Pick up the treasure bag and start cultivating immortals from the shrinking lamp

"The demon tiger... looks so big..."

Zhu Ma's expression was a bit exaggerated.

"This is a mountain with hundreds of thousands of mountains. There are many monsters and raptors. It is normal to have monster tigers."

Xia Chen continued to hoe the ground without raising his head.

He plans to cultivate an acre of high-grade terraced fields within the next month.

Although the aura of Qingzhu Peak is not as good as the main peaks of Ziyun Mountain, it is far beyond the spiritual fields in the Xuzihao shantytown.

Even stronger than several peaks in Cuiwei Mountain.

That’s why it’s possible to conceive and raise a top-grade spiritual field.

"Let's go... kill the demon tiger..."

Zhu Ma held her pacifier in her mouth and was a little confused.

The Seven-leaf Sword Grass on the side also murmured inexplicably, looking excited and a little eager to try.

"Kill the demon tiger?"

Xia Chen put his hands on the Zhenling hoe, frowning slightly, and his expression was a little moved.

Tiger bones, tiger meat, tiger blood, and tiger whip are all rare treasures, especially the demon tiger.

But what he cared about most was the pineal gland in the demon tiger's body.

According to "Xiao Tian Tian Gong" written by Computer Pencil, the more powerful the bloodline of the monster, the higher the content of "pineal gland" in the body.

Deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, there are some remnants with the bloodline of ancient ferocious beasts, and their cultivation speed is not inferior to that of monks with spiritual roots.

Coupled with a long lifespan, strong strength is inevitable.

"Okay! Done!"

Xia Chen thought about it over and over again and decided to do it.

But he doesn't fight uncertain battles.

Immediately go to the monitoring room, release the monitoring ball, and prepare to check the situation.

Soon, the red eyes the size of a baby's fist passed through the soil and headed down the mountain.

The high-definition real-time monitoring ball is a small prop, rated F.

Xia Chen spent nearly ten low-grade spiritual stones to upgrade it to E-level, which can cover a hundred miles around Qingzhu Peak.

As for underground fortification machines, the lowest level F level is enough, and there is no need to spend spiritual stones to upgrade.

This season the mountains are filled with clouds, rainy and humid.

Several clear springs converge into streams, flying down from the mountain peaks, just like pieces of jade and silver falling from the sky. The sound is like beads falling on a jade plate, echoing the chirping of birds and insects around them. It is a lively and interesting life, but it has a unique charm.

The stream came down from the mountain stream and fell into a bottomless pool with a radius of ten acres, with various fish floating on it.

Not far away, there is a tiger that is more than ten feet long and is going to the water pool to drink water. Its body is light yellow and long, with sparse markings. Its tail is thick and long, with black rings. It is slightly curved and swaying like a steel whip, and it moves quickly. The body is streamlined, the muscles are strong and toned, and full of endless strength.

The hair at the corner of the mouth was blood red, and it was obvious that he had just finished hunting. He looked full of evil and breathtaking.

"This demon tiger should have a high-grade strength, right?"

Xia Chen was surprised.

He thought it was a first-grade low-grade or mid-grade demon tiger.

The one in front of me should have wandered in from the depths of Shiwanda Mountain.

Because when the Immortal Sect opened up wasteland, the more powerful monsters and raptors were either killed or driven deep into the Shiwan Mountain.

"Isn't it just a first-class top grade... just do it and it's over..."

The bamboo horse bit its pacifier and didn't care at all.

Since practicing the "Dali Geng Golden Jue", its body has become stronger day by day, and now it is no less than a top-grade magical weapon.

Even if this demon tiger breaks all its teeth, it will not be able to bite it in pieces.

So the bamboo horse has no fear.

As for the Seven-leaf Sword Grass, although its strength is not as good as that of the first-level high-grade demon tiger, it is a sword grass after all, and its desire to attack is extremely strong. It wants to go down the mountain now.

"Okay! Just hunt this demon tiger!"

Since both Bamboo Horse and Seven-leaf Sword Grass are willing, Xia Chen naturally has no reason to retreat.

