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As the days passed, it was getting late, and the cave was once again obscured by a mysterious mist.

"It's almost time, it's time for us to get out!"

Bei Mingjin snorted coldly, took the lead and walked towards the entrance of the cave, and when he walked to the corpse of Liu Tianyi, who was lying at the entrance of the cave, he picked it up casually.

The new monks, naturally, have not given up their bottom line to gnaw on Liu Tianyi's corpse, and the monks who came first did not move, by no means unmoved, but did not dare to break the rules.

One after another, everyone walked out of the mine.

"Hand in the spirit stones!"

The North Stygian raised the huge fur pocket in his hand.

Crash!

Crash!

The monks who came first, without saying a word, handed over the spirit stones they dug up, and the later monks saw it really, each monk, the number of payments, at most about four hundred, suddenly a burst of depression, why did they have to pay five hundred?

Soon, the monk who came first handed it in, and it was the turn of the new monk.

On this first day, of all the new monks, only two monks who were unusually strong and lightly wounded, dug up the number above five hundred, but after handing in five hundred, they only fell into the twenties.

Except for the two, no one dug above five hundred, although Ji Cangmang was injured again, he was not the least digged, he actually dug three hundred and twenty yuan, ranking some of the more seriously injured. and the old and frail monks.

His two flesh wounds were once again recovered with a strange speed, and many monks who saw it were secretly surprised, only he knew that it was the origin of the wood given by Taixuanmu at work.

"You three, you haven't dug up enough for three hundred. You can die!"

After collecting everyone's spirit stones, Bei Shenjin said coldly towards the three of them.

"Brother Dao spares my life, today, on the first day, I can't wait for my injuries to heal. ”

The faces of the three changed greatly, and they hurriedly begged for mercy.

Pong!Pong!Pong!

Bei Shenjin didn't say more than half a word, and moved his fingertips again, directly piercing the heads of the three people. Three puffs of blood mist rose in the sky.

Three more monks, who died on the spot, they may have had extremely high strength and realm before, but now, they are the weakest mortals.

This scene was watched again by all the monks, including Ji Cangmang. His gaze sank.

At this moment, after staring deeply at Ji Cang's direction. The bodies of the three people who had just died, picked them up together, walked back in the direction of the camp.

The fog came and sealed the mine again.

The remnant sun fell like blood on a dry and exhausted monk. Down, down.

......

The mine was not far from the camp, and after a while, everyone returned to the camp, and it was not yet dark.

The monks who came first. Naturally, they go back to their own houses, or cultivate, or eat things that exceed the bottom line of human beings, like a terrible ghost, and from time to time there are hideous laughter, and human nature may have long been extinct.

The later monks, of course, had no place to live, but could only sit in the sky, and after a tiring day, the feeling of hunger came up more and more.

"These four guys are your dinner today, as for eating or not, it's up to you. ”

After leaving a cold word, Bei Shenjin left the four corpses he had dragged back and walked into the camp.

The cultivators looked at the four corpses with complicated expressions, and some of the monks' eyes had a beast-like expression, but they were bitterly depressed.

Ji Cangman shook his head slightly, as if he didn't want to look at the next thing, and walked towards the river not far away. His move attracted the attention of many monks.

The river was clear, with a loud noise, flowing from the mist on the mountain and heading downstream.

Ji Cangmang walked to the river, first carefully cleaned himself, after the filth was removed, he finally regained a little bit of his previous brilliance, the river rippled layer by layer, and after it calmed down, Ji Cangmang's own face was rarely slightly gloomy, and his expression was extremely complicated, as if Ye Bai was in general.

After staring for a moment, Ji Cangmang picked up the water in both hands, took a few big sips, and felt something in his empty stomach, and a feeling of fullness came from nothingness.

Ji Cangman closed his eyes, let out a long breath, and sat on the ground, falling into a long silence, like a curled up statue, motionless.

It is hard to believe that after this catastrophe, Ji Cang's mind has not been shaken and changed at all.

