Cold Spirit City, Spirit Mine Mountain Range Slave Camp

In the following week, Qiye was always immersed in the Mixed Yuan Refining Realm to constantly recuperate his body, so that his body recovered his body health faster than expected, and within a few days, Qiye was already able to move around.

During the week, Seven Nights was absent from work for many days because they were unable to work, and the rule in the slave camps was that slaves had to work for one day to get a meal. Therefore, although I did not eat for more than a week for seven nights, I did not have much physical exertion due to my frequent sleep. Despite this, the thin Seven Nights still survived until the initial recovery of the body.

After seven nights of recovery, there was no time to recuperate and consolidate, so I couldn't wait to pick up the basket and start working. Now, Qiye is already hungry and desperate to replenish energy, on the other hand, he wants to try to collect spiritual energy, improve his strength and leave this ghost place as soon as possible, although Qiye feels that he is about to end of hunger, but he is full of energy.

Spiritual cultivators can reach the state of "Bigu" when they reach the "spirit level", but the "spirit level" is still too far away for the current Seven Nights.

Therefore, if you don't eat something, I'm afraid that you won't last long, and how can the other slaves around you be willing to give a piece of the food they have worked so hard to give for seven nights? In such a harsh environment, it is still so difficult to protect yourself, how can you have any other care, so if you want to get food, you must rely on yourself!

In the early morning, Qiye trembled and followed the slave team through the mountains, presumably because he had not eaten for several days, and Qiye had some prostration of his legs while walking. Looking at the slave team winding into the depths of the mountain range in front of him, the hungry Qiye gritted his teeth fiercely: No matter what, you must stick to it today! Looking at the long mountain road, Qiye followed the slave team with one foot and one foot shallow and staggered behind.

Today, the entire team of slaves is going to a spirit ore mountain range that has just been explored, which is deep in the mountains, and it will take a day to go back and forth. I don't know how long I traveled......

At noon, the sun is blazing and the insects are chirping. Seven Nights had already traded all over his body, his mouth was dry, his lips were white, and he looked like he was about to die. Leaning his back against the rock, he gasped. Looking at the slave team that was still flowing into the depths of the mountain range, Qiye was a little disheartened: by now, his strength had been exhausted, and it seemed that it was really difficult to survive today......

Looking at the mountain scenery in the distance, Qiye's vision gradually blurred, and a drowsy feeling slowly hit his mind, and he no longer had the strength to shake away this low and dim feeling at this moment. Slowly, slowly... Qiye, who was standing with his back against the mountain rock, began to slide slowly, and finally sat down on the spot with a "plop".

Qiye couldn't perceive his current state anymore, he only felt that the heavens and the earth were spinning, his eyes were gradually closing, and the blurred light in his vision was engulfed by darkness little by little.....

Eventually, the only glimmer of light left in his eyes melted into the darkness, and all external sensations had become dull and blurred......

At this time, several slave porters who passed by Qiye's side, and after seeing Qiye, they stopped in a daze, and looked like they were about to fall asleep in Qiye.

"Hey, isn't this the stinky boy who spends a lot of time with the old man Romu? didn't I hear he's dead?" said a tall slave man.

"Eh, it seems to be true, I guess this kid has a big life, and he escaped death. Another slightly thin slave man confirmed after a careful look at Seven Nights.

"Hey, if the old man Luo Mu knew that this guy was still alive, he would definitely be able to look at it...", a slightly older middle-aged slave man in the back, sighed slightly.

Although his words were calm and low, they were like a thunderbolt pouring into Qiye's ears, so that Qiye, who was about to pass out, suddenly trembled slightly like a thunderbolt from a sunny sky, and his consciousness was scattered for a moment.

Nanaya's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at the three people standing in front of him in disbelief. Then he struggled to prop himself up, staggered forward two steps, and grabbed the sackcloth of one of the middle-aged slaves.

"What did you just say!?What's wrong with Grandpa Romu?!" Nanaya choked up and struggled to confirm.

"Don't you know? Old man Luo Mu a few days ago... It's dead!" the middle-aged slave said in a panic when he saw Qiye's sudden move.

The man's words made Qiye stunned for an instant, and after a while, unstoppable tears burst out of his eyes, and a feeling of angina and tearing pain surged into his heart in an instant.

"Please, tell me, how did Grandpa Luo Mu die?" Qiye grabbed the middle-aged slave's sackcloth vigorously, and couldn't cry. Perhaps it was the sudden bad news that caused Nanaya's spirit to collapse, and his body fell to the ground once again.

Looking at Qiye who fell to the ground and wept bitterly, the middle-aged slave man sighed and said slowly: Since he learned that Qiye fell into a deep valley and died, the old man Luo Mu was sad. A few days ago, in a carrying ore spirit stone, he accidentally fell in front of the wolf guard, and was kicked off the cliff by the wolf guard.

After the middle-aged slave man finished speaking with a little sadness, he looked at the sad and weak seven nights on the ground. Shaking his head and sighing, he hurried away, and the two people who were traveling with him continued to move forward with interest.

After listening to the man's story, Qiye's heart was full of grief and anger. He stopped crying uselessly, wiped away the tears on his face, and said with determination: Grandpa Luo Mu, you go well, Ah Qi will definitely get the price back for you! For Qi Ye, now the best person in the world for him has died because of him, so how can Qi Ye not hate: hate himself for being too weak, hate himself for always being protected by others...

