Wen Yiming rubbed the blood stains on his face, stepped forward and squatted down to look at the wings of the psychic crow, and said, "Old Wu, how are you recovering?" ”

Tongling Wu shook his wings slightly, jumped on Wen Yiming's shoulder, and cooed excitedly: "It's time to start work!" My injuries were gone, and I had a feeling that a breakthrough was imminent. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Oh! Congratulations! Wen Yiming was also happy for the Psychic Wu. got up and said, "Old Wu, where is the Lingyuan Jingjing?" We will do it as soon as possible. ”

Tongling Wu stood firmly on Wen Yiming's shoulder, "It's just below the pool, five meters deep at most." I estimate that there are at least three pieces of Spirit Yuan Essence! ”

Wen Yiming heard the words and jumped out of the pool, and shook his hand to pierce the bottom of the pool.

I thought that with my current cultivation, digging a five-meter-deep pit would only be a matter of minutes; didn't think about 'boom', Di Yan bounced up, and even his arms were shocked to a numb. The seemingly soft soil at the bottom of the pool was only stabbed three inches deep.

"I'll go, old Wu! What's going on? Wen Yiming turned his head to look at the psychic crow on his shoulder.

The slender mouth of the psychic black pecked Wen Yiming's head, "These soils have been soaked in a large pool of spiritual liquid for more than a hundred years, and they have long been as tough as steel. If it were that easy, would we be able to wait until you came to work? ”

Wen Yiming spat out, "I still don't believe it, Lao Tzu was forced to retreat by your dead land." Today, Uncle Wen is regarded as tempering his true qi, and it is only five days to pry one meter a day. ”

As he spoke, he picked up the Siping horse, threw off his arms and slammed a gun to the bottom of the pool.

Two hours later, Wen Yiming looked at the shallow pit under his feet, which was no deeper than half a foot and no bigger than a basket, and sat on the ground panting like a cow.

"This is no different from the steel and cement workers on the construction site!" Wen Yiming complained.

Tongling Wu blinked, "Steel cement worker? ”

"Ugh!" Wen Yiming picked up the gourd and poured a few sips of wine, took out the dry food and chatted idly with the psychic Wu while replenishing his strength and recovering his true qi. After that, he threw himself into coolie labor again.

For two whole days, Wen Yiming was repeating between settling in the hole and recovering except for sleeping.

During this period, Wen Yiming only rested for an hour every day, and every time he woke up, he was pecked by the Psychic Wu like an overseer.

"No, old Wu! You dig for a while, I'll have to rest again! Wen Yiming collapsed on the ground like a dead dog, and opened his eyes extremely reluctantly.

"Lao Wu and I have just recovered from my new injury, and my two kidneys are still a little weak; If you insist on holding on, it is already two meters deep, and the dawn is just around the corner. The psychic crow encouraged him to cheer up.

A quarter of an hour later, Wen Yiming jumped into a two-meter-deep pit, and there was a 'bang' sound from below.

The pit is getting deeper and deeper, but it is also becoming more and more unwieldy, and the speed is getting slower and slower. For five days, Wen Yiming worked day and night as a coolie under the pit. And Tongling Wu is standing on it and chattering, chatting with Wen Yiming and farting.

"Lao Wen, I said hurry up! It's been five days, and at your grinding speed, waiting for you to dig out the Lingyuan Crystal Essence, the Great Rift Ruins have already been coaxed away. ”

A large pile of dirt was thrown out from under the pit with a 'hula', and the psychic black 'cooed' screamed.

"It doesn't hurt to stand and talk, does it?" Wen Yiming's whirring voice came from under the pit.

"Am I thinking about you too? You know that my old Wu is very accurate in his sense of time. In addition, in another ten days, the murderous aura in the Great Rift would have almost dissipated. Time is running out for you! Don't you want to improve your cultivation before this, and then make a small fortune in the past? "Tongling Wu transmitted the sound far away through the deep pit this time.

Wen Yiming said: "That's right, Lao Wu! What's inside the ruins? ”

Tongling Wu was dissatisfied, "I'm a low-level spirit beast, how do I know." However, a month ago, Qiu Wan asked me to come to Yanbie Peak to investigate, but I heard her say something about the ruins. I didn't expect to fly to the waterhole to drink water to quench my thirst, but I was almost eaten by the sword-horned python, but fortunately, my old black speed is fast enough. ”

Wen Yiming threw a big push of hard soil up, wanting to smash the more and more broken birds of this nonsense, and shouted: "To the point, what did you hear from Qiu Wan?" ”

"This time the ruins were discovered very early, the news has spread, and after the deliberation of the five major sects, it was unanimously decided that the elders and stewards of the sects of each sect should not interfere, and the disciples of the sect should fight freely. Therefore, all the disciples who appeared in the ruins this time were the elite disciples of various sects, either core disciples or some personal disciples of scattered cultivation. ”

