The Ling Jade Mine in Heizhu Mountain has been excavated since the founding of Jugucheng, and it seems that it will never be finished.
But Fei Yilong knew that this was just an illusion.
There are very few spiritual jade buried in Heizhu Mountain. It is the large spiritual gathering array deployed by Jugucheng in the early years, combined with the regular sealing of the mountain, that can intermittently prevent the mineral veins from being cut off.
There is no oil or water here.
Fei Yilong was very disappointed.
Stationed together were three monks who, like him, came here in excitement but were filled with disappointment.
In fact, Fei Yilong had a bad premonition when he saw that there were only four monks stationed at the Heizhushan Mine.
Sure enough, after a few months, the spiritual jade dug out from the mine tunnel was barely enough to be handed over, and the few eagerness in my heart suddenly turned into smoke.
The frustrated Fei Yilong wanted to return to Lingu immediately, but only three months had passed in the three-year period.
Not only can he not be able to walk, he also has to patrol every day.
"Here he comes."
Fei Yilong yawned and faced the two men and one woman who were walking slowly.
They are the four people stationed at Black Bamboo Mountain.
"Let's go, finish the inspection quickly, so I can go back to practice."
Fei Yilong said hello, took out a golden sword, stepped on it, escaped the light, and flew in the direction he usually patrolled.
The other three people saw this and didn't say much. They each released their magical weapons and flew to other areas.
Heizhu Mountain is very big, so in order to save time, they can only patrol separately.
Fei Yilong flies extremely fast.
This is because of his profound cultivation and profound escape skills, but at least half of his speed must fall on the golden sword at his feet.
The material of this knife is quite extraordinary. It is a piece of Geng gold that he obtained after going out to practice after becoming a monk. He used spiritual flames to burn away the impurities and remove the essence, and it took a hundred days to forge it into a natal magic weapon.
Thinking of that experience, Fei Yilong still vividly remembers it - it was really a life-threatening experience.
The level of danger was second only to the mission he performed in the Black Evil Forest when he was still a mortal.
Going deep into the wilderness, he found treasures everywhere, but the great dangers and the number of strange things made him frightened.
The golden sword is called "Chun Yang Dao".
Geng gold is pure yang gold, which contains the power of killing. Anyone who comes close will be injured, and anyone who touches it will die. If it is disassembled into beans and embedded in yang jade, the wearer will be warm all year round and ward off evil spirits.
When Fei Yilong discovered Geng Jin, he was injured by it. He then used his magic power to forcefully approach and unearthed a large piece of the millstone.
This also led to fatal disasters.
"Haha~"
Every time the sword flies, Fei Yilong's bad mood always drifts away with the wind.
Arriving at the end of the mountain range, Fei Yilong circled around a few times and was about to return the same way.
Suddenly the sky and the earth rotated, and fog rolled around.
"not good."
Fei Yilong was shocked and knew that he was trapped in the formation.
"who?"
The golden knife fell into his hand, and Fei Yilong stood in the air.
The mist rolled in front of them, and four figures appeared. They couldn't see clearly, but with the magic power flowing around them, they were clearly monks.
"What do you mean by this?"
No one answered.
Fei Yilong said in a deep voice, "This place is Heizhu Mountain, an important place in Lin Valley. There are more than just one person stationed here."
"Fei Yilong."
The second person on the right suddenly spoke.
As soon as the voice came out, Fei Yilong's heart sank.
Being able to call out his name accurately, it was obviously directed at him.
Fei Yilong took a deep breath, knowing that he couldn't escape, so he straightened his back and asked, "What advice can you give me?"
"The Qingyan Alchemy Shop is nominally opened by you, but who is the person behind it?"
The other party's tone was blunt, his sentences were concise, straight to the point, and he was not polite at all.
Fei Yilong raised his head and said, "Of course I drove it."
"Really?" The person on the left sneered, "The alchemist, could it be you too?"
"That's right, it's down there."
Fei Yilong snorted, "If you want to ask me to make elixirs, just remove this formation."
"What if I don't?"
This sentence was said by a woman.
Fei Yilong always felt that it sounded familiar.
In the flash of lightning, a face appeared in Fei Yilong's mind.
"It's you?"
He exclaimed.
"I only recognized it now. It seems that you really don't take us seriously."
The fog shrouding the surroundings dispersed, revealing three familiar faces and one unfamiliar face.
"Zhang E, Tang Chaoshan, and Xu Dingfan, what are you doing? Are you crazy?"
Fei Yilong was very worried. The person who ambushed him turned out to be the other three people who had been stationed at Heizhu Mountain in the past three months.
"How dare you collude with outsiders to attack your fellow disciples? This is a capital crime."
"Death penalty?" Zhang E covered her mouth and chuckled, "You were just attacked by a demon. Besides, aren't you a good person? As long as you cooperate with us and tell us everything about Qingyan Alchemy Shop, everything will be easy to talk about."
"Who ordered you to do this?"
Fei Yilong said solemnly.
"It seems that you can't cry until you see the coffin." Xu Dingfan sneered.
"Go ahead and catch him. I have plenty of ways to make him talk."
Thick fog rolled in.
Fei Yilong's breath stagnated, he smelled a hint of sweetness, and his mind became a little trance-like.
But at this moment, a hint of coldness came from the golden knife, making his brain regain consciousness.
He immediately held his breath, but murderous intent surged around his body at the same time.
A red-tasseled gun came straight towards his chest.
An arc-shaped scimitar, as bright as the moon as a hook, was lifted towards the neck.
Finally, there was a pocket net, which exerted a terrifying suction force from top to bottom, covering him as if it was trying to fit him in.
The ones who did it were three fellow disciples stationed at Black Bamboo Mountain. The remaining one held the formation flag. Every time he waved it, a large amount of thick fog would pour into the surrounding space, confusing the line of sight and reversing the direction.
Brushing, golden light flashed through the entire fog formation.
Fei Yilong's golden mana flowed all over his body, all flowing into the golden sword in his hand. Every time he slashed, his body would move sideways with the light of the sword, crossing the distance in space.
But no matter how he slashed or plundered, he could never escape from the formation.
"What an exquisite sword skill. It's a pity that you got into the battle and wasted this sword skill."
There are shadows all around, such as red-tasseled spears, scimitars, and nets, like gangrene attached to the bones, which cannot be shaken off.
The four of them surrounded and combined their formations, Fei Yilong gradually fell into a disadvantage.
Just when a few people thought the victory or defeat was decided, the Chunyang Sword suddenly burst out several golden threads, piercing the clouds and cracking the mist.
The mist rumbled and shook, and the mist followed the mountain air currents and flew away with the wind, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Zhang E stretched out her hand and touched the golden thread. Before she could touch it, the mana wrapped around her fingertips was cut by invisible force, and her fingertips burst into pieces.
Zhang E looked shocked, "The power of pure Yang? The killing soldiers!?"
"What a magical weapon." Tang Chaoshan, who had been silent until now, beamed with joy.
"Those who have seen it have a share. I think this sword is made entirely of Geng metal, which is a waste. It will be divided between the four of us later. We must not let others know."
The four of them gathered together and talked as if Fei Yilong was already a dead man.
At this time, Fei Yilong's condition was indeed very bad. He was sweating profusely and had an abnormal greenish color on his face. He seemed to be poisoned.
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