Before sunset, more than 100 houses of all kinds were built, and everyone returned to the house to live and cook, prepare their own dinner, and at the end of the thrilling day, they couldn't wait to rest early and wash away their fatigue and fear.

Fang Yan set up his residence on a relatively prominent hill, where the vegetation was sparse, and there were disciples living nearby, and the first thing to make a home here was safety. Moreover, this place is very far away from Qin Shouyi's residence, and Fang Yan waited until he chose his residence first, and then he chose the farthest place from him, and it was better to stay away from the people who calculated him at that time.

The wooden hut was built quickly, and Fang Yan laid out a set of Vajra Soul Locking Array in his residence, which was the only formation he could bring out in his hand, but it was better than this, but he didn't receive it, so he could only continue to use it, but it was used to protect such a small area, mainly for vigilance, but it was enough.

Got a few tables and chairs and other utensils casually, Fang Yan took out the dry food and spirit wine he carried with him, spread them on the table and ate them slowly, and took out another jade slip casually, bored

I don't know how long this garrison mission will last, whether there is still a gap for rest and rotation in the middle, Fang Yan really doesn't want to waste time here, it's not good to do something with these idle time, but nothing can be done here. Fang Yan really didn't understand Qin Shouyi, why did he come here with him, he still dared to do it in front of everyone's eyes, it is said that he tried every means to push Fang Yan into danger, wouldn't it be better for him to fend for himself.

Since he also came, Fang Yan must be more wary of him, what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd.

Early the next morning, without waiting for the dialect to fully recover, the group was assigned to duty, even the few seriously injured, which showed that there was a serious shortage of manpower in the mining area. After a short time, more than 100 people were divided into several groups, and some people walked into the mine with the group of people who spoke in dialects, without saying where they were going, and no one asked.

At this time, Fang Yan's heart was also slightly relieved, because Qin Shouyi was not separated from him, but entered another team, as if he was still serving as some captain, and left with the team with a lively face. In the world of cultivators, the first thing to cultivate is, no matter what, it is generally decided by the person with high cultivation, this guy has nine layers of qi refining, and it is considered to be the highest cultivation among the disciples, and it is natural to hold a position.

And Fang Yan is still the sixth layer of qi refining, and he is stuck in the middle of qi refining, and he can't advance an inch by inch, speaking of which, it has been almost two years since he entered the sixth layer, but he can't break through this level of entering the late stage, and the growth of cultivation is now slower than that of a turtle.

In the past two years, Fang Yan couldn't bear the anxiety in his heart, and he had forcibly attacked twice, both of which ended in failure, and this time he almost injured the meridians, so scared that he didn't dare to come nonsense anymore, so he could only continue to cultivate step by step, looking forward to when the spiritual power increased to a certain level, or after sensing that layer of barriers, he would impact the seventh layer of qi refining again, otherwise the consequences of failing again might be very serious.

"This damn qualification, the abominable Five Spirit Roots. "As soon as Fang Yan thinks of the two forcible impacts, he will hate his Five Spirit Root qualifications, this kind of feeling of being stuck by the barrier is really uncomfortable, and it is no wonder that some monks who are not determined will give up the motivation to continue to promote upwards, and instead start to pay attention to some things that have nothing to do with cultivation.

The group walked silently in the mine road, and the newly built roads seemed wide enough for a large car to pass through them, and dozens of people still looked open on the road. The passage stretched smoothly downward, and it was not known where they were going, and no one wanted to ask that question, and it was almost the same when they got here, no better than any worse.

Like everyone else, Fang Yan silently thought about his thoughts, and walked forward with the team calmly, walking deeper and deeper in the mine road, and gradually felt a chill on his body, and the monks all condensed the magic shield, and Fang Yan did not want to be looked at differently and condensed a thin body shield on the surface of the body.

The deeper the cold became, the more pressing it became, and all the disciples used spells to prop up their shields at this time to resist the biting cold. Along the way, the surrounding area of the mine appeared even smoother, not artificially trimmed, but soaked and eroded by these Yin Spiritual Qi, and it became like this in a short period of time.

When we arrived at a slightly larger cave, there were quite a few people standing or sitting, there were no monks along the way, but there were dozens of people here, some sitting cross-legged, some gathering together to chat, and a few people sitting in front of rows of cabinets, looking like stewards.

When I arrived here, the cold outside the body suddenly disappeared, and the body instantly felt very relaxed, and there may also be a formation set up here for the monks who have been mining here for a long time to rest, for most monks of other attributes, the long-term erosion of the Yin Spirit Vein has a great impact on their own cultivation.

