"There's something strange here. ”

At the foot of an unnamed hill near Fuyuan Town, Feng Jiming leaned on the side of a tent in a camp and whispered to himself, black?? The shadow of the tent obscured his low, skeletal shape, but the campfire not far away had not yet been extinguished, allowing him to clearly discern every detail on the bright side of his vicinity.

There are not as many miners here as expected, judging from the number of camps on the left, there are seven in total, and in this camp in front of me, which is not small, counting the people in a few tents, there are only three spiritual-level monks, plus twelve laymen, and there are two laymen, who are already quite old and cannot engage in such high-level physical labor as mining.

Supposedly, it's not mining, and it doesn't need so many people, but if it's mining, it's a bit small.

"Could it be that only the miners will come during the day and not live here?" Feng Jiming muttered to himself again, and immediately a small diamond-shaped ice crystal was added to his hand, wanting to use this ice crystal to penetrate the tent and visit the situation inside.

"Or isn't this the main camp?"

Feng Jiming, who lacked experience in this area, felt tricky for the first time, which was different from the familiar road in the ruins of Venerable Yuan Chu, and it was also very different from the fighting methods of hard-fought monks, and he lacked the necessary understanding and knowledge reserves for the life of ordinary participation in mining.

"Hey, you have something to say!" Feng Jiming, who often felt that each other was noisy, for the first time expected the other soul to give a constructive opinion.

"I'm already asleep, and there's not even anyone nearby who can fight, what are you telling me to do?" the other voice replied lazily, with sleepiness and disdain in his words, and even a little teasing.

“......”

Feng Jiming suddenly felt powerless to complain, so he could only pour his spiritual power into the diamond-shaped ice crystals, allowing the ice crystals to cut through the tent made of three layers of burlap, and soon, the situation inside came into his eyes.

A not very bright soul fire palace lamp, and a spiritual-level monk who is meditating, closing his eyes and recuperating, cultivating to about six levels of the spiritual level, this person's face is a little dark, rarely shiny, although the robe is neat but it looks like old goods, only a short incense of tranquility is lit around him, it looks like it can only last for about two hours, it is easy to see that this is an unsatisfactory guy.

It is worth noting that near his left, there are a lot of coarse bundles of large and small packages, and the exposed part can be seen to be some cheap medicinal herbs, as well as low-level talismans with not very exquisite brushwork, there are all kinds, as variegated as medicinal herbs, the value of these things is not high, for monks above the middle level of the spiritual level, although there is some effect, but it is also very limited.

What do these things do?

Feng Jiming wanted to catch a monk and come over to ask, but he was worried about startling the snake, after all, he had the ability to directly control it, but he would definitely die, just like when he split a wisp of thought to control Ma Taiji, although he now regretted "playing to death" a possible Xuan-level supporter, but even if he changed now, it was difficult for him to grasp this scale, ensuring that the other party would not die and mutate so easily when the soul was controlled.

Anyway, he caught a glimpse of a camp farther away, where there seemed to be a passage leading to the belly of the mountain, and there were several piles of loose rocks, like freshly dug marks.

He flew lightly, leaning there silently, without alarming anyone. After a while, it was already near. That's right, this stone is really newly dug up, and it still has the unique smell of demon beasts on it.

No, this smell is not a living monster, but a dead one. He quickly caught a glimpse of the remains of a monster in a low depression, and it didn't have time to deal with it. Seeing that no one was nearby, Feng Jiming flew to the front and carefully observed the details of the monster wreckage from head to toe.

This is like a giant bear monster beast, the length reaches nearly fifteen feet, the specific type is unknown, it should be between the second and third orders before its death, there are many parts of the body are mutilated, embedded with traces of talismans, and its abdomen has a three-foot-long gap, which contains a lot of fragments of herbs and talismans.

It's a demon golem, and it's exhausted of the remnants of its skin.

Feng Jiming, who has no experience in this, but also has the ability to control puppets, can still distinguish one or two from this kind of monk's puppet, and the main damage of this demon puppet is in the abdomen, as well as the head, which is covered with rough claw marks, and these claw marks ......

It seems more like this demon golem's own masterpiece!

Feng Jiming suddenly found the tearing marks on the giant claws of the demon puppet, saying that since this thing is controlled by the monk, why should he hurt himself? Is the monk who controls it out of control, or is the demon puppet itself out of control?

Both are possible, but the latter is more likely. Judging from what you can see in the camp, the puppet monks are not here, and those who remain here are just miscellaneous servants who take care of the camp and materials.

Who influenced these demon puppets, could it be the mysterious existence that lurked here? It stands to reason that the things that the old thieves of Yuan Chu were very afraid of during their lifetime should have extremely terrifying strength, and cutting off the connection between a demon puppet and the controller should not be a problem at all.

If it were me, if I worked hard, I might be able to do it, the corners of Feng Jiming's mouth were slightly upturned, and a sharp ice crystal was condensed in his right hand, and he threw it on the body of the mutilated demon puppet, the ice crystal seemed to have life, and suddenly pierced through the tough skin of the demon puppet, burrowed into its body, and disappeared without a trace.

