"I don't think I can shrink that small." Zhong Zhen stared at the small needle-like hole in the black wall, frowning and worried.

Even if you can shrink so small, you can't really rush out in such a daze.

But there is such a hole to show that she may be able to get out. If someone can drill a hole, she can also make a hole in the wall.

On the tenth day after a large number of shades were thrown in, she thought she would try to drill a hole in the wall.

It's pure curiosity.

Dreams are beautiful, reality is always cruel. This wall, which I don't know what material it is, is obviously not Yin Earth, but actually a material for cultivating immortals. Even if she urged the aura of her whole body, she couldn't pick out the slightest crumb.

"It's hard for someone outside to drill such a delicate hole in this wall!" Zhong Zhen sighed very much, and had an ominous premonition.

She leaned her eyes over and looked at them, but she couldn't see anything, it was gray and blank.

Xiao Kongwai should not be the forbidden place of the Firmament Sword Sect that is surrounded by formations, she thought to herself, if even the Firmament Sword Sect, which claims to be the representative of justice, also engages in this kind of demon-raising thing, the immortal cultivation world is already hopeless.

"However, the Firmament Sword Sect has evil cultivators like Yuan Wu and Bingqing Fairy!" Zhong Zhen's mind turned, and he thought of this section again.

However, this faction still has Mu Qingsong, Yuan Zhi, Qi Yan and others, and they can't overturn a boatload of people with one shot.

Even if she could tear out this high wall with a big rumble, she wouldn't have gone outside so early.

There's still a lot to do in this dilapidated space.

Mu Qingsong's kindness must be repaid.

Suddenly thinking of something, Zhong Zhen smiled, with a malicious smile on her face.

She flapped her wings and ran to the land on the bank of the river.

Cultivating the power of the earth, the control of the yin soil is extremely strong, and it can quickly drill into the ground, and it can also refine the yin soil into a thin needle.

She gathered some yin soil, stuffed it into the hole, and pushed it out little by little.

When it was almost done, Zhong Zhen urged the demonic qi to use the condensation technique to urge it, refining the yin soil stuffed into it to be solid and close to the black earth wall.

This water grinding effort took her almost ten days of work. The yin soil and the surrounding walls were thoroughly refined, and the small holes were blocked solidly.

She wanted to see if the hole was plugged and if the ghost could get in.

Zhong Zhen was extremely curious, but at this time, he needed to be patient, and he had to wait slowly to see what was going on on the other side.

If this big wall is quickly pierced into a sieve, the first thing Zhong Zhen wants to do is to quickly burrow into the ground.

What are you kidding, no matter what weapon she uses, the aura of her whole body is infused into it, and she can't shake it at all. Anyone who can poke a hole in this wall must be amazingly cultivated.

After waiting on the riverbank for more than two months, Zhong Zhen never saw any yin spirits enter.

"Presumably, it's not easy for people outside to drill a hole! If that's the case, then I'm sorry." She was so happy.

This is really a joy in the bitterness, although people can't throw the ghost in, but she can't get out!

However, Zhong Zhen has not had this pleasure for a long time. showed some majesty in the Holy Maiden City, and was immediately blinded, and finally rose to the seventh order, and was immediately beaten back to his original form by Yuan Wu.

To this day, I feel that my body and bones are still aching, and I don't know how many years it will take to recover.

As an immortal cultivator who should be a master, but he is always struggling to survive, I am afraid that only she is constantly deeply experiencing this taste. When you think about it, it's really tearful.

But Zhong Zhen didn't plan to experience or think about it.

There are some things that you must not think about, otherwise you will cause trouble for yourself. She still has a lot of things to do, where is that idle time to hurt herself.

The rest of the work was not so easy.

Once upon a time, in the swamp, Ning Guo dug a big tunnel, and when Zhong Zhen originally thought that they were planning to flood the spirit crystal mine. However, Dugu Pocheng immediately gave a head start, this kind of thing is not something that can be done by manpower at all.

Where does so much water come from, and the large treasure bag can't hold so much.

What she has to do now is to fill in the river, which I don't know how wide.

The river water is very strange, I don't know if it is affected by the red flowers on the bank, the original god was thrown into this river, and soon lost his nature, and went crazy to devour those yin spirits. No matter what kind of water is in the river, it is definitely a disaster for the fake!

Just throwing mud into the river and filling it up is obviously a very stupid solution. Zhong Zhen didn't plan to do that, what she did was to drain all the water in the river to all parts of the ground.

This large expanse of black earth was full of cracks, many times more dry than the wasteland of the Tomb Gate, so she guessed that the source of underground water must be very limited.

In addition, in the middle of the space, there are always vines sticking out from the ground, which has always made her feel very uneasy. Come to think of it, it's better to use this stupid method, maybe you can drown those things underground.

This coffin-like space must be completely destroyed, but there are really not many ways to use it.

Avoiding the area infested by vine tentacles, Zhong Zhen didn't know how many waterways he had dug up. Fortunately, with the replenishment of underground demonic energy, which urged several large Yin Treasures, the trench she dug was not only larger, but also longer than the one in the swamp back then.

The ground had become a spider's web, and little by little the river was running through the trenches.

Although time is passing day by day, based on the fact that the project is very huge, Zhong Zhen doesn't know how many years have passed.

Every year, when the safflower bears fruit, it is the day of harvest.

These strange flowers are very strange, and Zhong Zhen does not plan to keep them. Anyway, as long as all the fruits are collected and no seeds fall into the soil, no new flowers will grow.

For a month, like a storm and clouds, Zhong Zhen took the sword and swept over a large area, all of which were thrown into the treasure bag.

It's a shame that she has so many treasures, some of which she brought by herself in the past, but most of them are still those scattered souls that fell into a small space and were collected by apricot blossoms and imps.

But there were so many that the treasure bags were almost full, and the next ones were simply crushed into powder.

The next year, see if there are any new flowers, and then do the same.

It's really a lot of work, killing the Faceless Demon at the same time, collecting fruits, and digging tunnels to divert the river water.

The dark blue sky is always the same, and it is impossible to distinguish between day and night, but because the fruit ripens every year, the little ghost calculates, and everyone has been sweeping this broken place for more than ten years.

Where is this kind of life lived, Zhong Zhen is either absorbing demonic energy and cultivating the Yuan Shen, or he is busy digging tunnels, otherwise it is really unbearable.

But when the day really came, all the river water was led away, and there was not a single bare flower on the bank, but Zhong Zhen didn't know why, and there was a faint sense of loss in his heart.

She suddenly remembered a disease that was said to be called "born with the disease of toil."

Some old peasants with very good children and grandchildren could enjoy happiness in their old age, and they were served by people bringing tea and water every day, but they were extremely unaccustomed to it, and they felt itchy bones when they sat down. I had to get up early in the morning to work in the fields to feel comfortable.

Zhong Zhen had such an illusion at this time, she suddenly found that she had nothing to do, and she felt empty, and she couldn't wait for another river to fill in, so that she could slowly continue to fill it. (To be continued.) )