Prostrate on the ground, Qiye clenched his fists and bit the corners of his lips. The blood flowed slowly, and the deep stinging pain in his heart instantly washed away the dull powerlessness in his mind. Qiye struggled to stand up, holding on to the steep cliff beside him and continuing to walk.

All the way to the cliffs, all the weeds that the thin body of Seven Nights can reach out and hook. Qiye ripped it all off, stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation, chewed and swallowed it in a big gulp, even if the weeds were bitter and hard to swallow, Qiye still swallowed without frowning.

At this moment, Qiye has only one firm belief in his heart: that is, to live! To live no matter what! In order to allow himself to live, no matter how bitter and astringent the weeds are, as long as he is not poisoned, Qiye will eat without hesitation. The current situation makes Qiye very clear: if he doesn't eat something, he won't be able to make it down the mountain in the evening. And along the way, there was nothing to eat except for the weeds that grew on one of the cliffs!

In this way, Nanaya tried his best again and again, and whenever he felt that the oil lamp was about to run out, he would stuff a mouthful of weeds, and then forcibly prop up his perseverance and keep exhausting his strength. Chewing weeds all the way made Qiye's mouth green and his face pale, and with tenacious perseverance, he finally walked to the new mine after slowly trekking through the rugged mountain road of "Nine Deaths and One Life".

This is a slope on the mountainside, with a huge slope, and a small area of operation has been carved out between the cliffs on both sides. Slaves carrying empty baskets are lining up in an orderly manner, waiting for the slave diggers to carry the ore spirit stones out of the cave and load them into the baskets in turn, waiting for the slave diggers to carry the ore spirit stones out of the cave and load them into the baskets.

Seven nights lined up in turn, waiting until the milky white ore spirit stone was loaded into the back basket. Qiye clenched his teeth, clasped his hands on his shoulders, tried his best to hump up the heavy back basket, and then tried his best to stabilize his swaying figure before he began to take a false step. Following the return team with a full load, the weak Seven Nights gradually fell to the end of the team. Looking at the endless return mountain road, Seven Nights began the last part of the journey back.

On the other side, Wu Sang, who had been searching for a week to no avail, returned to the Wu Clan's shaman's hall with a sad face and returned to Wu Jue.

"Qi Qi High Priest, Wu Sang is incompetent, he didn't find the high priest's exquisite witch knife, and asked the high priest to surrender his guilt..."

"It's okay, it's okay, it must be that old thing knows that his time is short, and he used his last remnants of strength to die with the witch sword. Hmph! That old thing of Mixed Yuan, even if he wants to die, he won't be cheap this high priest, it's really his style. However, after thousands of years of sealing, I am afraid that the spiritual power has long been exhausted. Either way, or not, let's think it's a funeral gift given to him by the High Priest..."

Wu Jue smiled indifferently, and said with some hatred. Now that the henchmen have been removed, although they have lost a high-grade spiritual weapon, they think that after thousands of years, the witch knife has long since passed away, and it is no longer of great use to the witch, but it is a little pity. However, in the blink of an eye, a choice was quickly made.

"Wu Sang, now this high priest has an important matter for you to do. Wu Jue turned over the matter and said solemnly again.

"Although the high priest commands, Wu Sang's sword mountain is in the sea of fire, and he will not give up!" Wu Sang's expression was shocked: I didn't expect that this time the high priest not only did not blame himself for his bad work, but entrusted him with a heavy task again, how could Wu Sang not be happy in his heart.

Although he is the most talented of all the black shamans, he is the least qualified, so he is ostracized everywhere. If he can be promoted by this high priest who has retired to a high position, he will have his own status in the Wu clan in the future. Therefore, for the things that the high priest explained, Wu Sang naturally went all out.

According to the spies' report: Shui Lianggong, the lord of Shuiyoucheng, got the news from which "psychic master": In the Far East region, there may be relics of the thousand-year-old war, and there may be a "thousand-year treasure" born. This high priest commands you: Get ahead of it, and get to the truth quickly. If there is really a treasure, return to life immediately!" Wu Jue solemnly ordered.

"Yes! Wu Sang obeyed!" Wu Sang happily accepted the order, he didn't expect to receive such a fat difference this time. If you really find the treasure, you can get one or two, and your strength will be further refined. It's just that the land of the thousand-year war is a little troublesome, but compared to the reward, what is this? Wu Sang grinned slightly in his heart, and turned away.

Psychic is a very rare profession among spiritual practitioners. With his powerful soul power, he can capture the spiritual power particles in the air that ordinary spiritual cultivators can't perceive, and communicate thousands of miles away through the spiritual medium, while the legendary-level spiritual medium can communicate between the yang realm and the underworld, and deduce the future. The psychic master majored in "material mediators", not combat strength. And the generation of the psychic master is also one in ten million, not only need to have the "initial spirit", but also need to awaken the "heavenly eye", after meeting these two basic points, it is also necessary to teach the "material mind", and the cultivation of the psychic master is rare in the world. Therefore, in an empire, the number of psychic masters is only a thousand, and the number of legend-level is only a few, which can be said to be the most valuable strategic resource.