While the two were talking, under the guidance of the two real people, the Golden Boy and Jade Girl, nearly a hundred monks from Qinghe County moved forward one after another and walked into the dark spiritual stone mine cave.

In an instant, the smell of rotten smell came to my face. I didn’t expect that the space inside was huge, and the ground was full of ruins and walls, and there were piles of white bones. Not only were the bones of people, but some were animals. It was completely imagined that thousands of years ago, there were originally a row of buildings here, which seemed to be a place for mine slaves to rest, but they were attacked by the beast tide.

Deep in the space in front of you, there are nine pitch-black holes side by side, as if they were nine giant mouths that were chosen to devour. The smell inside was extremely strong, and it was obviously an import to the spirit stone mine.

There are actually nine imported spirit stone mines. Five disciples of foundation-building sects have already entered in front, but I don’t know how they arranged it.

The Jade Jurchen Zhenren Xie Xinger frowned and said, "Senior Brother Jiang, what should I do?"

Jiang Zhengming pondered for a while, and said, "Thank you, Junior Sister, why not divide the troops into nine groups?"

Xie Xinger said a little uneasy: "If this happens, will the strength be dispersed? If other sects only choose a few holes to enter, what should we do?"

"No!" Jiang Zhengming laughed, suddenly his eyes narrowed together and said, "They will never miss any opportunity. They will definitely send people in the nine holes."

At the end of the day, a hint of tenderness suddenly surged on his face, and he said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Xing'er, please rest assured, your senior brother will definitely be with you!"

Xie Xing'er was happy, and her face was completely dissatisfied. She said with a smile: "Senior brother is the only one who is the decision!"

Jiang Zhengming smiled indifferently, turned around and said to everyone: "My junior brothers, there are nine holes in front of us, and we must not miss the opportunity. We must go in and experience it!"

Speaking of this, he suddenly pressed his hand and a majestic momentum of Yue Tingyuanzhi emanated. The crowd, which was originally a little uproar, was immediately silent.

Jiang Zhengming looked around and continued, "There are fifty junior brothers in this sect, and ten people are divided into one team, and there are five teams, and eight affiliated sects, the two sects are combined into one, forming four teams, and nine of our squads go into the hole to experience the training."

Jiang Zhengming is the eldest brother of Feiyun Sect and is the personal disciple of Master Xu. After decades, he is very likely to become the helmsman of Feiyun Sect. He has accumulated power on weekdays, so his junior brothers naturally dare not disobey. However, even if the other eight affiliated sects have objections, they have to swallow their anger in the face of the huge sect.

Nearly a hundred Qinghe County monks were immediately divided into ten teams, and Wuji Sect and Jukun Gang formed a team. The Jukun Gang was originally an ordinary sect in the martial arts world. He started his business by selling private salt. Occasionally, he obtained a mid-level cultivation secret book and gradually developed into a Qi Refining Sect. However, its leader only has the strength of the seventh level of Qi Refining, and is almost at the bottom of Qinghe County. He is a pair of brothers and friends with the Wuji Sect back then.

The head of the Jukun Gang is an old man in his sixties. His long years of cultivation have made him know how to survive. Although he is older than Mo Wentian, he still said respectfully: "President Mo, when he is in Xiaqiu Jianghe and enters the spirit stone mine, he also needs more care for the nobles!"

Mo Wentian's eyes swept away. One of the five disciples of the Ju Kun Sect is at the sixth level of Qi Refining, three of them are at the fifth level of Qi Refining, and another one is a low-level cultivator who is at the fourth level of Qi Refining, and his strength is naturally extremely weak. He nodded without moving.

At this moment, the nine teams formed began to enter the mine cave one by one. Mo Wentian's team was assigned to the ninth mine cave. He deliberately slowed down and the last one walked into the dark mine cave. He swept away from the corner of his eyes, but saw Jiang Zhengming and Xie Xinger's figures disappearing in the first spirit stone mine cave.

The corridor of the mine was pitch black. Fortunately, the cultivator could see things at night, so walking inside would naturally not have any impact. The head of the Ju Kun Sect named Qiu Jianghe was extremely conscious and sent two disciples from the fifth level of Qi Refining to explore the way forward, while he walked side by side with Mo Wentian.

But before walking for a long time, the road ahead broke out. The disciples who were exploring the way were hesitant, but they didn't know which road to choose, so they immediately came back to report.

Qiu Jianghe said in a respectful voice: "President Mo, two roads on the left and right, which road should we take?"

Mo Wentian smiled indifferently and said, "Will it be better for us two sects to go separately, each of them will choose a path?"

Qiu Jianghe looked shocked, and did not expect such an answer. He said anxiously: "President Mo, with a small sect like ours, it is better not to act separately, otherwise he would be unable to escape the destruction of cultivators from other sects."

