In the Nine Heavens Continent, in the dark night of the Qianli Mountain Range, thunder and lightning roared, thousands of miles trembled, and large drops of rain poured madly on the earth.

"Click... Click! "A huge, heavily loaded black minecart was staggering up the hill, with two people in front of the cart in front of it, dragging forward and backward.

The four of them shouted the slogan in unison: "Hey... Whew··· Hey... Phew..."

The steep slope of the mountain road became more and more muddy with the heavy rain, and behind the minecart, one of the black and thin young men of sixteen or seventeen years old accidentally did not stand still.

"Poof!" With a thud, he fell.

The whole person rolled down the mountain road dozens of feet away, and hit the foot of a giant tree to save his life, otherwise he would have died if he rolled straight to the bottom of the valley and the abyss.

"Hold hard... Hold hard! A voice in front of the minecart shouted, almost bursting.

Because Yang Yi on the right behind the car suddenly fell, the lack of strength made the minecart unbalanced, and the minecart slid back sharply.

The remaining three people had green muscles all over their bodies, their spiritual power rippling, and their feet were a few inches deep in the ground, and they finally stopped the giant minecart, but unfortunately the position of the minecart had retreated dozens of feet away.

"It's all to blame on that shit, everyone is working in vain again!"

"There is still a young patriarch, just like him, he is a waste, and he is not worthy of being a miner!"

"Whew! Without his mother, what did this waste use to get into the position of the young patriarch. ”

In front of and behind the minecart, three rugged men breathed fragrant in the rain, and the pouring rain couldn't suppress the sound of cursing.

"I'm afraid I can't live this day! Since the disappearance of the patriarch and her old man, the clan has become a hall of words among the four elders, and we miners with low strength have no way to live. ”

The three big men subconsciously looked at the foot of the tree, and the figure lying down with a hunched body at the foot of the tree was trembling, so embarrassed.

"You say, the patriarch is heroic, why did he give birth to such a waste, what is wrong?"

"Having said that, I have been in the clan for decades, and I have never heard of the patriarch having a partner, so how could he give birth to a child! Do you say that the patriarch has been cultivating for a long time before, and he can't keep it lonely and empty one day, so he just found a wild man and ······ it."

"Damn, I really don't know which wild man is cheaper? That look, I said that I was hot, if I had asked for help, it would have been worth dying, and at least I wouldn't have given birth to this waste wood thing, twitter! It's a pity. ”

"It is estimated that his father is just a waste, the best waste in the waste!"

"Any one of us, we are all more than three in the Source Spirit Realm, look, that waste has been refined for more than ten years, or the Source Spirit Realm, and there are so many resources in the clan that we were blind before, it's really enough waste!"

"Damn, be quiet, there are ears across the mountain, don't die."

Even from a distance of dozens of zhang, Yang Yi could still hear it clearly, everyone was talking about her mother, the missing patriarch of the Yang clan.

His fists trembled, but he didn't dare to squeak, because anyone present could easily take his life.

I could only lie in the rain and choke, my heart roaring.

He survived and persevered until the day his mother came back, perhaps waiting for an opportunity when he could change his life against the sky.

"Mother, the child is not filial, the child is incompetent, he can't keep the huge family business, and he can't maintain the reputation of the mother."

Why does providence make people? Born with a crippled body, lacking the source spirit sea, it cannot contain spiritual power for condensation, and cultivation will always stay in the source spirit realm.

Not to mention breakthroughs, even cultivating the exercises is a fool's dream.

The foundation of the cultivation of the exercises is also the source spirit sea, and in this world, there is no way to find an exercise that does not rely on the cultivation of the source spirit sea.

Calling him a waste, yes, it's really a waste, but insulting his mother, really stabbing his soul and hurting his heart, so what?

Yang Yi, who has no power to restrain the chicken, can't practice any exercises, only the source spirit realm, without any strength, and the right to not hear it.

"Waste King Eight Lambs, don't pretend to be dead! Hurry up, miss the refining time, and everyone present has only one fate, and that is death. ”

One of the big men waited impatiently and shouted.

Yang Yi endured the pain, reluctantly got up and went to the minecart, stepping on deep footprints in the muddy mountain road.