The sound of footsteps came from behind him, and many new monks came over, and after washing and making themselves, they drank a few sips of water, just looking at the gritted teeth, they knew that they would definitely not be able to accept eating human flesh for the time being, but it was impossible to say how far they could last.

After drinking the water, everyone stared at the river desperately, their eyes lit up, but unfortunately there was nothing in the water that could wrap their stomachs in fish and shrimp.

"Damn, there are trees and water in this place, but why don't you even have half a fish? ”

A monk scolded.

No one answered him, mostly lying on their backs, gasping for breath.

"Daoyou's words are wrong. ”

Suddenly, there was a lazy voice with a bit of banter.

When the people heard this, their spirits lifted and they looked towards the place where the voice came from.

The monk who spoke was a middle-aged man dressed in tattered clothes, with messy hair, thick beard, yellow face and thin muscles, and he didn't know which corpse he had just picked up a blood-stained shirt, and came to the river to wash it happily, and the clear river water was soon dyed red.

It seems that he is one of the monks who came in early, but he didn't go to the mine before, so he should be in charge of staying behind to guard here.

"I don't know what's wrong, please advise fellow Taoists. ”

Someone said in a calm voice, and his eyes calmed down, knowing that most of them were weird, otherwise how could these guys eat people.

The middle-aged man glanced at the monk who spoke, his eyes flashed, and he laughed: "Daoist friends don't need to be too wary of me. My situation is not much different from yours, I am still alive and well today, maybe I will be slaughtered in the next moment. ”

"Daoyou is too modest, please explain the meaning of what you just said in detail. ”

The monk who spoke replied with a smile. An unfathomable look.

But of course, no one would believe such a thing casually, especially in such a situation.

The middle-aged man nodded, and continued: "It is rumored that there is a guy with a very strong will, after enduring many days of hunger, he fell by the river, but when he was about to starve to death, he saw two fish, one large and one small, coming from the upper reaches. Eat with great relish. ”

Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up again, but thinking about it must not be that simple, it flashed again, and continued to listen downward.

The middle-aged man stopped speaking at this moment and concentrated on washing his clothes.

"And then?"

An anxious monk asked, "Could it be that the fish is poisonous, and this man has been poisoned?"

"Fellow Daoist cautiously!"

The middle-aged man hurriedly said, "Don't talk nonsense." Those two fish are not poisonous in any way. The man had a full meal. Since then, the man has been looking for fish in the river every day when he comes back from mining, but unfortunately he has never found it again. After this news was later revealed by him, many people searched for it, but no one found it again. ”

The eyes of the crowd flickered, and they unconsciously turned their eyes to the source of the water. What secrets are hidden on that high mountain?

"Fellow Daoists, like us new monks, don't come every day, usually times. What do you all eat for a living?"

Another monk asked, lowering his posture.

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, although there are no fish in the water, and there are no wild beasts on the side of this mountain, but there is grass under your feet, and there are trees over there, and this grass and leaves can also be satisfied." ”

When they heard this, their eyes opened and they immediately looked at the earth under their feet. The wild grass on the ground, only palm-long, as thin as leek leaves, like bamboo, with bamboo joints, surprisingly unified, is all of one, no one can see what kind of grass.

As for the trees not far away, they are also knotted like bamboo, and they are all of one kind, and no one knows what kind of species they are, and the leaves are verdant in color, shaped like a sword.

"Fellow Daoist, this grass and leaves, I'm afraid it's not that simple, right?"

A thoughtful monk asked sadly.

"Hahaha-"

The middle-aged man burst out laughing again, with a certain perverted meaning, and said: "Everyone, if you want to know, just eat it yourself, I can promise you that you can't eat dead people!"

The voice fell, and the man dried his clothes and walked away.

Everyone's eyes glanced at the back of this person, helpless, and after carefully looking at the grass on the ground a few times, no one made a move after all.

Ji Cangman has been extremely self-disciplined since he was a child, and his will is not comparable to that of ordinary monks, so naturally he will not eat casually, and after only a few glances, he withdrew his gaze.

