"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Zhao An fell heavily to the ground, his face showing pain. But the monks around him didn't seem to see him, and they were still doing hard labor with their heads bowed, and none of them dared to look at him lazily.

"Don't think about running, start working right now, if you can't refine and fuse fifty spirit stones in one day, don't think about having food!" the man said coldly.

"I won't fuse spirit stones......" Zhao An pressed his aching chest and struggled.

"Then let me learn from now on!" The whip in the man's hand slammed against the broken bones on Zhao An's chest, still cold, "I don't care what method you use, if you can't fuse these spirit stone fragments into spirit stones, don't blame Lao Tzu for not giving you good fruits to eat!"

After speaking, the man snorted coldly and turned away.

Zhao An lay on the ground, and it took most of the day before he slowly supported his body, took out a healing pill and took it.

Although the man was ruthless just now, he didn't use his spiritual power, fortunately, everything was just a skin injury, and he could return to normal with a little pranayama.

Destiny City is surrounded by the sea on all sides, the air is full of the dampness of the sea, and the sky is filled with lingering clouds all year round, but in the huge mine here, there is a huge sun, and there is not half a cloud in the sky, there is no shelter around, not even a trace of wind.

Everyone was exposed to the scorching sun, but after only being exposed to the sun for a while, Zhao An felt sweaty, faint in front of his eyes, and seemed to faint.

But no matter what, it's much better than that dark and oppressive secret room!

"Hurry up, if you don't use your spiritual power in this place, you will only be stunned by this sun for an hour. ”

Suddenly, an old voice sounded from Zhao An's ears, Zhao An followed the sound and saw that not far from him, an old man with half-white hair was digging for crumbs with his bare hands, his lips trembling slightly.

Hearing this, Zhao An activated the spiritual power in his body, and sure enough, as the old man said, at the moment when the spiritual power was running, a faint sense of coolness rose from his body, making people feel much more comfortable in an instant.

"Thank you, seniors. Zhao An said gratefully.

"Little Daoyou, what did you do to be escorted here?" the old man asked.

"Kill. Zhao An did not shy away from it, and spoke directly.

"Kill, you may be staying a little longer, but if you make it out alive in the end, it might be a good thing for you to stay here. The old man said calmly.

Zhao An was slightly stunned.

He thought that the old man would be shocked when he heard him say this, but when he thought that the old man's expression was calm from beginning to end, Mo said that he was surprised, and he didn't even move his eyelids. "Senior, what kind of place is this?"

"This is where the spiritual materials of the Carved Treasure Building are stored. Every carver has a large amount of discarded materials, which, although equally valuable, can no longer be used for carving because they are crushed or too small in shape.

In order to make better use of these materials, someone needs to re-fuse these materials that have turned into debris, and where we are now is a place full of spirit stone debris, which can be regarded as the lowest fusion place. ”

As if fearing those who were guarding with whips, the old man did not dare to speak openly, but used secret language to transmit the sound.

"But I haven't learned anything about kneading, and I don't know how to fuse these crumbs together. Zhao An smiled bitterly. "Please also ask my seniors to teach me. ”

The old man sighed, glanced at Zhao An's embarrassed appearance and the wounds on his body with a cloudy gaze, a trace of sympathy flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly, "You don't need any kneading techniques. Since everything in this world can be broken, it can naturally be fused. What's your best technique?"

Zhao An pondered slightly, and said, "I'm quite good at using the wind in the next place." ”

As he spoke, Zhao An raised his right hand slightly, and suddenly a small whirlpool wind appeared in front of him, and the fragments of spirit stones around him fluttered lightly with the wind in Zhao An's palm, and fluttered in the direction of the whirlpool. "How is this going to be fused?"

Zhao An frowned, the wind speed in his hand was getting faster and faster, but the spirit stone fragments in it did not look like half a point to fuse.

"Control. As the old man spoke, his index and middle fingers twisted slightly, and suddenly several fragments of spirit stones appeared in his fingers.

In an instant, I saw five or six traces of spiritual power rushing out from the old man's fingertips, and in Zhao An's stunned gaze, the spirit stones that were originally shattered into crumbs slowly blended with each other.

This is?!

Zhao An looked at the spirit stone fragments in the old man's hand in shock, obviously he felt a firm oppressive force from the old man, but that power was extremely delicate controlled by the old man, revealing a burst of flexibility.

Although the time passed extremely long, the fragments of spirit stones in the mid-air were under the control of the old man's spiritual power, fusing with each other at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"How is this possible!"

