The eighth branch of the mine tunnel, inside the stone cave.
At this time, Cheng Buzheng was in the cave. After circling around the cave, he checked it carefully.
Then he escaped to the entrance of the cave and followed his habit, exploring it inch by inch. After seeing that there were no traps, he felt relieved.
Then Cheng Buzheng focused his attention on the two monks guarding him.
He saw that they were both third-level qi-training monks, sitting cross-legged in a stone cave with one facing the south and one facing the north, holding their horns together, guarding against the enemy's surprise attack.
At this time, there was silence in the cave, and the two of them closed their eyes to rest.
But Cheng Buzheng knew that if there was any movement, he would definitely notice it.
When the time comes, once they call for help, he has no choice but to run away.
Moreover, I wonder if the third mine tunnel has been discovered yet. Judging from the worst outcome, there is not much time left for him.
in a blink.
Cheng Buzheng's thoughts flashed through his mind.
He turned his right hand, and the amethyst was spinning in his palm. Then he silently injected mana. As the mana continued to be injected, the purple aura became more and more intense.
At this time, the two monks guarding the Lingshi Mine did not notice anything unusual and were still closing their eyes to rest.
Cheng Buqing had a thought in his mind.
A burst of mana turned into a layer of spiritual power, blocking the entrance of the cave. At the same time, a purple glow spread out from the ground.
At this moment, the two of them sensed the fluctuation of mana and ejected to the ground. Without hesitation, they shouted at the same time.
"Enemy attack!"
"Someone is coming!"
But not a single sound came out.
When they saw a layer of spiritual light at the entrance of the cave, they immediately knew that the enemy cultivators had entered the cave.
But they did not wait to be captured, but prepared to use their magic power to shatter the spiritual light curtain.
At this moment, a purple glow had descended, covering the two of them.
At this moment, they found that it was difficult to move their bodies, and it was difficult to even mobilize their magic power. They couldn't help but work harder to mobilize their magic power. In an instant, their faces turned red, and there was a trace of blood on the corners of their mouths.
Cheng Buzheng did not stop, and then he raised the amethyst, turning it into a ray of purple light and shooting away.
"Bang!"
Rocks were flying, dust and mist were swirling, and a palm-sized cave appeared on the ground not far from the entrance, with a ray of purple light shooting out.
Suddenly.
The air exploded, and the air seemed to be solid, with circles of ripples rippling in the air.
Due to Amethyst Zuo's crazy rotation, he could no longer see the eighty-one blades that looked like fish dorsal fins, like purple haloes, cutting through circles of ripples in the air and rushing towards the guarding monks in front of him.
Seeing the Amethyst Zhuo shooting towards him, the small-eyed monk in front of him was filled with dead souls. He struggled to mobilize his magic power without stopping. He knew that once he gave up resistance, he would only die.
"Click!"
The little-eyed monk did not cast his spell until his death. His body was cut into two pieces by amethyst, and a large amount of blood spread to all sides.
The short and fat monk behind him witnessed his companion being cut into two pieces. His heart was filled with chills, his magic power surged, and the speed of his fighting skills exceeded the peak of his life.
When Amethyst Zhuo was about to arrive, he finally displayed the Vajra Shield.
A golden mask of light enveloped him.
After seeing the spell cast, the short and fat monk felt relieved and said with a pale face.
"Senior, can you... give me a way out!" He longed and yearned, looking at the entrance of the cave hopefully.
Hearing this, Cheng Buzheng ignored it.
Cut the weeds without removing the roots, but they will grow again when the spring breeze blows!
Amethyst Zhuo carried a powerful force, exuding a purple aura, cutting through the air as if it were solid, and rushed towards the shining golden defensive shield.
The air waves beat against the surrounding rock walls. The rock walls shook slightly and the rocks rolled down. The power of the air waves was exhausted and then dissipated invisible.
Amethyst Zuo met the golden mask.
"Bo!"
The golden mask, together with the short and fat monk inside, are all in two parts.
Before dying, the short and fat monk cursed viciously.
"You...can't...die easily!"
Cheng Buzheng didn't care. If the curse was effective, there wouldn't be so many high-level monks in the world of immortality.
Which high-level monk doesn't have corpses under his feet and a bloody storm behind his back?
With countless resources and flesh and blood, he has achieved his current level of cultivation.
In the world of cultivating immortals, how can there be spiritual stones, spiritual objects, and elixirs for spiritual cultivation?
He didn't waste any time, plundered all the spiritual objects from the two men, and then burned them into two handfuls of ashes with a fire.
Murder and arson are basic operations. If you don't have a strong mind, it's better not to enter the world of immortality.
Otherwise, the final result will only be a stepping stone for others.
He does not have the heart of a Holy Mother or the idea of saving the world. He just wants to fight for his great cause of immortality. Therefore, when he is sure, he will try his best to get the cultivation resources he can get.
Cheng Buzheng did not delay, he knew that at this time, every minute and every second was extremely precious.
He quickly arrived in front of the Lingshi ore, waved his sleeves, and a burst of magic power wrapped up the small pile of Lingshi ore.
Then, there was a flash of yellow light.
Cheng Buzheng disappeared into the cave with the Lingshi ore.
Underground, while fleeing towards the fifth branch of the mine tunnel, his consciousness was wrapped around the raw ore of spiritual stones, and his soul was connected to the small dish deep in the sea of consciousness.
In an instant, a small pile of raw spiritual stones turned into solid rocks, and the floating panel above the small dish deep in the sea of consciousness changed.
The Master of the Jade Discs in the Heavens: Cheng Bu Zheng
After repeatedly pulling out the wool, the spiritual power value on the panel once again exceeded a thousand. He was very happy and secretly looked forward to the next pile of raw spiritual stones.
With so much spiritual power, he estimated that there would be no need to worry about spiritual power in a short period of time. After all, there was no such good deal outside.
As he fled, he scattered stubborn rocks and dealt with all the troubles.
Not long after.
When Cheng Buzheng arrived, the fifth branch of the mining tunnel followed a familiar path and headed directly towards the storage location of the Lingshi raw ore.
Cheng Buzheng, who was shield-walking underground, sensed that there were many monks rushing towards the cave, shouting loudly at the same time.
Because the barrier of the rock layer is too great, you can only hear the sound, but you can't hear what's going on specifically.
He frowned, knowing that the worst outcome was likely to occur, and then he quietly walked upwards, stopping a few feet below the rock layer.
Only then did he clearly hear the voice above.
"Everyone... hurry up and gather at the Lingshi ore storage point, that little thief appears again!"
"Hurry... Hurry... Go faster, Mine Lane No. 3 has already encountered a vicious attack!"
"Hurry up and support the mine head. Maybe the mine head needs our support at this time!"
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Hear the words.
Cheng Buzheng sighed quietly. He knew that the news had spread, and he had no choice but to give up. If he paid attention to the Lingshi mine again, he would very likely fall into the plans of the mine leaders.
"Forget it... If you continue to pluck wool, the gains will outweigh the losses. The risk is too high... It is not proportional to the harvest, and it is not worth taking such a risk."
Then, he had a thought.
One foot below the rock layer, a yellow light turned strangely and fled directly towards the secret room.