Chapter 809 Ginseng Field and Competition (Please Subscribe, Please Bookmark)

"Ten thousand year old white earth ginseng? Does such a precious and rare spiritual medicine really exist in the world of cultivation?"

Sun Mingsheng, who had originally come here just to follow the scent of spiritual ginseng, burst out with greedy brilliance after hearing this, and it contained unprecedented determination.

It's not that Sun Mingsheng is making a fuss or is shallow-minded, it's really that the spiritual medicine of ten thousand year old white earth ginseng is too rare.

White earth ginseng is a rare variation in the huge ginseng family, and it is in short supply in the world of cultivation.

Compared to the commonly seen spiritual ginseng, the spiritual power contained in the white earth ginseng of the same year is more refined. After the cultivator refines it, its effect is naturally immediate.

White earth ginseng that is more than five thousand years old contains rare ginseng liquid. Every drop of ginseng liquid is a treasure for the late Jindan cultivators. It is particularly effective in improving the cultivation level and does not contain any side effects.

From this, we can see the preciousness of white earth spiritual ginseng. In the world of cultivation, only some sects and families with a long history and unique experience in ginseng cultivation can cultivate it by chance. Once it exceeds a thousand years of medicinal age, it will be taken care of.

Sun Mingsheng naturally cannot remain indifferent to the news that he got the news of the ten thousand year old white earth spiritual ginseng from the mouths of the two cultivators.

Once all kinds of ginseng reach the ten thousand year medicinal age, they usually have simple spiritual intelligence in their bodies, know how to judge the situation, avoid danger, and master one of the five elements escape techniques. If there is any slight disturbance, they will immediately flee without any hesitation.

"Is this a high-quality ginseng field?"

As the distance faded, when it appeared nearby, under the cover of a bamboo forest, Yi Keke's snow-white spiritual ginseng was stretching its branches and leaves to its heart's content and growing wantonly. These spiritual ginsengs were the source of the fragrance he felt.

The spiritual ginseng here is at least a thousand years old, and there are also many that are three to five thousand years old. There are also some pits of different sizes in the ginseng field. Obviously, other cultivators have already dug up the spiritual ginseng growing here and put them in their pockets as part of their spoils.

And these first-dug parts must be the ones with the best medicinal age. Whenever he looked at the pits, he felt an indescribable pain in his heart, as if the treasure that originally belonged to him fell into someone else's pocket for nothing.

"Whether the ten thousand year old white ground ginseng exists is still an unknown, but the spiritual ginseng in the ginseng field in front of me is real. How can I miss the opportunity from heaven?"

Sun Mingsheng's eyes were red, and he was unwilling to continue to delay for a moment. He immediately turned into a stream of light and went straight into the ginseng field.

His goal has always been quite firm and has never shifted, that is, a five thousand year old white ground spiritual ginseng near the center that has not disappeared.

"Hmph, a Cheng Yaojin shows up halfway, and you still want to fight for this white earth spiritual ginseng?"

Before Sun Mingsheng really approached, a sinister voice came, and at the same time, dozens of white cow hair needles with cold light were heading straight for his face.

This monk hiding in the dark obviously regarded this white earth spiritual ginseng with a medicinal age of more than 5,000 years as a forbidden delicacy. He was naturally very angry at Sun Mingsheng, who showed up halfway to snatch it, and he would not show any mercy when he attacked.

Of course, there is another possibility, that is, using this white earth spiritual ginseng as bait to lure others to come, and this monk hiding in the dark, when fully prepared, would attack with all his strength and kill the offender, thus obtaining a valuable trophy.

After all, during the one-month period when the mirage was open, as long as they did not die in the middle, all the cultivators should have gained something more or less. At this time, every cultivator can be called a walking treasure house, so it is natural to take this kind of Jiang Taigong fishing method.

Judging from the current reaction speed of the cultivator who was hiding behind and waiting for the hunt, it is obviously not the first time. The cow hair needles he sacrificed are obviously a set of carefully refined third-level top-grade magic weapons.

Perhaps just one of them is naturally not comparable to ordinary third-level top-grade magic weapons, but when they are sacrificed at the same time, most cultivators are destined to be unable to dodge and respond under the blinding of greed and unpreparedness.

Unfortunately, the hidden cultivator today chose the wrong opponent. The cow hair needles have not really come to him, and the turtle shield first appears around him. With the blessing of sufficient mana, all these cow hair needles can be easily blocked.

"It's not polite to not return the favor. How about you try my skills, fellow Daoist?"

Sun Mingsheng would not just take the beating without fighting back and be a cowardly cultivator. And since the opponent was ready to put him to death from the beginning, he would not hold back at all.

The Sky-breaking Mace on his waist immediately turned into a stream of light and rushed to the opponent's hiding place at lightning speed.

This cultivator certainly had some skills and experience in hiding his own aura, but once he used the magic weapon, it would naturally be revealed early, and he was destined to be unable to continue hiding.

Although the speed of the demon-subduing staff was slightly slower, the power contained in it was obviously no less inferior. The two magic weapons were one in front and one behind. Even if the opponent had a deep cultivation, he would not dare to underestimate them easily.

Sun Mingsheng did not continue to use other means to pursue the victory, but went straight to the white earth spiritual ginseng where the five thousand years old medicine was. With a flash of spiritual light in his hand, a magic weapon called the earth-shaking hoe, which was specially used to dig spiritual medicines similar to ginseng, could ensure that the cultivators could dig the roots of spiritual medicines intact in the shortest time.

This earth-shaking hoe seemed to have a simple structure, but it was also a genuine third-level low-grade magic weapon. In the eyes of some newly promoted Jindan cultivators, it was also a magic weapon of excellent quality.

"Start"

With the support of his pure magic power, the earth-shaking hoe fell straight down from a high altitude. As the earth shook, the area within a few feet of the location where the white earth spiritual ginseng was located was all shaking at a high speed. In just three or five breaths, the white earth spiritual ginseng with more than hundreds of roots was easily collected.

"This white earth spiritual ginseng is an apology from fellow Taoist. This battle ends here."

After collecting the spiritual ginseng, Sun Mingsheng was still anxious to go to other locations in the ginseng field to continue searching for the whereabouts of the spiritual ginseng. Naturally, he was unwilling to continue fighting.

As for the spiritual objects collected in the storage bag of the cultivator opposite, it was not that he was really uninterested, but he just didn't have the ability to kill him in a short time.

Every late Jindan cultivator has his own killer. Once forced into a desperate situation, he will naturally not continue to endure. Once the Jindan is condensed, it is easy to defeat the same level, but the difficulty of killing is obvious.

"Shooting geese all day but being pecked in the eye by a swallow"