"How many people are there in this waste mine, and what realm is the highest level of cultivation? Mo Shaoge watched Huan Yin rush into the mine and asked urgently.

The big man who was blocking Huan Yin's left side at the beginning quickly walked in front of Mo Shaoge and bowed to him: "Back to the young master, there are a total of sixty-three people in this waste mine, and the highest cultivation is a fellow disciple of the Great Condensation Perfection. ”

This spirit stone mine is a waste mine that was completely mined by the Ten Thousand Poison Gate only three days ago. Today, the sixty-three Qi Condensation disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect came here, which was the reward of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect for these disciples.

After all, even if the ore vein is mined, there will always be some remnants of spirit stone ore trapped in it. These remnant spirit stone mines and ten thousand poison sects have always organized the descendants of the sect to come here, and let them carry out the final excavation here, which can be regarded as a kind of praise for them.

"Oh no!" Mo Shaoge's handsome face frowned for the first time, and then he shouted: "Leave the two of you to guard the entrance of the cave, and the rest of you will quickly chase after me, be sure to kill him as soon as possible!"

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect around naturally didn't think why the young master would be so jealous of a cultivator in the early stage of the ninth layer of condensation, but they still followed Mo Shaoge's order and quickly chased into the cave, leaving only two disciples in the middle of the ninth layer of condensation to guard outside.

After Huan Yin rushed into the mine, his speed slowed down slightly, and his movements became slighter. He didn't know how many people were in this mine and what realm he was cultivating in, so even if he knew that there were pursuers in the future, he had to choose to be cautious.

The mine was dark and damp, and except for the oil lamps that were about to burn out on the walls on both sides, Huan Yin walked for a while and didn't find anything. Even the surrounding spirit stone mines have been emptied, and there is nothing left.

"Is this a depleted vein?" Huan Yin thought.

Then, there was a shout of killing behind him soon, and Huan Yin's heart tightened. Knowing that the pursuers had already entered, his feet kept running, and he kept running deeper into the mine.

The deeper Huan Yin went, the more he found that this mine was so big that not only the road twisted and turned, but also unfathomable. Huan Yin became more and more sure of what he was thinking. He felt that this was probably a depleted vein, because only the veins that were mined to the end would have such a deep cave, after all, mining was from shallow to deep.

Suddenly, a Ten Thousand Poison Sect monk in the middle of the sixth layer of condensation appeared in front of him. Huan Yin sneered, no matter why this Ten Thousand Poison Sect cultivator was in this depleted spirit stone vein. As long as he meets himself, it is his doom.

"Who are you!" Huan Yin quickly stepped up and approached the monk, and the monk's eyes widened, obviously not realizing why there were strange monks in his sect's mines.

The answer to his question was Huan Yin's long sword. Huan Yin flew by. Before he could pause, the monk of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect was already in a different place, and a head rolled to the ground.

Huan Yin took the storage bag that he had just snatched from the sixth-layer Qi Condensing Cultivator and looked at it, and couldn't help but be shocked, because there were more than 70,000 spirit stones in this storage bag at this moment.

"Is it because of this cave?" Huan Yin was surprised in his heart, after all, for ordinary sect disciples, seventy thousand spirit stones was already quite a lot. Huan Yin became rich back then because he shined in the newcomer martial arts. No one else can replicate this experience.

"Senior Brother Wan! That enemy cultivator killed Senior Brother Wan! I want to kill him!" Soon, Huan Yin's shouting of killing behind him turned into anger. Apparently they found the corpse left behind by Huan Yin's murder.

Huan limped and quickly entered through a passage. The mine was big and deep, and he had so many routes to choose from, which made it much more difficult for the people behind him to pursue him.

After a while, a voice sounded behind Huan Yin: "Young master, there are five roads here." What to do?"

"Then it goes without saying, chasing separately, a monk in the early stage of the ninth layer of condensation. ”

......

The sound faded away, as Huan Yin didn't stop, and he quickly continued to move towards the depths of the mine.

Huan Yin's heart has always been extremely nervous. Because he didn't know when he would meet Mo Shaoge at which corner, or even meet someone stronger than him. But now, he knows that he is a headless fly, and worrying too much will not help, so he can only keep shuttling and acting on opportunities.

After a while, another monk from the late stage of the ninth layer of condensation appeared in front of Huan Yin. The monk was digging the spirit stone in front of him greedily, and Huan Yin's sudden appearance surprised him.

However, this monk was obviously extremely experienced in combat, and he saw that Huan Yin was a living person, and his whole body was covered in blood, and his injuries were not light, so he obviously had just experienced a big battle. Those who can experience a big battle in their own sect mines are naturally enemies.

