This is the end of the passage, Qi Mu had been buried here by the collapsed ninth floor before, and now standing here, he can clearly see the traces of the fracture on the wall of the passage.

There was a sound behind a few people, and the fat man dug over with a snort, and while wiping the sweat stains on his forehead with the sleeve of his robe, he opened his mouth and was about to complain, but when he looked at the traces of battle all over the ground, he obediently closed his mouth.

Qi Mu was too lazy to look at the fat man's stupidity, and said to Qian Yang: "What should I do next?

The fat man was upset when he saw Qi Mu, glared at him fiercely and said, "It's not fun to be buried once?"

"You're holding on to the top, you're so big!" Qi Mu is trying to find fault.

Seeing that the two of them were about to fight again, Qian Yang hurriedly separated them and opened his mouth to change the topic: "Why don't you try to dig first, it shouldn't be a big problem to dig less." ”

The fat man nodded: "Since Xiao Qizi is so good at digging, let him dig it! I have to rest for a while!" He is also really tired, he just dug all the way, and he is really unbearable at this time.

"Then I'll dig it!" Qi Mu didn't care, anyway, it wasn't the first time, as long as he was with these people, he was destined to dig a hole.

Qian Yang found a wall and sat down and said to Qi Mu: "I'll reply first, and I'll take over your shift later!"

Although the Mine Spirit Pill just now restored most of Qian Yang's physical strength, it didn't let him reach the best state, he planned to return his physical strength to full first, and then said, his physical strength can directly affect his combat effectiveness, and it is only safe to maintain full combat strength at all times in this ruin.

Qi Mu waved his shovel and was about to act, but the fat man suddenly frowned: "Why is the Yin Qi here so heavy? I feel that the power of the earth here has been suppressed a lot weaker!"

"It was the Yin Spirit just now! In the late second order, I felt so cold as soon as it came out. Tang Xiaoguo hugged his shoulders and shook it, as if it was really cold.

The fat man shook his head, dragged his body around twice in the vicinity, and from time to time stretched out his hand to touch the wall of the cave. Finally, he pointed in one direction and said, "The Yin Qi coming from there is much thicker than ours here, could it be a bigger guy?"

"Bigger guy?" Tang Xiaoguo opened his mouth wide: "Won't it?"

"The third order is the third order, I'm still afraid that he won't make it!" Qi Muhun didn't care, raised the shovel and dug towards the place where the fat man was pointing.

Of course, it is indeed impossible for there to be a third-order yin spirit in this ruin, the third-order yin spirit is equivalent to a monk in the Jindan stage, and the ruins of the level of Wuliang Valley really can't raise such a high-level spirit beast.

Since it is not a third-order yin spirit, what can it emit a stronger yin qi than a second-order late-stage yin spirit?

The answer is: a lot of Yin Spirits!

Behind the earthen wall that the fat man pointed to, a large space was unusually cleared out by the Yin Spirits at this time, and this space looked like a square. In the middle of this square, a porcelain vase was placed upright, and the yin spirits had dug up some glowing fluorites from somewhere, and stacked them neatly next to the porcelain vase.

Clusters of yin spirits with different images and vague faces all surrounded the porcelain vase, standing silent! At a glance, the sense of déjà vu of the evil ritual came to the face. These Yin Spirits were of different strengths, but without exception, their bodies exuded a cold aura, and countless Yin Qi gathered together, and the momentum was amazing.

Without warning, there was a sound of earth and stone toppling, and the Yin Spirits turned their heads in unison, staring directly at the large hole that had just been dug in the cave wall.

The one who caused the catastrophe was a middle-aged red-robed man, who accidentally dug up the Yin Spirit base camp, and looked at the Yin Spirit army that suddenly appeared in front of him, and the feeling of inner urgency Huo Ran rose from under his feet.

The middle-aged red robe unconsciously put the shovel across his chest and slowly stepped back, forgetting that there was someone else behind him, but this retreat happened to be firmly stepped on the feet of the person behind him.

The person who was trampled on was amazing, it was Jin Zhanpeng, the young sect master of the Infinite Valley who had the world in mind, and the others were still in the narrow passage, but they didn't know the situation ahead, they only knew that the unsightly subordinate was digging a hole and retreated to step on his feet.

Jin Zhanpeng frowned, pulled out his foot hard, and then kicked the middle-aged red robe's buttocks. The red robe staggered, and in a graceful flat sand and falling goose style, he stuck headlong in front of the feet of a yin spirit.

That Yin Spirit is just a small shrimp of the first order, if it is placed in normal times, the middle-aged red robe can be sent away with a wave of his hand, and he doesn't bother to take a second look at it at all. But today, under the gaze of hundreds of Yin Spirits, he didn't dare to make a mistake at all, slowly raised his head and pulled out an ugly smile at the little Yin Spirit, and then he didn't dare to move there.

The middle-aged red robe fell to the ground, and Jin Zhanpeng finally saw the big scene in front of him. The young sect master's face was a little stiff, but he was not shocked, his body took another step forward with the leg that kicked the person, and he also pulled the other red-robed person behind him to his side.

