His hand touched Linggu, and a golden light suddenly appeared on Guo Lu's face.

  Just this move made Zuo Mo involuntarily praise in his heart, Guo Lu's mastery of the Metal Element Technique was far deeper than his. Although he had broken through to the second level, in terms of actual application and understanding, he was still far inferior to Guo Lu.

  But an unexpected change occurred!

  Guo Lu's face changed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, falling backwards. The surrounding fellow disciples were shocked and rushed over to Guo Lu's side in an instant.

  Only saw Guo Lu's face as white as paper, his breath was like a wandering thread, he was unconscious.

  The brothers who had a good relationship with Guo Lu, hastily carried him on their backs and rushed up the mountain. Lao Hei Tou stood still in his original place, suddenly wailing loudly, his voice mournful and heart-wrenching.

  The crowd gradually dispersed, with worry written all over each person's face.

  Zuo Mo didn't move his feet, walking into the spiritual field. He walked up to a spiritual plant and carefully observed it, not daring to put his hand on it. The scene from earlier had truly filled him with apprehension towards these spiritual plants.

  A pungent smell pierced his nostrils, and he couldn't help but furrow his brow. In his two years of planting career, he had never smelled anything like it before. He actually wanted to explore what was inside the spiritual valley, because he suddenly thought of the first time he encountered aphids, that violent and dangerous aura still fresh in his memory. However, when using the "Gengjin Jue" on the five mu spiritual field, only once had such a situation occurred.

  Guo Lu's senior brother suddenly spat up blood, and the first thought that came to his mind was: Could it be that there is a similar but even more powerful aura within these spiritual valleys?

  But Guo Lu's predecessor warned him with a lesson from the past, telling him not to try lightly.

  He glanced at Lao Hei and sighed in his heart. Even Master Guo Lu was powerless to help, and he too had a surplus of worries but an insufficiency of strength.

  He returned to his small courtyard, but the scene just now still lingered in his mind. Guo Lu's injury from spitting blood also quickly escalated the severity of the problem, it can be confirmed that the sect will definitely react. However, the only one in the sect who understands planting, Fourth Master Shi Fengrong, went out for a cloud tour half a year ago and has not returned yet. Also, Hao Min, the master sister who took care of the medicine field, also went out with Luo Li, the master brother.

  Hao Min's sister is probably going to be unlucky, but Zuo Mo doesn't have much schadenfreude.

  He had a feeling that the strange disease would spread. Just now he stepped into the spiritual field to take a look, and the withering degree of the spiritual valley was obviously different, from which it can be seen that the time when the spiritual valley in this spiritual field was infected with the disease was also divided into first and later.

  The situation was just as he had imagined, and in the following days, two more senior brothers of Ling Valley contracted this strange illness.

  The high-level leaders of the sect still haven't taken any strong measures up until now, and Guo Lu Shixiong is still unconscious.

  The Wu Kong Jian Gate was shrouded in a layer of dark clouds.

  The harvest season of Linggu Valley is still about two months away, and everyone can only pray that the spiritual valley in their own spiritual field can escape this disaster and hold on until the harvest season.

  However, the prayer had no effect, and the number of outer sect disciples who failed to harvest any grains quickly rose to ten.

  Zuo Mo's luck seemed to have run out, and he became one of the ten. The five mu in the yard were fine, but the fifty mu of ling tian that he rented started to wither and die.

  His heart suddenly tensed up!

  No matter when, he never thought that he would leave the sect. Planting was not an easy life, but he still lived quite comfortably. From two years ago when he opened his eyes, he had been living in Wukong Mountain, which was like his home.

  But if he fails to pay enough spirit rent this year, he will be expelled from the Menpai.

  This is something he absolutely cannot accept! Moreover, leaving the small courtyard, where can he find even a smaller piece of spiritual vein?

  There's nothing more heart-wrenching than watching the Lingguo wither away one by one in the fields, and there's nothing more desperate than being unable to stop them from spreading. The foul stench wafts through the spiritual fields, which were once lush and fertile, now resembling a rotten swamp.

  The sect is also in a state of panic, the number of outer disciples who have contracted the disease has risen to twenty-five, and those remaining are also in danger.

  The Linggu is almost withered, only near the soil can you see a hint of green. If no solution is found, when the Linggu's vitality is completely gone, it will be too late.

  At a time when he was at his wit's end, a pink little crane suddenly appeared before his eyes.

  "Damn it! What are you doing here at this time!" Zuo Mo cursed loudly as soon as he saw the paper crane.

  He didn't mean to pick up this paper crane, coldly sneering to himself: "Hmph, I won't bother with you, go play by yourself."

  As soon as he finished speaking, the small thousand cranes that flew in front of him suddenly unfolded automatically.

  "Grandpa, where are you waiting for me?"

  Sweet and lovely voice, drilling into the ears, like licking a bit of honey, and also like being lightly scratched in the heart, people with slightly weak willpower directly melted.

  Zuo Mo stared blankly at the pink paper that had automatically unfolded in front of him, on which was written these nine sentences.

