Chapter 811 All in vain (please subscribe, please collect)

Although it was not the first time that all the cultivators who watched the ginseng spirit disappear were still full of disbelief.

"Have all the white spiritual ginsengs in the ginseng field disappeared?"

"There is clearly a three thousand year old white spiritual ginseng here?"

"This ten thousand year old ginseng spirit appeared simply to divert our attention"

The waves of the ten thousand year old ginseng spirit's successful escape had not yet disappeared, and shouts of surprise had already come from all directions. Most of the spiritual ginsengs that originally grew in the ginseng field had disappeared, and the few that remained were all less than a thousand years old, and they were not too useful to the cultivators present.

"Is this a ginseng spirit? It actually knows how to make a feint to the east and attack in the west, and its spiritual intelligence is so high?"

Sun Mingsheng looked at a two thousand year old spiritual ginseng that disappeared, and his face was also full of pain. This is the real meat bun hitting a dog, and there is no return.

"The reason why this ten thousand year old white ground ginseng spirit is willing to show up is not because of the cultivators' exhaustive search, but mainly because they want to take away all the spiritual ginseng here. It is estimated that after leaving this time, it will most likely not appear again."

Sun Mingsheng had various different ideas in his mind, but he soon confirmed this point, and after searching the entire ginseng field and bamboo forest and still not finding any trace of spiritual ginseng over a thousand years old, his cognition of this point became even more firm and unshakable.

But this is ultimately a kind of speculation. Under the temptation of the ten thousand year old white ground ginseng spirit, he still couldn't bear to leave. Facing such a ten thousand year old spiritual medicine, even if there is only a little hope, he must put all his efforts, even if there is no gain in the end.

The strategies adopted by the other Jindan stage cultivators present were no different from Sun Mingsheng. They would rather waste time than leave easily.

"Why do you keep waiting here? This mirage is full of high-quality treasures. There are less than three days left before the mirage closes in one month. Why waste time and energy here?"

"You are right. There is a lake three thousand miles southeast of here. There is a third-grade high-quality blue sky and white day lotus in it. It has twelve mature lotus seeds. If you are interested, you can go and pick it."

"What's so special about a mere blue sky and white day lotus? I have found a cave left by a senior cultivator ten thousand miles northeast. However, it cannot be entered under the protection of two third-grade high-quality monkeys. This is a godsend opportunity. You must not miss it."

Similar words kept appearing in the bamboo forest, but no matter how they talked, all the cultivators present did not make any movement.

These cultivators who advised chose to make all the information public here. They were not truly selfless. They just wanted to reduce some potential disputes as much as possible.

Of course, the truth of these words is also an unknown, and the monks need to make their own judgments. Otherwise, if they leave rashly, they will probably get nothing.

"Since there are such treasures, why don't you go and pick them yourself? Why stay here?"

"That's right, that's right. I speculate that after this, the Ten Thousand Years White Earth Ginseng Spirit will most likely not continue to appear in the ginseng field. After all, there is no place here that is worth the risk?"

The monks present have seen so many temptations along the way. A few words and half-true and half-false introductions are naturally not enough to persuade any of them, including Sun Mingsheng.

In fact, even if there are one or two monks with shallow eyes who want to leave at this time, they will naturally make a correct judgment when they see this situation.

Therefore, after these monks have persuaded for a long time, no monk has left, so they have calmed down and waited for the Ten Thousand Years White Earth Ginseng Spirit to appear again.

Judging from the current situation, this is not the first time that the ten thousand year old white earth ginseng spirit has appeared. As time goes by, the spread of this treasure becomes more and more widespread, and naturally more cultivators will come to fight for it.

Especially for some sects and families that have a ninth-level Jindan cultivator in charge, if this ten thousand year old white earth ginseng spirit can be successfully refined, it is equivalent to increasing the success rate of breaking the elixir into an infant by 20%.

Some forces with Yuanying cultivators in charge will naturally not let it go easily, and the difficulty and intensity of the competition will certainly be proportional to the increase in time.

Once the white earth ginseng spirit really appears, it is likely that a bloody storm will be set off around it after leaving the mirage. Any cultivator knows the reason clearly, but with the treasure in front, especially when it comes to the future path, knowing the danger will never give up easily, unless it is an old guy who has completely lost confidence in his future path of cultivation and is struggling to survive.

In the main bamboo forest and ginseng field, dozens of Jindan-stage cultivators performed magic to restrain their own auras, completely quieted down, and waited wholeheartedly.

The sun rose and the moon set, day and night alternated, and three days passed in a flash. As expected, the white earth ginseng spirit who was proficient in earth escape magic never appeared.

When Sun Mingsheng and other cultivators entered the mirage for a month, with the arrival of an irresistible force and a dizziness, the bamboo forest, ginseng field, and white earth ginseng spirit all disappeared without a trace at this moment.

"January has come. It seems that this ginseng spirit has no fate with me. Anyway, I don't know how many old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage or even the God Transformation stage are secretly observing this level of treasure. If I really get it, What never happened is a blessing.”

Sun Mingsheng decisively comforted himself, and after observing around for a while, he turned into a stream of light and headed straight for the location of Gravel City in the distance.

Gravel City is the only city within a thousand-mile radius of Mirage. Whenever a group of monks in Mirage leave, it is also the most lively moment.

Some well-prepared shops have already arranged the treasures searched from all over the world of cultivation, ready to wait for transactions from a group of Golden Core monks.

This kind of transaction is very obvious barter. As long as each store completes a certain number of transactions, it can earn a lot of money.

After all, those who are qualified to enter the Mirage are at least in the early stage of Jindan cultivation. Everyone is a famous existence in the world of cultivation, and those who can enter their eyes are naturally the best among the third level.

And because there is no fixed order or pattern in the appearance of spiritual objects, what they hold in their hands is often not consistent with their own. This is the only opportunity for shops of all sizes in Gravel City.

Sun Mingsheng made a lot of gains in the mirage, most of which he could not directly refine. Naturally, he needed to exchange for some fire-attribute heavenly materials and earthly treasures to transform into his own cultivation.