Desperate!

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Because of the absolute spirit, the monk could not practice through the Tu Nian Spiritual Qi at all, so the mountain stone became particularly important in this realm.

In every mountain range of the desperate realm, monks can cultivate the soul of the mountain, but the evil qi in this realm is too heavy, and it is already extraordinary for ordinary people to be able to practice for half an hour a day by themselves.

But more often than not, they can't even stick to half a pillar of incense, and only by refining mountain stones can they continue to forge their cultivation path.

Therefore, mountains and rocks are the most important resources for desperate situations.

There is no aura here, and naturally there is no natural treasure.

Everything can only be done by itself.

And the physical heaven and earth are also imprisoned, and they cannot be broken at all, that is, those sinners enter this realm...... Nothing.

Due to the coercion of heaven and earth, most of the people who enter this realm will be unconscious, and when they wake up, if they are unlucky, they will become prisoners.

The origin of the desperate situation is unknown, only known for a long time, very far away.

After countless years of development, there is almost a new world here, and there are also many Taoist soldiers and methods that are different from the mountain realm.

Sinners who become prisoners will be drained of all the mountain power and all the soul power in their bodies, and then they will become miners, and they will be unable to liberate them for the rest of their lives.

......

In the Baijiashan Stone Mine, an old man holding an oil lamp in his old age kept rummaging in the waste rock field, and from time to time put pieces of fine gravel in the back basket behind him.

The gravel is small, gray and black, and there are wisps of miscellaneous mountain force, which are mountain stones.

The so-called miners are to take the mountain stones as a guide to remove the blood and turn them into mountain stones, which is very harmful to the human body, and most miners become a corpse in the prime of life.

And the existence of this old man is a little unique.

Because in a desperate situation, the monk's qi and blood will not be exhausted, and when the longevity is exhausted, the blood and qi are still at their peak. There will never be an old man.

But now, there is an old man here.

The old man faltered, he turned over a large rock, his fingers flickered, and his gaze looked into a corner, where there was a man covered in blood, and his breath was dying.

......

This is the abyss, surrounded by cliffs, and there are Bai family guards on the ground to suppress it, and the people here are all turtles in urns, slaves, and miners.

Ninety percent of the mountains and rocks they purified were handed over to the Bai family, and the remaining one percent belonged to themselves.

However, these rocks could not be used for cultivation at all, so they could only nourish their broken bodies, and then when their bodies healed, they began to purify the rocks again, and their bodies were broken again......

Among these miners, there is one person who does not need to hand in the rocks, he is the only old man in the mine, and he was also a big man in the mine back then.

So even if it's not the same as it used to be, it's not too bad.

The old man was very old, having been here for eighty years, and his companions had gone to the grave, leaving him alone.

The descendants of his companions have become the new bosses, and no one dares to take the risk of attacking him.

The old man lives in the waste rock field, which, as the name suggests, is rarely visited on weekdays, but it is quiet.

On this day, a pale young man sat on a big stone in the waste rock field, looking at the purple sun in the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

The boy was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a delicate face, white and tender, thin arms and legs. Not at all like a miner.

In the mine, Ziyang is a rare thing, and he often can't see it twenty or thirty times a year, but he is lucky.

Looking at the sky through the palm of his hand, the boy shook his head with a wry smile.

Now that he is seriously injured, and his body is bound by the rules of desperation, his cultivation is not even as good as a backer, which is hard to imagine.

You know, he is cultivating in the mountain swallowing realm and fighting the existence of the sky!

"Kid, eat. ”

A shout interrupted the boy's contemplation, and he got up neatly, jumped off the boulder, and walked towards the stone house, at the door of which an old man was standing.

The old man's surname was Sun, and he was also a slave, or miner.

The teenager was grateful to him, if it weren't for the old man, he would really have died.

The grace of life cannot be repaid.

The boy treats the old man like a grandfather, and although he doesn't know what his grandfather is like, the boy respects the old man.

The young man ran to the old man's side, and hurriedly helped the old man and said, "Old Sun, it's okay to call it, why are you still standing at the door." ”

The old man smiled: "Alas, the old bones, it should be moved, otherwise it will rot." ”

The young man's expression was gloomy, although his soul sea could only be regarded as a lake now, but the qualitative change was enough to give him insight into the old man's body, and the dark wounds in the old man's body were pervasive, and the dark wounds full of blood were destroying his body all the time.

Every moment, the old man had to suffer unimaginable pain, but he still talked and laughed as usual.

The old man patted the young man's hand and said with a smile: "Child, you think too much, my life, I should have gone down to accompany my old brothers a long time ago, but it's a pity that ......"

It's a pity that the old man didn't say anything, but Fu Tuwei knew that that was the reason that supported the old man to live.

What is it, Fu Tuwei didn't want to ask.

Because it must have been painful for the old man, who was in his last years, and he was unwilling to do anything to hurt him.

Night. The waste rock yard is quieter, and when you look up, you can't see how high the sky is or how high the ground is.

Fu Tuwei, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, opened his eyes and walked into the old man's bedroom silently.

The room was small but empty, with nothing but a bed and a wardrobe.

The old man was covered with a thin quilt, his face was full of wrinkles, and he must have suffered intensely in his sleep.

Fu Tuwei came to the bed, looked at the old man, his index finger was like a sword, and with a flick of his fingers, he touched the old man's various acupoints, and wisps of essence of mountain power entered the old man's body.

After a cup of tea, Fu Tuwei, who was covered in cold sweat, withdrew his hand, helped the old man pull the quilt, and walked out of the bedroom tiredly.

He was so tired.

The already thin mountain power in the body was exhausted again, and every wisp of power had to be grasped, like the soul sea of a lake once again turned into a pool of water.

It's not all bad, every time it is consumed, it will make the already quintessential soul sea a little more refined, although there is little change, but after all, it has changed, hasn't it?

The so-called absolute spirit in this piece of heaven and earth is not only the aura, but also the spiritual power, the cultivation of the mountain power needs to transform the spiritual energy into the mountain power, and the cultivation of the soul requires the existence of the spirit.

In a desperate situation, for Fu Tu Wei, it is really a desperate situation!

He was so tired that he didn't notice when he turned to leave, and the old man, whose pale face had disappeared, opened his eyes and looked at the back with a very complicated look.

This is already the twentieth day, and since he woke up from Futu Wei, he has been silently conditioning the old man's body.

The boy thought that the old man did not know, and the old man let the boy know that he did not know.

However, if the old man really didn't know, how could he survive for so many years in this cruel desperate situation?