The outer disciples who started to cultivate the spiritual field didn't pay much attention, they had cultivated the spiritual field for so many years, and it was not uncommon for them to occasionally encounter insect plagues. But in the days that followed, the people panicked. Because they have exhausted all means, they can't eradicate this little bug, and their reproduction rate is too fast to contain the momentum.

These cultivation was hopeless, so the outer disciples who relied on planting spiritual fields to survive had no choice but to ask the sect for help.

After receiving the request for help, the sect immediately dispatched the relevant masters. But after a few days, it was also helpless. These little bugs are also barely counted as low-level spirit worms. They feed on plants that contain spiritual power all year round, and there are wonderful means to get into some magic circles that protect spiritual power. And if you want to kill them with spiritual means, the weak spiritual power in their bodies will explode, causing a certain amount of damage to Linggu. The fragile Linggu, which had already been bitten, couldn't bear the destruction at all.

The sect asked someone to help again, but it still didn't work. This back-and-forth delay has led to a major outbreak of this insect plague!

By the day before yesterday, more than 100,000 acres of spiritual fields in this outer gate had been taken care of by the insect plague!

Fortunately, the speed at which these spirit worms sucked the sap of the Spirit Valley was not very fast, and the large swaths of the Spirit Valley in these Spirit Fields had not yet completely died. But there is no way to deal with this, they can only watch their harvest die little by little, how can the people who planted the spiritual fields be embarrassed! Moreover, if these spiritual fields are not harvested, it means that they have no income this season.

Tens of thousands of people in the Bitter Sword Sect have to eat, and they can consume a part of the Spirit Valley. In addition to handing over the harvest of each season, the remaining part can also be traded out of the sect in exchange for some resources. These outer disciples have cultivated spiritual fields all their lives, often so that their children and grandchildren can have children to cultivate in the sect. Naturally, these resources are mainly used to support future generations. Therefore, if this is really a failure, the consequences will be casual.

The most terrifying thing is that the vast majority of the people in the sect are pure consumers on the Spirit Valley. If there is no harvest in this Spirit Valley, the problem of feeding tens of thousands of people in the sect will become a big problem! In this regard, it is impossible for the sect to have no reserves, and it can also buy from the outside, but this is a last resort to use the means.

This old man is a representative sent by the outer sect, and he came here with the elders of the sect to ask for help.

You must know that the sect has invited the spirit plant masters of several major sects around the sect these days, but the problem has not been solved. Releasing tasks to the sect is already a helpless move.

The old man thought that the spiritual valley he had worked so hard to cultivate was about to be destroyed, and he came out of sorrow, and he knelt down here and wept.

Fang Zhuo sighed deeply after reading the news of asking for help. He turned around and saw the old man's old face and helpless expression, and he didn't know what he could do. In terms of spiritual plants, Fang Zhuo could be said to know nothing, and in the face of the old man, he could only sympathize with him like everyone else.

At this time, an old man in black came on foot. The people around Fang Zhuo saw it from a distance and hurriedly dodged a way. Fang Zhuo's consciousness swept away, and his heart suddenly sank!

Because, this old man's breath is obscure and difficult to discern, and there are basically no spiritual power fluctuations coming out. This can only show one problem, the strength of the old man in black is very strong!

Feeling Fang Zhuo's divine sense, the old man glanced at him lightly. Fang Zhuo's heart was shocked, his consciousness was keen, and he was very careful when he applied it, but he was actually noticed by someone. And the old man in black didn't have any emotional changes in his eyes, but it brought Fang Zhuo pressure like a giant mountain!

"Sect disciples, listen!" The old man in black came to the front and stood still, and said in a deep voice: "If anyone can solve the task of this insect plague, the original reward of the sect will be doubled! The sect has decided to give another high-level spiritual weapon, and he will use ten bottles of spirit pills for himself, and he will have a chance to enter the Sword Valley once, and he can also enter the Xuanji Pavilion to choose one of his own exercises and swordsmanship!"

His voice was flat, and he wasn't deliberately loud. However, in this huge square, his words can be heard clearly in every corner. Moreover, no matter what position or angle you are in, the sound you hear is absolutely the same as standing in front of the old man.

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the audience!

Fang Zhuo didn't understand the meaning of these conditions, but most of the others knew it! However, after the uproar, most of the people shook their heads gloomily, because this task had been here for many days, and everyone knew very well that no one could solve it.

The old man in black looked at the people present, sighed gloomily, turned around and pulled up the old man who was farming outside the door, said a few words of comfort, and led him to the main hall on the side.

"Wait!"

Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted.

For a moment, almost all eyes in the square turned to the man.

When Fang Zhuo raised his right hand and shouted "Slowly", he didn't think much about it. But being stared at by so many people at the moment feels a little pressured.

"What?" the old man in black turned to look at him and asked, "Do you have a way?"

Fang Zhuo was looked at by him, and immediately felt that the eyes of the old man in black were more pressure than everyone present combined. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, pointed to a few dead little bugs on the ground and asked, "I want to ask a question, are these the little bugs of this insect plague?"

These insects were next to the legs of the old man who was kneeling and crying, but Fang Zhuo's angle was blocked by the old man's legs, and he never saw them. The old man was pulled up by the old man in black just now, and Fang Zhuo saw it at a glance.

"Exactly. The old man in black stared at him and replied. The old outer disciple was even more staring at Fang Zhuo at this moment, his eyes full of antiquity.

"Oh. Fang Zhuo nodded, walked over and picked up an insect in his hand, looked at it over and over for a while, shook his head and said, "It's hard to say, I'm not sure if I can't eat it." He looked up at the old man in black and said, "If you want to know if there is a way to do it, I have to go and see with my own eyes." ”

"See with your own eyes, isn't that simple?" The old man in black stepped out and came to Fang Zhuo's side in a flash. Before Fang Zhuo could react, his right hand had already been grabbed by him. Then he heard an exclamation from the people around him, Fang Zhuo's eyes were full of flowers, and he had actually arrived in another place.

Surrounded by patches of green spiritual valleys, some people with worried faces waved insect nets in the fields to catch pests. Looking from a distance, I saw a faint layer of mist over a large area of spiritual field, which was formed by countless small flying insects one after another.

Fang Zhuo was surprised by the old man in black's methods, but this was not the time to think too much. He walked slowly into the field, caught a few pests and looked at them, then squatted down and began to observe Linggu, which was plagued by such small insects.

The stalks of Linggu were densely packed with these small insects, and Fang Zhuo felt a little numb when he saw it. He slowly infiltrated his divine sense into the stalks of the Spirit Valley, and after a moment, he finally nodded and stood up.