This demon puppet may not be buried on the spot, but will find a way to partially reuse it, looking at the traces of partial stitching on the waist of this object, Feng Jiming couldn't help but think that if he could monitor the surrounding situation of this remnant at any time, he might be able to know who was running everything here.

Violence may indeed know all this sooner, but it may not have any effect, after all, there are all small fish and shrimp here, and perhaps not much is known about the real secrets of this period. Of course, if you can detect it quietly, maybe it will be better, dare to touch the mysterious forces here, the power is definitely not as simple as you imagined, and most importantly, maybe you can also cooperate with the other party, there is no need to make enemies at the beginning.

"It's always good to be cautious. He muttered to himself, as if to another voice, but the other responded.

Really asleep?

Feng Jiming looked left and right, and turned to the black?? After walking a few steps in the cave, the moonlight was not very strong tonight, and he could hardly see what was going on inside, he thought about it, and a piece of alien-shaped ice cube condensed in his palm, and threw it towards the cave, unlike the previous ice cube, this ice cube has a ball of aura entangled, which can emit a faint light.

I just look and don't need to go deeper.

Bingling's perception was always there, and Feng Jiming took a few steps forward, his body immediately obscured by the edge of the cave, and his whole body was quickly engulfed in a deep darkness that could not be spied on.

Well?

The darkness of the cave was surprisingly quiet, except for the occasional sound of falling water droplets, it was almost a dead and silent world, with Bingling guiding and peeping in front, Feng Jiming had inadvertently moved forward nearly a hundred steps, but he was not worried, because the surrounding rock walls were all traces of human excavation, and there were even abandoned tools in the corners, although it seemed that they were no longer used, but it showed that this place was safe enough for mortals.

Bingling continued to move forward, but the sound of water droplets in his ears stopped abruptly.

"Come on, ......" another voice suddenly shouted a word, but it was also like being choked by the neck, completely silent.

"What did you say?"

Feng Jiming was startled, but he didn't get an effective response, and when he looked again, he found that Bingling was still moving forward, but he soon discovered the abnormality, and the environment around Bingling had become unchanged, as if he was moving forward in a hole with no features and a uniform whole.

Not good!

Feng Jiming immediately came to his senses, but there was no sound in his ears, except for his slightly increased heartbeat, and the sound of walking and rubbing the ground, it seemed that everything here was silent.

Hearing is not deprived, nor is it closed, but ...... I was quarantined. He reached out to touch the rock wall that he had perceived, but found that his hand could pass through these things that were supposed to exist, he took a deep breath, there was no smell of earth and stone that a mine should have, yes, it was quarantined.

I've fallen into the other party's trap!

Feng Jiming had a complete understanding, he didn't panic, and soon, he found that another person was walking towards him from the darkness, different from his bald old man's appearance, that person was his original appearance!

What does that mysterious being want to do to himself?

Feng Jiming raised his head slightly, there was an extra pale bone spur in his hand, and at the same time he changed back to his own appearance, and then looked at the other party, he also conjured up a bone spur, a hideous appearance, and he was not inferior to himself.

Feng Jiming moved, his eyes were firm and sharp, he flew over quickly, and stabbed the bone spur at the comer, he hated others to imitate his appearance, but the bone spur pounced, and the "self" also jumped back a few steps, and the bone spur in his hand projected out, straight to Feng Jiming's chest.

Sideways translation, Feng Jiming has a full understanding of his own bone spurs, his five fingers suddenly became longer, and the slender bone claws grabbed the bone spurs projected by the comer, yes, it was that kind of cold and condensed feeling, almost the same as his own bone spurs, with a crisp sound, the white bones were crushed into countless dust by Feng Jiming's strength, and they fell one after another.

It's not the same, it's not as sturdy. Although he could absorb this bone spur for his own use, Feng Jiming was still careful not to use such a method, worried that there was a hind hand of the other party hidden in this bone spur.

The short exchange did not make the comer retreat, this time, he condensed a bone spur again, and did not attack, but his cold eyes were full of provocation, and his figure immediately dissipated, disappearing in the darkness.

Hum!

Do you think I'm afraid of this kind of trick Feng Jiming was just about to follow, but suddenly realized that this seemed to be the home of the other party's consciousness, and it was very likely that he was attracting himself to go deeper into the cave more, and this kind of thing may have no return.

Wrong!

I should find a way to get out of trouble as soon as possible, this is the first priority, there is no need to fight with this kind of guy who imitates me, although this mysterious existence is weird, but it doesn't seem to be able to kill me directly.

I see, it's you who is trapped here!

Although I don't know why, those forces in the outside world who want to dig through manpower, or demon puppets to probe here, may also know this. If you are attracted by the means of this mysterious existence and make inappropriate responses, you are likely to fall here.

Scold!

The biggest disadvantage of traps is that if you don't provoke them, they're useless!

Now that he had enlightenment, Feng Jiming decided not to pursue the image anymore, and threw out a light curtain talisman with his hand, wanting to illuminate the surroundings, but found that the light curtain talisman instantly turned into a piece of paper ashes.

Restricted use?