"Waste, listen to buddy, if there is a little accident this time, you won't be able to see the sun tomorrow!"

Yang Yi became even more nervous now, he knew that these people would definitely be able to do it, and he had occasionally heard about the deeds of such people before.

Yang Yi could only cheer up and use all his strength to push the minecart, not daring to be negligent.

Fortunately, there was no danger, and there were no accidents after that, and nearly two hours later, the minecart arrived at the large smelting square at the top of the mountain on time, and Yang Yi was able to relax his tense nerves.

These ores can refine the spirit beads, which are a great supplement for cultivation, and the spirit beads are extremely precious.

A treasure that makes any cultivator blush, but it is of little use to him.

Because he was born with a lack of the Source Spirit Sea, he could not absorb the spiritual power in it and accommodate it into the Source Spirit Sea.

Yang Yi only rested for two hours, and at dawn he had to go down to the bottom of the mine to continue mining, if nothing else, this is basically the fate of the miner's life.

At the bottom of the mine, the heat wave was monstrous, and Yang Yi clearly felt the burning pain of his skin, and he still walked forward with a jack hammer on his back, unable to flinch at all.

As a miner, the slightest thought of retreating is a dead end.

Ants still steal life, let alone people?

"Bang bang... Bang bang..."

The chaotic and narrow mine cave has a rhythmic hammering sound, and this is the most hot wave that goes deep to the bottom of the mine, except for Yang Yi, there are no other miners nearby who are mining.

No one wants to come to this hot ghost place to open a mine, including Yang Yi, but the place with a good environment above is either occupied by the strong, or the mining rate is extremely low, and with his cultivation of the source spirit realm, there is no way to complete the daily indicators.

Only in these harsh depths where no one wants to mine can the ideal amount of ore be produced.

Dig dig dig, dig ······

can't dig up any treasures, Yang Yi's career as a miner for more than half a year has long been numb.

"Ding... Hum..."

The jack hammer was suddenly shaken back, and the resonance of the humming sound was endless.

Jack hammer, broken gold and stone, invincible.

It's weird that a piece of inconspicuous black carbon is so solid.

Yang Yi picked it up, this black carbon looked very ordinary, and it didn't seem to be a treasure, so he was instinctively curious, and he was about to throw it away.

A wound on his hand that had been previously cut by ore, with a little blood, was stained with black carbon, and an extremely hot breath gushed out.

Regardless of the burning pain of his palm, Yang Yi really hammered this black carbon is a treasure, whether it has any effect on him or not.

Yang Yi habitually immersed his mind in black carbon, because his mind could analyze the invisible mysteries in it, even if he was only a member of the Source Spirit Realm, he was indeed a serious cultivator, and he could also open up a trace of mental energy.

"Ahh······hh

The chaotic and narrow mine reverberated with screams, and Yang Yi gasped, and the black carbon seemed to absorb all of his mind in an instant, and a sense of imminent death struck.

Yang Yi's eyes were dark, he didn't know what to do, and all his perceptions stayed on the chest tightness and panting and dizziness of the previous moment.

Yang Yi, who was wandering in consciousness, felt a torrent of words burrow into his mind until a long, long time later······

"Whew... Whew"

As soon as he sensed the air, Yang Yi greedily took a big gulp, and then opened his eyes in a panic.

The swelling pain was the only thing he felt, and there were many more things in his brain that he didn't know what to do.

As soon as Yang Yi opened his eyes, he stared at the palm full of blood coffee, what the hell was going on? The hand touched his forehead, and several horns bulged out on his head, and it was dripping with blood.

As for that strange piece of black carbon, it has long disappeared without a trace, perhaps turning to ashes!

I made some mud to stop the bleeding on my forehead, and after breathing for more than half an hour, the whole person improved.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he suddenly remembered something, and Yang Yi quickly grasped the extra thing in his mind with his mind.

"Harm! Thought it was? It turned out to be just an ancient post, and it is estimated that it is just some useless small exercises! He muttered to himself.

A person who was born with a crippled source of the Spirit Sea didn't expect any exercises at all, and no matter how many anti-heaven exercises he had, it would be useless for him.

The Source Spirit Sea is destined to be a natural threshold that he can't break through in his cultivation in this life.