The Book of Heaven, which had been quiet, automatically rose into the air and sprinkled a pale golden light curtain before Wen Yiming could react, shrouded in the dragon spear, and then as if it was absorbed by the dragon lance, it meandered down along the body of the spear like a ribbon of light, and directly entered the devouring gap of the stone mussel. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Wen Yiming was not idle, squatting and pouring mud into the empty ring from time to time, keeping his eyes on Tianshu and Shi Mussel.

The book of heaven trembled slightly in the sky, and the pages rattled, as if they were extremely excited.

And the stone mussel under his feet is also moving, although it is not very obvious, Wen Yiming still feels a faint resistance emanating, and the toad bulge on the surface layer is not obvious that it is emitting black smoke.

As time passed, the dragon spear was spit out little by little by the stone mussels, but the speed was pitiful. It took half a day to swallow more than two meters of dragon spear, and if you want to spit it out in a short time, it is obvious that it will not appear.

Wen Yiming praised Shuling's insidious posts again and again, and for the first time, he felt that the work of filling mud was extremely pleasant.

Two hours later, the pale golden curtain of the Heavenly Book became more condensed and the color became more dazzling, while the stone mussel was gradually sinking, like a deflated ball, and the smoke that was no longer emitting black ash had gradually disappeared, and was shriveled and sunken.

The bottom of the entire quagmire dropped to a depth of three meters, and the mud flowing in from the other side of the quagmire in the unknown direction was much faster, and Wen Yiming didn't dare to stop opening his bow left and right, so that Tianshu kept it in the best state of not being disturbed.

In another two hours, Wen Yiming had already gone back and forth to the ground to clear the ring and ash space three times, and the workload of protecting the Heavenly Book was more than twenty times greater than at the beginning.

At this time, the depth of the quagmire has sunk to a depth of 50 meters, and when viewed from below, it looks like a small bottle at the top and a large bottle at the bottom, and the deepest area of the entire underground is the size of half a basketball court.

The volume of the fifth-order stone mussel was indeed large enough, Wen Yiming sighed extremely at Tianshu's appetite, and absorbed a huge amount of energy in four hours, not only did he not feel a trace of fatigue that wanted to retreat, but he became more and more excited.

Eventually, at the age of six hours, he felt a tremor under his feet, followed by a crunching sound, as if he had stepped on a giant dinosaur eggshell.

At the same time, the book of heaven slammed down, pressing Wen Yiming's knees into a bend, but the weight of the book of heaven still did not increase much, which made Wen Yiming very puzzled.

"Boss, thank you!" Tianshu's voice did not change, still with a hint of ethereal childishness in his cuteness, "Quickly put away the spirit ore on the ground, you can leave." ”

Wen Yiming has been pouring mud for six hours and has not stopped, almost becoming a subconscious instinctive action, where is there any leisure to take care of others, at this moment, hearing the words of the book spirit, he hurriedly looked down.

"Wow, this wave is not a loss!" Wen Yiming was pleasantly surprised.

The piles of minerals under his feet are probably the spiritual ores mentioned by the Book of Heaven! Although the grade is not very high, it is more than enough to refine medium-grade elixirs.

Collecting the mud with the ash space with one hand, and waving the space ring with the other hand to scrape the spiritual ore under his feet, Wen Yiming has never felt so happy, and he has a big dream in his heart that he wants to rob his house.

When Wen Yiming flew back to the ground with the Book of Heaven, he wiped a handful of mud shells that had already dried up on his face, and fell to the ground panting, feeling extremely tired.

He hadn't recovered much before, he had been the protector of the Heavenly Book for six hours in a row, and he was tired enough just by pouring mud with his spiritual power, and he had to constantly hurry to empty the mud, and then cycle back and forth.

At this time, he felt that his spiritual power had bottomed out again, and the true yuan was still thirty percent.