In disbelief, he put the spirit stone in his hand and looked left and right, although it was hard to believe, but Zhao An felt it clearly, this was an extremely complete low-level spirit stone, and there was not even a trace of crack in the intact one.

"Little Daoist, how to fuse this spirit stone fragment is a lesson for you, you have to quickly understand, today is the first day you came, even if you don't complete the task of a hundred spirit stones, they won't be too embarrassed for you. But if you don't finish it tomorrow, I'm afraid you'll be out of luck. ”

The old man's tone was a little weak, obviously it had just cost him a lot of spiritual power to fuse the spirit stone, after speaking, the old man ignored Zhao An anymore, and closed his eyes and fused the spirit stone alone.

Zhao An sincerely thanked the old man again, and then found a large pile of spiritual stone debris, sat cross-legged in place, and slowly condensed the spiritual power in his hand in one place......

The alternation of yin and yang in this fusion place is extremely strange, and the daylight hours are twenty hours, and only four hours of darkness can everyone rest. And life here is more like a torture, everyone stays by their own pile of spirit stone debris, not daring to stop the movements in their hands.

As soon as someone stops, even if they are not stunted by the sun, a caretaker will wake them up with a whip. In the first few days before, Zhao An suffered a lot of whips because he did not fully grasp the fusion method of spirit stones, and often added new injuries to his body before the old injuries healed, and his life was extremely torturous.

If it weren't for Zhao An, who had secretly bought enough steamed buns to bring in, I am afraid that he would have starved to death here a long time ago.

However, despite this, every day, there will be people who have exhausted their spiritual power due to long-term overload of fusion spirit stones, and even if they are whipped, they will no longer be able to stand up.

Once these people are found by the guards, they are fed a black elixir. I don't know what the elixir is made of, but after taking it, it can make people work sleeplessly for several days, burning all the monk's energy, and finally going to death, and the body does not know where it will be thrown.

Every day, Zhao An would see someone being forced to take this pill, and every day someone would die because of that pill. Everyone's spirit is tense to the extreme, for fear that the next person to die will be themselves.

It's not that Zhao An didn't think about resisting, it's just that in the fusion land where he is, all the cultivators are people who are not much different from him, and every caretaker is a cultivator above the eighth level of condensation, and there is no chance of winning at all.

And the most desperate thing is that in this fusion place, except for steamed buns, he can't sacrifice any of the magic weapons in the storage bag.

True life is worse than death.

At this moment, Zhao An knew what a terrible and terrifying place he had been thrown into.

I don't know if it's a blessing in disguise, in this desperate place where he will die at any time, Zhao An's level of control over spiritual power has almost improved!

Since coming to Heavenly Mandate City, he has been trapped in his daily survival rest and tasks, and he has not had half a moment of time for his own cultivation.

Moreover, in this Heavenly Mandate City, the lifespan of all people is undoubtedly the same as that of mortals, and if you want to improve your cultivation by meditating to attract the spiritual power of heaven and earth, I am afraid that before your cultivation has broken through the level, your physical body will grow old and die.

But now in the land of fusion, he has no elixir and can't do penance, so he can only continue to force himself to control his spiritual power and fuse spirit stones, but he was pleasantly surprised to find that his stagnant cultivation has a faint tendency to improve!

Not only that, but as the control of spiritual power became more and more accurate, the power of his wind blade had increased terribly. It's as if an unedged knife is more powerful than a sharpened one.

This discovery simply made Zhao An jump with excitement!

As Zhao An's control of spiritual power became more and more delicate and skilled, the seventh layer of condensation qi, which could not be broken through no matter what, actually broke through in this endless fusion.

But before he could be happy, Zhao An found that his cultivation had stagnated again, and no matter how much he fused the spirit stones, there was no improvement.

Numbly put the spirit stone in his hand aside, Zhao An pinched up the spirit stone chips, and when he was about to fuse it again, suddenly a guard walked beside him, looked at a small pile of spirit stones next to him, squatted on the ground and picked up one and looked at it carefully, and said with satisfaction,

"It's not bad, every one of them is a wind attribute spirit stone. ”

Zhao An looked at the man a little numbly, only to hear the man continue, "Get up, you don't have to work here from today on." ”

Zhao An's fingertips moved, and a feeling of relief filled his whole body, and he wanted to stand up, but he was so lightheaded that he almost fell to the ground.

"Then where am I going?" Zhao An asked tremblingly.

"Go fuse weapons. As he spoke, the man smiled coldly, took out a pill, and motioned for Zhao An to eat it.