Mo Wentian laughed and said, "President Qiu, cultivation requires opportunities. We choose one of the paths at will. If there are extremely rare treasures on the other path, wouldn't it be wasted? The Jintong Zhenren was divided into nine directions and did not let go of the import of each spirit stone mine cave. Isn't it that there is such a thought? Opportunity is right in front of us, and we should be fearless, otherwise we will have no hope of building a foundation for life."

Qiu Jianghe's face was gloomy and he said after a long time, "Zheng Mo is young and has a chance to build a foundation, but his life span is not many years old. I still want to enjoy a few years in the world."

Speaking of this, he said sadly: "Since Master Mo believes that the Jukun Sect will drag down your sect, then I'll take my disciples away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately sent an order, walked in front, and led the five disciples of the Jukun Sect into the passage on the left.

After his figure completely disappeared, a playful smile hung on the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth and said in a deep voice: "Let's go too!"

At that moment, the six people walked into the passage on the right, but they didn't walk for long. The figures swayed in the passage on the left, and the six black shadows came out of it. The leader was Qiu Jianghe, and the other five were disciples of the Jukun Sect.

The disciple of the fourth level of Qi Refining could not hold back and said wonderingly: "Sect Master, why should we go there?"

Qiu Jianghe had a thoughtful look in his eyes and explained patiently: "This sect is weak. If you act alone, it will be very dangerous. However, if you hang behind Wuji Sect, the chance of survival will increase greatly."

Speaking of this, he continued: "First: There is a Wuji Gate in front of you, and there is naturally no danger in the road ahead; second: If we follow a powerful enemy, we can lead the disaster forward and seek the protection of Wuji Gate."

When the five disciples heard the head's plan, they immediately understood and said in unison: "The head is wise!"

Qiu Jianghe laughed loudly, and a cold look flashed in his eyes. Deep in his heart, there was a third reason, that was, he was waiting for an opportunity to get a bargain. If the Wuji Sect's strength was greatly reduced by fire, he would just attack him and snatch their storage bags.

Deep in the corridor on the right, Mo Wentian smiled at the corner of his mouth. With his spiritual power, he naturally felt that the Giant Kun Sect was hanging far behind. With his identity as a foundation-building real person, such a small Qi-refining sect would not take it seriously.

He thought for a while, took out the jade slip of the Spirit Stone Mineral Vein Diagram from the storage bag, put it on his forehead, and silently responded. In an instant, he seemed to have a map in his mind, with lines crisscrossing, as if it was a corridor of the Spirit Stone Mineral, but surprisingly, there were actually seven faint light spots on the map, which slowly moved along the corridor outlined by the lines.

Almost in an instant, Mo Wentian realized that the six major sects each held a broken jade slip, and they could sense the other party's location through the map. Fortunately, he held a complete map in his hand, which could sense all their locations. However, the monks of the six major sects only had broken maps, and they were afraid that they could only sense a small part of the map records. Most of the other areas were blank.

The six light spots were extremely far apart, so there was no need to consider it. Mo Wentian put away the jade slips, so he called out several disciples and continued to walk inside.

The stone walls of the mine cave were dug in a bumpy pit. It was obvious that they were all low-grade spirit stones before, but they had been mined by Xuanqian Gate.

I don’t know how long I walked inside, and there were seven corpses placed on the ground, all of which were killed by spells, and their bodies were broken. Ye Wuying walked up to check, frowned and said, “Senior Brother, there are five corpses that are disciples of Wulizhuang, while the other two corpses are disciples of Shituling.”

Mo Wentian nodded moranically and said, "It seems that two teams of monks met. Wulizhuang was ambushed by Shicao Ridge!"

The storage bag of the body had been taken away. Mo Wentian waved his hand and continued to walk inside. After walking for a while, the corridor became narrower and narrower. The road turned to the left in front, and only one person could pass through the entrance.

Mo Wentian stopped in front, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and waved his hand to Ye Wuying.

The latter immediately understood and walked forward and stood silently, secretly circulating his magic power. Suddenly, a faint black shadow rose under his feet, as if he was standing up alone. The black shadow walked forward quietly, turned around and turned into the corridor on the left.

"Kill!" A shout suddenly sounded in the corridor on the left.

In an instant, the spells were overwhelmed towards the black shadow, including fireball, wind blade, ice needle, rockfall, and thorn. However, it seemed that it was passing through the light and shadow of the water curtain, and all the spells hit it. The black shadow had no damage, but was still standing straight there.

The attack of the spell stopped, and someone suddenly said rudely on the left side of the corridor: "His grandma's bear, my rock-falling technique, was nothing but a phantom, a trick to fool people!"
Chapter completed!