Yuan Cheng brought Han Yu and a few people into the Guangming mine. At this time, the mine had been blocked by the Holy Land of Brightness.
Passing through a long and narrow cave, there is a huge underground world. There are houses, Lingyu division fields, weapons refining fields, ore smelting fields and other areas. Lingyu ore of Guangming Mineral Veins is mined and transported here for one-time processing. The finished Lingyu is then transported back to the Holy Land of Light.
Usually there is a lot of traffic here, working day and night, but at this time it is extremely quiet, not even a ghost can be seen.
There are many mine caves extending into the mountains, and it is Lingyu mining caves.
Han Yu and the others walked halfway, and suddenly an old man in white robe walked out of one of the mines, which made everyone's minds tense.
Yuan Cheng hurriedly introduced: "This is my uncle Guiyuan Zhenren."
Gui Yuan's eyes swept over several people, and finally settled on Han Yu's face, his eyes instantly became extremely sharp, and there was a faint sword energy in his pupils.
Han Yu was not afraid and looked at him calmly.
"I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Han to come too!" Guiyuan Zhenren said in a deep voice, unable to tell whether he was happy or sad.
"Come and have a look." Han Yu responded calmly. However, he was vigilant in the dark. Real Guiyuan's aura was introverted, making it impossible for people to see his true cultivation. But from Yuan Cheng's title, it could be guessed that this person must be a semi-saint-level powerhouse, and he is definitely a dangerous person.
Master Guiyuan retracted his gaze, looked at Feng Langchong and said, "This must be the son of the Wind Clan, right?"
Feng Lang Chong raised his fists and said neither humble nor arrogant: "Wind Clan Feng Lang Chong, meet Master Guiyuan!"
Master Guiyuan nodded and said, "As for the Qianjie Feng Clan, this old man is like thunder, I hope Young Master Feng can relieve my worries!"
Feng Langchong felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. Master Guiyuan called Han Yu a fellow Daoist, but he called him a son. There was a huge difference in the level of seniority. However, no matter how arrogant Fenglangchong was, he didn't dare to talk much with Bansheng, and said confidently: "Senior, don't worry, we will definitely go all out."
"Well, please come with me!" After speaking, Master Guiyuan glanced at Han Yu, then turned and walked towards the mine just now.
Fenglangchong took the lead and followed behind Renren Guiyuan, and Han Yu and the others followed Fenglangchong. Yuan Cheng walked side by side with Feng Lang Chong, constantly introducing them to the situation of the Guangming mine. Behind a few people, there were also seven experts from the Holy Land of Light, a total of 14 people entered the mine,
"When that happened last time, blood spilled onto the surface of the mountain. The blood was so bright that it was extremely terrifying. After three days, the blood slowly returned to the mine, and now it has disappeared again." Yuan Cheng Walk side by side.
Feng Langchong nodded, looked at Master Guiyuan and asked, "Senior Guiyuan, did you see the army cross the Blood River last time?"
"Yes." Master Guiyuan replied calmly, without looking back.
Feng Langchong's face showed a hint of displeasure. No matter what, they were also the helpers invited by the Holy Land of Light. As the manager of the Guangming Mineral Vein, Guiyuan Renren had such a lukewarm attitude that Feng Langchong felt despised.
In fact, with the wishes of the Holy Land of Light, it is to ask the semi-holy powerhouse of the Wind Clan to help. But the wind clan semi-sage was unwilling to take action at all, and sent Feng Langchong to bring people to take a look.
Master Guiyuan was also very upset when he saw that only a few people had been sent here. If he hadn't held on to a glimmer of hope, he would have walked away and would have been too lazy to say hello.
Especially Han Yu, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
Within the ore veins, the mine caves are like dragons, which are intricately arranged underground. It is like a new world isolated from the world.
Although the spiritual jade has been mined everywhere, the spiritual energy in the mine is still so strong that it is almost substantive, like clouds and mist passing around.
"Uncle Shi was here that day, and saw the scene of the blood river rolling and the army crossing." Yuan Cheng introduced when he came to a corner.
When he got here, Zhenren Guiyuan obviously slowed down a bit, and it could be seen that he was quite afraid. It was him that day, who saw the terrifying scene here and was scared away.
Feng Lang rushed to see Master Guiyuan like this, he couldn't help but curl his lips, and said rather showing off: "Senior Guiyuan, as the junior expected, what you saw that day should be an illusion."
"Illusion? Impossible!" Real Master Guiyuan turned his head and denied it directly.
The wind and waves rushed up a few steps, touched the wall with his hands, wet soil on his hands, and said, "If that is the real thing, even if they retreat, there will still be bloodstains left in the soil, but now not at all."
Master Guiyuan also dug some dirt from the wall with his hands, put it on his nose and sniffed carefully, after sniffing, he revealed a contemplative expression, and said, "There is indeed no smell of blood, but this does not mean that it is an illusion, The old man saw the truth that day, and there will be no fake."
Guiyuan real person is very certain, he does not believe that any illusion can confuse his eyes.
Feng Langchong patted off the soil on his hand and said, "Senior does not know that the things buried in this spiritual jade vein generally do not exceed four conditions, medicinal materials, weapons, corpses, and fake dead people. If according to the senior's words, What you see is true. Could it be that there is an army buried in this mine? This is not realistic. And since that army has already appeared, why did it retreat?"
Master Guiyuan carefully pondered what Feng Langchong said.
"Blood energy!" At this moment, Yuan Cheng's exclamation came.
Everyone hurriedly looked in the direction of his fingers, only to see a wisp of red aerosol floating out from the inside, with a thick smell of blood. The blood gushed more and more, as if there was a pot inside, smelting blood.
Master Guiyuan involuntarily took a few steps back, a look of fear appeared on his face, and said, "That's how it was that day, the blood fog is in front, the blood river is behind, thousands of troops are coming across the blood river!"
The voice of Master Guiyuan was actually a little trembling, and he no longer had the bearing that a semi-sage powerhouse should have.
Feng Langchong only felt amused in his heart, and the dignified and half-sacred courage was so small. Said: "Senior, what we are seeing now is an illusion. If you don't believe it, close your eyes and smell it again. Is there any blood?"
Master Guiyuan obeyed his words, closed his eyes, and sniffed the smell carefully. Sure enough, the smell of blood was gone. When he opened his eyes again, when he saw the blood mist, he smelled the smell of blood again.
"This is just the simplest illusion. It confuses the eyes first, and then evolves sensory perceptions such as smell and hearing through the eyes. As long as you close your eyes, there will be nothing, and the illusion will be shattered in an instant." Feng Langchong explained.