In the cold spirit city and the mine camp of the Spirit Mine Mountain Range

Seven nights lie quietly on the damp straw mat, his eyes are condensed and worried, and there are still faint tears in the corners of his eyes. After a long silence, a chill woke Qiye from his distraction, and when he turned his head to look around, outside the open camp, the sky and the earth were pitch black, and the cold wind from the deep mountains and valleys roared, sweeping the entire camp to his heart's content.

"Is it already night?" said Qiye in a low voice, and seven or eight workers in the camp were lying on the straw mats around Qiye, with no bedding and only a layer of damp grain grass. The dilapidated tent could not resist the cold wind, and everyone hugged themselves tightly, huddled and curled up, thinking that no one would be able to sleep peacefully on such a cold night.

Although Qiye also felt cold, it was much more relieved than the severe pain I felt before, but now the pain has mostly dissipated, and the muscles and bones of my body have been indirectly continued unconsciously, and I believe it will not take long to heal.

Feeling it carefully, Qiye could feel that the wounds all over his body were quietly healing at an incredible speed, without any healing medicine, it only took time for the wounds to recover. I was glad to see this for some reason: because it was almost impossible to get a bottle of healing medicine in this slave mining camp, and many slave porters died of pain because they were sick and had no medicine.

The stinging pain of the cold wind and the faint residual pain on his body, Qiye endured it without changing his face, thinking that he would take the first step in his cultivation in the future, and Qiye was full of anticipation and longing.

The weather was cold and frozen, and the ice wind was bone-chilling, and everyone had no sleep all night, so they had to wait for the dawn. Unconsciously, light snow has fallen between the mountains under the dark curtain, and there is silence and low insect chirping in the deep valleys, and occasionally a few night partridges are heard in the depths of the forest who are unwilling to be lonely.

In the night sky, a black smoke and wind and snow swept through the mountains, and the black smoke swept and fell leaves into the depths of the mountain stream. In the dark valley, a mysterious man in a black robe stands on the edge of a cliff, and under the black robe is a handsome and bewitching man's face, this person is the genius shaman of the Wu Clan, Wu Sang.

Wu Sang stands on the edge of a cliff, looking down on the depths of the mountain stream. After a while, from the wide sleeved robe, a stunningly fair, slender and bewitching right hand stretched out, which looked like the jade fingers of the twenty-eight-year-old woman. I saw Wu Sang's right hand suspended in the air, and his lips whispered:

"Witch Night God, clear my eyes. The god of witches, the heart of Mingwu. With the wish of my three lives, I am familiar with the changes of heaven and earth!"

The words were closed, and suddenly several complex, mysterious and ancient inscriptions were intertwined at the fingertips, and the inscriptions slowly rotated and expanded. Finally, when the inscription presented the void with a perfect and dazzling pattern, countless faint glowing lights like fireflies gathered between heaven and earth, and in an instant, the huge inscription became more dazzling.

In a moment, the brilliance on the inscription shattered into countless fluorescent bats with a whole body, and the fluorescent bats pounced on the deep valley stream below with a noisy sound of "chirping".

Wu Sang on the edge of the cliff quietly closed his eyes, receiving the information transmitted by the countless fluorescent bats, and the fluorescent bats found nothing after probing all the cave cliffs in the deep valley and mountain stream. After waiting for a moment, Wu Sang finally opened his eyes with some disappointment.

"Could it be...... Did the old guy really turn to ashes? The exquisite witch knife ...... also?" Wu Sang muttered to himself, and then looked at the dark and seeping abyss below, his eyes flashed, and his face swelled with a ruthless color of unwillingness, and then he jumped forward, and his body fell straight into the cliff, falling into the dark valley stream.

At this moment, Wu Sang no longer cares whether the Mixed Yuan Taizu is dead or alive, and the high priest's induction will not be fake. However, the whereabouts of the exquisite witch knife must be investigated, whether it is with the old guy or other reasons, and he must give a reasonable explanation to the high priest.

"Poof", in the underground dark river where the rapids are surging, Wu Sang burrowed into the water like a cannonball, and then calmly turned his hand and printed a huge ball of light, which slowly expanded, discharging the surrounding water flow, and completely enveloping Wu Sang.

Wu Sang slowly opened his eyes, stabilized the ball of light that was constantly washed by the huge current, and then took a step, searching step by step under the dark river as if he were idle. The water-avoiding light ball also followed the rhythm of Wu Sang's pace, rippling layer by layer with rippling spiritual power detection waves, scanning all the strange rocks and horns under the water......

I don't know how long I walked underwater, but the originally dark bottom of the water was slowly visible. Wu Sang looked up at the water with light and shadow, and it was obvious that after walking for such a long time, he had walked out of the underground dark river of the continuous mountain range, and came to the vast and bright outside the mountain.

Before I knew it, the sky was already bright, and the water surface had become clear and translucent, and I couldn't catch the remnants of the spiritual power of the Linglong Witch Knife all the way.

"That old guy has indeed been destroyed, but why didn't he see the figure of the Linglong Witch Sword after walking so far? Even if he fell into the dark river, he couldn't rush such a long distance?

