In the remote and desolate mountains.

An open coal field is located here.

Inside the site, piles of black coal and stone were excavated and piled up into hill-like shapes.

Looking around, there were probably hundreds of thin men in ragged clothes, carrying bamboo baskets on their backs and holding long-handled oil lamps in their mouths. They slowly walked out of cave dwellings and dumped the load of coal behind them into the mine.

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Surrounding the mine are monks wearing orange-yellow monk robes, with shaved heads and unusually wide hands.

But none of these monks were compassionate.

On the contrary, they all looked fierce in their eyes, looking like a tiger or an eagle, with a trace of venom in their brows.

Everyone is even equipped with a steel knife, shining with cold light.

This is not a normal group of monks!

Rather, they are a group of evil monks who look like monks but do evil things!

in the corner.

A young boy of eighteen or nineteen years old, with deep exhaustion, sighed and poured the coal and stones in the bamboo basket behind him heavily on the ground. He looked at the evil monks around him with a pair of smart eyes, and couldn't help but feel speechless again.

His grandma’s!

Is this predecessor a fool?

What a waste of your status as a dignified cultivation master!

We just crossed Ningchuan half a day ago.

But the era we traveled through was a little weird.

This world was originally supposed to be an authentic world of cultivation, where qualified people could practice qi and practice Taoism, live a long life, and master various extraordinary magical powers.

However, since the great changes in the world more than two hundred years ago and the entry into the Age of Ending Dharma, the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth has disappeared without a trace, so that now all cultivators can only hide in the mountains and dare not go down easily.

As the cultivators lived in seclusion, the status of mortal warriors increased rapidly in just two hundred years, with warriors constantly breaking through the limits of mortals and gaining unimaginable extraordinary power.

Even in recent decades, these warriors who have broken the limits of mortals have joined forces to form various alliances and began to exterminate cultivators.

It was under this background that Ning Chuan, a disciple of Feixia Sect, a major cultivation sect, was secretly sent by the sect to go undercover among the martial arts.

On the one hand, he wants to understand the secret of the growth of martial arts strength, and on the other hand, he is also looking for opportunities to wait for the next change.

But when we set out, we always have good wishes.

But how could the former Ningchuan have thought of the dangers in the rivers and lakes under the mountain?

On the first day down the mountain, my luggage was stolen.

The next day, due to a careless friendship, I was introduced to a person in the name of doing business by a kind-hearted person whom I had just met for less than half a day, and was taken to the [King Kong Temple] in Qingzhou County, 300 miles away, to work.

After the results came, I realized that this was not a job, but that I had been trafficked to the Vajra Temple!

This Vajra Temple is not a real temple at all!

It's a gang of evildoers under the banner of a temple!

Hundreds of laborers who were coaxed together were trapped in this coal mountain, mining day and night. Anyone who dared to escape or resist would be killed directly.

If you ask why the predecessor Ning Chuan didn't resist?

In fact, before Ning Chuan came down the mountain, all his magic power had been exhausted.

When the spiritual energy between heaven and earth disappears, the cultivator's mana will be used up a little bit, and it will never be replenished. Even if it is not used, the mana in the body will gradually dry up due to various reasons.

The predecessor, Ning Chuan, was sent to the foot of the mountain as an undercover agent because his magic power had disappeared. After all, this way he would not be noticed by the Yamashita warriors.

But who would have imagined that this predecessor, Ning Chuan, could not bear any hardship.

He was deceived into a black coal mine, worked for only five days, and was exhausted to death. This is what Ningchuan is now doing.

Thinking back on the memories in his mind, Ning Chuan felt sad for a moment.

After all, he still has little experience in the arena!

A dignified cultivator died in a black coal kiln, where can he go to reason?

Just when he poured coal and stone on himself, glanced around, and was about to sneak into the mine to rest for a while, suddenly, bursts of deafening gongs began to sound.

clang clang clang…

"Okay, don't do anything anymore, gather together, gather everyone!"

A fierce-looking monk suddenly shouted.

A group of hard workers in the mine had strong expectations in their eyes, as if they had predicted something good. They quickly put down their work and crowded forward like a honeycomb.

Some people were even more impatient, as if they were afraid of running slow.

One of them even hit Ning Chuan with a bang when he was passing by Ning Chuan. He knocked Ning Chuan to the ground on the spot and fell heavily on the coal and rocks on one side.

Ning Chuan suddenly felt a pain in his buttocks and couldn't help but curse secretly.

【Ding!】

[Randomly paste strength value*1]

Suddenly, a clear metallic sound sounded directly in Ning Chuan's mind.

Ning Chuan's face was startled.

Damn it?

system?

He hurriedly pinched his thigh and continued to listen, only to find that after the sound rang for a while, it never came again.

But at this moment, more people ran past him.

Ning Chuan hurriedly shouted for someone to help him, but no one came to help him. Instead, because Ning Chuan fell to the ground, many people stepped on him.

"grass…"

【Ding!】

[Randomly paste strength value*1]

[Randomly paste strength value*1]

[Random pasting speed value*1]

…

Four voices in a row sounded directly in Ning Chuan's mind.

Ning Chuan finally got up from the ground, feeling shocked.

Does being beaten make you stronger?

"No, it's not that I was beaten. It seems like...it will stick when touched?"

Ningchuan is incredible.

In order to verify his guess, Ning Chuan hurriedly ran towards the square. At the same time, he looked at a panting old man next to him. He subconsciously stretched out his palm and directly touched the old man's shoulder.

【Ding!】

[Randomly paste strength value*1]

Ningchuan was immediately overjoyed.

Sure enough!

No matter if someone touches him or he touches someone else!

You can paste it when you touch it!

"What do you want to do?"

The old man turned his head to look at Ning Chuan while running.

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay, I recognized the wrong person."

Ning Chuan laughed and continued to run forward.

At this moment, his vision suddenly became hazy, as if the light was distorted, and several lines of strange pale gold fonts emerged.

Name: Ningchuan

Cultivator's cultivation level: late stage of Qi training (full mana value 1200)

Current mana: 0

Cultivation Technique: Purple Flower Secret Code (First Level)

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Warrior cultivation level: Not yet started

Current strength: 15

Current speed: 11

Practice skills: none

…

"Is this my current state? It is actually divided into two rows, one row is for cultivators, and the other row is for warriors, etc. Doesn't this mean that I can not only paste the warrior's power, but also the cultivator's mana?"

Ning Chuan suddenly reacted.

Damn it!

This is awesome!

Even though it was the end of the Dharma era, he knew that there were still many fierce men in the world of cultivation on the mountain, who had been clinging to the mountain and still had a lot of mana left in them.

These people are not willing to use any magic power, they are just trying to delay it until the next time the weather changes and the spiritual energy is revived.

Take the Feixia Sect as an example. The real person in charge of the Feixia Sect, Li Changhe, is a veritable Yuanying old monster. He is now huddled on the mountain and does not dare to go down the mountain even one step.
Chapter completed!