven and earth was really thin today, so thin that it could barely support cultivation only in the early stage of a cultivator's qi cultivation stage.

Legend has it that once the Qi training period has passed, even if you meditate for 50 years, the aura you inhale will not be enough to fill the dantian once.

It sounds ridiculous, Reiki is the foundation of a cultivator. But this is the case, even if Chen Mo is at the first level of Qi cultivation, he needs to occasionally replenish the Spirit Valley to support his cultivation.

Of course, there is a reason why Chen Mo's spiritual root is inferior, but even if the spiritual root is strong, what if the spiritual energy is thin, and it is only reborn at night, the cultivator can sense the spiritual energy within a radius of ten miles at most, so could it be that he has absorbed all of this place and meditated in another place?

Therefore, modern cultivators mostly rely on the aura contained in medicinal herbs, pills, and even gold and stones, and strange things to cultivate, rather than the natural aura between heaven and earth.

The strength of the spiritual root lies in the absorption efficiency of these things.... So, isn't this a unique treasure place? Isn't the strange water a treasure of immeasurable value?

Thinking of this, Chen Mo couldn't help but smile bitterly, if the aura of this treasure land could be absorbed by himself, and the strange water could be consumed, then even if his spiritual root was inferior, he would be able to break through continuously in a short period of time.

Helplessly, the aura here seems to be mild, but as soon as it is absorbed into the body, it is found that it is extremely violent, and there is no way to run as expected, but it hurts the meridians.

As for the strange water, it is even more violent, and it will escape into the flesh, making the flesh swell and the pain unbearable.

If it weren't for Chen Mo's very little use, he was afraid that the flesh and blood would have burst open, and the consequences would be unbearable. Even now, Chen Mo knew that his body had also left a secret wound, and there were no herbs to be found here, so he could only wait for his body to recover slowly.

Now, I'm afraid I'm really facing a great predicament.

But only if people live can there be hope, how dare Chen Mo forget this sentence that the village chief's grandfather often said? He doesn't plan to give up, even if it's a barren land, he has to find a way to survive.

After thinking about it calmly, Chen Mo took out a close-fitting cloth bag from his arms, there were originally some Linggu seeds in the bag, and Chen Mo grabbed a few in his hand, and now he wants to live, there is only this only hope.

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

In fact, if you are not so particular, Linggu seeds are also edible, and the effect is similar to that of Linggu, and if Linggu is not used for cultivation, one grain can barely support people for three or two days.

Now there are about 100 seeds in my hand, and it is not a problem to last for a year and a half. But you have to live for a long time... Chen Mo groaned, thought about it carefully, and found that there was still only one way left, and that was farming.

"In the end..."Chen Mo smiled bitterly, it seemed that this was also a destiny.

Fortunately, he is not a pessimistic person, and he can endure loneliness. I immediately took action....

There is only a small slice of land, and there is a full set of spiritual tools, and Chen Mo is a good hand at taking care of the field, so it is not less than half an hour, and the field hidden behind the rocks is sorted out by Chen Mo.

It doesn't matter if you don't take care of it, as soon as you take care of it, Chen Mo found that this dark field is also full of spiritual energy, and it also contains a vitality that can only be sensed by the wood spirit root, which is endless. Compared to the Lingtian in the sect, it's just better, not too much.

But Chen Mo is already numb, even if he ignores such strange things as life in the fields, no matter how good this place is, it is like a trapped prison after all, what is the use of not being able to get out of everything?

But in any case, seeing the fields he had taken care of, Chen Mo still had a natural sense of satisfaction, wiping his sweat, Chen Mo also found that this small field could only plant nine crops when it was full.

"Nine is nine. Chen Mo didn't care, the Spirit Valley he planted could basically have more than 100 grains on an ear of grain, and the good ones were even 200 grains.

This place is full of spiritual energy, no matter how bad it is, even if it only bears ninety grains, nine trees are enough for him to eat, and he can even take some for cultivation.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo became optimistic, you must know that the spirit valley he planted in the sect does not belong to him, and 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 not to give him a single grain.

Soon, the nine seeds were carefully planted by Chen Mo in this extraordinary land.

But soon, a real problem made Chen Mo distressed again.