In a place hundreds of miles away in the town, the children's mountains are washed away and the people and animals are extinct. It is the mine cave.

Zhang Fan and others arrived here after just a moment of flying...

When it fell to the ground, it looked around and saw that there were old trees withered vines and branches, and it was depressing.

A few feet away, a dark and faint hole was wide open, as if hundreds of lives still could not fill it. They still chose people to eat them, and even a constant storm came from it, making people feel cold to the bottom of their hearts.

After a brief observation, Zhang Fan took the lead and stepped into the mine with everyone.

As soon as I entered, I was shrouded in boundless darkness. I narrowed my eyes slightly before I got used to it and looked up at the surrounding environment.

The ugly and hideous walls, the giant trees on the top, are undulating, and the ground with sharp stones from time to time, everything is no different from ordinary rough mines.

However, as long as you look at a place thirty feet away, you will know that it is by no means an ordinary mine cave, but a bloody killing field.

There, dozens of corpses were formed horizontally, either in a crawling shape, leaving a long bloody path behind them; or curled up with their heads, with rolling marks around them; or they were stuck on the wall, leaving only bloody scratches of varying depths...

The blood turned black and brown like ink, and the body was dry and hard but not rotten. It was obviously all dead for a long time.

They were naturally the miners hired by the two families. The poor thing was only thirty feet away from the entrance of the cave. Usually, they only had a distance of raising their steps. At the last moment, they became a cruel giant gate, isolating the yin and yang.

Jiang Tao and the other five had seen them, and Zhang Fan's eyes flashed, looking at all the subtle places. Only Lin Sen showed a very obvious unbearable look on his face. He sighed sadly and walked to the corpse, as if he wanted to bury them.

"Huh?" He suddenly felt surprised and hesitated and said, "How come they all look like monks?"

Although it was a question, the tone was extremely certain. It was obvious that the low-level magic weapons scattered around them, or some secular swords that could barely withstand the impact of spiritual power, all proved their identity.

Hearing this, the Jiang brothers seemed a little embarrassed, as if they didn't know how to speak, while Jin Feng's face clearly showed a look of disdain.

They are all monks! Zhang Fan sighed inwardly, but not for the deceased in front of him, but for the old man of his own. In order to make his life better in the sect, he ignored his eighty-year-old age and went to the mines like these deceased.

It can indeed be described as "striving life".

Since ancient times, every spirit stone has been stained with blood, including tears from mortals and blood from monks.

Perhaps it is because all the pure spiritual energy is absorbed by the spirit stone when the ore veins are formed, so the spiritual energy must be mixed and restless in the spirit stone veins. In the case of mortals, they will often become weak in their limbs, unable to work, and even sudden death is not rare.

Therefore, when mining is started, the miners will hire a large number of scattered cultivators to mix them into mortal miners, who are responsible for mining, while ordinary people are only responsible for slightly lightweight work such as transportation, which also improves efficiency.

For the reward of a few spirit stones, these down-and-out cultivators, under the cover of restless spiritual energy, use their skills to consume spiritual power for a long time is not completely risky.

There are a few cases in all the spirit stone veins that occur almost every year. The excessively consumed cultivators have lost control of their spiritual power and then explode and die.

It can be said that at both ends of the scale, one is the spirit stone and the other is human life.

Unexpectedly, the two of them were so anxious that they all used immortals. The efficiency of mining was naturally greatly improved, but it also made the casualties and injuries during this incident.

No wonder they were eager to seek help from the sect. More than 500 immortal cultivators were killed and injured. Whether for the sake of the reputation of the family or to summon people in the future, they all needed to appease the families of the deceased, which was a huge expense.

If the mining needs are added in the early stage, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as losing all your money. If the mine cave problem cannot be solved earlier and continue mining, the family itself will be unable to continue.

After briefly explaining the tricks to Lin Sen, everyone followed this road that was almost paved with corpses and continued to walk deep into the mine.

Along the way, Wang Xinling kept whispering to Yingning's ears, raising her head from time to time to guide her down the road.

At the beginning, Zhang Fan was still wondering how Wang Xinling communicated with Yingning.

From beginning to end, she only made the whisper of "Yingning Yingning" and there was no other content. At this time, she finally understood that although the content of the whisper had not changed from beginning to end, her tone was very different.

There are ups and downs, either gentle or shrill, with different lengths and unevenness. Obviously, it is through the judgment of these tones that Wang Xinling can understand what she means.

After understanding this, Zhang Fan truly believed that she had the ability to escape from the mine. It was not something that ordinary people could do just that they could figure out the meanings contained in those murmurs that seemed to be unchanging in a short period of time.

This little woman is probably not as simple as it seems.

There was nothing else to do along the way, except for the corpses that were intermittent and changed from few to many, and nothing happened. The entire mine was silent like a dead person.

In this dark environment, I don’t know how long I have been going, but this darkness that can even change even the passage of time is even more like there is no end.

Just moving forward in such a monotonous and silent manner, for a while, Zhang Fan, who was walking in the front, suddenly stopped and then a strange sound rang out from under his feet.

"Crack rustling", as if the eggshell was broken, and it was like the weathering of the rock, and it sounded extremely strange.

When Zhang Fan looked down, he realized that in the dark he had stepped into a skull, not reaching his ankle, and looked like he was wearing a bone boot.

However, this skull did not seem to be very hard, but it felt a bit like a gathering of sand, otherwise it would not have been trampled through by him so easily.

"This is……"

Lin Sen walked beside Zhang Fan, naturally seeing it clearly. While asking questions, he leaned over to check it.

At this time, a little fire light ignited from Zhang Fan's palm, instantly illuminating everything around him.

Before, because everyone's cultivation was not weak, they had some night vision ability, so they did not illuminate them in order not to attract the ghosts in advance. At this time, they seemed to have entered the depths of the mine cave, and there was no scattered light. Even when they reached the point where the empty room was white, they gradually couldn't see clearly.

With the fire, everyone clearly saw that a lonely man's head was trampled through under Zhang Fan's feet, while the supporting corpse was ten feet away.

There are broken bones, mining tools scattered all over the ground, like pickaxes, pickaxes-shaped mining tools, and even spirit stones, magic tools, etc.

However, these have become waste products, otherwise they would not have been preserved until now.

The spirit stone was dim and light, and it was obvious that all the spiritual energy had been lost. Even those magic weapons looked like there was no trace of spiritual energy, which was no different from ordinary iron.

How long does it take to erode the magic weapon to turn into mortals? Lin Sen was curious for a moment and went up to pick up a pen-shaped magic weapon. Unexpectedly, just holding it tightly, lifting it up only an inch, then suddenly lightened it. When he looked again, there was no shadow of the magic weapon in his palm, only fragments like wind and sand remained.

"It's been tens of thousands of years!" Lin Sen shook his head and sighed, and stood up and said, "They should be miners from ancient times. Brother Zhang, it seems that we have entered the ancient mine vein, so be careful."

"Yes." Zhang Fan nodded, agreeing with his opinion. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly stopped and his face changed color.
Chapter completed!