The beautiful spirit stone, emitting a charming light, is intoxicating, so that she forgets her original sin ---- the old man of heaven

In Wu Yi's field of vision, cutting spirit stones is simply not too simple.

Because, whether it is a molded spirit stone tire or a stone coating, there is nothing to hide in his eyes.

If he has the ability of Mo Lei, has spiritual weapons and spiritual power cultivation, he can cut a rough stone now.

Anyway, this meditating weirdo doesn't sit quietly like this for a while, and there are no wild beasts and monsters in the mine, so he doesn't really have to stay by the side. He simply planned to go over to find Mo Lei and see if he could cut some spirit stones and study them.

After walking about a mile, Mo Lei and seven or eight mountain clansmen were sweating like rain next to the ore body mark made by Wu Yi before, and there were already four rough stones lying on the ground.

Seeing that Wu Yi was as leisurely as he had nothing to do, the miners of the mountain clan glanced at their leader in surprise, wondering why he let Wu Yi be lazy. Seeing that Mo Lei didn't say anything, he was not surprised and went to work on his own.

Wu Yi took advantage of people's inattention to secretly move a piece of raw ore to the corner of the cave, picked up an ordinary mining hoe on the ground, and compared it on the rough stone.

This is the smallest piece of raw ore with only six shaped spirit stones, and it is the least difficult to cut.

If he has spiritual power to cultivate in his body, he can easily divide the formed spirit stone along the direction of the stone coating, just like a cow is dissolved.

Now, he could only brand the Divine Sense Imprint sent by the scanner at the stone coating separation to see if Mo Lei could divide the spiritual stone according to the Divine Sense Imprint.

This is an impossible task for other monks.

The Divine Sense Imprint he left behind, Mo Lei could only faintly feel, but he couldn't clearly perceive all the lines and traces of the Divine Sense Imprint.

This is because the frequency of each monk's divine consciousness is different, even if the twin brothers practice the same kind of exercises, and the progress of their cultivation is synchronized, the frequency of their divine consciousness is very different.

It's like a key, the slightest mistake can't open the lock.

The scanner specification interprets this law of the cultivation realm---- the law of the uniqueness of divine consciousness: the frequency of each monk's divine consciousness output is constant, like a human fingerprint, constant and unique.

Theoretically, no two monks can resonate with their senses.

However, with the help of the amazing scanner, anything is possible.

Wu Yi perfectly copied Mo Lei's divine consciousness frequency, and at this constant frequency, he carved a series of divine consciousness imprints at the division of the raw ore coating.

Ahead, Mo Lei, who was obsessed with officials, was full of energy and sweated like rain.

Wu Yi walked behind him without a trace and gently tugged at his back.

Mo Lei's thick black eyebrows twisted up, and he waved his hand violently, "Now that no one is cutting you with a spirit weapon, why are you doing these small actions?"

Wu Yi covered his face with his hands, Okay, brother's impression in your heart is that he is just a chicken who is greedy for life and afraid of death?

Mo Lei walked over with a big grin, a little impatient, and said in a rough voice, "Let's talk about it, Xiaoyiyi, what's the matter with your Brother Mo?"

Wu Yi mouthed Nunu, who had made a divine sense mark on the ground, and didn't want to speak.

The next moment, Mo Lei's eyes widened, and his face was solemn.

Glancing at Wu Yi, he clapped his hands and stopped the busy miners of the mountain tribe in his team, "Come here first in the morning, you go back to the camp for lunch first, and Brother Wu and I will take a look." ”

Wu Yi is a little proud in his heart, don't you blind your dog eyes now?

Mo Lei stared at a pair of bull's eyes, there was no sign of blindness, feeling the divine sense imprint like a beacon in the dark night in the original mine, he looked a little intoxicated, a little annoyed, and more shocked.

"Are you one of those immortal seeds? Are you here to play the game?

Counting this time, Mo Lei has already seen Wu Yi's miracle twice.

Once it was the ability to easily find mines, this time it was even more terrifying, and the divine sense mark drew a line waiting for him to cut the spirit stone.

You know, every Soul Judge is a figure whose nostrils reach to the sky. Although the ability to cut spirit stones can only be regarded as a spirit craftsman, not the spiritual art of the Dan Weapon Rune Array, but the spirit cutter is extremely lacking, and it has risen to the strategic reserve of a sect!

Because, cultivating a qualified soul cutter is not as simple as piling up cultivation and cultivating divine consciousness, and the cutting of spiritual stones requires extremely precise control of divine consciousness, and requires the talent of natural divine awareness!

Just imagine, if a sect has a huge spirit stone spirit vein, but does not have a sufficient number of soul cutters, then it is really empty of treasure mountains!

What was particularly terrifying was that the Divine Consciousness Imprint in this Spirit Ore Rough Stone exuded exactly the same fluctuations as his own Divine Consciousness, as if those magical dividing lines were drawn by himself!

God!Soul Cutter!Divine Consciousness Simulation!How many secrets are there in this mortal miner?!

A person with such great ability is just an ordinary mine slave, and he won't believe it if he kills him, so he can't think of "immortal seeds".

There are dozens of planets in the spirit world, tens of billions of living beings, and the control of order is in the hands of the Elders, and behind it is the game of the wealthy families. Sanzheng Wuqi is the wealthy family among the wealthy families, the giant that dominates the top of countless cultivation forces in the spiritual world, Sanzheng is the only three super sects in this world, Tianji Gate, Holy Maiden Sect, Wushen Sect, Wuqi is the best of the two-star sects, Yangming Valley, Diao Xia Lake, Baishazhou, Xuanye Island, Mulan Pond.

The gifted genius monks among the three righteous and five strange giants are the "immortal seeds", the heritage and stamina of these top wealthy families that can be sustained for thousands of years, the pride of heaven in the spiritual world, and the supreme treasure from the old monsters of the Mahayana period to the miscellaneous servants of the sect, held in the palm of the hand and held in the mouth.

What kind of immortal seed is the poor earth otaku Wu Yi, who is nothing more than walking between planes to give people a blue nose and swollen face!

He muttered angrily, "Cut your spirit stone, your imagination is so rich, why don't you become a street writer?"

Mo Lei walked forward in the mine, found a remote corner, and began the great cause of cutting spirit stones for the first time in his life, with the guidance of the divine sense imprint, but dozens of breaths, like an axe splitting butter, and like a knife batch of tofu, six standard hexagonal diamond-shaped spirit stones were neatly stacked on the ground, exuding a charming halo, which was intoxicating.

Mo Lei's eyes lit up, as if he had seen a peerless beauty, grabbed one in each hand, and turned his heart to the sky, so he began to absorb spiritual power and cultivate regardless of it, just like the thin mine slave monster before, sitting in the dusty mine cave, motionless.

Generally speaking, there is a limit to the daily intake of spiritual power for monks, depending on their qualifications, and they can absorb the spiritual power contained in two to ten spirit stones, which is about the total amount of spiritual power of about one spiritual degree.

A monk with such a supreme talent as the "Immortal Seed", under the powerful support of his predecessors and the accumulation of countless genius earth treasures, his annual spiritual power intake is only below 400 spiritual degrees, and there is a danger of dying from exploding if he has more.

Of the total amount of spiritual power ingested, only a quarter of it can be effectively converted into its own permanent cultivation in the end, and a monk like Mo Lei, who has ordinary spiritual roots and lacks resources, can have dozens of spiritual values every year when his cultivation increases, and he has already burned high incense.