Wei Zhen's left palm was stretched out, and in the palm of his palm was a fire spirit stone the size of half a palm, which Xiao Hei Hei stole from the mine a day ago and gave it to him.

He slowly ran the Na Ling Jue, and two wisps of fire spirit qi visible to the naked eye were sucked out of the fire spirit stone in his hand, and entered his body along the Taiyin secondary vein in his palm, extending the back of his left forearm, all the way up to his left shoulder, and then meandered out from under the flank, crossing several curved arcs, before falling into the sea of qi in his abdomen, which was the trajectory of the Taiyin secondary vein running in his body.

He is already a seventh-level spiritual warrior, and he is only a thin line away from an eighth-level spiritual priest, but before the Tai vein, one of the twelve main veins, is located in the four nodes of the left wrist, middle arm, top of shoulder, and left flank of the body, he still can't directly accept the spirit through the Tai vein.

The fire aura fell into the mist of the sea of air, and under the pressure of the ups and downs of the sea of qi due to the spiritual technique, it was slowly ground and dispersed, and finally turned into a wisp of red crystal wire that was about four or five times thinner than the two wisps of fire aura, and the crystal line then shattered silently, turning into a little bit of crystal light and merging into the mist of the sea of qi, the weight of the mist seemed to have increased a little or thickened a little at this moment, and the grinding power emitted from it was also a little heavier.

An hour later, Wei Zhen opened his eyes, and with a flip of his left palm, the half-palm-sized piece of fire spirit fossilized into pieces of powder and fell into the ground, and the fire spirit energy contained in it had been absorbed by him.

Ten days had passed earlier, and while Wei Zhen was cultivating and recovering from his injuries, he paid attention to the nearly 100 mine paths in front of him, but there was always silence all around, except for the occasional sound of Xiao Hei gnawing on the Fire Spirit Stone.

Wei Zhen's whiplash wound outside his body had already healed, and the three feet in front of him were full of blood scabs that had fallen off after he recovered from his injury, and he waited in place for a day or two, one to see if anyone would come out, just to ask about the situation in the mine, and on the other hand, he also wanted to restore himself to the best state.

Now that he had decided not to wait any longer, with Xiao Hei by his side, the task of finding the best fire spirit mine was no longer a very difficult task for him.

Wei Zhen stood up and walked straight into the mine path that Shen Dong had drilled into. Since this man wants to kill him, he must find a way to find him and finally confirm the guess in his heart.

As soon as he walked into the mine road, there was a kind of cold attack that directly invaded his heart, Wei Zhen couldn't help but shudder, and a thought suddenly rose in his heart - this mine road in no man's land is really evil.

He took out the black stick on his waist and carefully looked around, although it was a short distance, the light outside seemed to be cut off, but the mine was not pitch black, it was the same as the cold feeling that soaked into the body and mind, and there seemed to be a strange cold light everywhere inside, as if someone was staring at it coldly.

The moment he held the black stick in his hand, Wei Zhen faintly felt that the cold feeling of possession seemed to fade a little, but the feeling of being watched by others did not dissipate.

But in just a few breaths, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out all over his body.

Wei Zhen took a deep breath and began to walk in step by step along the mine road, except for his own breathing and footsteps, there was no other abnormal sound in his ears.

After walking like this for nearly an hour, the mine road is still endless, but Wei Zhen's sweat is getting more and more, this scene is too weird, just like a naked person walking in the ice and snow, but it seems to be hot and sweaty.

Although Wei Zhen had already noticed this, he had no intention of stopping, because he had discovered something else that surprised him even more.

The top of the mine is a foot high from the ground, the mine wall is no longer the monotonous color of the rock formation, and the large reddish-brown fire iron spirit mine is completely exposed in the cold air, and the ubiquitous cold light is becoming more and more dazzling.

It seemed that another hour had passed, and Wei Zhen only felt that his steps had become a little heavy, and his breathing was not so smooth, as if he was struggling to trek with a heavy object that exceeded his load.

The depth of this mine road was beyond his knowledge, and according to common sense, he had already walked ten miles inside, but it seemed that it was far from the end.

At this moment, Wei Zhen's forward body suddenly froze, and his right foot stayed in the air for a few breaths before slowly falling, and his eyes stared at the front in amazement.

Just four or five meters away from him, a somewhat familiar figure leaned against the mine wall on the left, this person's right arm drooped down, and he held a mining hoe in his left hand, and at his feet was a small piece of exposed dark purple ore - that was the best fire spirit mine that Wei Zhen was looking for this time.

This man is Shen Dong.

He had maintained his ecstatic expression before he died, but this expression had been permanently fixed on his face as if it had been wrung out of water, and a pair of gray and godless eyes were still half-bulging.

What the hell happened to him? A chill inexplicably rose from Wei Zhen's heart.

