The terrain here is undulating, like a circling dragon, its figure goes all the way up, and finally lowers its brow at the top of the mountain.
On the top of the mountain here is Jinglong Tan.
Now, a man wearing a purple-striped white robe was standing on the back of another man with one foot. The man fell to the ground and was struggling hard.
"Zixu, you don't respect martial ethics. This time it doesn't count. I demand a rematch!"
Looking at the Long Ming Sanjin flopping on the ground, Zixu Sanjin couldn't help but show a helpless smile, "You, when will you admit defeat?"
Longming Sanren gritted his teeth and said, "As long as I can't defeat you, I won't be considered a loser. Really, if I hadn't yet mastered the Great Ascension of Dragon Skill, you would never have had the chance to defeat me!"
Zixu Sanren jumped down when he heard this, "Your logic is too weird. Okay, let's not talk about it anymore. Where are the clues?"
"As agreed, it's about the disappearance of a large number of refugees in Muxianzhou."
After hearing this, Long Ming Sanren slowly got up and said, "Fight again, and I will tell you if I win."
Zixu Sanren frowned when he heard this, "I don't remember that you have the habit of defaulting on your debts. Tell me quickly, or I won't ask you to fight next time."
Long Ming Sanren curled his lips when he heard this, "Ah, I know, I know, I said it's not enough. This matter starts from last month. At that time, I went out on a mission and happened to meet someone on the way back.
A mortal man covered in scars."
"At that time, he grabbed my leg and seemed to want to say something to me, but as soon as the words came to his mouth, he died immediately. I checked carefully and found that he died of excessive blood loss."
"Later I found a piece of cloth on his body. The piece of cloth was covered with dried blood, and this was it."
After saying that, Longming Sanren reached out to the storage ring and took out a piece of blood-stained cloth, and handed it to Zixu Sanren.
"I'm glad you carried it with you."
Longming Sanren smiled and said, "Didn't I remember that you were investigating this matter? I thought it would be useful, so I took it with me."
Zixu Sanren shook his head, and finally turned around and picked up the cloth and looked at it carefully, "Fengxi Mountain Spirit Vein, Pregnant Spirit Mine?"
There were eight big characters like this written on the cloth. Zixu Sanren looked at them repeatedly for a while. In fact, there seemed to be something else written behind them, but they were all stained by blood.
So much so that the blood was so dry and mixed together that it was hard to see what was written.
However, this should be a clue.
Zixu Sanren put away the cloth, and then looked at Longming Sanren, "Junior brother, I will leave this thing to me for now, but do you have any clues about Fengxi Mountain?"
Long Ming Sanren thought for a while, "I have heard about it. I heard that it was originally the ruins of a sect's spirit stone mine, but it was only a few hundred years ago. If I remember correctly, this should be the Tianjian Sect's.
The ruins of Lingshi Mine."
"The Tianjian Sect was destroyed by our sect hundreds of years ago. After that, all the spirit stone mines were owned by our sect, and their sect ruins were rebuilt and became a branch of our Taixu Immortal Sect."
"But the spiritual stone mine in Fengxi Mountain, I heard from Master several times, seems to have been exhausted a long time ago. Our sect has also given up on that spiritual vein."
Zixu Sanren fell into deep thought, "Anyway, I still feel it is necessary to go to the Fengxi Mountain Lingshi Mine site. Maybe the disappearance of the refugees in Muxianzhou is closely related to this place."
Longming Sanren stretched his muscles and said, "If that's the case, then I'll go with you?"
Zixu Sanren shook his head, "No need, I just want to go there this time to investigate. You are not proficient in the method of invisibility and dispersion, and it is easy to scare others away. Let me go by myself this time."
Long Ming Sanren curled his lips and said, "Tch, then I'm going back to the sect. You should be careful and don't get yourself involved. If you die, I will be very distressed."
Zixu Sanren smiled when he heard this, "Thank you for your concern."
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In a dark mine.
Yang Ye struggled to swing the pickaxe, sweat had already penetrated his clothes, and bright red blood stains were particularly conspicuous on his back.
Snapped!!
As another whip was struck hard on Yang Ye's body, a rough voice suddenly came from behind, "Oh no, it's only been three hours and it's not going to work. You losers, you still want to join the fairyland like this."
Door?"
"Bah, you are a bunch of losers. Today's quota is not up to standard, so everyone squats on the side and let me continue digging at night. If the quota is not up to standard tomorrow, then you don't have to rest!"
Listening to the continuous scoldings coming from behind, Yang Ye felt the skin on his back was torn open, and a heartbreaking pain hit him, making his arms tremble!
He had been hungry all day yesterday, so how could he have the strength to wield a pickaxe now?
There are many miners like him around Yang Ye. These people are either children or old people, and there are few strong young people.
Even if there are, they were abducted from childhood and have lived here for several years or even decades.
In just a few days, Yang Ye witnessed hellish scenes. The supervisors here did not treat them as human beings at all.
There were no protective measures at all when mining the spirit stone mines, and many people were directly stoned to death.
There are also cases where the reinforcements are not in place, resulting in landslides and killing a group of people.
But most people are actually exhausted and can only sleep less than six hours at night and can only eat one meal a day. This is still a good situation.
Yang Ye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and continued to wield his pickaxe. He only dug two low-grade spiritual stones yesterday. This yield was really too low.
According to this situation, let alone digging twenty low-grade spiritual stones in a day, getting a quarter of it is already pretty good.
After a while, the supervisor here went to inspect other places. Yang Ye breathed a sigh of relief and came to the mine alone.
Then he slowly took out a low-grade spiritual stone in his arms. This crystal clear aqua blue spiritual stone was more beautiful than any gemstone and more transparent than any crystal.
Yang Ye clenched the spirit stone in his hand tightly, and saw a trace of spiritual energy suddenly overflowing from the spirit stone, directly coiling around his arm and pouring into his body.
Some of Yang Ye's injuries began to heal at this moment, but that was all.
"I am born with empty spiritual roots, and the sea of qi and sky are depleted. I cannot store spiritual energy. If I can store spiritual energy, if I can absorb spiritual energy..."
Yang Ye was talking to himself, but he didn't notice that a supervisor had walked in front of him.
"You didn't eat anything yesterday, did you?"
Yang Ye was shocked when he heard this, and then quickly picked up the pickaxe and stood up. What appeared in front of him was a middle-aged man with unshaven beard.
Seeing Yang Ye's appearance, the middle-aged man just silently took out a large cake from his arms and handed it to him.