At this moment, Wu Sang's face was extremely cold, but he was more worried: if he didn't find the Linglong Witch Knife, it would definitely be difficult to return to the High Priest, and he was now the most promising genius successor to succeed the High Priest, if he didn't even find the High Priest's Linglong Witch Knife, it was very likely that his status in the High Priest's heart would be greatly reduced.

"Hmph! Damn old thing, it's not easy to worry when you're dead. After a resentful sigh in his heart, Wu Sang was unwilling to fail and continued to search along the river to the bottom of the river, and waited until he found two or three kilometers downstream of the river. Wu Sang faintly heard the sound of shouting and killing.

"Kill, kill, kill!" As Wu Sang continued to float to the surface, the shouts of killing became clearer and clearer. After a while, Wu Sang quietly showed a pair of cold eyes on the water, and saw that on a vast and open river valley plain in front of him, countless tents were stationed, and the tents were stacked on top of each other. More than 1,000 soldiers were fighting bare-chested and bare-necked on the river beach.

It appears to be a battalion of Terran soldiers. After glancing at the entire river beach, Wu Sang understood. Looking at this scale, the entire camp is probably tens of thousands of people, and this camp is naturally the slave camp where Seven Nights is located. Usually Wu Sang has always been relentless about the human race, but at present, there is no clue in the search for the Linglong Witch Knife, and all the corners in the valley have been searched, which is related to his own future, and he has no time to pay attention to his prejudices.

"Could it be that the exquisite witch knife was taken away by the human race spirituality?" A bold and incredible conjecture flashed in Wu Sang's mind, although it was a slight possibility, but he would rather kill 10,000 by mistake than leave out Wu Sang, and never let go of any negligible subtleties.

So, Wu Sang closed his eyes slightly, and the spiritual light waves rippled like the ripples of dragonflies and water, encompassing the entire river valley. After half a moment, he slowly opened his eyes, and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. In the induction, the spiritual power of the entire river beach was as dense as the starry sky, and it seemed that due to the interference of too many mineral spirit stones, it was impossible to distinguish the breath specifically. But despite this, Wu Sang still sensed the presence of a few aura whose spiritual power was slightly stronger than that of ordinary people, and it was obvious that there were several spiritual cultivators with a slight strength in these tents.

"If these people want to hide the Witch Knife, it's not impossible. ”

So, Wu Sang decided to sneak into the camp to find out. After making this determination, Wu Sang sank into the water and turned into a trace of black gas, and then quietly touched the camp in the river valley along the meadow more than half a meter high by the river.

In a moment, Wu Sang successfully arrived at the grass outside a camp tent, the black qi was close to the ground, and at the same time, a faint aura penetrated into the camp, and then the black gas floated outside another camp, like a cool breeze caressing people unnoticed.

At this moment, Qiye still retracted all his breath, and sank into the spirit to rest and recuperate. Wu Sang floated to the camp where Seven Nights was, and the spiritual power Bo Sisi probed in, and quickly sneaked away after finding nothing abnormal. At this time, Qiye in the spirit realm did not notice the slightest movement outside the tent, but when he closed his eyes and meditated on his heart, Qiye felt a tremor from the outer boundary membrane of the secret realm in his mind.

Seven Nights, who were sitting in the void of the spirit realm, suddenly opened his eyes and closed his eyes, and looked up at the bright and empty sky above the spirit world, although it was only a slight tremor, it would still be detected by the mixed element refining realm of "full perception of the internal realm".

"What's going on? The secret realm fluctuated for no reason just now...... Could it be...... Someone is using spiritual power to probe me?" Qiye was slightly stunned and guessed. Although it is unknown who is doing this kind of detection, it is a potentially huge threat to Nanaya, who has no strength at the moment.

If the spiritual generals in the mine camp found that they had cultivated spiritual power, they would be executed by Ling Chi, not to mention that they also had enviable treasures, thinking of this made Qiye a little frightened, like a frightened bird.

Qiye held his breath, was drenched in cold sweat, his heart was pounding, but his body did not dare to move a little, and he lay on the straw mat in a daze, waiting for the limelight to pass. After a few moments, the fluctuations calmed down and it all ended as if it had never happened. But Qiye felt that he had experienced a long time that was unbearable, and his nervous and straight soul was panting like prostration.

Looking back, Seven Nights is sincerely glad. His own secret realm and mixed yuan refining realm can completely shield any spiritual power from prying eyes, even if the energy emitted by the treasure is huge, it can be extinguished. The Mixed Yuan Refining Realm enveloped the spirit realm, and it would not emit any spiritual power particles at all, even if ordinary spiritual cultivators tried their best to restrain their aura, it was impossible to achieve such perfection. Therefore, unless he took the initiative to release his spiritual power, no one could find out the true strength level of Qiye. Although he didn't know what was going on outside just now, for the sake of prudence, Qiye still conservatively chose to continue to stay quiet.

After searching one tent after another to no avail, Wu Sang targeted several white tents in the slave camp. Compared with the many gray, dilapidated slave camps, those tents that were as white as snow were particularly glaring and the most suspicious.

With his own "Xuanling-level" strength, Wu Sang believed that there were very few people in the human race who could match him, and most of the human powerhouses were still at the "battle level" level, a whole big level away from himself. Spiritual monks with low strength could not sense the existence of spiritual monks of higher rank than themselves, so Wu Sang was able to rely on his own strength to explore the camp alone.