Wei Zhen slowly bent down and looked around nervously, at this time, the ground was nearly seven or eight zhang high from the top of the mine, and he should have been able to see the sky outside the no-man's land, but when he raised his eyes, it was still a striking reddish-brown ore layer that entered the line of sight.

Wei Zhen forcibly suppressed the tension and excitement in his heart, the cat raised his waist, and moved towards Shen Dong's side step by step.

When he got closer, he didn't rush to dig the dazzling supreme fire spirit mine under his feet, and looked at Shen Dong carefully, confirming that the other party had been dead for a while.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch it, and under this touch, a shocking scene happened-Shen Dong's body fell to the ground as if it had fallen apart, making the kind of piercing grinding sound that only happens when the bones touched, and the flesh and blood essence on his body had been sucked away by something.

Wei Zhen stared thoughtfully, but before he could think about it, the change was abrupt again, and at the moment when he was distracted, two gloomy white mist like the faces of a living person emerged from under Shen Dong's decaying corpse, and the two bloody mouths in the mist suddenly opened at the same time, as if they were screaming and screaming at him.

But Wei Zhen didn't hear the slightest sound in his ears, and the small world where the power of the light was located suddenly shook, and then a heartache spread from his head to his whole body.

He was suddenly startled, his body fell backwards again and again, and the black stick in his hand instinctively waved in front of him, just to protect himself.

The two pale mist with lifelike faces belonged to the "Wraiths", a strange class of creatures, most of them had lost their consciousness, and only because of the resentment before they died, so that they could exist in this illusory form in the world, and "soul shock" was their only way to attack.

When Wei Zhen was in Maoshan Sect, he had heard the senior brothers mention "ghosts", but he had never really seen them with his own eyes, let alone the "resentful spirits" in front of him.

While he retreated, the spiritual power in his body was running rapidly, and the "Spirit Fighting Fist" in his left hand was condensed but not released, only waiting for the resentful spirits to approach and give a fatal blow.

All this happened between the lightning and flint, and the two resentful spirits found fresh food, and instinctively let out a sharp cry of excitement, and struck at Wei Zhenxun like lightning.

When Wei Zhen waved the black stick and quickly retreated, the two resentful spirits were only a foot away from his front door, and the change happened for the third time - in Wei Zhen's gradually calming gaze, the resentful spirits once again stretched out their bloody mouths that were completely asymmetrical with their own form, and the silent impact accompanied by a pinprick pain once again violently hit the whole body, but at this time, Wei Zhen had a kind of realization that came from nowhere, these two resentful spirits were afraid, and it was the black stick in his hand that he was afraid of.

In their illusory misty eyes, a fear that comes from instinctive consciousness is being infinitely amplified, as if they have encountered a natural predator, and this second "soul shock" is not to attack the fresh food in front of them, but just to escape.

As if an illusion, Wei Zhen seemed to see a corner of the black stick in his hand somewhere, and the two resentful spirits turned into two thin wisps of mist in an instant, as if they voluntarily drilled into that corner and disappeared.

Wei Zhen was shocked, stood up straight, only to feel that the previous changes were completely beyond his imagination, he held this foot-long black short stick in front of his eyes, and looked at it carefully from beginning to end several times, still feeling unremarkable, but the scene that happened a moment ago unmistakably showed that this black stick was by no means ordinary.

However, even Master Mao Yiqing did not notice its unusualness, only said that its material was extremely hard and could be used for self-defense.

Wei Zhen took the black stick in his hand and rubbed it intentionally or unintentionally, until the third time, the movement in his hand suddenly stopped, and he held the black stick in front of his eyes again, where his fingers stopped, almost at the end of the black stick, there was a very inconspicuous bulge, which stretched about a finger and a half along the body of the stick, and there was another small bulge that was even more inconspicuous. This protrusion is like a smooth lacquerware soaked in some water, and the lacquer surface is only slightly puffy, and it is easy for ordinary people to ignore the past. If it weren't for the fact that Wei Zhen had paid attention to this black short stick for the first time, these subtle changes would have been difficult to notice for a while.

He stared at it seriously for a few more minutes, and finally sighed helplessly, and inserted the black stick back into his waist, there were many things that he couldn't understand and figure out now, and he couldn't solve them.

Wei Zhen put away the distracting thoughts in his heart, and mined three pieces from the small piece of bare top-grade fire spirit mine on the ground, preparing to use it for the task, so that the purpose of his trip to the no-man's land had been achieved.

Now another question began to haunt him. He developed a strange curiosity about this uninhabited mine and wanted to continue to explore. What happened here decades ago? Why is all the ore exposed to the air and no one comes to mine it? Why is there no anomaly to be found outside the mine? Where is the end of the mine, and what is there?

As for those mist masses with faces, in his eyes at this moment, it was not so terrifying, although he did not know the origin of the black sticks and the method of using them, Wei Zhen was almost certain of one thing - the black sticks seemed to be the natural nemesis of these strange things.