Then Wang Xiaochuan began to practice meditation until it was dark, and quietly slipped out of the house with two common threadbasins in the countryside, slowly walked out of the house and walked on the main road of the village.

Not long after he walked, he came to a rice field with full grains. It was the time for rice to mature in the sixth month of the lunar calendar, but the harvest this year was not very good.

Because locusts are plagued this year, if he remembers correctly, the rice yield is only half of that of the year.

The villagers of Puzhao Village rely on the weather for their meals. If the harvest this year is not good, it means that the days ahead will be sad.

The severe situation forced the town government to issue a hard target task to eliminate locusts.

"Isn't it just a locust, it's a piece of cake."

Wang Xiaochuan smiled confidently, and it was a disaster for mere locusts, but he was not bad now.

I saw a strange mark on his hands, and his lips slightly said, "Spiritual Technique!"

After the words came, a white light came out of his hand and spread around, causing a strong wind that shaking the rice fields.

"Swish swish swish swish..."

After a while, a dark cloud rose from the field and came towards him. When he looked closer, he found that he was all huge and full of locusts.

These locusts seemed to be crazy. Without Wang Xiaochuan's arrest, they flew into the burlap pocket prepared in advance.

In the blink of an eye, the two burlap pockets were already full of live locusts, and this was not over yet.

The locusts that followed, seeing that the two dense pockets had no place to melt, were fighting wildly towards the locusts that had already entered the burlap pocket.

The battle situation was so miserable. The smaller locusts were bitten by the larger locusts and they were dismembered.

As time goes by, the bodies of locusts are piled up next to the pockets, and the locusts that can remain in the pockets are getting bigger and bigger.

Wang Xiaochuan, who was standing aside, watched the show with interest, just about to move the bench and eat melon seeds.

Spirit-induced art is a not-so-profound spell, but it has an unstoppable attraction to these pests, which creates such a picture.

Wang Xiaochuan couldn't help but wonder whether he should help the villagers to eliminate this year's locust disaster in one fell swoop.

But it was quickly rejected. Now that my cultivation level is only in the late stage of the Qi Refining Stage, it is not realistic to clean up all the locusts. I can only slowly move forward and start from other aspects.

"Hey, what a big locust, is this a blood spirit worm?"

Suddenly, Wang Xiaochuan noticed something and spoke in surprise.

Among the army of locusts fighting, there was a huge locust that was half the size of a palm and was as brown as blood. It had a pair of sharp wings on its back, constantly cutting the locusts around it, forming a vacuum area around it.

The blood spirit insect is a treasure in the world of immortal cultivation. This insect has a similar appearance to a locust, but its size is not comparable to that of a locust, and it also has a blood-like color.

It just made him feel strange that the earth's spiritual energy was extremely thin and it was no longer suitable for cultivating immortals. The blood spirit insects, the most treasure in the world of cultivating immortals, should not exist in such a world.

After thinking for a long time, Wang Xiaochuan couldn't think of any reason, so he left it behind.

The blood spirit insect does not have any cultivation level, but it is also of great use, treasure hunting!

This made him feel a little surprised. He was worried that the earth's lack of resources for cultivating immortals was not conducive to his future cultivation. Now he was able to send treasures.

As long as there is a blood spirit worm in your hand, are you still afraid that you will not be able to find the cultivation resources?

"God really helped me."

A smile appeared on Wang Xiaochuan's face, and without saying a word, he waved his hand and used the spirit binding technique, and imprisoned the blood spirit insect that was killing him.

"Shit..."

The blood spirit worm, which was restricted from freedom, opened its sharp teeth and black mouth, and its scarlet eyes showed fierce light, threatening Wang Xiaochuan.

"You dare to challenge me even if you are a mere spirit insect? Stop it." Wang Xiaochuan showed a disdainful look and a magic power hit the blood spirit insect.

In an instant, the blood spirit worm made another sound, and its fierce eyes were gradually replaced by horror.

Only then did Wang Xiaochuan hide the blood spirit insect in his pocket with satisfaction.

The blood spirit worm stuffed into the pocket was not honest and always wanted to escape. In desperation, Wang Xiaochuan knocked the other party directly and then prepared to carry the fat and juicy locust back to the two full pockets.

But he didn't know that on the main road not far away, a drunk man was staggeringly walking.

If Wang Xiaochuan saw this person, he would definitely be familiar with it. He was his biggest enemy in the countryside in the past, Song Zude's son, Song Chuanzhi.

Song Chuanzhi has not been a good thing since he was a child. He learned to eat, drink, gamble at a young age. He had long been emptied by alcohol and sex. He only came back from the Laoya Shop in the town at night.

"I will die sooner or later on Xiaoli, this slutty hoof, on her belly."

Song Chuanzhi was drunk and licked his mouth excitedly, looking unfulfilled. He reached out and touched his crotch, and his face showed an intoxication.

At this moment, Song Chuanzhi vaguely heard some noise in the rice fields not far away.

Subconsciously, Song Chuanzhi walked in the direction of the sound by a devil. With the help of the moonlight, he vaguely saw a group of locusts fighting, a figure who couldn't see clearly, watching the show happily.

Such a strange scene instantly reduced Song Chuanzhi's drunkenness by three points, and cold sweat broke out all over his body, and he didn't dare to take a breath. He couldn't help but think of the legend about the devil circulating in the village.

The more Song Chuanzhi thought so, the more frightened he became. He couldn't help but smelly liquid flowing out of his lower body, and he was actually scared to pee.

"Oh my god, there's a ghost!"

His nerves completely collapsed, and he screamed, and ran towards the village.

"who?"

This loud scream made Wang Xiaochuan, who was about to pack his bag home, frowned. He originally came out to catch locusts in the middle of the night to prevent them from being seen by the villagers, but he did not expect to be discovered.

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaochuan's eyes looked in the direction of the sound.

"It's really a narrow road for enemies!" Wang Xiaochuan, with the eyes of an immortal cultivator, saw clearly the person who fled under the moonlight without his life. It was Song Chuanzhi.

If anyone in the village hates him the most, it is Song Chuanzhi. Since you meet him, it will be considered unlucky. I will charge you some interest first!

A cold light flashed in Wang Xiaochuan's eyes, and he formed seals with his hands, and made a spell called Jinghong Jue. He immediately stepped on his foot and turned into a shadow and whistled by. When he passed by Song Chuanzhi, he made seals with his hands again, made a scorch and penetrated into Song Chuanzhi's body.

The Art of Desire is an extremely vicious spell in the world of immortal cultivation. Once a monk who has been hit by this art will lose his male ability, in other words, it will not be taken.

Such consequences are like bolts of the blue for any male creature, and are even more uncomfortable than death, and Wang Xiaochuan wants this effect.

The cultivator pays attention to one who has grudges and grudges. Song Chuanzhi bullied himself so much back then, but now he has only recovered a little interest.

Looking at Song Chuanzhi who was completely unaware of it and fleeing in panic, Wang Xiaochuan ignored it and grabbed two bags of locusts full of them and went back.

When he returned home, Wang Xiaochuan glanced at the two bags of locusts on the ground, calmed down and began to meditate and practice.

Now there is only the Qi Refining Stage cultivation level, and the magic power in the body is pitifully weak. If you use the spirit-induced artifact and subdue the blood spirit insect, you will consume half of your magic power. It's really uncomfortable. You have to improve your cultivation as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)
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