Anyway, there are bamboo dragonflies, which can be invincible if attacked from the air.

But you still need to make some preparations before hunting.

First of all, there is such a first-level high-grade demon tiger. It is powerful and the battle is naturally fierce.

Xia Chen controlled the surveillance ball and checked the surroundings to see if there were any monks nearby.

There are hundreds of large and small peaks in Ziyun Mountain Range.

But most of them are covered with boulders and have very little soil, or they are not high enough for planting.

Therefore, there are only thirty-six peaks suitable for reclamation.

But not every peak among these thirty-six peaks has been planted by Ling Zhifu.

Only the ten peaks in the center are cultivated.

Qingzhu Peak is located on the periphery of Ziyun Mountain Range.

However, it's never wrong to be careful.

After half a stick of incense, no trace of the monk was found.

Xia Chen then led the bamboo horse and the seven-leaf sword grass down the mountain.

Soon, I found the demon tiger taking a nap in the shade of a tree not far from the pond.

"Swish swish!"

Several sharp sword energies shot out from a distance.

The demon tiger looked huge and bloated, but he was extremely alert. He quickly reacted and moved away from the carp, avoiding the attack of the sword energy.

"roar……"

The demon tiger looked at the monk in the sky. There was a piece of grass and a bamboo pole on the ground. He was alert and let out a roar that shook the forest. It was breathtaking and terrifying.

"superior!"

In mid-air, Xia Chen, wearing a bamboo dragonfly on his head, gave orders.

Without any hesitation, Zhu Ma took the lead and attacked first.

It jumped slightly, its body emitted a hazy golden light, drew a golden arc in the air, and hit the demon tiger fiercely.

Baby Horse has been practicing the "Great Power Gengjin Jue" for quite some time. Not only is his body strong, but he can also increase his weight tenfold in battle.

This time, he can easily smash a huge piece of Qinggang rock into pieces.

The demon tiger roared and swung its huge and heavy tiger paw, with the claws piercing out of its toes, emitting a cold light.

When the two met, Bamboo Horse was instantly knocked out. You can imagine how powerful this palm was.

Bamboo Horse stood up from a pile of gray fallen leaves, still full of fighting spirit. It can be seen that the impact just now was nothing to it.

On the other side, the Seven-Leaf Sword Grass relied on its developed root system to wander around, constantly emitting sharp sword energy.

And Xia Chen was not idle in the air. He took out a long sword and silently chanted a spell. The long sword had already been unsheathed, flew into the air and hovered, and then stabbed down with a sword. The sword energy was deep, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, shooting at the demon tiger below.

Even though the demon tiger was very agile, it could not withstand this saturation attack.

It was hit by several sword qi from the seven-leaf sword grass.

But the yellow and black stripes on its body actually emitted a hazy black light, and it was not afraid of these "sword qi" at all.

The middle-grade magic sword stabbed the demon tiger, and it also felt soft and powerless.

When the magic sword was retracted, it was found that there was only a trace of blood on the tip of the sword.

"Wow, it is worthy of being a first-class demon tiger. This defense ability is simply terrifying!"

Xia Chen was a little shocked.

"Roar!"

The demon tiger was stabbed with a sword, which obviously aroused its ferocity. The "king" stripe on the center of the brow immediately seemed to come alive, twisting and wriggling, like an open vertical eye.

Xia Chen seemed to be locked by something terrible, and his heart was pounding.

He immediately patted the yellow robe on his body, and clouds of smoke spread out.

It was the top-grade magic robe he got from Zhou Hai.

This is his final defensive trump card, which can withstand the full force attack of the late Qi Refining cultivator.

The demon tiger opened a vertical eye on its forehead, shining with black light, and rushed out like a black streak, clanging and filled with murderous aura.

"No, this is not an ordinary demon tiger, there must be a trace of the blood of an ancient beast flowing in its body!"

Xia Chen was horrified, he didn't expect to encounter an ancient relic.

In this case, the top-grade robes may not be able to withstand it.

At this critical moment, Zhuma stepped forward!