I conquer the immortal with my strength.

Chapter 66: Spiritual Field and Spiritual Rice
"If you want to die more happily, then I will ask you a question and you will answer, otherwise I will use a knife to cut off your flesh piece by piece!" Xia Daoming interrupted coldly.

"Sir, have mercy on me, please have mercy on me!" The calmness on Sang Zhang's face suddenly disappeared, and he begged again and again.

Xia Daoming looked at Sang Zhang and smiled coldly. He didn't know when a sharp dagger appeared in his hand, and he swung it at the little finger of Sang Zhang's right hand.

The severed finger flew up and landed again with a little blood.

Sang Zhang was about to scream in pain, but Xia Daoming had already clamped his neck.

"Woo!" Sang Zhang's voice was stuck in his throat, and a large amount of cold sweat kept rolling down his forehead.

"Do you want me to cut off another finger?" Xia Daoming looked at Sang Zhang with a smile.

Sang Zhang shook his head repeatedly and looked at Xia Daoming with eyes full of fear, as if he was a demon from hell.

Liu Qiaolian looked at this scene with red eyes.

She didn't know how many days and nights she had been looking forward to this moment!

"Okay, now you can tell me where the demon road of Cultivated Mountain is now? When will he come back? Why did he choose to be here? What's going on with the fields to the east of the valley? Who are those cultivators? ..." Xia Daoming asked a series of questions.

What evil people like Sang Zhang fear most are people who are more ruthless, cold-blooded and cruel than him.

Xia Daoming showed enough cold-blooded cruelty to completely put an end to Sang Zhang's chance of surviving.

So Sang Zhang quickly explained everything like pouring beans through a bamboo tube.

After hearing this, Xia Daoming was surprised and happy, and at the same time, his heart was extremely nervous.

Damn it, you are breaking into a den of thieves, I am breaking into a fairy nest!
And according to this guy, the demon is so good at magic that killing martial arts masters below the grandmaster level is like chopping vegetables!
Fortunately, this demon is not at home now, otherwise he might have to be found here this time!

However, the demon could come back at any time, so it would be better to raid your home and run away as soon as possible.

Xia Daoming was thinking, looked at Liu Qiaolian and asked, "Do you want to do it yourself?"

"Thank you, Master!" Liu Qiaolian leaned slightly, swung the spear in her hand and stabbed Sang Zhang's chest hard, making several bloody holes. Sang Zhang was so dead that Liu Qiaolian stopped and suddenly fell to her knees. On the ground, her pretty face has already turned red.

When Xia Daoming saw this, he stepped forward, caressed her shoulder gently, then jumped up to the roof of the mansion, overlooking the women who were already in a panic in the courtyard below, and said, "I know you are all pitiful people. As long as you are obedient, collect all the valuables in the house, gather here and wait.

Not only will I not kill you, I will also let you go. Of course, if you want to play some tricks, the four people outside the house will be your fate. "

"Thank you, hero. Don't worry, hero. The exit is locked by the immortal formation and guarded by monsters. Even if we want to escape, we have to rely on heroes. We will never be careful." A man with a relatively strong aura of strength said The woman said to Xia Daoming Fu Shen.

Xia Daoming nodded, jumped down from the house, and headed straight to the east of the valley with Liu Qiaolian.

The breeze blows on your face, bringing with it the unique scent of rice.

Xia Daoming took a deep breath and felt refreshed.

"Spiritual rice is indeed spiritual rice. This aura alone is very extraordinary!" Xia Daoming's eyes showed a burning color, and he led Liu Qiaolian to run faster and faster.

Shan Zuo is the youngest of the Six Evils.

He is as thin and tall as a bamboo pole, but his body is full of energy and blood. He is the most powerful person among the six vicious evils who have the best chance of becoming an eighth-level martial artist.

At this time, he was standing on the ridge of the field, holding a piece of straw in his mouth, monitoring the more than ten martial arts masters working in the field.

Almost all of these martial artists were fifth-grade great martial artists, and two were even sixth-grade great martial artists.

The martial arts masters took hoes and vigorously but carefully turned over the land for the spiritual rice with the golden ears hanging on it.

The soil has a faint mist steaming up under the sunlight, and it actually reflects a little bit of rays of light under the sunlight, just like the purple mist of the legendary land of immortals.

A gust of breeze blew, and Shan Zuo couldn't help but take a deep breath, his eyes focused on the spiritual rice rippling with the golden glow. "There will be a bumper harvest this year, and I don't know if the Immortal Master will reward me with some spiritual rice. If I can get some spiritual rice to nourish my body and condense my strength, maybe I will be able to become an eighth-level martial artist in the next few years.

If I do more work for Master Xian in the future, and Master Xian is happy again and helps me get a secret map of the master, maybe I can still hope to become a master in this life. "Tsk, tsk, once you become a grandmaster..." As Shan Zuo was thinking about it, he caught a glimpse of two people running towards this direction from the corner of his eye.

"Hey, that's strange. Could it be that the Immortal Master is back? Are those two their new subordinates?" Shan Zuo looked surprised at first, then frowned.

He didn't want Master Xian to have too many people around him.

This affects his status and value.

Shan Zuo quickly greeted him.

Seeing Shan Zuo leaving the field, the hardworking martial artists stopped one after another, wiped the sweat from their foreheads, and looked curiously at the two men who were galloping towards them.

This field is nourished by underground spiritual veins and is as hard as iron. If you want to turn over the soil, you have to use dark energy to exert force every time you go down, which is very hard.

"Who are you?" Shan Zuo soon discovered that Xia Daoming and Xia Daoming were not only wearing bamboo hats but also covering their faces with cloth. His face suddenly changed. With a "clang" sound, he pulled out a long knife and pointed at the two of them. .

"Haha, the person who will take your life!" Xia Daoming laughed wildly and slammed his foot on the ground. The soil exploded and a big crater appeared, while he himself had already shot into the sky like a cannonball.

The man was in the air, and the spear was already stabbing Shan Zuo like lightning.

The gun glowed with strong killing intent.

"Eighth grade!"

Shan Zuo suddenly felt that his scalp was about to explode. Without even thinking, all the strength in his body surged and he slashed at the spear with a sharp knife.

"when!"

"Bang!"

Fighting with swords and guns.

The long knife fell to the ground.

A bit of cold light broke through the air and passed directly through the chest.

Shan Zuo's eyes widened in disbelief, staring at the man in front of him.

He is a seventh-grade great martial artist. Even if he is defeated by an eighth-grade great martial artist, he can definitely survive a few moves, but the result is that he is killed with one shot and is vulnerable to a single blow.

There was deathly silence.

Under the warm sunshine, all the great martial artists in the fields felt chills running down their spines.

Is this still an eighth-grade great martial artist?
This is too scary!

"If you don't want to die, harvest the spiritual rice quickly!" Xia Daoming didn't have time to look at these martial artists in a daze, and he didn't have time to show off. He drew his spear, split it into two poles, and ordered in a cold voice.

"Harvesting spiritual rice?" The martial artists trembled with fright and turned pale when they heard this.

"Hero, you must not do it! This spiritual rice was planted by an immortal. If we harvest them, we will all die!" A martial artist said with a look of horror.

"If you don't harvest, are you going to work here as coolies for the rest of your life? Or do you think the demon will let you go when it comes back?" Xia Daoming said coldly.

"Do you think we are willing to work as coolies here for the rest of our lives? But the valley is blocked by the Immortal Formation, and there are five evil men from the evil Kushan guarding and monitoring us. We can't escape even if we want to, so what can we do?" said a man with a curly beard. The big man jumped out and roared.

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