The old monk sat in general, sat in general, with a strong will, suppressed the feeling of hunger, and silently thought about the future in his heart.

The sky is full of stars.

Above the river, hundreds of statue-like figures, lying or sitting, may be the same as Ji Cangman, thinking about the future.

From time to time, there were a few sounds of fasting and snorting, which were exceptionally clear, and when they fell, the custody immediately attracted a piece, which made people cry and laugh.

Fortunately, today's weather is about the same as early autumn, and it is moderately cool, even if you sleep on the grass outside, you don't have to worry about getting a wind chill, otherwise you will die a lot of people soon under hunger and cold.

This night passed in the worry and confusion of the future.

......

The next morning, without the need for Bei Shenjin to call again, the cultivators had already woken up from hunger, and it was the morning of the third day that everyone had come to this place of captivity.

None of the four corpses that Bei Yingjin threw to everyone moved, and they were no longer known to be taken away by anyone at this moment. There are hungry monks who are really uncomfortable, and they can't help but regret that they didn't eat yesterday, they are all monks who don't know how many people they have killed, and what do they count if they eat a few pieces of human flesh?

The psychological bottom line of the cultivators has gradually begun to loosen.

Ji Cang's empty stomach is also like a fire burning at this moment, and the indescribable discomfort is supported by a mouthful of will.

"The things have been given to you, I don't care if you eat it or not, if you dig less than three hundred pieces of ore every day, you must die!"

The North Stygian Gold snarled with a snarling face.

A new monk. Listening to the stomach full of depression, this guy called Bei Ying Jin, in the peak period, may not be better than them, but now he came in earlier, riding on their heads arrogantly.

"Where are things being frozen by Brother Chen Dao now. If you want to eat, when you come back today, go to him yourself. Now, let's all go to work!"

After saying another word, Bei Shenjin took the lead and walked in the direction of the mine.

The crowd had no choice but to follow, and the monk ran to the river and drank a few large sips of water before he followed, thinking about whether to make a wooden kettle or ask someone who had already been rebuilt when he came back in the evening. Craft an iron kettle with it.

Zheng Zheng!

Zheng Zheng Zheng!

It's the sound of felling again, and it's endless.

Exhaustion, **, came up together.

On this day, in the evening, all the new monks worked hard to complete the task of the minimum three hundred yuan.

When I got back to camp. Finally, an old monk estimated that he would not eat anything more. After struggling for a long time, he walked into the village, and after a short time, he took out a frozen corpse and went to the edge of the forest to cut down the bamboo-like branches. Grill up.

"Is Daoyou crazy? That's human flesh!"

Some monks saw that their beards were all open, and they did not scold angrily.

"If you don't eat again, tomorrow it will be my turn to be eaten, and the old man wants to see, you guys. How many more days can I endure than I am!"

The old monk said with a gloomy gaze.

When the cultivators heard this, their faces were gloomy. After most of the tea time, two more monks, gritting their teeth, walked up.

As soon as this opening is opened, it is like a flood bursting its levees, and it cannot be stopped.

......

Ji Cangman looked at the monks with the light of the beast burning in his eyes, and without saying a word, he turned around and left, and came to the small river again.

After drinking half of the water, the false feeling of fullness finally made Ji Cangmang feel better, and he was not in a hurry to rest for the time being, Ji Cangmang walked to the edge of the forest, cut down a small piece of bamboo, made a simple water tank, and then returned to the riverside grass to rest.

The setting sun shines again, illuminating his figure like a statue.

Ji Cang's eyes flashed with a hint of deep and deep light, and since his mood calmed down, he had been thinking about how to reverse the current situation.

There is no doubt that there must be something strange on the mountain next to it. But so many monks who came early must not know how many times they have tried, and they haven't figured it out, so Ji Cangmang doesn't think that he can be better than other people's luck.

He has never been a person who solves troubles by playing tricks or trying his luck, and instead of venturing into the fog to explore, Ji Cangman would rather think of a way to break the ban on blocking the divine soul.

