Gan Pinghe never thought that he would work like an ordinary person, burrowing into the deep rock formations, wielding an iron pickaxe to dig out the source blocks contained in them. It's just that the momentum is stronger than people, and I have to bow my head. He is seriously injured and has not healed at the moment, and there is not even a trace of aura in this damn place, even if there is a trace of aura for him to absorb, he can run a trace of true yuan and open his ring. However, to Gan Ping's disappointment, no matter how he perceived it, there was no other Yuan Force except for the strange energy that existed in heaven and earth.

This should be the divine power passed down by word of mouth here, the spirit people are high, they oppress the human race here in every way, and compare themselves to gods, this strange power is called divine power. Perhaps because of the race, there are no people of the human race who can absorb and refine this strange power, so it has created a situation where only the spirit race can cultivate here, and in this way, there are naturally two kinds of people.

In the eyes of these Spirit Clans, this Terran is an inferior race, just like those monsters, they can shout, scold, and even slaughter at will. Gan Ping could not imagine what kind of suffering the Terrans here had suffered. However, Gan Ping is not a savior, he cannot save them at all, and he has no leisure to save these people. According to Lao Zhangtou, the number of human races here is more than a hundred times that of the spirit race, but they are still forbidden to be enslaved by the spirit race, which makes Gan Ping sigh in his heart The horror of the habit, obviously the human beings here have accepted their fate and no longer resist.

Although the strength of those Spirit Clansmen guarding the ore veins is not high, they have a strange thing in their hands, which is almost as powerful as the divine thunder of the Immortal Cultivation Realm, and the power is extremely amazing. On the day he arrived, Gan Ping had already seen this kind of thing in the hands of the leader, the length of the swarthy arm, with a small knob on it, and when pressed it, it would shoot out a fist-sized ball of light, and the power would blow up a small mountain.

One such thing is called a lightning strike, and it can easily launch more than a dozen balls of light with such power, and it can even eject all the energy in it at once, which is really amazing. And listening to the leader of the people, such a lightning strike is only the lowest kind, if you encounter that high-level, even thousands of troops will turn into ashes in an instant. Therefore, Gan Ping extinguished the idea of fighting, the lightning strike in the hands of the small leader of the spirit clan can still resist it, if it is really sent out by hundreds of people at the same time, he will definitely be killed alive before he is seriously injured. What's more, in the hands of the unseen Grand Commander, there is an even more powerful purple lightning strike?

The most important thing at the moment is to repair the injury, and even more so to find a spirit stone. Gan Ping had already faintly sensed that this side of the world must be connected with the hero's mound, maybe it was the remnants of the ancient spirit race and the human race, maybe he could find a spirit stone here.

However, Gamping's greatest hope is to find a source that all the people say, and in the mouths of these people, the source is said to be miraculous, almost omnipotent, and one of the important things that make the lightning strike. This made Gan Ping faintly feel that this source might be similar to the spirit stone, if he could really find a piece to absorb, maybe he would be able to open his ring.

As if he couldn't stand the blow of no good wine, the little thing Huo'er began to fall asleep as soon as he arrived in this realm, and he never came out of his arms for many days. But it is precisely in this way that it has reduced a lot of trouble for Gan Ping, except for the two old Zhang Tou's ancestors and grandsons, only a few people have seen the little thing Huo'er.

A twine rope was firmly tied to his shoulder, and at the other end of the rope was a palm-sized flying insect. This flying insect that flashes with light is the light source that Gan Ping used when digging ore veins here. In fact, with Gan Ping's current spiritual dragon cultivation, even without a trace of light source, he can see clearly in this hole where he can't see his fingers, but in order to avoid shocking the world, he still carries this lantern worm.

Although the fracture of his body has not healed, Gan Ping is the fastest digging speed of all people. The people here, no one was assigned a direction, and they were digging into the steel-solid stone wall with iron pickaxes, and if they couldn't complete their work every day, they would have nothing to eat. The stone wall here is extremely hard, even if a strong man tries his best, every day from morning to night without stopping, can only dig out half a zhang long, and Gan Ping opened three or four zhang in one breath on the first day of going down the well. The emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, even if Gan Ping is seriously injured at the moment, but the strength is much stronger than ordinary people, the iron pickaxe of more than 100 catties is like a bean sprout in his hand, and he has to think from time to time, don't use too much force to destroy this iron pickaxe.