  Automatic unfolding, automatic voice, automatic people search...

  The various wonders displayed by Xiao Hong's small thousand cranes had a greater impact on Zuo Mo's weak and fragile heart than ever before.

  He suddenly had a premonition that he might have gotten himself into big trouble.

  "Whatever, it's pointless arguing with a woman. I'm not going to play along!" He said to himself with an air of righteousness.

  "Think you can seduce me with your beauty? Hmph!" Zuo Mo sneered inwardly: "You're still a bit too tender. Let alone the trivial magic sound, even if an unparalleled beauty were right in front of him, he could remain unmoved, as calm as a pine tree."

  In the quiet fields, only the sound of a goose's honking could be heard, like a broken gong, as it sang in a mournful tone: "I was originally a bright mirror stand, where did I provoke dust and dirt, ya yi ya..."

  Before he had finished speaking, another pink little crane flew from the horizon and landed in front of him.

  Delicate pinkish-white small cranes unfold automatically with elegant movements, as if undressing.

  "Hehe, Grandpa, if you don't respond again, I'll draw an explosive flame symbol on the next little crane."

  "Are we going to be intimidated? " Zuomo shook his head: "We are not the kind of people who bow down to power..."

  He suddenly stopped, tilted his head and thought, muttering to himself: "Inferno Blast, seems like I've heard of it somewhere..."

  Before his words had fallen, he caught sight of a pink little crane flying straight towards him from the horizon.

  He scratched his head, and here he came again! How did the other party locate him? This was the most incomprehensible place for him. He had never heard that a small crane could have such a function, unless those guys were really strong. But who would use a small crane, a eliminated goods, if they were slightly stronger?

  Wait, she said this time it will be a Flame Explosion Rune...

  Zuo Mo's pupils suddenly dilated and he took off running without hesitation.

  Boom!

  A loud explosion sounded from behind, and a strong air wave directly knocked Lemo over several times, causing him to fall to the ground with his mouth covered in mud.

  Zuo was stunned. As a primary cultivator who only excelled in planting, explosions and the like should never have appeared in his life.

  Struggling to sit up from the mud, he stared blankly at the huge crater behind him.

  Another pink little crane flew in front of him, still unfolding like a shed dress, but in Luo Mo's eyes, there was no half-point beauty to speak of, but instead filled with queen-like pampering elegance.

  The biggest characteristic of a queen's favor is that it doesn't matter whether you want it or not.

  "Hehe, Grandpa, after burning an incense stick, I want to draw a linked flame talisman."

  His head spun around suddenly, as if his buttocks had been burned by fire, and he jumped up abruptly. He grabbed the pink note floating in front of him and ran back to his residence with a swift leg.

  A stick of incense!

  Dead woman!

  When the familiar courtyard appeared in sight, his lungs almost caught fire and his throat smoked. Lemo was about to cry. He rushed into the yard like the wind, rushed into the room like the wind, and found the cinnabar and wolf hair like the wind.

  "What exactly do you want to do?"

  Not a bit of the grandeur and abandon of last time, but rather like a weak woman who was forcibly broken into her boudoir by a wolf-like man in the middle of the night.

  Fold the pink paper as fast as possible, then infuse it with spiritual energy at an even faster speed, and watch it disappear into the distance with a lingering sense of excitement.

  Zuo Mo thought he was extremely unlucky. What's the point of picking up that paper crane? What's the point of responding to it?

  Just thinking about it, paper cranes falling from the sky, densely filling the air and flying around, then boom! With myself as the center, within a radius of three miles, not a single tile is left.

  The left side of Mo's scalp felt numb all of a sudden.

  Before long, a pink little crane flew in front of him from the window.

  "Hehe, I just wanted to chat with you about life and ideals. How interesting!"

  Zuo Mo abruptly raised a white flag: "I surrender!"

  The other party smiled and said: "Hehe, what's your life ideal?"

  "Earn crystal." Zuomo wrote with a mix of shame and helplessness.

  "Is Crystal Stone profitable?"

  "Anyway, I couldn't pull it out." Zuo Mo broke the jar and smashed it to pieces.

  ……

  Before he was numb, Zuo Mo finally came to a realization. The other party was just a woman who had been raised in the depths of the palace, extremely bored and empty, with a life as insignificant as a blade of grass, yet terrifyingly abnormal. And it was precisely this "terrifyingly abnormal" aspect that effortlessly strangled any attempt at resistance from Zuo Mo.

  Fortunately, this woman still had the habit of eating. Zuo Mo was grateful for this habit that was gradually disappearing from the cultivator world, it saved his poor sheep.

  Temporarily getting rid of the woman, Zuo Mo thoroughly let out a breath. From the previous high tension to the later thorough numbness, Zuo Mo deeply portrayed the complete process of his soul being severely wounded.

  This even made him no longer have any fear of the Linggu that could make Guo Lu Shixiong spit blood. Today's experience in the afternoon made him believe that in this world, there would never be anything more terrifying than this terrible woman again.

  He decided to try to save his fifty mu of spiritual valley.

  He doesn't want to leave this place.