Since that day after the insult on Wednesday Huai, his father was poisoned to death by them, and his mother hanged himself, and the tyrannosaurus made up his mind to find Wednesday Huai for revenge, but Zhou Huai is an outer disciple, and his strength is at least in the contract realm.

With his current cultivation, as long as the other party does not come to the door, he will burn high incense, Qixi Wenzong and the mortal world are two different worlds, and Zhou Huai is afraid that he still doesn't know that his home was destroyed by the tyrannosaurus, a waste in his eyes.

If he waits for him to know about the affairs of his family, the tyrannosaurus will face the craziest revenge on Wednesday Huai, according to his current strength, he will definitely die, the tyrannosaurus is just a resident writer, and Wednesday Huai does not need to pay any price to kill him.

The tyrannosaurus rex also thought about fighting to the death, but there was a big realm between the station realm and the contract realm. The gap between a writer in the station realm and a writer in the contract realm is not just an identity, and the combat power between the two is not the same at all.

If the strength of the stationed realm writer is like a car, the strength of the contracted realm writer is like a tank, the two cannot be compared at all, and no matter how desperately the car hits, it can't break the defense of the tank at all, let alone a real battle.

The cruelty of reality has long smoothed out the edges and corners of the Tyrannosaurus, and now the Tyrannosaurus can't see any light and hope, and just eats and waits for death every day, and maybe this time he will soon be driven out of the Qixi Wenzong.

The tyrannosaurus looked around carefully, there was no one around the mine, and the new disciples who were cultivating fast were all working hard to get rid of miscellaneous labor as soon as possible. Even if you have free time, you mostly cultivate, and if you have the kung fu to take care of the idle affairs here, there is no one around.

Fortunately, no one noticed that they were lazy, and all they heard was the whirring wind. The tyrannosaurus picked up the medicine hoe that fell on the ground, and the tyrannosaurus clenched his hands and pressed against the spirit mine, continuously exerting force, and the strong anti-shock force made his mouth numb.

With a belief and a mind, all of them are put on this spiritual mine, and there is only one thought in my mind, that is, to get this thing down. The whole spirit of the tyrannosaurus rex was in high spirits.

The tyrannosaurus tried to swing the mine hoe in his hand, desperately hitting the ore, and the sound of clanging was endless. The blood on the tyrannosaurus was boiling, and the resentment of not being able to break through the contract realm for a long time all hit the mine hoe in his hand.

Looking at the spirit mine in front of him, the tyrannosaurus was angry, and shouted angrily, "Call you to the street, tell you to lie on the street." With all the strength to knock it down, in the past, it took half a day to get down the hardware mine, but now, it only took less than two hours.

When the last trace of connection was broken and a palm-sized spirit ore was dug up, the body of the tyrannosaurus fell to the ground softly as if the last tendon had been removed.

Never been so efficient, but the heart of the tyrannosaurus is low, digging ore is a long-term job, the amount of labor every day is very large, just not long, such madness, but the consequence is sore.

Fortunately, it's about to go down the mountain, otherwise, if you play your life like this, you have to rest for at least a few hours, and if you go down, it's not as efficient as taking your time before. The hoe was left here, and the Tyrannosaurus stood up and walked with difficulty to the ore.

This excavated spiritual ore, if thrown here, will be condensed with the earth again under the action of the aura for one night at most. That would be tantamount to today's efforts in vain, and it must be done.

The spirit ore is not big, only about a foot, it is an aggregate of several minerals, mixed together, inseparable, extremely high, a small piece, almost comparable to the weight of a mine hoe, no wonder it is so difficult to clean.

"Obtain 500 gold essences to open the first seal. At this time, a voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the tyrannosaurus, which startled the tyrannosaurus and looked around, but the tyrannosaurus did not notice that there were other people around.

Looking at the Qiankun pen hanging on his waist, the tyrannosaurus wondered: "Could it be that it is talking, five hundred pieces of gold essence can open the first layer of seals, and what is the gold essence?"

The tyrannosaurus laboriously picked up the spirit ore on the ground with both hands, and the eyes of the tyrannosaurus fell on the flickering spirit mine, the five-colored light flashed, and the beauty was abnormal, a shocking thought rose in his heart, gold essence, could it have something to do with this spirit mine, after all, they are all metal?

The two didn't sound like they were connected, but his heart, as if it was clouded by lard, was on fire, and there was a voice that kept shouting, put it in, put it in......

In the heart of the tyrannosaurus, the thought flashed like a demonic barrier, and even oozed bloodshot from his eyes, gritting his teeth, stroking the golden surface of the ore, his expression changed, and in the end, his eyes stared at the spirit mine, controlling the Qiankun pen in his hand, and collecting the spirit mine.

The Qiankun pen twitched for a while, the ore in his hand, under the swallowing, disappeared, the ore was smoothly stored in the Qiankun pen, and in the brain of the tyrannosaurus, a sudden flash of dingdong, a faint number, formed in the sea of mind, the back of the five hundred did not change, but in the front, there were more numbers?

Tyrannosaurus's hand trembled, ecstasy, a crazy fluctuation, it seems that the spirit ore is related to the gold essence, a palm-sized spirit ore represents a little bit of gold essence. In other words, to open the first seal of the Qiankun Pen, it happens to need five hundred pieces of spiritual ore!

If you have two dollars a day, that is, two hundred and fifty days, if you make progress a little faster, you can reach five dollars a day, or even more, in that case, about three months at most!

The magical experience made the tyrannosaurus suddenly think that it may not be accidental that he got the Qiankun pen, at this time, he was just a street writer with a lower grade of spiritual roots, and he could only touch the edge of the online text, but is he really always a miscellaneous disciple?

Perhaps as long as you open the seal of the Qiankun pen and learn about the Qiankun pen, you may become a legend, a legend belonging to the online text. After three years on the street, the blood that I thought had been exhausted began to burn again.

After daydreaming for a while, the Tyrannosaurus rex's mind returned to reality, and now it is the problem at hand that needs to be considered. This year's annual evaluation is still seventy ores short, which is related to his ability to continue to stay in the Qixi Wenzong, the Wenzong does not raise idlers, and this is especially true for miscellaneous disciples like them.

After three years of stationing, if he can't even do the basic work of mining, I'm afraid that what awaits him will be to leave! No! The Tyrannosaurus shouted in his heart, seeing hope, but hope is getting farther and farther away from him.