Chapter 33 Organizing Night Watch

"Sure enough, a gold belt for killing and setting fires.

No wonder so many people are keen on becoming robbery cultivators.

This feeling of getting rich without working is really intoxicating."

Zhou Changwang took a deep breath and suppressed the misconception in his heart.

He knew that all robbery cultivators were people who lived on the edge of a knife.

Although you can rob others and make a lot of money, the risks are also great. If you are not careful, you will encounter a strong enemy and be killed.

If you walk too much on this night road, you will always encounter ghosts.

In the world of immortal cultivation, there are too many strong people, and everyone has one or two trump cards more or less... As the saying goes, there are many bumps on the road to seeking, so it is better not to do it if you can avoid it.

Afterwards, Zhou Changwang put all the things into the storage bag one by one, and finally only left the magic weapon flying sword.

After playing with it for a while, he quickly brought his mind into it and began to sacrifice and refine it.

If you want to use a magic weapon to exert its due power, you must place your mind in it, and then control it with the spiritual power in your body... Only in this way can the magic weapon exert its due power.

However, even if Zhou Changwang has completed the ritual of refining the magic weapon, he can only exert the power of one strike.

After one strike, the magic weapon flew out.

Then with his mental strength, it was difficult to summon the magic weapon back. Even if he could summon it back, it would consume his mind and spirit greatly.

Only when the strength of the cultivator has been improved to the fourth level of the Qi training period, the mind and nerves have undergone a transformation and can be combined with the spiritual energy and become spiritual consciousness, can the magic weapon be controlled to fly out and back freely, and can attack the enemy continuously like an arm.

Zhou Changwang's mind was immersed in the flying sword, constantly in harmony with it, and the spiritual power in his body slowly flowed into the flying sword and began to warm it up.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

After an incense stick, Zhou Changwang stopped and put the magic weapon flying sword back into the storage bag.

He was now using the three-day sacrifice method.

As long as he used his mind and magic power to sacrifice the flying sword for three days, it would only take one incense stick of time every day to directly drive the magic weapon and exert its power.

Therefore, he was not in a hurry.

After putting the magic weapon away, Zhou Changwang took out a wooden box and opened it. Three black seeds were in the box.

They were the three spiritual rice seeds he had obtained from Chen Yushu before.

He didn't know whether these three spiritual rice seeds were completely dead or still had a little vitality. He just used them as a carrier for practicing magic.

He placed the three seeds in front of him. As soon as he thought about it, the spiritual power flowed and formed a complex rune structure.

One breath, two breaths...

In less than three breaths, the spiritual power was woven, and a little spiritual light gathered in his hands. ,

Birth Induction +1

He moved forward a little.

The little spiritual light fell on the three black seeds as his fingers waved.

Naturally, the three seeds did not change.

Zhou Changwang did not care, and continued to control the spiritual power and cast spells.

One, two, three...

After dozens of times, he stopped.

He put the three seeds into the wooden box and then put them in the storage bag.

It must be said that everything is much more convenient after having a storage bag.

Self-contained space, free to collect.

Convenient and fast.

The only thing that made him a little regretful was that the space in the storage bag was too small, about one cubic meter, and the things that could be placed were limited.

Of course, this actually satisfied him.

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The next day, Zhou Changwang just arrived at the spiritual field and saw Lao Xu standing with a group of spiritual farmers with a gloomy face, cursing.

In addition to him, there were many spiritual farmers with ugly faces.

Zhou Changwang didn't need to ask at all, he knew that someone's spiritual field was stolen again.

And Lao Xu was very unlucky, and was stolen again.

Almost every spiritual field of the ten acres of spiritual fields was visited, and this time the loss was more than yesterday, with 300 kilograms of spiritual grains, and 230 kilograms of spiritual rice after shelling.

It is also worth mentioning that in addition to the theft of spiritual rice, many people's spiritual fields actually had traces of being ravaged by monsters.

One of them was the most unlucky. In one acre of spiritual field, almost half of the spiritual rice was trampled and eaten by monsters, and the loss was heavy.

Zhou Changwang's spiritual field was not spared.

There were also traces of being trampled by monsters. A large area of ​​spiritual rice was crushed, and a small part was bitten off and eaten.

"This is the trace of the armored pig rolling. Judging from the situation, the one in your spiritual field is at least more than 500 kilograms."

Old Xu had just returned from the spiritual farming pile and saw the scene in Zhou Changwang's spiritual field. He felt comforted and couldn't help laughing. But when he thought of the miserable situation in his own spiritual field, he couldn't laugh at all. He could only say with emotion.

"There is such a big monster on Changling Mountain?

Are those monks from the Spiritual Planting Hall on leave when they patrol every day?"

Zhou Changwang said in a muffled voice.

He also went down to the field quickly and lifted up the collapsed Linghe rice plants.

Seeing the Linghe rice plants that were chewed halfway, he felt even more distressed. These were the fruits of his hard work, facing the loess and back to the sky every day, but they were all wasted.

"Those uncles are just going through the motions every day.

How can they really bother to patrol and catch monsters for us?"

Old Xu was indignant, and then explained: "And Changling Mountain is very large, and they only patrol the outermost part of the spiritual field.

Most monsters hide in deeper places."

"But this Linghe rice will not be harvested for a few days, and this won't work."

Zhou Changwang frowned, and used the birth-inducing technique, and a little spiritual light fell on the Linghe rice plants, which made the Linghe rice plants that were originally collapsed and looked a little sluggish, full of vitality, almost standing up visibly.

"No.

So I just discussed with other spiritual farmers and planned to unite and organize people to guard the night.

There are only about 300 acres of spiritual fields at the foot of Changling Mountain. Sending three or five people out is enough to protect this spiritual field.

Changwang, do you want to join us?

If you participate, hand in two low-grade spiritual stones. When we invite people to guard the night, we will also protect your spiritual field.

At that time, whether it is the thief who stole the rice or the monster that came down the mountain to wreak havoc, they will be driven away and solved by you."

Old Xu then spoke enthusiastically.

"Two low-grade spiritual stones, who is willing to guard?"

Zhou Changwang frowned and asked.

Yesterday, a bunch of people clamored to guard the spiritual fields at night, but in the end, no one stayed.

It is obvious that most people still cherish their lives.

They dare not easily stay in the wild overnight.

Perhaps it was because of this that the rice thief became more arrogant and struck again, stealing a large amount of spiritual rice.