Chapter 66: Spirit field and spirit rice

"If you want to die quickly, then I will ask one sentence, and you answer one sentence, otherwise I will take a knife and shave the meat off your body piece by piece!" Xia Daoming said coldly.

"Hero, spare my life, hero, spare my life!" Sang Zhang's calmness disappeared, and he begged repeatedly.

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

The broken finger flew and landed with a little blood.

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

"Woo woo!" Sang Zhang's voice was stuck in his throat, and bean-sized 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, his eyes full of horror, as if he were a demon from hell.

Liu Liu Qiaolian looked at this scene, her eyes red.

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

"That's good, now you can tell me where the demon of Gengyun Mountain is? When will he come back? Why did he choose to be here? What is going on with the field on the east side of the mountain valley? Who are those people farming..." Xia Daoming asked a series of questions.

Villains like Sang Zhang are most afraid of people who are more ruthless and cold-blooded than them.

Xia Daoming showed enough cold-bloodedness and ruthlessness, completely cutting off Sang Zhang's hope of surviving.

So Sang Zhang soon confessed everything like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

After listening, Xia Daoming was both surprised and happy, and at the same time, his heart was nervous.

Damn, others are breaking into a thief's nest, and I am breaking into an immortal's nest!

And according to this guy, the demon's magic is brilliant, and killing martial masters below the Grandmaster level is like chopping vegetables!

Fortunately, the demon is not at home now, otherwise, I would have had to explain it here this time!

However, the demon could come back at any time, so it is better to raid the house

Xia Daoming thought to himself, then looked at Liu Liu Qiaolian and asked, "Do you want to do it yourself?"

"Thank you, Master!" Liu Liu Qiaolian curtsied slightly, raised the spear in her hand, and stabbed it fiercely into Sang Zhang's chest. After stabbing several bloody holes in succession, Sang Zhang was dead beyond any doubt. Only then did Liu Liu Qiaolian stop, suddenly kneeling on the ground, her pretty face already streaming with tears.

Seeing this, Xia Daoming stepped forward, gently stroked her fragrant shoulders, and then leaped onto the roof of the large mansion. Looking down at the women in the courtyard below, who were already in a panic, he said, "I know you are all pitiful people. As long as you listen obediently, collect all the valuable property in the mansion, and gather here to wait.

Not only will I not kill you, but I will also let you leave. Of course, if you want to play any tricks, those four people outside the mansion will be your fate."

"Thank you, hero. Don't worry, hero. The exit is locked by a magic array and guarded by demonic beasts. Even if we wanted to escape, we would have to rely on you, hero. We would never dare to harbor any small thoughts." A woman with a relatively strong internal strength aura curtsied to Xia Daoming and said.

Xia Daoming nodded, leaped off the roof, and took Liu Liu Qiaolian straight toward the east side of the valley.

A cool breeze brushed against their faces, bringing with it a unique scent of rice.

Xia Daoming took a deep breath, feeling his whole body become refreshed.

"Spirit rice is indeed spirit rice. Just this scent alone is quite extraordinary!" Xia Daoming's eyes revealed a burning look, and he took Liu Liu Qiaolian and ran even faster.

Dan Zuo, the youngest of the six fierce men of Eku Mountain.

He was as thin and tall as a bamboo pole, but the blood and energy in his body surged like the sea. He was the most formidable figure among the six fierce men of Eku Mountain with the best hope of stepping into the eighth-rank Great Wu Shi realm.

At this moment, he was standing on the ridge of the field, holding a straw in his mouth, monitoring the dozen or so martial masters hoeing the fields.

These martial masters were almost all fifth-rank Great Martial Masters, and two of them were even sixth-rank Great Martial Masters.

The martial masters held hoes, carefully and forcefully turning the soil for the spirit rice that hung with golden ears.

The soil seemed to have mist steaming up under the sunlight, and it even refracted rays of light, resembling the purple aura of the legendary land of immortals.

A cool breeze blew, and Dan Zuo couldn't help but take a deep breath, his burning gaze falling on the spirit rice rippling with golden light.

"There will be a bumper harvest this year. I wonder if the Immortal Master will reward me with some spirit rice. If I can get some spirit rice to nourish my body's vitality and refine my internal strength, perhaps I will have hope of reaching the eighth-rank Great Wu Shi realm in the near future.

If I work more for the Immortal Master in the future, and the Immortal Master is happy, he might help me get a Grandmaster's secret map. Perhaps I will still have hope of reaching the Grandmaster's Dao in this life. Tsk tsk, once I become a Grandmaster..." Just as Dan Zuo was lost in thought, the corner of his eye caught two people rushing toward this side from afar.

"Huh, strange. Could it be that the Immortal Master has returned? Are those two his newly recruited subordinates?" Dan Zuo first showed a look of surprise, then frowned.

He didn't want the Immortal Master to have too many people to order around.

This would affect his status and value.

Dan Zuo quickly went up to meet them.

Seeing Dan Zuo leave the ridge, the martial masters who were working hard stopped one after another, wiped the sweat from their foreheads, and curiously looked at the two people who were galloping over.

This piece of land was nourished by the underground spirit veins and was as hard as iron. To turn the soil, one had to use internal strength for every hoe, which was very hard work.

"Who are you?" Dan Zuo soon discovered that Xia Daoming and his companion were not only wearing bamboo hats but also had their faces covered with cloth. His expression changed drastically. With a "clang," he drew his long saber and pointed it at the two from afar.

"Haha, the people who will take your life!" Xia Daoming let out a wild laugh, his feet slammed onto the ground, the soil underneath exploded, and a large pit appeared, while he himself had already shot into the sky like a cannonball.

While in the air, the spear had already pierced toward Dan Zuo like lightning.

The spear's tip flickered, carrying a strong murderous intent.

"Eighth-rank!"

Dan Zuo felt his scalp about to explode. Without thinking, he surged his full internal strength and slashed his saber fiercely at the spear.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

The saber and spear collided.

The long saber flew out of his hand and landed on the ground.

A cold light pierced through the air and went straight through his chest.

Dan Zuo stared in disbelief, his eyes fixed on the man in front of him.

He was a seventh-rank Great Wu Shi. Even if he couldn't defeat an eighth-rank Great Wu Shi, he could definitely fight a few rounds, but he was killed by a single spear thrust, unable to withstand a single blow.

The world was silent.

Under the warm sunlight, the Great Martial Masters in the fields felt a chill rising from their backs.

Is this still an eighth-rank Great Wu Shi?

This is too terrifying!

"If you don't want to die, hurry up and harvest the spirit rice!" Xia Daoming had no time to watch these martial masters in a daze, nor did he have time to show off. He pulled out his spear, split it into two, and ordered coldly.

"Harvest the spirit rice?" The martial masters were so frightened that they trembled, their faces turning pale.

"Hero, absolutely not! This spirit rice was planted by an immortal. If we harvest them, we will all die!" A martial master said with a look of horror.

"If you don't harvest it, are you planning to be coolies here for the rest of your lives? Or do you think that demonic Daoist will let you go after he returns?" Xia Daoming said coldly.

"Do you think we want to be coolies here for the rest of our lives? But the valley is sealed by an immortal array, and there are five fierce men from Eku Mountain guarding and monitoring us. Even if we want to escape, we can't. What can we do?" A bearded man shouted, throwing caution to the wind.