Wen Yiming jumped out of the pit and said strangely: "These sects will be so kind? Take Qingyun Castle as an example, just sending an elder at random will probably make the other small sects quit! ”

"Humph! Although the Seven Sentiments Fang and Moxiang Shuxuan are two sects in the five major sects, they are connected with each other and belong to the Creative Art Pavilion. The other three major sects were afraid that these two major sects would join forces to produce a moth, so they agreed on this rule. ”

Tongling Wu shook his head proudly, and Wen Yiming saw it in his eyes. While eating dry food, he asked, "What are the five major sects in the south?" How strong are they? ”

"How do I know what the strength is, can I be qualified to know a psychic crow? Do you think I'm the number one beast in the Heavenly Continent? Hum! Tongling Wu was very dissatisfied with Wen Yiming's exhaustive questioning of some questions that he didn't know the inside story, which made it very shameless.

Then, he continued to transmit the voice: "The five major sects in the south are Qingyun Fort in the Jinxiang Kingdom, Pear Blossom Valley in the Shuyun Kingdom, Qiqingfang and Moxiang Shuxuan in the Youyue Dynasty, and of course, the Youyue Dynasty is also one of the five major sects. ”

Wen Yiming poured a sip of old wine, and even the five major sects were involved in the secret path, it seems that this relic is not trivial!

However, only the disciples of the sect are allowed to participate, and they have a little chance. In the restaurant, I met that Yang Tianhao was a seventh-layer warrior cultivator, and listening to the conversation of the Golden Sword Gate, it seemed that Yang Tianhao was still a disciple of the first master of Mingyang City. That can at least be compared to the ordinary core disciples of the five major sects!

And the three women in Moxiang Shuxuan, the most beautiful of them was as high as the ninth layer of the samurai. It seems that the five major sects are indeed not simple. I don't know what the strength of the famous sword Tianmen who has always had bad intentions for the Twin Cities faction is?

Wen Yiming ignored the chatter of Tongling Wu beside him, a few mouthfuls of dry food to satisfy his stomach, and then poured a large sip of old wine, jumped into the deep pit with a 'whew', and poked it violently.

Listening to the rhythmic sound of spears under the deep pit, the psychic crow poked his head into the pit. It didn't understand why Wen Yiming was suddenly so energetic, and before it could see what it could do, a large lump of hard soil was thrown up, smashing the psychic black to the ground.

Shaking the feathers all over his body, the psychic scolded and hid to the side and complained!

Wen Yiming is indeed sparing no effort to slam the hard soil that is as hard as iron. In his opinion, the relics that the five major schools attach so much importance to must have stories and insiders in them. He needs to improve his cultivation as soon as possible, and then rush over as soon as possible.

If you want to cultivate by leaps and bounds, there is no other, and the only thing is to dig out the Lingyuan Crystal Essence as soon as possible is the first thing.

Time, another two days have passed!

Wen Yiming did not slow down due to the long-term overload of insufficient rest, but became more and more excited.

Because at this time, the depth of the pit had reached five meters, and as the harder and harder soil below decreased little by little, a refreshing breath of vitality slowly revealed to him.

Soon! Wen Yiming sweated like rain, didn't care about back pain and leg cramps, and worked hard like a tireless pangolin.

The psychic black outside was by no means covered with the sense of aura, otherwise it would not have taken refuge through the crack in the stone at that time. At this time, the psychic black wings spread, flew into the pit 'flutter lala', landed on Wen Yiming's shoulder, and excitedly transmitted: "Come out, come out!" Goo, my old Wu has the greatest credit, and I have to divide it into fifty percent for a while... Whew..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yiming turned over his hand and slapped him out of the pit. Tongling Wu scolded again and returned to the place just now, thinking and chattering non-stop.

Just when the psychic Wu secretly scolded Wen Yiming for forgetting his righteousness, a silver mist of light floated out of the pit, with a rich aura permeating.

Immediately after, Wen Yiming jumped up from the pit. Holding five crystal-clear diamond-shaped crystals in both hands, a large amount of dense fog seemed to be compressed and flowing slightly.

"Haha! Lao Wu, the hard work is worth it! Wen Yiming stepped into the place where the psychic was stunned.

Tongling Wu had a long hara, as if he was drunk, and it was difficult to stand still, but a pair of golden eyes were staring at the crystals in Wen Yiming's hands.

"Lingyuan Jingjing! Wow, goo, goo, old text! No, no, Uncle Wen, you squat down and let me take a look, I feel that my wings are a little disobedient. Tongling Wu almost burst into tears, and the voice that came out became a southern and northern tone.