At this time, the group discovered that this sick-looking young man was not an ordinary person, and that the body that could be pushed down with a finger contained such a great power, which was really unseemly. It is a common problem to follow the strong no matter where they are, and after the red Gan Ping exchanged for something as rich as it was but failed to snatch it, these people did everything possible to get close to Gan Ping.

In this source mine, naturally whoever does more food will have more food, although the spirit people are extremely harsh, but for these strong laborers who can go down the mine to dig the source mine for them, they don't owe half a penny. After all, who would have a money-making machine that couldn't get by? After Gan Ping had dug three zhang in one day, the alarmed mine owner immediately rewarded Gan Ping with a large amount of rich food, and even piled up several sturdy iron picks on the side of Ganping's ore veins. Obviously, the owner of this mine has already regarded Gan Ping as a golden rooster that lays eggs, and with such a speed, wouldn't it be just around the corner to dig out the source mine?

As for the kind-hearted Lao Zhangtou and Lingling who met on the ghost car that day, they were assigned to the back kitchen to do chores because of their lack of physical strength. There is little work to do, and there is not much natural food, but fortunately, Gan Ping does not need to eat at all, just drink some water every day, so all the food is given to the two grandparents. Lingling is only thirteen or fourteen years old, it is the time to grow her body, and these foods come at the right time, so Lao Zhangtou has no reason to refuse.

Although Gan Ping still looked sick on the surface, the injuries on his body had healed, and the misplaced internal organs had also been rejuvenated under Gan Ping's strong recovery power, but a month had passed in the world, and the source mine had no clue. Gan Ping sat diagonally at the mouth of the cave, with a stalk of grass in his mouth, and there was a clanging digging sound from it, and it was the fire that waved the iron pickaxe in it, and this little thing was more powerful than himself, and in two or three strokes it would smash a whole rock to pieces, but the iron pickaxe would not be the same.

In this cave, only the iron pickaxe where Gan Ping is located wears the fastest, but the depth of travel is also the farthest, which is thousands of zhang away. According to the owner of the mine, if there is no source ore for another 3,000 zhang, it will have to be excavated in another direction.

A tattered iron pickaxe whistled out with a strong wind, and it was Huo'er who threw out the iron pickaxe that could no longer be used, so Gan Ping didn't care whether the iron pickaxe was worn out, and now his injuries were healed, and if he really dug with all his strength, he could dig to the bottom in one day. But that's really shocking, not to mention that his injuries haven't healed yet, so he can delay for a few days.

Smiled bitterly and raised his left hand, which was still a blur of flesh and blood, although it was much better than a month ago, the dark golden bones could still be seen in many places at the arm bones. This spatial power is too stubborn, and without the help of True Yuan Mana, it is difficult to expel this power with a physical body alone. The strong recovery power of Gan Ping's body makes this wound continue to derive flesh and blood, and the power of this space is constantly preventing the wound from healing, fortunately Gan Ping's essence and blood are deep, otherwise, he would have been bleeding to death for a month.

A figure jumped out of the cave, reached out and twisted the steel pickaxe in his hand into a twisted flower and threw it aside, and plunged into Ganping's arms. sighed helplessly, it seems that today's work is done, and more than ten iron pickaxes have been worn on his face, and Huo'er has been digging more than ten zhang away in this moment. I heard that the mine owner was muttering that the iron pickaxe he used was too expensive two days ago, and he wanted to order an iron pickaxe made of cold iron for himself, and said that those high-level absentees in other mines had such magic weapons.

It's ridiculous that the owner of this mine still thinks that he can stay in this small place for the rest of his life, and it will not be possible to dig a vein for him? Gan Ping has secretly made a decision that as long as his injuries are healed, he will leave this place after digging the source mine. It's been too long, I don't know what the situation is in the Tianfu Continent, I have to find a way to go back, after all, this is not my home.

If the source ore can really replace the spirit stone, then he will have no scruples, and he will be able to recover his cultivation to the fullest, in the face of these weak spirit people, who can stop himself? It's a pity that in a vein, the source ore that can be produced is only more than ten catties, and when he came, this mine was just excavated, and now so much time has passed, and it has not been excavated to the vein.

Reluctantly put down the sleeve of his left arm, Gan Ping leaned against the mountain wall, intending to rest for a while, although he couldn't cultivate, Gan Ping also took advantage of this time to sort out all what he had learned before, but he didn't waste his efforts. When Gan Ping's eyes narrowed slightly, and when his right hand kept pinching, there were bursts of scolding in the distance, mixed with the cry of a woman. Hearing this voice, Gan Ping's eyes were full of light, and he could already hear that the voice was from Lingling.