Five hundred black-clad elites followed the path in the valley into the interior of the Red Tou Mountain, the narrow mountain path delaying their journey slightly, but soon, they found a path that winded upwards on the left side of the valley.

Next to the path stood a rudimentary wooden sign, painted horizontally in red paint, which looked like a "one", but of course, it could just be a meaningless horizontal line.

It doesn't matter what it is, it's the way to the mountain.

The leading Jindan monk waved his hand, and the team of five hundred people was divided into two parts, one hundred people stayed in the valley, and the remaining four hundred people climbed into the mountain, and their goal was the spirit stone mine on the mountain.

There are countless primordial stones in the spirit stone mine, and under the interaction of the characteristics of the rough skin, a unique field will be formed, which will prohibit the operation of all forms of spiritual power.

Of course, this forbidden effect has a certain scope of effect.

In Hongtou Mountain, the six mining areas are all near the mountainside, and except for the valley below, all six mountains are shrouded in forbidden fields.

The man in black didn't take a few steps up the mountain before he felt a shock of spiritual power around him, and then he completely died down.

For those who can't use their spiritual power, the men in black have long been prepared, and each of them has a black-bladed dagger stuck in their waists, in order to take the lead in hand-to-hand combat.

The mountain road was narrow and rugged, and the men in black were densely packed together, struggling to ascend.

As soon as they turned a corner, the men in black were stunned to find that a boulder was firmly blocking the way. Behind the boulder, a head poked out from time to time, looking nervously at them.

"Don't come here!" said the man behind the stone in a trembling tone, "If you go any further, I will push the stone down!"

The man in black at the head frowned and whispered, "Disperse!"

The people in black scattered in an instant, making way for the mountain road.

It is true that the mountain is steep, and the road beyond it is even more rugged, but for a strong monk, it is still possible to barely stand on his feet.

Seeing that the man in black ignored him, the man behind the stone became even more flustered.

He swallowed hard and stumbled, "There are only miners on the mountain, and there are no people from the Hidden Sword Gate. If you want to fight, go to the south to fight, what are you going to do up the mountain?"

The man in black led by him secretly glanced in a certain direction, and then looked at the man behind the stone: "Are you a miner?"

The man nodded: "That's right, don't come up, you can't move the original stone on the mountain for half a while, if you win the Hidden Sword Gate, the stone will naturally be yours!"

The man in black narrowed his eyes: "Since you are a miner, why do you wear the clothes of a disciple of the Hidden Sword Sect?"

The man's face was full of grievances: "It's the people from the Hidden Sword Gate who don't let us wear it, if you don't like it, I can take it off." As long as you don't go up the mountain, all the miners can take off their clothes. ”

"Don't go up the mountain?" the man in black shook his head, "What do you think so many of us are here for?"

The man was stunned for a moment: "Isn't it just to grab ores! But you people can only move a few pieces in total, so it is better to go over there and fight if you have this kind of effort!"

"Boy, do you really think we're here to move ore?"

The man was stunned.

The man in black said again: "Do you really think that I am bored to talk to you this nonsense?"

The man was shocked.

At this moment, a sturdy black figure swooped down on the man behind the stone from the side like lightning.

It turned out that a man in black took advantage of the moment of speaking, bypassed from the side, and directly threw the miner to the ground.

As soon as the man fell, the man in black pressed the miner with one hand, and quickly pulled out the dagger at his waist with the other. The dark light shone in the night sky and slashed at the miner's throat.

The corners of the mouths of the four hundred men in black who were watching the excitement flashed with ridicule, a small miner dared to take advantage of the geographical advantage to tell them about the conditions? What are you kidding! Just send someone over and kill you! It's boring!

Seeing that the miners were about to die on the spot, a shocking protrusion occurred!

The miner didn't know where to get the strength, so he pushed the man in black away violently, and then stepped on the wrist of the man in black holding the knife.

The man in black was in pain, and the dagger left his hand and rolled down the hillside.

The miner stepped forward, grabbed the placket of the man in black with both hands, lifted him high, and threw it with all his might, smashing it into a boulder in the middle of the mountain road.

The boulder babbled and shook twice, and rolled diagonally down the slope with the force of the smash.

The black-clothed man in that direction hurriedly dodged, but there was a steep slope under his feet, and it was not easy to exert force, coupled with the dense crowd, more than a dozen people fell to the ground and were rolled solidly by the boulder.

A boulder more than one person high. The monks did not have half of their spiritual power to protect their bodies, and even if their physical bodies were stronger than ordinary people, they were extremely limited.

The boulder rolled over, and the ground was blood-red, and five or six people saw that they could not survive, and the other seven or eight people were also seriously injured and lost their combat strength on the spot.

The black-clothed man led by him was angry, roared angrily, and rushed in the direction of the miners, and the other seven Jin Dan were not far behind, relying on their superior physical fitness, they surrounded the miners from all directions.