"Boss, Shadow Ze is not simple, you'd better not go deep alone!" After absorbing the fifth-order stone mussel, the middle qi of his voice was much more sufficient.

Wen Yiming lay motionless, the Great Soul Technique in his body was running slowly and freely, driving the cultivation of the Selfless Mind Method, and when he heard the rumors, he said, "I still have three shadow spores left!"

"Boss, now you don't need to transmit the sound, we can communicate with each other heart-to-heart, without wasting any energy, except for the God of War, no one can find out." ”

"This can be had!" Wen Yiming was happy, spit out the mud shell on his lips, and communicated in his heart: "Harrow!"

Shu Lingqi said: "Ah, boss, what did you say?"

Wen Yiming smiled, squeezed his eyebrows to get rid of a mud shell, and said, "I heard that the Southern District is very dangerous, is there any way to avoid the danger and find the Shadow Spores?"

Shu Ling said: "Southern District? This area of memory is indeed dangerous, and you must not go any further. If an ordinary low-level martial artist wants to find a shadow robe here, it will be difficult!But if you can get here, you should have a lot of special skills. ”

"Actually!" the book spirit seemed to be thinking, and after a moment, he suggested: "There are not many shadow spores that grow alone in the depths, you might as well go back to search for the route you took before, and spread to both sides of the route to search, the chances are much greater, three strains should be fine." ”

Shu Ling gave Wen Yiming a suggestion, and then said: "Boss, I have absorbed too much energy, I need to recover from sleep, this recovery is very important to me, until I wake up automatically, try not to give me the spirit crystal to wake me up." ”

Wen Yiming hummed, lay down for half an hour, got up and sorted all the items, and then cleaned his body and cleaned it up.

Looking at the glimmer of light cast under the canopy of the dense forest, it was estimated that it was the next day's hour.

Thinking of Shu Ling's suggestion, Wen Yiming took a dry food with old wine, took a bottle of rejuvenation potion, and cultivated for another three hours, feeling that his spiritual power had recovered to two layers, so he shook and flew back in the air to make peace with the four of Amun.

Amun's four men were standing or sitting, and they did not set up tents to rest.

After landing, before they could speak, the four of them rushed to ask for warmth, looking very worried about Wen Yiming's acting alone.

This is how the team feels, Wen Yiming has a trace of long-lost friendship in his heart, which reminds him of his iron buddies and comrades-in-arms in his previous life, and he has a warm feeling. - The martial arts of rebirth

Avoiding the matter of Shuling absorbing the stone mussels, he briefly talked about the situation in the past two days, and then said: "There are still three plants left, let's go back and search for the spread range on both sides, and I will go alone where it is impassable." ”

Five days later, the ten Shadow Spores had finally been collected, and the closer they got to the southern edge, the more sparsely distributed the beasts became, giving him plenty of opportunities to search for Shadow Spores to grow alone.

After the last one was collected, Wen Yiming even found a fierce beast that was not good at speed, and stole the three shadow spores by the lair, and flew up with a swift wind, screaming angrily at the fierce beast that had thrown him far away, as if he had killed his wife.

The five of them rushed back out of the Shadow Ze and the familiar road, Wen Yiming calculated the time, it had been wasted half a month to come and go, it was estimated that Mi Xiaoxiao and they should have already arrived at the ferry port in Northern Xinjiang, maybe they had already headed towards Black Rock City, and they couldn't help but greet and speed up.

He is not familiar with the place in Northern Xinjiang, Wen Yiming wants to meet and enter Black Rock City as soon as possible, and now they have too many female dependents in their team, which is not a good phenomenon in Northern Xinjiang, which is a heavy pressure in his heart.

Two days later, the five of them finally saw the road guide monument in Broken Courage Town, Wen Yiming slowed down, and a bad premonition arose in his heart between his brows and slightly furrowed.

He saw that a lot of martial cultivators had gathered in groups at the Lu Yin Monument, and his face was impatient and impatient, mixed with a trace of suppressed anger.