The leader of the group just said hello to a few of the people who looked like stewards, and then led the group through the area and continued to walk forward. Their direction is not to the mining area, but to another narrower trail that belongs to a different part of the mining area.

The dialect faintly came from the distant mining area, and I saw that there would be a hole every other section, leading to the various mining passages, and I didn't know what the scene was inside, and where the place I had passed was below. The dialect secretly wrote down this way, and if there was an accident in the future, he would find a way to return here and leave a way for himself to survive through the familiar river underground.

Deepening through the narrow path, the group struggled for about two hours, and then followed the group to a dimly lit cavern. This place is estimated to be hundreds of zhang deep from the ground, but the Yin Spirit Qi has weakened a lot, as if it has left the ore vein, and the surrounding cave walls do not see a light blue light, they are all some hard and black rocks, and I don't know why they came here.

Not far ahead, many people were digging hard there, and there was a clanging sound of iron and stone, which made Fang Yan can't help but be curious, this is not a mining area, and these people are digging some useless things here.

Approaching, several deacons in the foundation building period stood there, respectfully listening to what an elderly monk in the Qi cultivation period with white hair said, nodding his head in response from time to time, and then conveying instructions to the disciples who were working beside him.

I don't know the dialect, but I heard from the disciples around me that the old monk was a very famous prospector, a distinguished guest invited by the sect not long ago. At this time, a deacon walked towards them quickly and said to a few disciples who led the team: "A few senior nephews have come just in time, Uncle Shi urgently needs a large number of people here, let them come over to help first, there is no hurry to defend, and then go and call some people, you must be fast." ”

Then he couldn't help but arrange errands for the dialects, and each of them was given a set of mining equipment, which was to temporarily arrest them and participate in the excavation together. Dozens of people couldn't help but look at each other, but none of them dared to object, this was arranged by the deacon, and they all obediently picked up the pickaxe and dug it up with those people.

At this time, Fang Yan's doubts deepened, not because he was rearranged for an errand, but because he came all the way, but found that Lihuomen's main mind seemed not to be mining, but to be anxious to discover a new mine.

While thinking wildly, Fang Yan followed the crowd and dug it up, slowly digging through the big and small gaps in this hard black rock, and as for why he did this, Fang Yan was as ignorant as everyone else.

For more than ten days in a row, the dialect is here to dig hard, every day in addition to rest and eat, is to keep waving the mine pickaxe, deep and shallow pickaxe digging, more than ten days down but too many changes, the rock here is too hard, and in the depths of the mine, do not dare to use too powerful spells, can only be so time-consuming and laborious to use manpower to dig, the progress is of course very slow.

The number of people around has increased a lot, since that day the dialect they were caught on errands, more than a dozen groups of disciples have come here one after another, and they have been digging in turns, without a moment of leisure, and several deacons in charge are also anxious, which makes the dialect even more puzzled.

For nearly a month, the disciples here gathered more and more, and instead of getting the opportunity to go back to rest, they had to work longer every day under the urging of the deacons.

At this time, Fang Yan is also very concerned about what is going on in the outside world, but he doesn't want the disciples of the other sects to come in, they are still working here stupidly, and they don't know how they will die when the time comes. But in this inexplicable and wonderful place, doing this even more inexplicable and wonderful thing, I can't even inquire about any outside things, and every day I hear the urging of the deacons, and I don't get any news.

For such a long time, it is required to do such a thing, although there is no need to fight face-to-face with the disciples of other sects, but being used as coolies to mine here, it still makes many people unbearable, and they are not really mining, so they will also use some mining techniques, and maybe they can also obtain some spiritual ores and spiritual materials of different amounts, and now this is no different from coolies in the world.

Some disciples complained behind their backs, and many people tried to find out the truth, but they were all unceremoniously blocked back by several deacons on the grounds of sect secrets, and even threatened to listen to them again, and punished them with the regulations for privately exploring the secrets of the sect, so frightened that everyone didn't even dare to ask again.

But in this way, the doubts in everyone's hearts are even worse, and they don't know when they will be heads, so they can't keep digging these useless rocks here. Dialect they were the first to be drawn here, and after more than a month of useless work, everyone was exhausted, but they were still forced to stay and work with the disciples who kept joining, and there was no emotion to tell.

After some more time, the hard rock was finally dug into a long, thin passage, and the next layer of gray-white rock was confronted, which was useless, but it could block the divine sense, but the texture was softer, easier to dig than before, and the daily progress was accelerated.

The deacon and the white-haired monk on the side were obviously more attentive, and there were people guarding here at all times, directing the disciples to dig in one direction, and the white-haired monk also took out some compasses and other objects from time to time, and mysteriously crawled in and out of the newly opened tunnel, and then whispered to several deacons.

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