The miner was also a clever man, and as soon as the stone rolled down, he turned and ran, and found a pleasant spot on the side of the hill and rolled on the spot, and rolled down the hill with a resounding howl.

The eight Jindan monks stopped, slightly hesitating.

It's easy to go up and hard to go down, and with such a steep hill, if you want to go down quickly, "rolling" may be the only right way. But they are the elite of the elite...... The face still has to be wanted.

The leader beckoned behind him, called five foundation building disciples, and ordered, "Chase!"

The expressions of the five disciples were surprisingly similar, their noses twitching, and the corners of their mouths turned up. After looking at each other for a while, they finally gritted their teeth and rolled down the mountain.

The hillside is overgrown with shrubs, but these unlucky shrubs also like to grow barbs on their bodies, which are hot and painful to hang on people.

Where had the five black-clothed disciples suffered such a crime, and after enduring a breath of time, they finally howled out one after another.

Fortunately, the foot of the mountain is right in front of you.

The five disciples had already felt the long-lost spiritual power revived in their bodies, and with the blessing of the aura, their skin had become indestructible again.

Shicai's pain still lingered, and a black-clothed disciple let out a long breath, barely stopping his howl. At this time, he was surprised to find that the four terrible cries of pain around him had disappeared at some point.

"Tougher than me?" The black-clothed man was a little unhappy, and his spiritual power turned and bounced up, but a golden light suddenly appeared in front of him, and countless cow hair golden needles covered his face and attacked him.

The man in black subconsciously sacrificed a round shield to block his face, but tragically passed by the golden needle by a fraction of a margin.

After a sharp pain in his face, the man in black fell to the ground, and before he could completely lose consciousness, he saw the bodies of four comrades lying not far away.

What the hell is going on?

This is the last doubt of this black-clothed elite in this life.

"Who's there!"

"What's the situation!"

There were a few shouts in the distance, and soon, three black figures rushed in, and it was the black-clothed people who stayed at the foot of the mountain who heard that there was something abnormal here, and sent a few people over to check the situation.

Soon, they found five bodies on the ground.

One person squatted down and looked at it carefully, and said in a heavy tone while watching: "All five people died, there are countless scars on their bodies, the fatal injuries are all on the face, and the wounds have traces left by the golden line spell, which is a bit like a garbage spell called 'Covering the Sky and Rain', but the cultivator's cultivation is extremely high, and there is no doubt that it should be a Jindan monk." ”

"Talent!"

An exclamation came from behind the black-robed man, obviously expressing great agreement with his judgment.

The black-robed man's face turned pale, and then he felt a little strange, why was this person's voice so unfamiliar? He turned around suspiciously, and unexpectedly there was a golden needle in front of him.

"Sure enough...... It's covering the sky!" The black-robed man hooked the corners of his mouth, soft to the ground.

The miner who had been playing with the stones before finally revealed his figure, collected the belongings of the disciples of the Duobao Sect, and soon disappeared into the mountains and forests.

When a man in black in the Jindan period felt that the situation was wrong and rushed to check it in person, he only saw eight sleek corpses mocking him silently.

What the hell is going on?

Similar questions rang in his mind.

Suddenly, a wave of qi surged behind him, almost knocking him to the ground, and three explosions sounded in his ears almost at the same time:

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The black-clothed Jin Dan forcibly suppressed the surging blood in his chest, turned to look in the direction he came, and said in a puzzled voice:

"Lao Lin?"

The one who was called Lao Lin was another Jindan monk who stayed at the bottom of the mountain, and he heard a few miserable howls not far away, so he sent three disciples to check, but he didn't know that these three people had never returned.

They are now in someone else's lair, and they must not be careless.

Lao Lin and his partner Lao Jiang discussed a little, and Lao Jiang went to investigate in person, while he continued to stay at the beginning of the mountain road, on the one hand, to meet his comrades who went up the mountain, and on the other hand, to prevent accidents.

The accident came too suddenly, and as soon as Lao Jiang left on his front foot, the disciples who stayed behind were attacked.

In the middle of the left-behind crowd, a small hole suddenly cracked in the ground silently, and three fiery red beads jumped out lightly, rolling slowly in three different directions.

Lao Lin was the highest in cultivation and the fastest to react, and blurted out a sentence: "Grandma's, Thunder Fire Bead!"

At this time, it was too late to say anything, and after three loud bangs, there were nearly a hundred black-clothed people, and only Lao Lin was left who could barely stand there.

Lao Jiang, who had just heard the sound, was stupid on the spot as soon as he came back, and the elite of the Duobao Sect, who was still high-spirited just now, had already lay on the ground with a blur of flesh and blood, and the only one who still looked like a person Lao Lin was already completely amused when he saw that expression.

Lao Jiang rushed over with blood-red eyes, grabbed Lao Lin's neck, and roared angrily: "Tell me, what happened?"