I never thought about making trouble in this mining area. Before my inner world recovers, I plan to stay here honestly for a while.
There are hundreds of pits in this mining area, and each pit has more than 10,000 miners.
In many mines, the things that are mined are different, some are high-quality spiritual stones, and some are ore with special aura.
These ores can be refined into a variety of magic weapons, and the value is naturally needless to say.
The pit under the jurisdiction of Hanu is not small, with a radius of 10,000 miles. What is produced in this pit is a kind of green fluorite, which is of great value.
The miners in this mine were all numb and dull eyes, all of them looked like puppets.
As Hanu said, there were many people here who used to be very strong, and their cultivation bases were abolished, and they became miners waiting to die. The remaining breath of some of them shocked me, but after their power was abolished, the physical qi and blood also decayed.
Hanu introduced me to the miners and told them that I will be the second in command of this pit from now on. As a result, no one paid any attention, and they all worked and eat silently.
These people have no hope, even if they are given a chance to escape here, they probably won't leave, they are completely dead.
After Hanu took me for a stroll in some areas that he thought was more important, he arranged a relatively quiet place for me, which was actually a stone house in a mine. Although it was a bit simpler, I was still more satisfied.
After Hanu left, I began to try to run the earth burial sutra in my body, trying to absorb the power of the earth veins.
However, everything is in vain, without the slightest effect.
Inner Heaven and Earth was sealed, and the power in the body would dissipate inexplicably after it reached the inner world, which made me feel very helpless.
The physical power of the virtual hole realm can certainly suppress the strong under the virtual hole, but once you encounter a strong one in the same realm, you will definitely be beaten.
I have no other way but to bury the scriptures continuously, hoping for a miracle.
A few days later, while I was still trying to revolve the burial sutra, there was a low roar in my ears, and the earth trembled.
Immediately afterwards, Han Nu's annoyed yelling and cursing came.
I frowned slightly, walked out of the stone room, and went to the direction where the sound came from.
In the smoke and dust, Han slave held a black whip and beat some miners furiously. Those miners did not dare to dodge, holding their heads to endure the anger of Han slave.
After I came here, I understood what was going on.
A large hole in the mine collapsed, and dozens of miners were buried in it. Looking at the scene, those miners must have been killed. Hanu didn't care about the death of those miners, what he cared about was the big hole, and he ordered the miners around him to dig the cavernous hole with all his strength.
Every once in a while, people from the He family would come here to collect green fluorite. If the amount of green fluorite is not enough, the Hanu will be punished, so at this time, the Hanu will be so irritable after seeing the big cave collapse.
When the cavernous cave was cleared out, the bodies of dozens of miners were transported out, and Han Nu cursed and sent the bodies of these dozens of miners to the mass graves in this mining area.
I don't have the heart of a compassionate saint. When I looked at the dozens of corpses, I just sighed.
However, the mass graves mentioned by Han Nu moved my heart.
There are several so-called mass graves in the entire mining area. After the death of the miners, they were all thrown indiscriminately over there. I had an idea in my mind and I didn't know if it was feasible, so I decided to give it a try.
I was a little bit astonished by my interest in the mass graves, but he didn't say much, and he simply led me to the mass graves closest to the mine.
The so-called mass graves are actually a rolling mountain range, covered with bones and full of life.
After I left Hanu, I looked at this mass grave mountain range with bright eyes, and felt a little excited.
During this period of time, the burial of the scriptures has been running without the slightest effect. I am going to change the method.
Feel the mystery of reincarnation of life and death!
Once, I felt this kind of artistic conception in the inner world and had my own special way. I wonder if it will be effective in this dead land
I walked into the depths of the mass graves mountain range and came to the most deadly place. I pushed aside the thick layer of bones on the ground, grabbed the blackened soil under the bones, and started to squeeze the mud a little bit. Carving.
The ultimate of life is death, and the ultimate of death is life!
A little yang in the extreme yin!
I don't know if I can do that, but this is indeed my only choice.
Indifferent to the outside world, holding these clay sculptures repeatedly every day, in the eyes of others, I may be a fool, only I know what I am doing.
Time passed, and several months passed in a blink of an eye.
Because I stayed here for a long time in the mass graves, I was also infected with a lot of death. Hanu would come here every once in a while and would leave after watching quietly in the distance for a while.
On this day, the death aura in my body had reached an extremely strong level. If it continued, maybe I would become the living dead.
A little light flashed in my dim eyes, the black soil in my hand changed, and the gesture was very slow, but the afterimages that changed were very complicated.
A small mud sculpture of a civet cat quickly formed in my hands. During this process, the strong lifelessness in my body continued to pour into the body of the little civet cat.
This process lasted for nearly a stick of incense. This is definitely the most time-consuming clay sculpture I have made.
A lot of sweat came out of my forehead, and I stared at the mud sculpture in my hand intently.
When the mud sculpture in his hand was fully formed, a little vitality appeared in the mud sculpture. The civet-cat mud sculpture's sluggish eyes had a little agility at this time.
It's done!
I was ecstatic in my heart. At this moment, the mystic life and death perception seemed to have taken a step forward. Although the seal of the inner world in my body was not unlocked, I could feel its existence, and even faintly sensed the inner world. Strength.
This is a good phenomenon. If it continues, it will probably not take long...
At this moment, my ecstatic expression suddenly froze, and I looked up at the sky.
"Rumble..."
The sound of deep thunder sounded above the sky, and a ray of great power fell.
This is not the tribulation of the four continents, but the tribulation of the immortal world!
Although there is only a trace, it is definitely not what I can bear now.
Why does this happen
Needless to say, it must be because I squeezed out this clay sculpture.
Without the slightest hesitation, I directly threw the civet cat mud sculpture in my hand into the air, and I fled this area madly.
Suddenly, a gleam of gray lightning, or fog, descended, submerged in the mud sculpture thrown by me.
I'm very lucky, I'm very lucky that this immortal calamity didn't lock me, or even a hundred lives wouldn't be enough to play.
However, what makes me feel strange is that after the celestial calamity came, there was no movement after the mud sculpture was hit.
Quite a feeling of thunder and rain!
The great pressure disappeared, and the heaven and earth returned to calm. At this time, it is reasonable to say that I should leave here quickly. After all, no one knows whether the immortal robbery will appear again.
However, at this time I didn't know what to think, the ghost ran to the place where the mud sculpture fell just now.
The civet cat mud sculpture withstood the ray of immortal calamity, but was not annihilated. On the contrary, it had a little more spirituality, which surprised me. What made me even more shocked was that in the body of this civet cat mud sculpture, I sensed the pressure of the avenue.
If the power in this civet cat mud sculpture is exploded, it is estimated that even a true fairy will have to drink a pot!
I was excited and surprised. In this way, this thing can be regarded as my hole card. If I can refine more, then will I...
Just as he was thinking about being wrong, a lot of streamers in the distance rushed towards this side, seeming to be attracted by the previous movement.
The man who inspects the guard!
It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. Without the slightest hesitation, I hurriedly left this mass grave mountain range and hurried back to the mine area guarded by the Han slaves.
Not long after I came back here, several streamers came to this area, swept across the arrogant breath.
"Han Nu, get out for Lao Tzu and ask you something!" A thick, thorny voice resounded through the world. (End of this chapter)