But as everyone said the night before, the well-known ban on unlocking the blockade of the divine soul was all performed through the silk of divine consciousness, and now everyone's primordial divine soul has been blocked and trapped in a dead loop.

If Ji Cangmang wants to unravel it, he must use his sword to go sideways and use mana to unravel it. This premise, of course, is to have mana first, that is, if Ji Cangmang wants to cultivate again, he needs to dig up more than five hundred pieces every day, and then slowly accumulate it, starting to cultivate again from the early stage of qi refining.

This step is not in a hurry. The other monks obviously couldn't give him their own spirit stones, so they had to dig them themselves.

And if you want to dig up more than five hundred, you need to have a healthy body and a lot of strength, and you can barely do it.

The injuries on Ji Cangmang's body are treated by the origin of wood, so naturally there is no need to worry too much, what is left is strength.

Mortal strength can only be obtained through food.

Thinking of this, Ji Cangman had a headache, the monk who was caught here with him was already unable to stand up, how long could he support it?

Thinking that in a few days, he would be like them, like a beast that had exterminated humanity, gnawing on the corpses of his own kind, Ji Cang's stomach was tumbling one after another.

In order to survive, for the sake of Taixuanmu and Taiqingsi, and for the sake of his dream of cultivation, do you really have to do that?

Ji Cang's brows tightened more and more.

His situation at the moment was really similar to when Ye Bai was in the Ten Thousand Evil Mill of the Four Phases Sect.

The difference was that at that time, Ye Bai knew very well that the group of monks led by Zang Jianfeng wanted to lure him with human flesh, play with him, shatter his Dao heart, and make him fall into the abyss from which he could never recover.

And Ji Cangmang is different, no one forced him, no one deliberately seduced him, everything depends on whether he can hold it up or not, and it all depends on whether he can hold it or not. This difficulty is much greater than that of Ye Bai back then.

After a long headache, Ji Cangmang emptied his mind and recalled the prohibitions he had learned in his life.

Even if the magic power is abolished, even if the divine soul is blocked, this monk with the highest understanding can still improve his prohibition level, and he will never let himself sink.

From this moment on, the haze in Ji Cangmang's eyes finally dissipated a lot, and he regained a little bit of his previous transcendent appearance.

This night, I meditated until midnight, and then Ji Cangmang fell asleep.

The fourth day came, and it was still mining.

Relying on a pot of water, Ji Cangmang survived the day again, but the number of dug up is still more than 300 people who will save his life.

And a few monks who ate a lot last night were full of physical strength, dug out more than five hundred pieces, and were finally able to drop some, this scene, many other newcomers who had not eaten, their eyes lit up, and they were extremely envious, and finally made up their minds.

After returning to the camp, the frozen corpses came, and more new monks joined in the gnawing, and after noticing the movement on this side, the monks in the village laughed, and in this laughter, there was ridicule and self-deprecation, like the voice of the devil.

But on this day, there were still sixteen monks who did not touch, among them, of course, Ji Cangman.

......

This situation did not only happen on the side of the Terran camp, but on the side of the Linggen clan, there were more monks who persisted.

On the side of the small races, there are also people who are holding out.

On the contrary, on the side of the demon beasts, none of the guys felt psychologically unacceptable, most of the demon beasts, before they cultivated, were fed on the flesh and blood of other races, including other demon beasts, this kind of blood food, for the flesh of the demon beasts, also has a strong and weak strengthening effect. Therefore, feeding on other demon beasts is really a normal thing for them.

In addition, these three places are similar to the situation on the Terran side, all of them are around the side of the mountain, occupy a river and a mine, build a village, and repeat the mining and cultivation and other things every day, as if arranged in the dark.

Time passes day by day.

There are fewer and fewer monks who hold on.

The feeling of scarcity impacted Ji Cangmang's body and will again and again, and almost every day, Ji Cangmang was extremely difficult to dig up three hundred spirit stones.

But the limits of what his body and will can endure will one day be reached. (To be continued......)