Spirit mine, is born of adhering to the aura, strong and abnormal, in the mortal world, maybe it is the material of the divine weapon, but for the magic weapon or even the spiritual weapon used by the writer, the material is too mixed, mixed with the aura of hardware, and needs to be purified.

The place to deal with it is nothing more than two places, one is to put it into Danding Mountain, and slowly temper the impurities in it with fire. The second is to be put into the Sword Casting Pavilion, and after a little refining, as a top-level material, it flows into the secular world, and most of them are the former.

The above two places, Danding Mountain and Sword Casting Pavilion, are not just a miscellaneous disciple of the Tyrannosaurus that can enter, so he has only one choice and ventures to the mountain stream to find it.

The spiritual ore dug up by the miscellaneous disciples in ordinary times would be thrown into the mountain stream after the steward recorded it. In fact, the spirit ore is not very useful for the sect, and there are very few writers who can refine weapons, even if it is a big sect like the Qixi Wenzong.

The white mist that fills the night will not shroud the entire mountain stream, in this way, there will be a chance to obtain these spirit ores, for the Qixi Wenzong, a little more or less spirit mines, no one will pay attention to it at all.

In half a year, on top of hundreds of mines, there are probably no less than tens of thousands, or hundreds less, and no one pays attention to them at all. The tyrannosaurus parted the grass and trees, cautiously looked at everything around it, and after confirming that it was safe, it slowly walked towards the mountain stream.

Even if it is a spiritual mine that no one pays attention to, he does not dare to steal it blatantly as a miscellaneous disciple, in case it is discovered, the spirit root will be abolished and expelled from the master's sect, and the bones will be broken and ashes will be scattered, and the body and spirit will be destroyed.

The mine where the Tyrannosaurus rex usually is located is a single-peak mountain, with a low side and a steep side. The steep side is facing the sun, and most of the mines are open on this side, so if you are looking for spiritual mines, you must choose the sunny side. In the mountain stream, the tyrannosaurus has never gone down, and it is a little strange.

Fortunately. In the past few days, the tyrannosaurus has been going up the mountain every day, and it has already been familiar with the terrain. As it approached the mountain stream, the Tyrannosaurus slowed down.

In the woods in front of him, there were clouds of white mist, which was the cold air scattered here, although it was much worse than the top of the mountain, but it was not something he could bear. The tyrannosaurus was careful enough, he didn't want to be frozen by the cold, so he walked very slowly.

Bypassing the cold air, the tyrannosaurus finally reached the bottom of the mountain stream. With the help of the faint moonlight in the sky, layers of spirit mines flashing with five-colored streamers, scattered all over the place, a feeling of happiness permeated, the tyrannosaurus monster screamed, and rushed forward.

The tyrannosaurus bent down to pick up a piece of spirit ore, opened the Qiankun pen with essence blood, and threw it in, and in his consciousness, there was a soft sound of two, then three, four...... The sound of prompts was incessant, and he completely forgot everything, all his attention was on the constantly beating numbers on the Qiankun chart.

The night is slowly deepening, no one knows, in the middle of the night under the mountain forest, there is such a person, working hard here, the mountain wind is blowing, blowing away the cold air in the mountain forest, the cold air spreads to surround the tyrannosaurus, and the concentrated tyrannosaurus does not notice it in the slightest.

The cold air slowly shrouded up, forming an encirclement from all directions, when the cold air approached the tyrannosaurus, he finally felt the chill, looked up in horror at everything in front of him, the white mist, faint, but shrouded in all directions, a white expanse, there is no end in sight.

The face of the tyrannosaurus changed, and the cold air of such a scale was still at night, and it was impossible to call people, because this was a mountain stream, even if it was Uncle Liu, at night, at most, he would just inspect the mountain peaks and ignore the mountain streams.

Tyrannosaurus looked at the spirit mine in his hand with a wry smile, and the number in his consciousness had jumped to three hundred and twelve, and the distance was four hundred, and it was only very close, but unfortunately, he had no life. The cold air had already surrounded the Tyrannosaurus.

The mountain wind howled again, and the cold air in all directions whistled and rushed towards the tyrannosaurus. He closed his eyes in resignation, the bitter cold made his whole person sluggish, and the only thought that flashed in his heart was to die like this?

"No, I'm not reconciled!" the tyrannosaurus roared, but the cold quickly froze him, and he fell to the ground like a stake, but even if the tyrannosaurus fell to the ground, its body was forward.

The cold qi in front of him is the treasure that a monk who cultivates the cold ice attribute exercise dreams of, and it only takes a wisp of it to freeze everything in the world! What is quite amazing is that the thing that is frozen in ice can temporarily break away from the passage of time, and suddenly become as solid as a rock.

Even the magic weapon blade can't hurt a bit, even at this point. And it makes it wonderful. And if you can add a little bit of Lan Geng's cold qi to the ice attribute magic weapon or spirit weapon, it will naturally be even more powerful. It's just that this Lan Geng's cold air is hard to find in the world.

Even in the online literature world, it is only possible to find a trace of it in the depths of the 10,000-year-old glacier cave in the north, and it is almost extinct. Unexpectedly, in this mine, there was a cold air from time to time.

The tyrannosaurus was stunned, and he didn't know if it was because it was too cold, he only felt numbness on his face. He instinctively raised his hand and wiped it, the crystal that stained his fingertips, what is it if it is not frost and snow?

It's nothing else, it's rather pure yin and cold energy. suddenly became nervous, and immediately urged the energy in the body to accelerate the circulation to keep out the cold. The cold air slowly came up and enveloped the surroundings.

For the Qixi Wenzong, especially the mine, the biggest danger is that these cold qi generated by heaven and earth, in the mountains and forests, there are not too many animals, and it also originates from it. The Tyrannosaurus rex ventured to come, but instead put itself in danger.

Seeing that the cold air was about to envelop the tyrannosaurus's body, at this time, the Qiankun pen in his hand flashed spiritually, and the golden light flickered, and the whirlpool was produced again.

The whirlpool of shimmering golden light, like a black hole, absorbed the cold air around it, and the mist that flowed slowly in itself boiled all at once, and then poured into the whirlpool like a tide.

After a while, this cold air was completely absorbed by the whirlpool, and in the rotation of the whirlpool, it turned into a trace of white light and was incorporated into the Qiankun pen. After absorbing the cold air around him, the whirlpool slowly incorporated into the Qiankun pen.

The Qiankun pen flashed a ray of white light, and then returned to its original appearance, and in the woods, there was a calm, only the heavy breathing of the tyrannosaurus rex clearly echoed in his ears. All around, the moonlight spread into the trees, and the temperature rose slightly.