He didn't try anymore, but took out the remnant of the "Sky Cutting Axe", held it tightly in his hand, crouched down, and began to fumble around, thinking about how to quickly return to the hole.

............

Something is wrong!

In Song Weiduo's tomb, Jiang Feng used two other golden retriever diggers to widen the originally excavated passage again, and found that the hastily excavated secret passage actually led to an "urn-shaped" location.

"Check it out!"

Lei Youqi took the lead in making a decision, blessed himself with two shields, and jumped into the secret passage, Fan Xihai followed, Jiang Feng let the three apprentices enter in turn, and he broke off. After everyone entered this place, Lei Youqi sacrificed a "Bright Light Orb", which emits a soft and less heat-free light, which is not easy to attract the extra attention of the spirits, and of course, there is also a weakness, that is, it has no lethality.

It's like a crypt.

The place where the Golden Retriever Digger fell, only a small ear chamber, the group carefully out of here, and found that this is a three-zhang wide corridor. On both sides of the corridor, there are embedded second-order spirit stones that have been exhausted of spiritual power, and the little light that exists is no longer enough to illuminate this place.

With the light of the "Bright Light Magic Ball", several people soon discovered that at the end of this passage, there was a half-human high bronze offering table, on which there was a half-skull-sized blood-colored crystal, which was originally supposed to be spherical, but for some reason, it seemed to be broken, and only a small half was stored here.

In the blood-colored crystal, there seems to contain countless qi and blood power, and when the light shines on it, there is a faint crystal-like thing precipitating, but several people know that this is the illusion of the light, not the real existence.

"Blood River Soul Orb, very good thing!"

Fan Xihai's eyes reflected a gleam, "I didn't expect that this thing was enshrined here, it seems that the waste master you put back before still has the idea of resurrection one day." ”

"Does this thing have such a function?" Lei Youqi asked, he raised the "Bright Light Magic Ball" above his head, wanting to further see the details of this half of the "Blood River Soul Bead", but found that on the wall behind the offering table, there were four black balls embedded in it. Things like demon beasts, but think about it, it shouldn't be, after many years, as long as it's a dead demon beast, most of them have turned into white bones.

Thinking of this, several people couldn't help but look down, but saw that there were not no white bones, but a lot of fine white bone dust, which was under their feet, accumulating about five inches, but they had been mistaken for soft sand before.

"There are still four remnants of the souls of the demon beasts here, and the rest have been absorbed, and the body is long gone. ”

Fan Xihai took the "Bright Light Orb" from Lei Youqi's hand, "The Blood River Soul Bead has a strong attraction to the existence of soul spirits, and will transform their remnant spirits into a mysterious power, thereby ensuring the immortality of the corpses enshrined above. If I'm not mistaken, above the table, there may be a formation used to collect this power and transmit it to the coffin above, that is, we are right below Song Weiduo now. ”

"This half of the Blood River Soul Bead belongs to me, how about it?"

Fan Xihai explained for a long time, and finally said his thoughts, "Only I have a way to take this thing, once you take it, your soul will be torn out by this Blood River Soul Bead, and most of you will lose your life at that time, but fortunately, it is only half a piece, if it is complete, maybe I will be difficult to resist." ”

"How about you let a few magic weapons before?"

Lei Youqi thought about it, he really didn't know much about this thing, as a Danshi, Fan Xihai, maybe what he said was true, but what Fan Xihai wanted to swallow should be extraordinary, at the moment he didn't have much money, and Jiang Feng was the same, otherwise he wouldn't have the idea of taking away the treasure, but it was not appropriate for Jiang Feng to bargain, after all, Fan Xihai would need to help deal with Sun Baotai later, so as an intermediary, it would be appropriate for him to talk about this.

"Hey, you can't say that, it's because you can't afford to collect it, but it's not that I won't let it. Van Seeheden was not pleased, "Why don't you get it according to your ability?" I can let you try it first." But I'm ugly to say earlier, if I was injured to death by the Blood River Soul Orb, I can't blame me for not reminding me. ”

"You" Lei Youqi was choked and sighed, "Brother Fan, you are ......"

"Why, the Great Dao is all obtained by chance, the same reason, what's the matter, Brother Lei, you were promoted to the ground level, don't you even understand this truth?" Fan Xihai didn't give Lei Youqi a chance to reason, and directly pushed back his words with another "bigger" reason.

"Forget it, Brother Lei. ”

Jiang Feng pondered, he really didn't know how to collect this thing, Lei Youqi bargained, it was also for his own sake, the war was imminent, or peace was precious, just then he saw the means of taking the secret box, if Fan Xihai was willing to do his best, the subsequent battle with Sun Baotai could still play some role, and the most important thing was that although Rui Jinmen promised himself, he didn't know what level of monks the other party would send, if it was an auxiliary class, it would still be the two in front of him to act as the main force.

It was the first and last time to cooperate with this fang, although he pinched his nose and endured it, Jiang Feng still sneered at Fan Xihai's quality and even despised it, such people who only think about their own interests can't be friends, let alone hand over their backs to him at a critical moment, and they must be careful about the fighting methods after that.

"The four souls belong to me and Brother Lei, and the Blood River Soul Bead belongs to you, how about it?"