So the monk quickly flew back, and instantly distanced himself from Huan Yin who rushed towards him, and the magic trick in his hand continued, and then he quickly shot three fire dragons and rushed towards Huan Yin.

It's just that the dragon head of the fire dragon has not yet flown out of his palm, and Huan Yin's figure actually collided directly out of the fire dragon, and forcibly knocked the fire dragon he hit away.

"You're not in the early stage of the ninth layer of Qi Condensation!" the monk exclaimed, but before he could close his mouth, he was directly beheaded by Huan Yin's sword. His open mouth and shocked eyes remained on his face.

"Eleven Ten Thousand Spirit Stones!" Huan Yin glanced at the storage bag that had just arrived, and his face was shocked. Ever since he spent a large amount of spirit stones at the auction of the Vessel Workshop in Yijian Peak three years ago to auction the top grade phantom furnace, there were less than 100,000 spirit stones left.

And in the past three years, although the sect has issued spirit stones to the inner disciples every month, for an instrument master like him who needs to buy a large number of sword-casting materials, the amount issued by the sect on a monthly basis is simply not enough to use. So by now, the less than 100,000 spirit stones he had left had already been spent.

"If I can get away with it, this injury is not a loss!" Huan Yin smiled, but this expression appeared on his blood-covered face, which looked particularly gloomy.

In this way, Huan Yin constantly shuttled through the abandoned mines of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, and whenever he encountered the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, he would directly kill them and take their storage bags. Although there were already many people chasing after Huan Yin, there were too many paths to choose in this huge mine, and the monks who were chasing after him separately couldn't find where Huan Yin was, and could only occasionally see the corpses of the same door in the places where Huan Yin passed.

"Evil cultivator, stop, I'm going to kill you!" Huan Yin's extremely angry voice came from behind him, which was from the three monks who had just accidentally bumped into him and then pursued him desperately.

These three monks had been chasing Huan Yin for a while, and they saw the corpses of five of their fellow disciples on the way by, how could they not be angry?

The shouts of the three monks continued, and after following Huan Yin into a path, they suddenly stopped.

"You're going to kill me?" Huan Yin stood across from them, and didn't run away. Because these three monks have been chasing him for so long, he has never found any trace of Mo Shaoge, and the highest cultivation of these three monks is only in the early stage of the ninth layer of condensation, as for the other two, they are not even the ninth layer of condensation.

"Why didn't you run away?" the monk at the beginning of the ninth layer of condensation subconsciously spoke.

The corners of Huan Yin's mouth full of blood slightly pulled up a grim arc: "Didn't you tell me to stop?"

"Senior brother, run!" the monk of the ninth layer of condensing qi suddenly spoke, and then turned around and wanted to turn back to the road just now.

It's a pity that they are faster than Huan Yin's sword qi. Three screams rang out, and their lives ended. I don't know if they figured out before they died, why they were chasing a strong man with a fierce attitude.

Mo Shaoge was already about to go crazy, because he didn't know where Huan Yin was now, even if he could occasionally hear Huan Yin's voice from a distance, but after a few turns, he lost it again.

Along the way, Mo Shaoge saw only the corpses of his fellow disciples and the blood sprinkled all over the ground. This abandoned mine cave was originally a reward place arranged by the Ten Thousand Poison Sect for these disciples, but today it has become their grave and a place for Huan Yin to kill wantonly.

For the first time, Mo Shaoge experienced a sense of powerlessness in a Qi Condensing Cultivator, and even began to regret his act of chasing and killing Huan Yin.

"Thief, do you dare to come out and fight me head-on!" Mo Shaoge roared, shaking the entire mine to a buzzing sound.

"Frontal battle? Hmph, do you think this is a martial art? Today, I am going to kill the people of your Ten Thousand Poison Sect, as long as I don't die for a moment, I will kill one more of your disciples. If you let me live today, I will kill your Ten Thousand Poison Sect and destroy all your sect in the coming day!" Huan Yin's voice came from Mo Shaoge's right front.

Mo Shaoge was startled, and immediately swept in that direction, but he chased a few corners, but he didn't find Huan Yin's figure at all - Huan Yin didn't know which way to turn again.

"Young master, there are corpses of the same sect everywhere, and the spirit stones they collected are also ...... It was also taken away by the evil cultivator. Young master, we need the support of the sect. A monk found Mo Shaoge and ran over with a frightened face, as if he could have a little sense of security by Mo Shaoge's side.

"Support?This mine is all in ruins, where will there be any of our disciples around here?And are you going to let me tell the door master that I can't even take a single Qi Condensing Cultivator, so I need support?" Mo Shaoge yelled, he was already furious.

"If you're afraid of death, get out! This young master must find him out, and he must be tortured to death!" In the monk's frightened eyes, Mo Shaoge rushed forward again, leaving him alone. (To be continued.) )