There were only three people left in the Infinite Valley who had entered the ruins before, and they followed the traces created by the collapse all the way to here, and sure enough, they found something unusual. At this time, Jin Zhanpeng's gaze firmly fell on the porcelain vase surrounded by the Yin Spirit.

It was a half-arm-high celadon vase, with a peculiar shape, a slender neck, an oval belly, and shoulders decorated with three strings, and some patchwork patterns on the bottle. Because it was too far away, Jin Zhanpeng couldn't see it very really, but vaguely felt that it should be some kind of graphic patch of architecture and spirit beasts.

Time seemed to stand still, and the Yin Spirits stared coldly at the intruder, but their bodies did not move. Jin Zhanpeng stood on the edge with a red robe, not moving. The red robe lying on the ground tried his best to maintain the status quo, only his eyes were rolling around in his bones.

After being silent for a long time, Jin Zhanpeng saw that the Yin Spirit had no intention of attacking, and at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, his mind was alive: "This is the old nest of the Yin Spirit? If you say so, the porcelain vase surrounded by the Yin Spirit is amazing!" Jin Zhanpeng glanced at the Yin Spirit in the square again, and it was easy to find a few more second-order late-stage ones among them.

"What level of prehistoric antiques can be paid into them like treasures by several second-order late-stage Yin Spirits? How much aura does it contain? At least there must be a third-order grade, right? Doesn't that mean that if you can get your hands on it, the golden pill will be just around the corner?"

Jin Zhanpeng's breathing became heavy, he had been trapped in the Great Perfection of Foundation Building for many years, and the achievement of Jindan was his greatest expectation, but the prehistoric antiques that could make people break through the bottleneck of Jindan were really too rare, even if he raised the power of the Infinite Valley, after so many years, let alone finding an antique of this level, he couldn't even find some specious clues.

If the monk wants to break through, if he does not have suitable prehistoric antiques, he can only rely on his own water grinding work. The monk's quest for immortality is to go against the sky, and every breakthrough is difficult, and there is no one in ten thousand who can achieve the golden pill by his own strength. Even with the extraordinary qualifications of the Jin Shao Sect Master, coupled with the investment of the sect regardless of the cost, whether he can take that step before the longevity is exhausted is between the two.

But if he gets the right prehistoric antiques, then everything will be very different! As long as he absorbs the aura in it, Jin Dan will be able to establish himself, and more importantly, it will save him a lot of time.

Jin Zhanpeng, as a foundation building monk, has a life span of 200 years, don't look at him as just a middle-aged man, in fact, he is nearly 100 years old, and it is not a day's work to be able to cultivate to the great perfection of foundation building. He still has a hundred years of longevity left, if there are no antiques, even if everything goes well, he will be lucky to be able to step into Jindan before his longevity is exhausted, and he will add another two hundred longevity yuan at that time.

Pretty good, isn't it?

Not really. Every step of the monk's path forward is much more difficult than before, with the resources he has at his disposal, it is absolutely impossible to go further with this newly obtained two-hundred-year lifespan, if there is no accident, Jin Dan will be the end of Jin Zhanpeng's life!

Will Jin Zhanpeng be willing? Of course not! The young sect master's goal is the sea of stars, how can he be willing to be trapped in Jindan!

Even so, a suitable prehistoric antique represents an endless future for him. If nothing else, let's just say that this antique can make him step into the Jindan period a hundred years in advance, which is equivalent to giving him an extra hundred years of time to impact Yuanying out of thin air, although the chance of success is still slim, but it is by no means unattainable.

Besides, if Jin Zhanpeng entered the Jindan a hundred years in advance, how much would his ability to collect resources improve? Will the Infinite Valley have an extra Jindan and be able to go further? How many resources will fall into the pocket of the young sect master at that time?

Greed flashed in Jin Zhanpeng's eyes, but a smile already appeared on the corner of his mouth. This chance actually appeared in the back garden of his house, could this be the legendary destiny of heaven? Looking at the group of yin spirits in front of him, the young sect master's face showed disdain: But a group of second-order garbage, I can't cure you, my father can't cure you? Since the antiques appear in the ruins of my family, they are destined to be in my bag!

"Hahaha!" Jin Zhanpeng couldn't help laughing. He was happy about his future, and at the same time he was laughing at the yin spirits. If the Yin Spirits did it at this time, it would definitely cause him a lot of trouble, but for some reason, the Yin Spirits seemed to have some scruples, and just stood there blankly.

Since Yin Ling doesn't do anything, when the young sect master goes back and moves the rescuers, these bullish things in front of him will be set up into a chicken and a dog!

"Kerala~"

The unexpected sound interrupted Jin Zhanpeng's YY, the corners of his mouth fell, and the opportunity was ahead, and any accident would make him unhappy. Turning his head to the side of the sound, Jin Zhanpeng saw a shovel poking out from the wall next to him, and then, the shovel shook left and right, and a large hole appeared on the earth wall.

The smoke and dust from the falling earth and rocks slowly dissipated, and a young red-robed man with a shovel in his hand walked into the square in a daze.